Yo I Am Living For This Series. I Love How Yoongi Is Walking The Line Between Being Really Hot And Confident

Yo I am living for this series. I love how Yoongi is walking the line between being really hot and confident to me wanting to slap him upside the head and be more empathetic. I can not wait for the character development and cool plot thus story will most certainly have. I love your writing! I am pretty sure I read most if not all of your stories.

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 3.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage

A/N: I’m so grateful that people have been enjoying the story. It means so much to me and I appreciate it! I’m so sorry that this chapter is a few hours late, someone hacked my account and deleted it off of the queue. Thank you to my squad for always supporting and reading every chapter as it comes out. @ppersonna, @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia

There is not a shred of confidence in you as you stand in Leena’s large closet.

“Are we going for something colorful? Something demure?” She asks as she runs her hand over the countless dresses she owns.

“No. Something black because I’m dead inside.” You grumble to her.

Turning her head to you, she rolls her eyes before pulling out a simple black dress that screams money. She shakes the dress in hand and you shrug gently before grabbing it.

You’ve felt completely empty since that phone call last night. You’re a husk of a person, really. And, it isn’t so much that you feel bad anymore. It’s that you feel like a low life. 

This was not you. Having sex with a random guy once in a while, sure. You don’t have sex with married billionaires and you certainly don’t get pregnant on a whim.

And yet, here you are, shrugging on your best friend’s thousand dollar dress to go have lunch with your baby daddy.

The thought alone gets your stomach rolling. 

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You whisper as you put your hand to your chest.

“Morning sickness?” Leena whispers nervously.

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Wow. You are really great at writing the angsty breakup aus. They hurt my heart so much, but I keep reading them because I love your writing.

before you go | myg drabble

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; taking a step forward, you decide it’s time to act after realization that you’re worth much more than your boyfriend thinks, and you deserve even more

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: cheating au, mentions of sex, strong language, yoongi cries 

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2k

a/n: commissioned by the lovely @minyoongail​, who’s been extremely patient with me! thank you again and I hope you enjoy this drabble!

𝗺.𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | ☕️

It happened gradually, smoothly even.

Although, you’re not sure if the word ‘smooth’ is the right one to describe it. It happened slowly and gradually, that you barely noticed it but now that you look at all the clues and details, it makes a perfect sense and you come to think; how stupid were you? You should’ve seen it sooner. You should’ve focus on those details more. And most importantly, you should’ve never trust him the way you did.

Cheating is unforgivable and unforgettable. But there was still a time when you ignored it, purposely tried to be blind about it and pretended that it never happened. But it broke you even more. How can it not?

It started with the lack of his presence. The usual excuse; the work got busy and they needed me. Funny how the word ‘they’ should’ve been in a singular form rather than plural. And at first, you believed that. Why couldn’t he be busy? Being an idol practically screams busy and unavailable but even then, you as a couple managed to get through that. You respected his profession just like he did yours, there was no reason to compare your two different professions. You were proud of him, fuck, you still are. Despite of what happened, you’re still proud of him for working so hard to the point the whole word knows who he is and they praise him for his incredible ability to comfort people with his music and lyrics.

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Aah! Your back with a new fic! I would love to be tagged for this. I kinda doubt tumblr would ever alert me though. I almost never get alerts for tags. I hope everything has gotten better on your end and that you and your family are staying safe.

Alive Aha Fuck: Meet the Cast

An abandoned apartment in your building caught your attention the day you moved in. With a mind full of conspiracy theories, you’ve spent many hours contemplating what might be behind the door of Room 17. Your neighbor, Yoongi, doesn’t seem as eager as you are to solve the mystery but he agrees to help you break in anyway to get you to finally shut up about it. Also, he may or may not think you’re kinda cute. However, the two  of you get more than you bargain for when you discover something dangerous is living right next door; Little do you know that this something has quite a lot in common with your snarky neighbor…

or…

“Actually this is kind of cool, I’ve always wanted to star in a Twilight fanfic…”

“I can’t believe you genuinely just compared this situation to Twilight.”

“Yoongi- I hate to break it to you but, this literally happened in Twilight.”

Min Yoongi

-your neighbor

-Born 1819 (turned in 1847)

-sweat pants and house plant enthusiast 

-sarcastic and fantastic

-a rare breed (literally)

-he exercises by running away from his problems

-has softer skin than you 

-no he won’t drop his skincare routine

-Preferred Blood Type: Snake (venom twinzzzz)

Kim Seokjin

-Handsome

-plays 19 instruments including the Seul and Bipa

-Born in 1664 (turned in 1694) 

-yes he was a prince, I mean just look @ him

-Kiss the Cook (no he won’t tell you the recipe)

-bought his crib just for the closet, both his and hers, he wants it, he got it

- Spends most of his time in the kitchen, creating new recipes (or trying to improve one’s he’s learned because lets face it, he is the only one with taste)

Kim Namjoon

-sweet boi

-has read 80,000 books and counting 

-Born in 1722 (turned in 1741)

-no, immortality has not improved his coordination

-spends most of his days in the greenhouse with his bonsai trees

-has ties to the vampiric elders so he does a lot of communicating for the family

-keeps to himself for the most part but he loves having a movie night every so often

Jung Hoseok

-powerful empath

-loves all things spiritual (astrology, tarot, numerology, tea leaves, etc)

-he may hate the sun but you better believe his crystals are always charged

-born in 1821 (turned in 1844)

-yes he can read your aura

-yes you must pass the vibe check

Park Jimin

-pretty

-kind of wants to fight literally all the time

-its fashion week 52 times a year baby

-converted two extra bedrooms into his closet

-born in 1932 (turned in 1957)

-no filter (ha, get it?)

-has a massive soft spot under his feisty demeanor

-will take a bullet (or a stake) for anyone he loves

Kim Taehyung

-loves dogs

-will try and steer most casual conversations towards anything canine related

-born in 1941 (turned in 1962)

-loves all things vintage (including his hyungs)

-his vinyl collection covers an entire wall of his bedroom

-sings in the shower

-a cutie

Jeon Jungkook

-he do be vibin’ tho

-disco king

-rides an old Ducati 

-yes you can have a ride but, you have to wear your helmet

-born in 1952 (turned in 1975)

-former night club owner and anti-war advocate

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Covenant 01 || jjk

↠ Covenant ↞ A witch’s familiar is their life partner, their protector, their shadow in the night. You don’t choose them; they choose you if they deem you worthy. So why, oh why, did you have to get picked by Hell’s most exasperating hound?

Word Count: 4k

Warnings/Genre/Rating: Hellhound familiar!Jungkook. Witch!Reader. Young college professor!Reader. Supernatural. Slight themes of horror. Mentions of blood & slight gore. Brief mention of drugging (reader gets roofied but it’s not explicit and nothing happens to her) Alcohol use. Jealousy. Marking. Pining. Dom!Jungkook. Sub!Reader. Explicit language. Warlock!Hoseok & Familiar!Yoongi. 18+

Author’s Note: Instead of making this one huge one-shot, the first half of this fic has been chilling in my drafts for months and while I haven’t written anything bts related in a while, I figured that I could at least give you what I do have. So this’ll be a two-parter.~

                               || Next | Masterlist | |

“I’m bored.”

A sigh. The sound of bare feet shuffling across the carpet and a heavy weight dropping down onto the other couch cushion. You pretended like you couldn’t hear it, fiddling with the remote control in your hands until the volume on the television was raised. Reruns of some sitcom had been on all day, and you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little invested in the corny storyline.

“I said,” a whine of annoyance was accompanied by a familiar head of wavy dark hair flopping onto your lap. “I’m bored.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued to ignore the gaze that burned a metaphorical hole into your face. The less attention you gave him, the less likely that the little shit would keep bothering you. At least, that’s what you’d learned over the past year he’d been terrorizing you. Though maybe “terrorizing” was the wrong descriptor. Annoying the Hell out of you rolled off the tongue a little better.

Pun not intended.

“Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.” Each syllable of your name was punctuated by a finger poking into your cheek just hard enough to annoy you, but soft enough not to hurt. “Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.”

“What?” You finally snapped, slapping away his pestering hand with a glare downwards. “What do you want, Jungkook?”

Jungkook sighed in exasperation (as if you were the one bothering him!), twisting around in your lap until the blanket thrown over your legs was more on the floor than the couch. “I’m bored.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose between your fingers in an attempt to control your irritation. “And what do you want me to do about it?”

“Entertain me.” His warm golden eyes scrunched in the corners when he flashed you a toothy smile. He had perfect teeth, if not a little oversized. You’d always thought that they were cute, even though his incisors were so sharply pointed that he could pierce through human bone without even trying.

“Entertain yourself.” Pressing the up button on the remote, the volume on the television increased until Jungkook’s indignant whines were drowned out by the couple on the screen. In a perfect, coincidental fashion, an obviously fake laugh track filled your living room right as you finished grumbling, “fuck off.”

“But I’m your familiar. You’re supposed to take care of me.”

He was pouting now, you could tell without even sparing him a glance. Cheeks all puffed up with air and eyes widened. The brat had used that trick enough on you in the past to know damn well that it worked. How a literal demon from Hell managed to pull off looking so innocent was beyond your comprehension.

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Wow I am so impressed by your creativity and abilities with writing this piece.  As I was reading it I was blown away by the storyline.  It became even better when I saw what had inspired the piece.  

wherever you will go | jjk

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Genre: actor!oc, director!jungkook, smut, angst, humour.

Word count: 21k

Summary:  Not much happens when you grow up by the coast. Tourists come and go, the theatre where you work shows the same shows over and over and there’s always sand and salt in the air. Your dreams of making it big in the city are exactly that: dreams. When your hopes of becoming an actress are shattered into a million pieces, you find yourself getting drawn to a captivating up-and-coming movie director by the name of Jeon Jungkook. With his bright eyes and charming smile, he seems determined to glue your pieces back together – even if it means leaving Ocean City behind for good.

Warnings: themes of loss/grief, mentions of death of a parent, dom!jungkook, dom/sub themes, spanking, squirting, unprotected sex, oral sex (f recieving).

Rating: Mature.

A/N: Hello loves! HAPPY JK DAY!! This fic is a lil celebration of our golden boy Jungkook so I hope you enjoy!! This whole fic is sickeningly fluffy and reads like a pretentious YA novel but ya girl wrote this while she was stuck in quarantine a few weeks ago and I debated not posting this bc I lowkey love it lowkey hate it so pleasedonthateme if it’s bad LOL. Also – just incase you haven’t read the warnings already there is a running theme that deals with the loss of a parent (a topic very close to my heart, hence why this piece was especially healing to write.) so reader discretion is advised if that is triggering to you in any way shape or form!!!! P.P.S Largely unedited so pls bare with any mistakes!

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I am so excited to read the rest. This chapter had such great build up and world building.

of oleanders & honeysuckle I ⤑ knj | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 when one of your coven sisters, malise, had first mentioned your soulmate, you’d been young and unbothered - preferring to chase the elusive seduction of power. now, you’re twenty-five, and having established yourself as a powerful witch of the sisters of elysia, you’ve grown tired of the cold embrace of power. looking to settle down, you move to carelia in search of the one destined for you. within days, you come across the charmingly handsome apothecary owner, and warlock, kim namjoon. something about him magnetises you. but is he the one the universe has fated for you? 〞strangers to lovers au. supernatural au. witch/warlock au. soulmates au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: witch!reader x warlock!namjoon

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ∝ fluff ∝ future smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 12k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions of death, oc has a traumatic™ childhood, oc is also an orphan so mentions of parental death, brief mentions of religious persecution? (yn’s parent’s coven is destroyed by knights from a new religion), brief depictions of fighting/violence, there’s no smut in this part but namjoon is hot as fuck, namjoon in leather which needs a warning in itself, use of magic ofc, namjoon is I N S A N E and im simping for him

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: this was,,, supposed to be a oneshot but fneorifnge i’ve been so lazy and i haven’t been writing as much so in order to post something I’ve decided to split this into four parts! also sorry there’s no smut in this chapter but the next three parts all have smut yeehaw 🤩

⏤ beta read by the lovely @yeoldontknow, @nightshadevinter, @inthecrescentmoonight​ and @jjungkooksthighs​

⟴ Series Masterlist

It’s the dead of winter. Snow crunches under your soles; the muffled sounds of your footsteps intermingling with the odd cracking branch, and crinkling leaf-litter as you navigate through the Forest of Ingredeen. The sky above you is bleak: faint wisps of smoke-grey clouds obscuring the otherwise stark, white canvas; and the harsh light causes your eyes to squint in the slightest. The thick blanket of snow that surrounds you doesn’t help; the pristine-white coating only further reflecting the brightness. Despite the austereness of the sky, life continues thriving around you. Barren skeletons of deciduous trees are juxtaposed by evergreens of pine, fir, and yew – the latter of whose verdant branches still boast succulent needles of jade and viridian. Some of them, most notably the yew trees, still bear fruits: the scarlet berries adding a splash of colour to the contrary dreary scene.

Stillness befalls the entirety of the forest, and the eerie silence only amplifies the sounds of snow crunching under your feet. The air is equally stagnant, with not a single gust of a howling gale, nor a gentle wisp of a susurrus breeze, drifting through the atmosphere. Though, that’s a small blessing you’re thankful for; because even with the absence of the wind, the frigid bite of the cold settles into your bones. As a matter of fact, you’re dressed in a thick-piled winter cloak - the black material lined with fur – as well as your woollen dress and leather boots. Yet, you still feel the brisk chill kiss your skin, the surface turning icy as it prickles with goosebumps.

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