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[closer-to-jungkook]

hi! could i request a taehyung x reader drabble with "i didn’t know where else to go." and "who did this to you?", please? also, could it be a superhero/supervillain!au, if that's ok? thank you! <3

Hey, hey, hey! I love the superhero/supervillain suggestion!! Hope you like this :)

Warnings: mentions of bruises and cuts

You can’t believe you’re here. It’s the last place on earth you’d imagine coming. But you have nowhere else to go. No one else to turn to. No one else who will understand.

The buzzer rings, there’s a noise and then a muffled, “you can drop them on the front desk, I’ll be done in a minute.”

You’re not sure what he means, he’s obviously expecting someone else but when another buzz sounds and the door unlocks, you slip through. The elevator takes you up to the penthouse, doors slide open to reveal one last door.

You hesitate. You’ve made it this far and yet at the final hurdle you’re struggling to knock.

It’s the footsteps you hear on the other side of the door that make you in the end. You’d rather knock than him open the door to see you stood here.

The footsteps stutter to a stop. He’s confused, whoever he opened the door to, he was expecting to stay downstairs. A second passes before you hear him walk over and then the door’s opening.

Silence greets you. You keep your head low, your cap covering your face, but you know he knows it’s you. The silence speaks volumes. You can see the bottom of his grey joggers and his fluffy slippers, so unlike the outfit you normally see him in. A desire to look up at him goes through you, but you push it down. However, much you want to stare at him, especially in this homely situation, you can’t.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” you whisper when the silence stretches too long.

There’s a few more seconds where he doesn’t move or say anything and it finally gets you to crack.

You look up at him. Try to keep your head low, hoping your cap will distort most of your face. His grey bottoms are slung low, a white t-shirt on top, sleeves rolled to show off those toned arms. His hair is big and fluffy as is he’s just stepped out of the shower. And his face, normally covered by a mask, you can now see in its full beauty.

Taehyung. It’s a name you shouldn’t know, normally only refer to him by the superhero name everyone in the city knows him by. But you also shouldn’t know his home address, and yet here you stand.

You catch his eyes on your face a second too late. You’ve been too reckless, you shouldn’t have come here. He’s supposed to be your enemy. He’s the hero, you’re the villain. A solid black line clear for all to see. And yet you’ve crossed it by coming here.

His eyes blow wide as you dip your head back down so all he’ll see is the top of your cap. You watch as he takes a step towards you, but you take a larger one back.

“I’m sorry,” you rush the words out. “I shouldn’t have come. I don’t know why I did. It was a mistake.”

A mistake. You thought wrong. Because why would he understand? You thought he would. But it was a mistake.

You take another smaller step back. Keep your eyes on his feet, get ready to twist and run if you need to. You’re like a scared animal, nervous and skittish.

“Y/N.”

Your name. Whispered out in a low, deep tone. A tone you’d recognise anywhere. Just like you’re not supposed to know his name, he’s not supposed to know yours.

You’re frozen solid, apart from your head which slowly lifts up to look back at Taehyung. His eyes dance across your face, you know they’re going from bruise to cut. But there’s no judgement in them, only incredible sadness.

This time when he steps forward you don’t back away. It must be enough to reassure him you’re not going to run as he takes another and another until you’re having to crane your neck upwards to look at him.

His touch is gentle as he takes your face is his hand. His thumb running soothingly over each mark. And his eyes turn darker and blacker in a way you recognise from so many of your fights.

“Who did this to you?” He rumbles.

[closer-to-jungkook]

Hallow Hearts: yandere bts week

This week, The Reader’s Tea hallows hearts. These hearts may be hollow to everyone else, but they are hallow for their darling—for you. In due time, you will know that these hearts should be the only ones to love you and for you to love. They will do anything—anything—to ensure you are entrapped within their devotion; they will strip you of your friends, family, and anyone you love until all you know is them—because all you need is them.

For now, the long hours of the darkness provide them cover to stalk protect their darling.

Will you let them love you?

general warning: these fics (under the cut) all contain yandere themes—e.g.  possessive and obsessive behavior, overprotective behavior, toxic behavior and relationships, violence, threats, stalking, and manipulation. they may also contain explicit language, death, gore, murder, misogyny/sexism, and forced relationships. please read each fic’s warnings and read at your discretion.

Keep reading

[closer-to-jungkook]

The Quarry - Part 3

pairing; ceo!kim namjoon x camp counselor!reader

genre; angst, horror, hints of fluff

rating; 18+ minors dni

warnings; creepy cops, creepy places, non-descriptive animal(?) corpse, blood, death, more horror tropes galore

w/c; 4,267

a/n; thank you so much to everyone’s kind thoughts and messages on the series so far. y’all have truly made me so happy, and made the writing process worth going through. truly hope the ending doesn’t disappoint. and I can’t wait to start writing the next series! as always, happy angsty reading! <3

Read Part One Here // Read Part Two Here

A disembodied voice whispered in your ear.

“Run.”

And you did. You didn’t even give yourself the time to scream out of primal fear and terror that you’ve never felt in your entire life.

Running off sheer adrenaline you raced back the way you came. Or, at least, the way you thought you came. You feel as if your bearings are off track, direction askew, from the now dense fog that encased the forest. When did it get so damn thick? You thought bitterly.

Tripping over a thick root sticking up out of the ground, you face planted on the moist dirt getting your face muddy along with your exposed arms from only donning a short sleeve shirt. Having long forgotten your jacket in the car upon getting out of said car earlier in the day. Jean covered knees scraping, and palms getting torn up by random rocks that littered the forest floor. Not to mention that in the process, your phone flew somewhere out of your hand and now you’ve lost your only source of light, having given Joonie the only other flashlight you carried before departing on this harrowing walk. Fucking fantastic.

Pushing yourself up onto your feet, you wiped off what dirt you could, which wasn’t much, with how thick the mud turned out to be. Surveying your surroundings, starting to get a slight headache from how much you were straining your eyes just to try and get a glimpse of your phone in the now thick fog, you groaned in frustration.

It wasn’t until you heard the impending noise of your phone giving you the ‘low battery’ alert, did you even think of looking in the direction of where it came from. You could’ve cried from relief, but you steeled yourself. Very faintly you could see the glow emit from your phone. It wasn’t even that far ahead of where your non graceful landing occurred.

Briskly walking towards it, you bent down to pick it up off the floor, wiping off the dirt caked on it with your shirt. In blaring red letters it was confirmed.

Low Battery.

9% remaining

You whimpered in helplessness. You needed to find your way back to Joon. What if something happened to him? That happened to you? Or, you thought fearfully, worse?

Walking at a quicker pace you gained more confidence as time went on that you were heading in the right direction. Your mind having subconsciously noted a few unique landmarks, not even you were aware of making.

Seeing the now turned on headlights, you walked back into the familiar clearing. He must’ve found the problem? You thought inquisitively. The engine was still off though, so that couldn’t be it. Even the front hood was still left up as if he was still working on it and just stepped away for a break.

With a heavy heart, you realized that you couldn’t find the noticeably tall and lanky figure of your boyfriend anywhere.

“Namjoon!” You yelled into the night sky, hoping he was still within earshot to hear you.

You waited. And waited. And almost gave up, thinking that yep, you were going to die out here from some invisible specter. This was it. This is how you were going to go.

Until you heard it, and upon hearing it, you ran in the direction it came from which turned out to be near the forest on the opposite side of the car which you were currently leaning against despairingly.

“…..is that you?” You could hear the broken sentence, and screamed out again frantically.

“NAMJOON!”

You swear you saw a bright white light around his entire body, when he came out from behind some trees to stand a couple feet away from you, a look of perplexion on his face.

“Baby? There you are! Where have you been?” He asked you just as frantically as you sounded a minute ago. About to walk towards you feeling an immense sense of relief to see you here in front of him alive and well. Albeit, he noticed, significantly more dirty than when you initially left. Which had him wondering just what in the hell happened to you out there?

It wasn’t until you gasped out of horror, mouth open in a silent scream. Seeing your face turn white as a sheet, eyes widening and shakily pointing to the spot slightly behind him did he stop his feet from moving any further.

“There’s a–a” you couldn’t even finish what you were going to say, still not even sure you believed it yourself, even seeing it with your own two eyes.

There, just as he was walking towards you, did this ghostly looking female figure quite literally appear out of now where from behind him. As if it was walking behind him the whole time and decided to step out so you could so graciously see it in all its terrible, very see through, derelict looking glory. Just floating there. Yes, you heard right. Floating. From its long, stringy, black hair. Sunken black eyes as if wearing too much eyeliner. Stark white gown, with splotches of blood seemingly scattered throughout that reached to just below the knee. Down to about the middle calf area you could see, and then nothing. Absolutely nothing. As if the remaining body parts just faded into nothingness, and she just floated. In thin air.

Nope. No. Fuck that, fuck this, fuck everything.

You were out of there. And this she ghost was not touching your man.

With a renowned sense of urgency, you broke out of your stupor and straight yanked on Namjoon’s hand, barely letting the poor guy regain his footing properly before bee lining it back towards the car for dear life.

Realizing your intentions, Namjoon began running beside you towards the car. You both went to your respective sides, grabbing the door handle and pulling it open just enough to not so gracefully throw your bodies into the front seats, slamming the doors behind you in the process. Both of you locking said doors at the same time. Then you waited, silently. Almost patiently, for something, anything, to happen.

Like, I don’t know. The ghost cruising through the metal of the car to tear your hearts out of your bodies and possibly eat them? Just a harrowing thought.

After a few minutes, you both realized nothing was going to happen and breathed out a synchronized sigh of relief. Even going so far as looking at each other and laughing a little, if only to ease the rapid beating of your hearts back to a normal pace.

“Looks like we’re back to square one, huh?” You were the first to speak between you since the ordeal. Humor was your defense mechanism, even in the worst of times. Namjoon knew this, and decided to humor you as well.

“Looks like it. How are you though? What happened out there?” Now he was going to believe everything you said, having witnessed it himself. Though part of him still wanted to pretend to remain oblivious to the situation. Ignorance is bliss, after all.

Blowing a rather unflattering raspberry, you folded your hands in your lap, grimacing slightly. Looking at him, you recounted your time by yourself in the dense woods and thick fog. His eyes widening as your story unfolded. Wincing when he heard about your fall and saw the bruises starting to form on your skin to further show how much it impacted you. And inwardly praised whatever gods existed out there that protected you and brought you back to him in mostly one piece.

Leaning over the console grabbing your hands that started shaking, he began to rub them soothingly with his big ones.

“I can’t even begin to imagine what you went through, but I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am that you’re here, sitting in front of me. I love you so much, y/n.” He spoke earnestly, trying to convey the feelings he always tends to keep bottled inside due to lack of knowing how to express them. He blames it on his childhood and how he grew up, but he’s trying to be better at it, for you.

Not being able to hold it in any longer, he leaned in to kiss you, you doing the same until your eyes caught something in the window behind him. This time you did scream.

And then a banging on the window could be heard, belonging to the hand of what looked to be a….police officer? What the hell? Where did he even come from? You thought skeptically.

The banging is what made Namjoon let out a little scream himself.

“Oh Jesus, fuck!” Holding his hand to his heart, he could see the police officer gesture to roll the window down. When he didn’t right away, the officer decided to verbally ask instead.

“Hey son, you mind rolling the window down?”

Which he did, albeit a little reluctantly, if he’s being honest. It’s been a crazy day so far, whose to say he is who he says he is?

“What are you kids doing out here in the woods so late at night? Car troubles?” He glanced at the hood that’s still propped open with a lifted eye brow.

“Yeah,” you chimed in leaning over in Namjoon’s direction in order for the officer to hear you better. “We had to swerve off the road in order to avoid hitting whatever jumped in front of our car. We got stranded here due to the car having some starting issues.” You explained calmly. Namjoon nodded in agreement to your words.

Without a word the officer walked towards the front of the car and disappeared behind the lifted hood. You could both hear and slightly feel the car shake from the officers ministrations. Both of you glanced at each other with a look of bewilderment.

“Alright.” The voice of the police officer exclaimed from behind the hood. “Try starting the car now, son.”

Namjoon took the keys out of his pocket and stuck them into the ignition, turning. The car sputtering before fully starting with the gentle idle being felt, made you both almost sob out of relief. You looked at each other with the biggest smiles of the night, yet. Now you could get the fuck out of this twilight zone shit.

The officer slamming the hood shut is what made you both bring your attention back to him. He sidled back up to Namjoon’s window, one arm resting against the threshold of the window to look in, making Namjoon lean back awkwardly to accommodate the police officer.

“Miss, you said that something jumped out at your car?”

You don’t know how you didn’t notice a blatantly obvious broken red smear on the officer’s neck when he first appeared to you guys. But you clearly see it now. You’d like to blame it on the way this night has been going, but knew better. You wondered if Joon has noticed as well. For some reason, you had a gut feeling that you shouldn’t point it out. So, you didn’t.

“Correct, sir.” You answered shortly.

“What is it exactly that you think you saw?” He asked a millisecond after your reply. It gave you the creeps. Your whole body standing on red alert. You just knew this so called “police officer” wasn’t who he said he was.

“We honestly couldn’t tell you, sir. Everything happened so fast, but it might’ve been some kind of animal, I’m sure.” Namjoon answered for you, getting the same weird feelings from this guy that you were. Hands balling into fists in his lap.

The officer looked at you both skeptically, it was obvious he didn’t believe either of you.

“And what exactly is the reason you’re both out driving so late?” He further questioned.

“We’re volunteering as camp counselor’s, and decided to come up a day early to get settled in. The owners already gave us their approval, so they’re expecting us tonight”.

“Hmm.” His eyes narrowed on you, before pushing himself off the car, standing straight again. “At this rate you both won’t make it by tonight, and should head over to Harbinger Inn. Wait out the night there, they’ll have lodging for you and food and water. Then y’all can leave at first light”.

Now it was your turn to look at the officer with narrowed eyes.

“With all due respect sir, we just wanted to keep driving until we reached the campsite. We promise we’ll be more careful on the road on the way there. Would you mind giving us a tow out back on the road?” You tried compromising, yet knew you were both going to need help getting this car back on asphalt.

He grunted an approval, tapping the hood of the car twice. He would help you guys out, for now.

Standing by the side of the road, jacket now on to rid of the cold, you still shivered a little. Joonie had his hand in your back pocket, holding you close to his body to provide you some extra warmth. Other hand in his own pocket, fidgeting nervously. Yet he didn’t know why. Both of you watched the police car tow your car back on the road, emitting synchronized sounds of relief, ready to get the hell out of dodge.

Joonie and you walked towards the car, both getting in your respective seats and shutting the doors with a sense of urgency. He turned the car on with the keys. Getting ready to push on the gas, when the officer appeared next to his window out of nowhere, again.

“You’re both heading to the Inn, right?” He voiced, trying to hide his demand as more of a question.

You went to retaliate when Namjoon beat you to it. Probably for the best, you realized.

“Yes, sir. Straight to the Inn. Harbinger Inn.” He declared, appearing quite honest to the officer, but you knew better. You just nodded in response, agreeing with Namjoon for once.

“Alright then, y’all be safe now, ya hear? No more swerving off the road due to animals,”emphasizing on the word menacingly, “jumping out at ya.” He finished his statement with a not so subtle glare at you both and walked off back to his patrol car.

You both watched him through the rear view mirror get back into his car and shut the door. You thought he would just drive off, but he didn’t, he stayed there. As if waiting for you to make the first move to drive off.

Scoffing slightly, you turned to Joon.

“Ready to get out of here, baby? Go do that skinny dipping session at the camp?” You cheekily lightened the mood, once again.

He feigned a shocked gasp.

“You mean we’re not going to Harbinger Inn? Dare to defy the law, y/n?” He grinned knowingly, already getting the idea of what you had planned.

Placing your hand on his inner thigh, you rubbed it tauntingly in response, smirking at him.

Namjoon pulled back onto the road not even a second later, leaving the police car that was still sitting there become nothing but a dot in the rear view mirror.

The police officer licked his lips, grinning mischievously, watching the car disappear down the road. He couldn’t wait to see you both again, soon.

Thankfully, both the car and you guys made it to the campsite without a hitch. The only thing to complain about being not having any luck with phone signal. You had hoped there would be some, albeit a little spotty at best here and there. But there was a none. Not one bar.

What was even more odd? Your car wasn’t the only one there. There was this ranger parked a few spots away from you underneath a tree. It looks like it must’ve been sitting there for awhile, due to seeing the top of the car littered with piles of leaves.

Something didn’t feel right. Upon further inspection of the main cabin, you noticed all the lights were still off, and all doors and windows were locked. In fact, it looked very much abandoned. Contrary to what the supposed owners told you on the phone. Who you thought would be present. They weren’t.

Namjoon pointed out another building close by, saying you guys should check it out and see if it was open, hoping to provide some kind of shelter for you both other than his sports car he knew wouldn’t be comfortable to sleep in.

Agreeing, you walked closer to said building. It looked almost more like a bunker than a cabin. Having two large, heavy, steel doors built within the ground. Using what strength you both had left, you each grabbed onto a handle and heaved it open. Stairs leading into darkness is all you saw underneath. An odd stench hung in the air, making you gag slightly. Joon lifted the collar of his shirt and dragged it over his mouth and nose to rid of it himself. Voice muffled, he dared to ask the dreaded question.

“Should we go down?” You gulped involuntarily in response, grimacing at the thought. Contrary to how you felt, you knew what you both had to do to get out of the storm that seemed to find its way back to you, you noticed. Dark clouds hung over your heads, drops of water hitting the tops of your heads and clothes in a light drizzle, that you know will soon change into a downpour. There may even be lightening and you don’t want to be stuck in a tiny car in a thunderstorm. That’s suicide.

“Do we even have a choice?” You asked begrudgingly. He sighed in response. All of a sudden you could see a faint glow form in the darkness making you both look at each other with confusion. Who would be down there right now?

Thankfully, you were able to charge your phones in the car. So your phone was back to full battery, which meant you could use it as a flashlight again. Joon turning his on as well. Cautiously, you started your descent down the stairs. Within a few minutes your feet hit damp, wet, cement. Looking around with nothing but the view of light from your phones as your eyes, you noticed big machinery. What for? You had no idea. The dim light in the distance made you start walking towards it. As you got closer, you would peek in between the big pieces of machinery, waiting to see something move.

You did see something. But it wasn’t moving. It was just laying there. Turning around to tell Joon about your discovery, you made another. He wasn’t behind you, meaning he never followed you. You were alone. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you hesitantly called out his name as best you could in a whisper yell. You still didn’t know what the source of the dim light was, so you didn’t want to alert someone that might harm you, or worse.

No response. He’s a big boy, you thought. He knew how to take care of himself, so you decided to trek on, making sure not to lose the idea of what direction you came from so you could head back towards the entrance to regroup if need be. Actually, you decided, that’s exactly what you would do once you’re done inspecting whatever this mysterious lump was in front of you. Positive it’s what Joon would do as well to find you again.

A closer look, meant the hideous stench came back in full force. Now seeing what it is with your own two eyes you gasped and threw your entire body back in response. Slapping your hand over your mouth and nose trying not to vomit from the horrid picture that will forever be engrained in your brain.

The rounded portion you saw the shadow of in a distance looked to be some kind of rib cage, from an animal, you hope. Blood was spread out around it on the floor, liters of it. Some looking dry, and some looking fresh. A thought that frightened you to no end. Not sticking around any longer to find out what other body parts littered the floor, you turned and ran back the direction you came, immediately heading back towards the stairs. Where, you inwardly whimpered in relief, Joon stood standing, seemingly waiting for you to return. The moonlight shone behind him, illuminating his figure that would otherwise be shrouded in darkness.

“Sorry, I lost track of you. I didn’t mean–“ his sentence got cut off by you throwing your entire body weight at him, which he caught with ease and held you tightly against him. Whole body relaxing upon the skin to skin contact and body warmth. He exhaled into your hair, lovingly.

You mumbled something into his chest that was indecipherable. Pulling away from you slightly to give you more room to speak he asked you to repeat what you said.

“I don’t care if we get struck by lightening in your expensive ass car, I’m not staying down here a minute longer, Joon”. You declared, not giving him any room to disagree with you. He was thrown off by your statement, cause not even 10 minutes ago did you say you guys had no choice but to come down here. What changed your mind, he wondered.

A clinking of a pipe was heard in the distance that caught your attention. Making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You turned around in his hold, untangling yourself from him, you stepped towards the noise.

All of a sudden you felt what seemed to be a random gust of wind that blew the back of your hair sideways and rustled the back of your clothes. A ‘whoosh’ sound in your ears accompanied the action. Now your entire body hairs stood on end. You gulped loudly, not looking behind you and quietly uttered your boyfriend’s name, fear evident in your shaky voice.

“….Joonie?”

A garbled gasp of breath was all you heard in response, before a watery faint call of your name followed.

Slowly turning around you noticed drops of blood now littered the floor in a line leading to the left side wall connecting to the stairs. You followed it, reluctantly.

What you saw made you let out a broken sob and whimper from deep within your chest. Tears streaming down your cheeks instantly, your hand over your heart clutching it tightly above your jacket. This couldn’t be real. This can’t be real!

There was Joon, your beloved Joonie. The love of your life. Your soulmate. Your endgame. His back was against the wall, he was sitting down. Head lolled to the side exposing what looked to be a deep bite of flesh missing from his neck, blood slowly oozing from the gaping hole in little rivers making a pile slowly form around your boyfriend. His arm shakily lifted off the ground, hand reached out towards you, asking for you with pleading eyes that had tears streaming down his face as well.

Kneeling beside him, you grabbed his hand tightly. Voice breaking, you tried asking, fighting though the large lump in your throat and figurative hole in your beating heart.

“What happened? Who did–“ your sentence was once again cut off from the exact same clinking of pipe that was heard prior to Namjoon being grabbed. Yes, grabbed. It was the only explanation on how he ended up in this position. Both your eyes widening, he tried to push you away from him, pleading with you to save yourself from whatever was down there with you so you could live. He whimpered loudly when you shook your head stubbornly. You were not leaving him down here.

With renowned determination and strength you didn’t know you possessed, you grabbed Namjoon underneath his armpits and started pulling, dragging him up the stairs backwards as you stepped up one by one towards the moonlight that looked ever so inviting, despite the storm that was most definitely raging full blast now, regretting ever taking one step on this damned staircase in the first place.

With one last sharp pull you collapsed on the floor on your butt. Not realizing that Joon wasn’t fully up on land with you, you let go of your hold on him. Only for you to wail so heartbreakingly a second later as his body slid back down the stairs and landed at the floor of the stairs, stomach to the floor, and face down.

“NAMJOON!” You continued wailing his name, clothes completely soaked from the onslaught of rain that pelted onto you in waves, hair plastered to your face that you kept trying to move out of your eyes from the heavy wind surrounding you. Shakily standing back up, you attempted to make your way back down the stairs towards Joon.

All of a sudden you felt a prick at your neck. Your vision going black a second later as your boyfriend’s body faded from your sight, you slumped down to the dirt floor. One last whimper of his name slipping past your closed lips.

The police officer stood above you, needle in hand of a tranquilizer that was just injected into your neck. Looking down at you with a sneer, he went to grab you by the arms to pick you up, but stopped. A noise could be heard from the bottom of the stairs coming from Namjoon’s still limp body. He unholstered the gun on his belt and raised it towards the body of the young man. Chuckling menacingly, face blank of emotion, he unloaded a full clip of his gun, and slammed the two steel doors shut, shrouding the bunker in darkness once again, trapping whatever monster was down there as well.

“Why do you punks never listen?”

A sinister smile was on his face.

Sharp teeth on full display.

Eyes black as the night sky.

“You should’ve went to Harbinger Inn.”

[closer-to-jungkook]

halloween reads🎃

jjk.

Fetish for blood

vampire!jk x witch!reader

Ungodly Beast

devil!jjk x reader

pjm.

Scream for me

stalker?jm x reader

The Mansion

yandere!jm x reader

Lovely Demons

prince of hell!jm x witch!reader

Code Red

yandere doc!jm x reader

poly/multi

Consumed

vampire!jjk x reader x vampire!pjm

[closer-to-jungkook]

jeon jungkook fics that own my mind, body, heart, and soul

in other words, this is a collection of my favorite jk fics on tumblr! if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, pls remember to support the authors by interacting with their post.

➺ bitchin - by @kinktae

summary: the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook.

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

➺ hotter than hell - by @chateautae

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

➺ jump then fall (into you) - by @writtenwhalien

summary: bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

➺ too late to dream - by @kookslastbutton

summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

➺ the forgotten spaces- by @oddinary4bts

summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

➺ when the end comes - by @oddinary4bts

summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook? **sequel to the forgotten spaces

➺ falling - by @starshapedkookie

summary: soulmate (noun): a person who is bound to another through the strongest level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm.

➺ love alive - by @jamaisjoons

summary: a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

➺ changes in between - by @taegularities

summary: Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

➺ falling skies - by @fortunexkookie

summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did - it was a twin thing - and if you were her sun, and he was her moon, then she just wished she could show you how he reflected your light.

➺ sugarplum elegy - by @bymoonchild

summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

➺ an abundance of mondays - by @diortae

summary: "why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

➺ five dates - by @kpopfanfictrash

summary: “Ten dates,” he nods, smile tugging at his lips. “Ten dates, to decide if you want this – want me – or want me to go. Ten dates to get to know me. Ten dates,” he says, oddly soft, “to fall in love with me.” Which then becomes five.

➺ here comes the bride, all dressed in pride - by @hansolmates

summary: You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

summary: in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

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yoongi’s masterlist 🍊

SERIES

shoot your shot by @yoon2k

genre: smut, fluff.

love lockdown by @personasintro

genre: zombie apocalypse au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut. summary: it started with a supposed virus all around the world. it continues with people turning into monsters who want to eat everything that’s alive.

three tangerines by @kithtaehyung

genre: brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au; angst, smut.  summary: “when Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind”.  NOTE: THIS IS MY FAVORITE FIC EEEVEEEER,, just wanted to say thank for this beautiful masterpiece <3

cyberslut by @kimnjss

genre: social media au. smut, college au, secret identity, tutoring au, slight themes of infidelity. summary: he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent- but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.

ONE SHOTS

your yoongi by @yoongiphoria

genre: fluff and smut. NOTE: i don’t know why i can’t tag you, but i genuinely hope you see this. thanks for your work &lt;3

don’t argue by @yoongiofmine

genre: fluff, smut, idol au, established relationship. summery: after almost six years together, yoongi asked you to move in with him. you’re done packing your whole apartment for the move, and he shows up to make sure your last night at your old place is special. 

so close by @namfinessed

genre: major angst, fluff, second chance romance summary: words are not enough for people who are so close and so in love, or a fit in which yoongi loses you but will do everything in his power to win you back.

yoongi chokes you as a xmas gift by @noteguk

genre: pwp, established relationship.

next door by @personasintro

genre: fluff (?), smut. summary: your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily.

first love, last love by @kithtaehyung

genre: angst, smut; opposites to lovers, high school/university au. summary: after the most pivotal moment in your life, you never thought you would ever see him again. years later, you cross paths in the last place you ever imagined him to be. was this the universe giving you a second chance? or were yo destined to repeat the same mistakes you fought hard to forget?

sweetener by @taegularities

genre: fwb/kinda enemies to lovers; fluff, smut. summary: you used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. feelings shouldn’t reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place again, this is exactly what happens.

illicit favors by @yoongiofmine

genre: fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au, friends to lovers. summary: when your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your books because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you di when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? you go to your fiend and ask him for help with it.

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

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“Mistake”

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My god the footage of israel’s bombing of the Rafah refugee camp is some of the most horrifying images I’ve ever seen. My god make this stop.

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joon recreating the spiderman meme 😭

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Don’t get attached to unpopular ships because you will run out of fic and die

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The history of the Disney company is so fucking fascinating and complicated that I could spend the rest of my life studying it.

I hate the company. I love the media. I want it to burn. I was profoundly shaped as a person by some of the art its workers have produced. It's evil. It's beautiful. It's an eldritch horrorterror personified as a charismatic mouse. It's a nightmarish example of capitalist hell. It destroys as much as it creates. It's a flaming trainwreck. I can't look away.

It's the goddamn Elephant's Foot of media studies.

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collection of posts for a very specific dynamic

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One of the best shot of Total Solar Eclipse from 08-04-2024.

Via @nasa-official

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listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.

like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been