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Darkmist (M)

Author: @kpopfanfictrash​ as part of the  Deadly Intentions collaboration with @underthejoon​​ @lamourche​ @floralseokjin​ @prolixitae​ @btssmutgalore​ and @taetaetrashhh​ 

Creative Contributor: @taetaetrashhh for organizing the collab and this wonderful moodboard!

Pairing: Yoongi / Reader (third person)

Genre: Hellhound!Yoongi / Magical!Reader / High Fantasy

Word Count: 30,868

Rating/Warnings: 18+ for mature themes and sexual content. Character death depicted (not main). Violence depicted in both fight scenes and flashbacks. Unprotected sex. 

Summary: ��Y/N has always known she was different. A ward in a city where all know their name. A girl apprenticed to a blacksmith. And a shadow-singer –  a magical being who controls the night and sees all within. Even those who would prefer not to be seen.

A/N: There is some Welsh mythology referenced to within the fic, but it is by no means canon.  [ CROSS-POSTED TO WATTPAD HERE ]

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↳ COMING SUNDAY, JANUARY 10TH AT 10:30PM EST

summary: after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. he doesn’t. apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.

{enemies to lovers!au, arranged marriage!au, rich kids!au}

pairing: kim taehyung x female reader genre: fluff, angst, smut (what!!) est. word count: 30k a/n: well well well. long time no see, i suppose. i know you guys have been waiting months for this fic, and i have been spending months slaving over it, but it’s finally here!! it’s coming !!! holy shit it’s literally almost here!!! and the best news of all, it’s not just my baby. it’s @kinktae​‘s too!!! yes, that’s right folks, rose has very kindly offered to write the smut in this fic, so you guys are getting fed fed. please make sure to give her lots of love for me !!!! if you are uncomfortable with reading smut, please know that we’ve structured the story so that it’s not imperative you read it in order to fully grasp everything. we hope you enjoy!

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“You do realize that our marriage isn’t going to suddenly go away, right? That we’re going to have to keep doing this for the rest of our lives?” You remind him, eyebrows raised. There’s a part of you that genuinely thinks he’s completely forgotten that your marriage is permanent.

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min yoongi have seen it all. tasted them all. and fucked more women - humans, nymphs, succubus and whatnot - than the years his past lives have lived.

and to be quite frank, he’s getting tired of it all.

that is, until he met you.

corny, but true.

you were nothing but a human child. weak with too short of legs that always begged him to ‘wait! hey, mister!’ until his ears would almost bleed and he’d still hear your pitter patter of steps and heart racing from running after him.

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[2:03 am] minho groaned under his breath as you tightened your limbs around him, snuggling your face into his neck. "god, you're heavy." he muttered, shaking his head slightly as he hiked you further up his back.

"am not." you retorted, words muffled on his skin, accompanied by a soft giggle that tickled against him. "and nobody said you had to carry me home, i can take care of myself."

"how would you have gotten home, love?" minho asked, the evident smug tone in his voice was not lost on you in your drunken state.

you lifted your head, squinting your eyes as your vision started swimming, so you could rest your chin on his shoulder. "i could've walked." you pouted.

"oh? do you want me to set you down, baby? so you can walk?" he asked, stopping in his tracks and letting his grip slacken.

"no~" you whined, pressing your face back into his neck and tightening your hold on him.

minho snorted, tightening his hold on you as he started walking again. "you're like a koala, my sweet baby koala that needs her minnie to take care of her." he cooed, picturing the blush that he knew was dusting your cheeks.

"minnie~" what would have been a whine was slurred out in a sleepy haze, your lips ghosting over the nape of his neck. despite being half-asleep, your grip on him hadn't slackened in the slightest.

"yes, baby?" he teased, turning his head as if to look at you.

you paused, smiling against his neck before leaning up to press a sloppily placed kiss on his cheek. "i love you."

minho grinned, shaking his head, knowing that you were minutes away from passing out on him. "i know, baby."

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youngblood ↠ lee minho

◦ genre: college!au, best friends to lovers!au; angst, fluff

◦ pairings: reader x minho

◦ word count: 17.4k

◦ description: lee minho crashes at your apartment four out of seven days in a week, but you’re the crashing for him.

◦ warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, slow af burn

◦ a/n: hello after 4 months of not writing !!! self-quarantine brings out the best in me (due to lack of responsibilities) & here’s the fic I’ve been working on for the past week; I hope you like it :)

one.

Lee Minho tells you that he drowned his AirPods during that one campfire social by the beach and that he can’t afford to buy a new pair because he’s a dirt poor, money-starved college student who survives solely off of Shin Ramyun and its complementary mushroom flakes.

You know this because 1) he’s mentioned it before during the ten-minute break of your three-hour-long marketing lecture and even got the professor involved in a heated discussion about Apple’s obligation to make all of their product lines waterproof for maximum customer brand loyalty, 2) the past several calls with him have been staticy and demonic sounding, and 3) he actually FaceTimed you during his grocery trip last weekend and asked whether he should buy two five-packs of Shin Ramyun or one. You said one, but you’re pretty sure Minho’s too fucking weak to pass up on that two-for-one deal.

So here you are, grocery shopping on a Friday night (because you’ll never wake up early on a Saturday morning) and listening to your best friend wail about his misfortunes through the phone as you’re slapping every watermelon you come in contact with.

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Hey, someone reposted the things you do not know: www(.)wattpad(.)com/841597776-exo-imagines-chanyeol-x-reader-1

hi anon. thanks so much for bringing this to my attention. i will be filing a DMCA take down to get this removed. i really appreciate you for taking the time to tell me.

to all my writer friends: 

this wattpad user https://www.wattpad.com/user/vverrkwann has three collections of fanfic regarding EXO, Shinee, and NCT.

@optimizche one of your fics is included in the EXO list under Chanyeol x reader 4. @nunchiwrites hey babes xx your fic has been listed under chanyeol x reader 2. @ninibears-erigom my love :( you have a fic here under kai x reader 2. @mint-yooxgi i know you write for taemin so it might be worthwhile looking at the shinee book.

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The Body Through Time

Author: @bread-jinie

Creative Content Contributors: @daegusoftboys (providing us with exquisite moodboards)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (oc; female)

Summary: When you’re offered a job as the graduate assistant for the Art History department at Bangtan University, it is a requirement for the department to sign their approval on the paperwork. You have one signature left and, unfortunately, he doesn’t want to see you. At all. 

Rating: NC-17

Warning: explicit sex; explicit language; angst

Word Count: 10,947 (end me)

Two hours. That’s how long you’ve been standing outside the building, staring at the glass doors as your warped reflection slides in and out of view.

Two hours spent in the warm sunshine, a slight sunburn starting to form on the tip of your nose.

Two hours reminding yourself that this is for your career. Reminding yourself that this choice is not about him, it was never about him. That even if he didn’t work here, you’d still pick this university because it’s the best and it’s the only place your career will thrive.

Two hours telling yourself you’re strong enough to see his face. That one look at his full lips and warm eyes won’t send your knees to the floor, collapsing beneath the weight of your desire, not like it used to.

Not anymore.

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Drown for You | 01

There was something in that enormous tank, hidden in the murky water. All you knew was that you weren’t allowed inside the room and that it used to hold something dangerous.

pairing: merman!JK x reader

genre: sci-fi, merman/siren au, fluff, angst, smut

word count: 5.7k

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part 1/11  <previous next>

warnings: none, this part is very mild.

© Drown for You is copyright vinterjeon 2020, all rights are reserved. This fic can not be modified, reposted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: so i basically wrote this in a day, it’s not exactly proofread just so you know. i’ll probably go back and edit it later. as always let me know what you think and if you want a part two!

You’d been an intern at Namjoon’s lab for a few weeks now. It was an opportunity you just couldn’t pass up when your mother—a friend of his mother’s—had told you that there was a spot open. You didn’t know each other that well, but apparently you shared an interest in marine life.

It was more interesting than you would have ever imagined, the creatures being kept in the large building fascinated you beyond belief. It was a marine lab that also doubled as a rescue center when needed; the occasional wounded seal being treated in a tank.

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“Are you slowly trying to steal my entire wardrobe?”

jungkook x reader genre: fluff word count: 1.5K

a/n: Honestly, this was supposed to just be them doing laundry together all cute and shit and then I don’t know what happens when I start writing but it never ends up where I initially plan and now here we are, 1.5K words in, and they haven’t done a single bit of laundry. Regardless, I kind of like where this ended up and I hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading :))

p.s. I’m dedicating this to my lovely pal @babeejeon​ because she just finished her exams (yay!) and now has some time to enjoy some fluffy Kookie xo

STEPPING into your apartment, the sound of your boyfriend singing his group’s new song met your ears, your lips curving up into a soft smile. Kicking your shoes off and dropping your bag, you listened to his soothing voice as you made your way to the kitchen.

With his falsetto resounding through your apartment, you dug out a box of Teddy Grahams from the cupboard as you thought about how you could get used to coming home to him singing every day.

With your hand shoved in the box, you walked toward your boyfriend where he was standing next to the washer and dryer as he separated both yours and his laundry into piles.

“The ‘ON’ bridge truly is a blessing to us all,” you complimented with a grin, your wide-eyed boyfriend cutting his singing off in surprise as he registered the comment. His lips formed into a shy smile as he shook his head, a cute giggle slipping out. “You started laundry date night without me,” you pouted.

Before answering, his eyes fell to the box of cookies triggering him to hold out his hand with his palm up, silently asking for some. “Don’t pout, I just barely started,” he told you as you placed a few cookies in his hand. His other hand came to grip your wrist, tugging you toward him.

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just one

filed under: the fuckboi saga. for @suga-kookiemonster who puts up with me gushing about jungkook on the daily and still hasn’t blocked me ily xoxo

notes: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you. 

warnings: eventual smut, swearing, bad habits (mentions of drinking, smoking etc)

genre: humour, drama, romance, college!au 

wordcount: 5.4k

part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x

“what did i tell you about calling before midday?” you grumble, but jimin is already pushing his way past you before you can finish the sentence. he takes a gulp of your coffee when he thinks you aren’t looking, earning a hearty slap on the arm.

“i have a good reason, i promise,” he says, hands raised guiltily. his tee is tucked into his jeans at the front, so unreasonably attractive even at this time in the morning. he flashes you a pleasant smile. “i ran out of milk and your place is closer than the store. also, come to my party tonight.”

“fridge door, next to the juice. and no.”

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i’m soft for your tags on wartime child (“: 💕

oh my gosh i'm soft for YOU pls 🥺💙💙 thank you for ur writing and for stopping by my inbox!! i love ur work 💕💕💕

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wartime child

synopsis. raising a baby in wartime isn’t easy. but when your baby starts showing signs of magical abilities, you’re forced to ring up the only other person you know he takes after: jeon jungkook.

genre. loosely based of the harry potter universe. wizard au. dad au.

words. 12.1k

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it must be five o’clock somewhere. that is, if there is a part of the world that isn’t shrouded with ash grey clouds and recurring thunder of the mighty zeus. you don’t know - nobody does - but something’s very wrong somewhere upstairs. the newscaster’s words in the background is too fast to catch. you pace back and forth, anxious, restless. until you realize the thudding sound couldn’t have come from you - couldn’t have come from human footsteps.

the door.

you peek through the hole, relief washing over you as soon as you see the lock of brownish hair.

“___, hi-” his greetings are cut short as you pull him in, slamming the door behind you and making sure each lock is secured.

“it’s starting,” you say, almost sounding mad if it wasn’t for the baby you gave birth to ten months ago upstairs, “the first time i noticed, he was on the floor instead of the crib. i thought maybe he just crawled out but then the second time, i know and you know how i know? mr. tubs was floating past me while i was changing his diaper, jungkook,” you pause, eyes widened like a mad man, “the cat was fucking floating!”

jungkook calls your name, the voice you would usually find soothing is now a dread than a relaxant. but then again, it was never the voice. it was-

“mommy!” your baby reaches out his pudgy hands as the nursery door swings open.

there’s a still pause as you wait for something to fly at you. or float past you. or your own baby start drifting in the air like a balloon. but nothing.

“i swear, he has it too, kook.” you hold your baby in your arms, glancing over the man as though begging for him to trust you. as if you’re the crazy one! can you believe it? you! two years ago, you were just a waitress of a diner downtown, trying to get by. if you could take it all back, if you could press a reverse button and turn down that handsome charmer that sat by the window, reading a book (except it wasn’t any ordinary book that you can get a hard copy of - it was a spell book) instead of being on his phones like anyone his age would be doing, you would in a heartbeat.

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Laundry Fairy (M)

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: lots of fluff (I am feeling so soft), smut, non-idol!au, established relationship. 

Word count: 3,500ish

Rating: 18+. Oral (fem. receiving), unprotected penetrative sex (homegirl is on the pill), Jungkook being domestic-kink (it is one, as far as I am concerned)

Summary: You wake on Saturday to find that your boyfriend has cleaned your apartment and done your laundry–shenanigans ensue with the help of the spin cycle.

A/N: This is my first fic. Inspired by Jungkook’s fight with the washing machine in Malta. You know the one. (I found the gif on Google, not sure who made it!) Thanks to @jungkookiebus for encouraging me to give writing a go. 

Heat crawled up your body as the Saturday morning light pushed through the blinds. Your eyes were closed, orange-gold light radiating under your eyelids. “Mmmph,” you groaned, rolling over and dragging numb fingers through the sheets. They found cold, wrinkled cotton rather than the warm, solid presence of your boyfriend.

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peace of mind

fake dating!au x co-workers!au

inspo: one of the sideplots from the kdrama ‘romance is a bonus book’ featuring lee nayoung and lee jongsuk

where taking work home has a greater meaning

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“(y/n), honey. Answer your phone, you know better than to ignore your mother’s calls, even after all this time. I wanted to let you know that Seungcheol is going to be in your neighborhood this weekend! He mentioned that he was visiting Joshua in preparation of the wedding and I think you two should catch up! If you would like, I can set a reservation at that one skyline restaurant for you both! Or I can set you up with someone—remember Kim Junmyeon? The doctor? He’s recently single! Call me, sweetie.”

~

What was he doing here?

You’re in the midst of laughing at some story Seungkwan and Seokmin were telling about the antics of their afternoon music class when you suddenly choke on your drink when your eyes catch on a pair of familiar brown ones across the room, the alcohol stinging your throat sourly.

You instantly dart around for your purse and your jacket, shoving them on quickly. Chungha pats your back in concern as you duck your head below the table, attempting to stay hidden from eye level.

“(y/n)? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m alright! I-I just dropped something! Oh where did it go?” You maneuver around Chungha while keeping your head down, “I’ll be right back!”

Keeping your head low, you manage to get pretty deep into the crowded bar until you run directly into someone’s stomach, their hands finding your shoulders and lifting you up, “Ow—what the? (y/n)? What are you doing? Never mind that, where is everyone else? I got sidetracked with grading papers—”

“Shhhhh!” You put your hand to his lips and peer around the room again, scanning the bar for one person you’re avoiding. “Mingyu! Will you please—shush for one moment, Mingyu!”

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if i told you | jjk

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.

{friends to lovers!au, college!au}

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader genre: fluff, comedy, angst, we’ve got it all folks word count: 22k warnings: slightly underage alcohol consumption, mention of words that could be spoken on an crime documentary series but nothing graphic, ravioli-stealing, idiots to lovers, as per usual a/n: finally! here is the long awaited jungkook fic that i have literally been slaving over since the beginning of january. was this fic supposed to be 10k? yes. did i somehow end up writing 22k anyway? of course! in any case, please enjoy my absolute baby who i love and cherish!

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— OVERDRIVE (m.)

pairing; jungkook/reader genre; vampire au, soulmate au, smut rating; explicit words; 13,310

— synopsis; you thought meeting jungkook was just a coincidence, but the universe didn’t deal in coincidences.

contents; vampire jungkook, werewolf jimin, human reader, possessiveness, enemies to lovers, jealousy, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), public sex, rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe!), creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, marking, dom jungkook, some manhandling.

— notes; based on night world by lj smith. listen to the night world playlist.

“Who are you?” you asked, startled, when you walked into your living room after a full day of classes and saw a boy you’ve never seen before sitting on your couch.

He turned his head just a few inches in your direction, bringing his hand up lazily and wiggling his fingers at you. You stayed by the door, something about this stranger putting you on edge immediately. Maybe it was because he was so handsome.

“Oh good, you’re home!” your mother said, standing up from the opposite couch. “This is Jungkook, he’s just come into town—”

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[00:44] Chan had never thought that he would let his competitive side take the best of him in a situation as serious and atypical as the one he was living at that very moment, especially involving the agency he had worked hard to put up, from the potted plants that stood at the end of each corridor to the first model he signed with and the first magazine cover that yielded quite a bit of exposure for his little big business and the sixth special sense he had for finding strangely exotic and charming women to be a part of his team. But as not everything is perfect in this life he ended up getting carried away, after all he was a competitive man who decided to enter a competitive industry. What Chan didn't expect was that it wouldn't cross his mind to think about all of this before accepting that ridiculous bet with Jisung. Putting everything down because of a damn contest? He was good but he still wasn't at the top as he wished, and he knew that Jisung would not play fair when trying to find a better candidate than him and keep the company all to himself.

Sitting on the bar counter with a glass of vodka in hand he hardly noticed when a girl selling flowers came in the front door, her hair disheveled and her legs stained with earth made a tremendous impression on the customers every time she approached one of the tables to try to sell the half dozen roses that were in the straw basket that she carried in her hands. Chan gestured for the bartender to put another dose in his glass without having to take his eyes off the girl, she was poorly cared for and the shoes on her feet had certainly seen better days but her beauty underneath it all was undeniable.

"Who is this girl?" He asked himself, surprised when the bartender decided to answer his question.

"y/n? She comes here every day at lunchtime and at night, I don’t know much more than that but it looks like she’s trying to save some money to bring her family to Seoul or something. I don't think she has a home though, there have been rumors that she has been sleeping in the abandoned theater that is two blocks away." This sparked Chan's interest, maybe he still had a card up his sleeve, even though she was certainly going to need a shower and a change of clothes, nothing Joy couldn't handle anyway.

"Could someone get this beggar out of here? It's unpleasant to have to eat staring at the dirt in that dress she's wearing." The voice of one of the men who sat at the table where the girl was now sounded loud throughout the bar, causing all eyes to turn to her and she then became the center of attention. The man in question wore an expensive suit and the imported watch on his wrist told Chan that he was just one of the snobs who couldn't get back to their wives after work so they wasted their time drinking until they couldn't stand up anymore. Chan despised these types of people and had to hold his glass a little harder when he noticed that his rude words hit the girl who was just trying to earn a living in an honest way.

"I'm not a beggar, you idiot!" She said, attacking the guy and and almost letting the basket fall until one of the waiters hurried and grabbed her by the arms as she tried in vain to free herself so she could hit the man with more than verbal offenses.

"I was being polite before you started offending me-"

"I will buy the flowers." Chan finally decided to take action, making space between the dozens of curious looks until he stopped in front of the table where the confusion was concentrated. The waiter who until then had been holding the flower seller by the arm frowned, looking almost shocked by his words before he could continue. "All of them. I will buy them all so please let go of the girl." Noticing the lack of reaction from both the waiter and the girl who stared at him as if he had two heads, Chan fought the urge to roll his eyes, holding her by the hands and pulling her to his side, making her tremble and bite her lips more intensely, maybe she was scared of him or just scared of the situation in general but he didn't fail to notice the way her hands fit tightly in his, was she so desperate as to place her trust in the first stranger who appeared to save her skin?

Chan didn't know, but he was certainly interested in finding out, that seemed to be just the beginning of a turbulent story and through that girl maybe he could fix his mistake, win the bet and rub in Jisung's face that his instinct never failed, not even once.

"What are you trying to do?" She looked at him from head to toe, studying him with confused eyes as she considered whether the best decision was to just run away and leave even the roses behind or stay to listen to whatever that weirdo had to say. Would he really buy all the flowers? She definitely couldn't refuse that money.

Chan sighed before answering, maybe she wouldn't be interested in the proposal he had to offer but it was worth the shot.

"Giving you a job," he looked away towards the basket she was still carrying, then analyzed the dress that was indeed dirty, he saw no other destination for the garment except the nearest trash can, but that was not the point at the moment; he could offer her a decent life away from drunk guys and bars that smelled like alcohol, it was only up to her to risk. "maybe a hot shower." She nodded, following him when he started to drag her out of the establishment, if he tried anything the security guards at the bar would still be around, right?

"I really hope you pay for the roses." She muttered under her breath as she stared at Chan's shoes. He just shook his head in denial, if she entered the contest as his candidate she would probably earn more in one day than if she spent the whole month trying to sell those roses.

"Don't worry about that." Unable to stop the smug smile from taking over his lips Chan drew his cell phone out of his pocket, typing a quick message to Jisung before he could cross the bar exit with the girl in pursuit.

"This will be such an easy win." The text said.