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Bestie, am I delusional or was it really real that you were working on a part 2 of angel mask?

hehe, abt that…

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Hello! Hope ur doing well! I really love reading your fanfics ❤️🥺🙏

Hi! Life has been incredibly… hectic lately hehe, but thanks so much for telling me this. It means a lot. 🥹

Take care of yourself! 🫶🫶

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Afterlife - PJM • SNEAKPEAK

Pairing: Yandere! Jimin x F! Reader

Warning(s): Mentions of disappearance/kidnapping,

A/N: Thought I’d give you guys in insight of the AU I’ve been wanting to write. It’s not completely finished and tbh I’m not sure where I’m going with it- I’m leaning more towards a Supernatural/Mythical route, but if anyone has any thoughts, I’d be honored to hear them!! Let me know down below or in my inbox.

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The house sits behind a lake - off the beaten path, encompassed with trees to its back, the forest eerie, but yet serene.

It wasn’t what they expected: cared for, the lawn beautifully mowed with a growing garden, the home like any other middle class refuge.

With just two knocks the door was unlocked and opened, and through your picture on the tabloids, they immediately understood who the man standing before them was.

“Min Yoongi?” The man questions, a bit older than his companion, with broad shoulders and round eyeglasses framing his face.

“The writers, I assume?” When they nodded, Yoongi stepped aside. “Come in. Can I get you anything? Water, tea, coffee?” He asked, gesturing to the navy blue velvet couch. “Please, sit.”

“Uh, no sir.” The man continued, glaring at the younger boy next to him when his brother discreetly smacked his arm, annoyed that he’d decline free food.

“As we said over the phone, I’m Seokjin and this is Jungkook.” Jungkook smiled, waving at the man, “We’re with Faraday University, hoping to write about your niece’s disappearance.”

Yoongis’ eyes drifted down to the hardwood floor, despondency crystal clear before he painfully smiled and sighed. “Well, I’m glad. Ever since her case turned two, it seemed like the cops around here couldn’t care less.”

“Cops - “ Jungkook started, “they’re good for nothing. Trust me. We know.”

Jin cocked his brow at his brother, disappointed yet again at his words. He fumbled with his jacket, fishing out a voice recorder from the inside. “Do you mind if I record this? I just don’t want to miss anything on the paper.”

Yoongi shook his head. “Of course not.”

With a click of a button the recorder beeped, gently laid on the wooden coffee table before them. Seokjin cleared his throat, adjusting his bottom on the comfortable couch.

“Sir, we were told that you insisted the police look into a… Park Jimin? Is that correct?”

At the mention of said man’s name, he bit his lower lip, immediately nodding.

“Why is that?”

“Because I know he did it. He took my niece. Of course, nobody believes me because I have no proof whatsoever. He made sure of that.”

Jungkook raised his brow with pursed lips, gaze narrowed and focused on Yoongi. “How did your niece meet this man?”

“Church.” He replied. “He came in with his brother suddenly, sat a few pews behind us. I remember, she turned around and smiled at them both. They were nobody’s in our town, came in from Busan - I don’t really remember.”

“And after that, did they cross paths, speak?”

Yoongi nodded. “Yeah. After the service they approached and introduced themselves as Jimin and Namjoon, said they were visiting relatives that lived nearby, but it was soon determined that they didn’t. They supposedly grew around here, in an orphanage that burned years ago.”

The writers cocked their eyebrows, “Orphanage? So they're not really related?”

“I assume not, no. I tried to do my own research even when everyone told me to leave it to the authorities, until I found something that I… that I wish I hadn’t. I guess they were right. I’m not one to believe in such things, but when you grow up with a grandmother who believes in… such things, you start to realize that maybe she’s not as crazy as you thought she was.”

“What did you find?”

Yoongi sighed, “You won’t believe me.”

Jin looked at his younger brother who eyed him before looking back at Yoongi. “Try us.”

“Well, there was a groundskeeper that I approached, asked him if he knew who Park Jimin was. He - he seemed afraid. Told me that if I knew any better I’d stay away from ever trying to find him.”

“Why?”

“Because he believes Park Jimin isn’t human. He’s a fallen angel. The literal devil incarnate. And if I wanted to keep my life, I’d stay away - we’d stay away.”

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omg i so hyped for afterlife!! idk why but the church scene kinda gave "trapped" vibes ( its a manhwa with i consider a yandere ml) but damn a devil inside the church woah jimin is really something huh this looks so good im so invested and excited 🥰🥰😍😍

anyway i hope ur doing fine and enjoying ur life!! 🫶🫶 stay hydrated

ME TO ME TOO! So excited for you to read more!! That sounds interesting, yandere you say? 👀👀I will def look it up lol

Thank you! Please be safe too! 🥹🫶🫶

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Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

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Afterlife - PJM • SNEAKPEAK

Pairing: Yandere! Jimin x F! Reader

Warning(s): Mentions of disappearance/kidnapping,

A/N: Thought I’d give you guys in insight of the AU I’ve been wanting to write. It’s not completely finished and tbh I’m not sure where I’m going with it- I’m leaning more towards a Supernatural/Mythical route, but if anyone has any thoughts, I’d be honored to hear them!! Let me know down below or in my inbox.

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The house sits behind a lake - off the beaten path, encompassed with trees to its back, the forest eerie, but yet serene.

It wasn’t what they expected: cared for, the lawn beautifully mowed with a growing garden, the home like any other middle class refuge.

With just two knocks the door was unlocked and opened, and through your picture on the tabloids, they immediately understood who the man standing before them was.

“Min Yoongi?” The man questions, a bit older than his companion, with broad shoulders and round eyeglasses framing his face.

“The writers, I assume?” When they nodded, Yoongi stepped aside. “Come in. Can I get you anything? Water, tea, coffee?” He asked, gesturing to the navy blue velvet couch. “Please, sit.”

“Uh, no sir.” The man continued, glaring at the younger boy next to him when his brother discreetly smacked his arm, annoyed that he’d decline free food.

“As we said over the phone, I’m Seokjin and this is Jungkook.” Jungkook smiled, waving at the man, “We’re with Faraday University, hoping to write about your niece’s disappearance.”

Yoongis’ eyes drifted down to the hardwood floor, despondency crystal clear before he painfully smiled and sighed. “Well, I’m glad. Ever since her case turned two, it seemed like the cops around here couldn’t care less.”

“Cops - “ Jungkook started, “they’re good for nothing. Trust me. We know.”

Jin cocked his brow at his brother, disappointed yet again at his words. He fumbled with his jacket, fishing out a voice recorder from the inside. “Do you mind if I record this? I just don’t want to miss anything on the paper.”

Yoongi shook his head. “Of course not.”

With a click of a button the recorder beeped, gently laid on the wooden coffee table before them. Seokjin cleared his throat, adjusting his bottom on the comfortable couch.

“Sir, we were told that you insisted the police look into a… Park Jimin? Is that correct?”

At the mention of said man’s name, he bit his lower lip, immediately nodding.

“Why is that?”

“Because I know he did it. He took my niece. Of course, nobody believes me because I have no proof whatsoever. He made sure of that.”

Jungkook raised his brow with pursed lips, gaze narrowed and focused on Yoongi. “How did your niece meet this man?”

“Church.” He replied. “He came in with his brother suddenly, sat a few pews behind us. I remember, she turned around and smiled at them both. They were nobody’s in our town, came in from Busan - I don’t really remember.”

“And after that, did they cross paths, speak?”

Yoongi nodded. “Yeah. After the service they approached and introduced themselves as Jimin and Namjoon, said they were visiting relatives that lived nearby, but it was soon determined that they didn’t. They supposedly grew around here, in an orphanage that burned years ago.”

The writers cocked their eyebrows, “Orphanage? So they're not really related?”

“I assume not, no. I tried to do my own research even when everyone told me to leave it to the authorities, until I found something that I… that I wish I hadn’t. I guess they were right. I’m not one to believe in such things, but when you grow up with a grandmother who believes in… such things, you start to realize that maybe she’s not as crazy as you thought she was.”

“What did you find?”

Yoongi sighed, “You won’t believe me.”

Jin looked at his younger brother who eyed him before looking back at Yoongi. “Try us.”

“Well, there was a groundskeeper that I approached, asked him if he knew who Park Jimin was. He - he seemed afraid. Told me that if I knew any better I’d stay away from ever trying to find him.”

“Why?”

“Because he believes Park Jimin isn’t human. He’s a fallen angel. The literal devil incarnate. And if I wanted to keep my life, I’d stay away - we’d stay away.”

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🥹🥹MY HEART!! I’m so happy you enjoyed this drabble! Thank you for reblogging and loving Angel Mask so much! 🫶🫶❤️

Thank you for fools paradise drabble 🥰. I am not sure if you are taking requests? It’s 100% up to you if you want to bcs it’s your blog, but would it be possible to get an angel mask drabble, maybe on their wedding day?

Babe, you read my mind! I honestly miss writing for Angel Mask even tho I have struggled with writers block for what has seemed like two years! 😭😭😔

Here you go. I hope you enjoy :) It’s waAy past my bedtime so please ignore words that don’t make sense! 😭

till death do us…

Pairing: Angel Mask Yoongi x F! Reader

Warning(s): At the end (present day), mentions of kidnapping, mob business/situation, insinuated sexc time (but NO SMUT I RPOMISE),

It was always that little cold cold heart of his that beat incredibly fast, only for you.

His hands were clammy and he swore that if he looked in the mirror, he'd see droplets of perspiration dotted on the crown of his head.

The day he never thought would happen was at the tip of his hands, filled with love and pride as he watched you walk his way, a bouquet held tight in your hands, in your lower belly as you smiled so brightly, illuminating the room with what only he could describe as pure happiness.

Jungkook was at your side, leading you to the altar and to Yoongis’ awaiting hand. He’d seen you cry weeks before, wrapping you in his arms at the fact that your father was not present - or alive to walk you down the aisle. But when Yoongi offered to ask Jungkook, you nodded, and Jungkook didn’t hesitate to do as was asked of him.

And truly, Yoongi thanked him, hugging him with might as he had made you so happy to oblige. There was a part of him that felt… ashamed for the undisclosed transgression that he had done years before. Your tears always debilitated him, but like always, the other part of him - the immoral man that stood before you, simply was apathetic, selfishly keeping you to his side.

He never thought he’d live long enough to fall and love and marry the love of his life, but the day was here, his whole world walking towards him.

And it was just as you wished. A small get together with trusted business partners, and close family members.

Yoongi looked at you and only you, deciding to place his hate for his parents at the back of his mind because they didn't matter. They never have. He had plans of course, that even though Jungkook was at your side, he stayed with the thought of asking his own father to accompany you down the isle.

But his parents didn’t agree and didn’t show.

All for marrying you.

They too had plans; for Yoongi to marry into a family that wasn’t much different from theirs, criminals with blood money, running and never safe. Yoongi declined. The second he saw you, you were marked as his.

“Hello, Mrs. Min.” Yoongi whispered teasingly, your hand pressing tightly against his. He could see you were nervous from that little quirk that came from your furrowed brow, but yet you smiled, huffing a small hi his way.

“You may kiss the bride.”

And hell, like he’d have to be told twice. With vigorous want, he cupped your cheeks in his pale hands, locking your lips together that placed the last nail on the coffin. You were now his wife in the underground hellhole he resided - but no, he’d taken his own word that he’d never drag you down and involve you in anything that had to do with the risks of his position.

In a few years, he’ll retire and hand the reigns to his trusted partner, the doe eyed innocent looking man, who had absolutely nothing of innocence inside. Jungkook would be a good leader, after all, Yoongi raised him and taught the man everything he knew.

And hopefully, after he retired, you’d have a family of your own - a child or two, living life at peace until you were frail and grey.

“I’m so happy.” You voiced, your head on his chest as you both swayed to the music, your first dance as husband and wife.

Though you didn’t smile, he could see it in your eyes, gleaming with contentment. Yoongi smiled. This was all he ever wanted. “I love you.” He said, pecking your cheek, and your lips, causing you to chuckle.

“I love you too. So much, you have no idea.”

He did.

He loved you to an extent that had no measure and he knew that by your side, it was a euphoria that he couldn’t explain or comprehend.

“What do you say… that we kick everyone out, and we get started on our honeymoon, hm?” Your laugh was otherworldly, your head thrown back at the sight of your husband’s eyebrows playfully jumping up and down.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Min.”

“No, honey. It’s whatever you say.”

PRESENT DAY:

Yoongi smiled with sadness at the picture on his desk, gently bouncing Myunghee on his lap as she scuffled, wanting to cry.

The photo depicted the both of you, your white dress flowing on your body as he carried you on his back, your legs wrapped around his waist with a humorous expression on your face.

He no longer saw that light - that innocence and happiness in your eyes.

He had washed it all away.

“Shhh, sweetheart.” With a peck he wrapped a hand on her raven hair, maneuvering her tiny body in his chest to make her comfortable.

"Mommy's fine. I promise. She just needs more time to adjust. I promise, as soon as she’s out of that room, we’ll be a happy family. Just like how we talked about. How do you feel about being a big sister, hm? I love you so so so much.”

What did you think? He had never taken words too light. When you voiced your never ending love for him in your vows, he tucked your actions into his cold, beating heart and with stubbornness, he held tight with a vice grip.

Till death do us both part.

And he’d be sure that was a promise you were going to keep.

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Thank you for fools paradise drabble 🥰. I am not sure if you are taking requests? It’s 100% up to you if you want to bcs it’s your blog, but would it be possible to get an angel mask drabble, maybe on their wedding day?

Babe, you read my mind! I honestly miss writing for Angel Mask even tho I have struggled with writers block for what has seemed like two years! 😭😭😔

Here you go. I hope you enjoy :) It’s waAy past my bedtime so please ignore words that don’t make sense! 😭

till death do us…

Pairing: Angel Mask Yoongi x F! Reader

Warning(s): At the end (present day), mentions of kidnapping, mob business/situation, insinuated sexc time (but NO SMUT I RPOMISE),

It was always that little cold cold heart of his that beat incredibly fast, only for you.

His hands were clammy and he swore that if he looked in the mirror, he'd see droplets of perspiration dotted on the crown of his head.

The day he never thought would happen was at the tip of his hands, filled with love and pride as he watched you walk his way, a bouquet held tight in your hands, in your lower belly as you smiled so brightly, illuminating the room with what only he could describe as pure happiness.

Jungkook was at your side, leading you to the altar and to Yoongis’ awaiting hand. He’d seen you cry weeks before, wrapping you in his arms at the fact that your father was not present - or alive to walk you down the aisle. But when Yoongi offered to ask Jungkook, you nodded, and Jungkook didn’t hesitate to do as was asked of him.

And truly, Yoongi thanked him, hugging him with might as he had made you so happy to oblige. There was a part of him that felt… ashamed for the undisclosed transgression that he had done years before. Your tears always debilitated him, but like always, the other part of him - the immoral man that stood before you, simply was apathetic, selfishly keeping you to his side.

He never thought he’d live long enough to fall and love and marry the love of his life, but the day was here, his whole world walking towards him.

And it was just as you wished. A small get together with trusted business partners, and close family members.

Yoongi looked at you and only you, deciding to place his hate for his parents at the back of his mind because they didn't matter. They never have. He had plans of course, that even though Jungkook was at your side, he stayed with the thought of asking his own father to accompany you down the isle.

But his parents didn’t agree and didn’t show.

All for marrying you.

They too had plans; for Yoongi to marry into a family that wasn’t much different from theirs, criminals with blood money, running and never safe. Yoongi declined. The second he saw you, you were marked as his.

“Hello, Mrs. Min.” Yoongi whispered teasingly, your hand pressing tightly against his. He could see you were nervous from that little quirk that came from your furrowed brow, but yet you smiled, huffing a small hi his way.

“You may kiss the bride.”

And hell, like he’d have to be told twice. With vigorous want, he cupped your cheeks in his pale hands, locking your lips together that placed the last nail on the coffin. You were now his wife in the underground hellhole he resided - but no, he’d taken his own word that he’d never drag you down and involve you in anything that had to do with the risks of his position.

In a few years, he’ll retire and hand the reigns to his trusted partner, the doe eyed innocent looking man, who had absolutely nothing of innocence inside. Jungkook would be a good leader, after all, Yoongi raised him and taught the man everything he knew.

And hopefully, after he retired, you’d have a family of your own - a child or two, living life at peace until you were frail and grey.

“I’m so happy.” You voiced, your head on his chest as you both swayed to the music, your first dance as husband and wife.

Though you didn’t smile, he could see it in your eyes, gleaming with contentment. Yoongi smiled. This was all he ever wanted. “I love you.” He said, pecking your cheek, and your lips, causing you to chuckle.

“I love you too. So much, you have no idea.”

He did.

He loved you to an extent that had no measure and he knew that by your side, it was a euphoria that he couldn’t explain or comprehend.

“What do you say… that we kick everyone out, and we get started on our honeymoon, hm?” Your laugh was otherworldly, your head thrown back at the sight of your husband’s eyebrows playfully jumping up and down.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Min.”

“No, honey. It’s whatever you say.”

PRESENT DAY:

Yoongi smiled with sadness at the picture on his desk, gently bouncing Myunghee on his lap as she scuffled, wanting to cry.

The photo depicted the both of you, your white dress flowing on your body as he carried you on his back, your legs wrapped around his waist with a humorous expression on your face.

He no longer saw that light - that innocence and happiness in your eyes.

He had washed it all away.

“Shhh, sweetheart.” With a peck he wrapped a hand on her raven hair, maneuvering her tiny body in his chest to make her comfortable.

"Mommy's fine. I promise. She just needs more time to adjust. I promise, as soon as she’s out of that room, we’ll be a happy family. Just like how we talked about. How do you feel about being a big sister, hm? I love you so so so much.”

What did you think? He had never taken words too light. When you voiced your never ending love for him in your vows, he tucked your actions into his cold, beating heart and with stubbornness, he held tight with a vice grip.

Till death do us both part.

And he’d be sure that was a promise you were going to keep.

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WHAT IF I TOLD U IM A MASTERMINDDDDD AND NOW UR MINE👀👀 UGHHH CANT WAIT!!

And now you’re mine

You know how I always say that Kim Namjoon is so votable that I'd vote for him even though IDK what he's running for? My brain wouldn’t let go of the politician Namjoon…But what if he's a senator that's now vying for the presidential seat? and what if you were his ex-fiance that he was now attempting to get back because he did say he would make you his queen? and what if he is a mastermind and you have no choice but to fall back into him?

Sneakpeak:

“We didn’t break up,” he noted in a calm tone you were starting to hate. It was as though nothing could faze him.

Your mouth hanged agape at his statement and you were fuming. “Okay, now you’re just being annoying. You do know it is illegal to do drugs, right? You should be mindful of that when the presidential campaign is just around the corner, Senator Kim.”

“You broke up with me,” he stated as stood up, his hands rested on your desk as he leaned his face close to yours. “I didn’t accept it, baby girl.”

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OMG IM SORRY I JUST WOKE UP AND SENT A QUESTION TO THR WRONG ACCOUNT CUZ Y'ALL HAVE A PROFILE PICTURE THAT'S SIMILAR.

SORRY SORRYYYYYYYY

Haha! I figured! No but tell me more about that fic, I’d love to read it! Send it my way please! I’m interested 👀👀

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Petition to bring back Castaway, right. now. I will personally signed a thousand to more to have you bring back that fic because I was so invested, I shall bring more people here to RIOT 🤩

LMAOOOO not the petitioner 😭😭 no but im so happy that you love that AU that MUCH! Trust me, ughhh! I wanted to continue Castaway, but there wasn’t much interest, so sadly it had to go :( maybe once I get my life together lol I will start rewriting for that ff because im sure Castaway Yoongi would agree 🤣

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Thank you so so much for recommending Fools Paradise, Angel Mask, From Afar, and Nuisance!! It means so much! 🥹🫶

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌𝒋𝒊𝒏

Hiraeth : Yandere!seokjin x female reader (@wildestdreamsblog )

Mold a Pretty Lie : YandereProfessor!jin x undergrad!female reader (@blog-name-idk )

Fools Paradise : YandereStranger!jin x pregnant reader (@wildestdreamsblog)

Mercy : YandereKing!seokjin x maid female reader (@raggaraddy)

Obsedian Pearl : YandereMerman!seokjin x female reader (@angelicyoongie )

Closed Curtains : YandereDirector!jin x rookie actress female reader (@angellgguk )

Sit, still look pretty; : YandereHusband!jin x wife reader (@aajjks )

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏

Let the Villain Win : YandereWriter!namjoon x female (@lemonjoonah)

Persephone : YandereMafia!namjoon x female reader (@deepdarkdelights )

𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊

Angel's Mask : YandereMafia!yoongi x female leader (@min-hoax )

Daisy : YandereTeacher!yoongi x female reader (@cosmostae )

𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌

Runaway : YandereVampire!hoseok x female reader (@raggaraddy)

Forbidden Fruit : Yandere!hoseok x fem reader (@deepdarkdelights)

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏

Little Mouse : YandereBully!jimin x chubby brazilian female reader (@thvlouvre )

Porcelain : YandereDollseller!jimin x female reader (@deepdarkdelights)

The Scent Of The Flower : YandereStepdad!jimin x female reader (@cosmostae)

Defiant Affairs : YandereStepbro x female reader (@yandere-society)

From Afar : YandereTeacher!jimin x female reader (@min-hoax )

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈

Open : YandereBully!taehyung x stalker-ish female reader (@euphoricfilter )

Strawberries : Yandere!taehyung x female reader (@cosmostae )

Cut : YandereActor!taehyung x female actor reader (@deepdarkdelights)

𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌

POLARITY : YandereBestfriend'sbf!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

DARKNETS : YandereHacker!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

Bloody Love : YandereKing!jungkook x female reader (@hongjoongscafe)

The Deepest Marks of Essence : YandereTribeleader!jungkook x female reader (@lleldey)

The Crimson Shell : YandereMermaid!jungkook x female reader (@angelicyoongie )

Obsesión : YandereRugbyplayer!jungkook x hispanic latina reporter female reader (@thvlouvre )

Raven : YandereCultleader!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

LESSON I : YandereTeacher!jungkook x bully student fem reader (@redsaurrce )

Bunny koo : Yanderebunnyhybrid!jungkook x owner fem reader (@aajjks )

Your eyes tell : YandereTwin!jungkook x female reader (@angellgguk )

Brother Knows Best : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@cosmostae)

You Are My Crown : YanderePrince!jungkook x female reader (@redsaurrce)

Silver blades : YanderePrince!jungkook x fem reader (@jooniyah )

Scream, baby : Yanderebf!jungkook x female reader (@aajjks )

Nuisance : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@min-hoax )

Devil's Child : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@cosmostae )

Crush : YandereSimp!jungkook x barista fem reader (@aajjks )

Heartstrings : YandereNerd!jungkook x fem reader (@cosmostae )

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E. “If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?” for @hdl93nb for AU Angel Mask.

Probably Yoongi dy*ng or getting arrested & having AM get a happy ending bcs she deserves it after everything I’ve put her through. 😭🥹

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If writing pregnancy trope were a crime, I’d be in jail for my lifetime. 😭😔🚨😫😫🚨🚨

"But you already wrote that trope."

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I’m so delighted about your sweet, sweet reblog and comment. Your TOP 3?!!!🥺 thank you babiee🫶🥹

lololol “I knew that I’d have to finish it or I won’t sleep”: me asf with a story that gets me hooked. 😭

I think the worse part for me was Yoongi digging Sunhees’ grave before escaping, its such a terrible disrespect, but I wanted readers to see that Yoongi cared for his daughter - he loved his unborn baby girl so much, enough to take her from her resting place to keep her by his side. 😔🥹

Thank you so so so SO much for reading. I am really happy that you enjoyed and have such a connection for Angel Mask. This au is one of my favorites I have ever written and I was so excited to publish it the first time! I hope you are having a wonderful and beautiful day/night wherever you may be! 🫶❤️

ANGEL MASK - MYG

Pairing: Yandere! Yoongi x F! Reader

Word Count: 13.06K

Story contains very dark themes and might be triggering to some readers.

Warning(s): Mentions of infant death/, detailed mentions of blood, guns, torture, death, manipulation, attempted suicide, misogyny, mentions of choking, drugs/alcohol, threats of familicide, noncon (mentioned but not written), murder, pregnancy,

A/N: Re-upload and re-written!

- Please, don’t forget to leave feedback! It’s my motivation to keep writing :)

While some stuck with the belief of heaven, Min Yoongi stuck with the belief of hell. Death happened, every minute, every second, and it was absolutely wicked and so iniquitous. He believed that once he took his last breath, he’d look at death straight in the eye, unafraid to face the hell he knew awaited.

He didn’t believe in a heaven, but he envied knowing that if a heaven really did exist, his baby girl would be there, happy and beaming where all the innocent souls inhabited. 

It was all so unexpected. The gunshots, the chaos. 

His pale hands, veiny and warm caressed your swollen belly with such delicacy, both your bodies swaying side to side, dancing to a nonexistent melody. “Do you like it? ” He questioned, looking down at you. You could only nod as your throat seemed to close shut, the tears coming down your cheeks. “Ugh! Why am I crying!” You chuckled at your ridiculousness. The bracelet was cold to the touch, gold and engraved with your unborn daughter’s name. 

The thought of welcoming her into the world, of finally holding her in your arms, her name at her wrist confirming that she was real, warmed your heart. 

Your little family. Your little girl.

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I LOVE THE FOOL'S PARADISE DRABBLE ❤️ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING IT 😍 Seokjin is our delulu king 🫅

Of course! So happy you loved it. 🫶🫶🫶

FP Seokjin is definitely our delulu kingggg: “That baby is mine! He looks JUST like me, I can’t believe I made that.” 🥹🥹 (meanwhile, he wants to cry soooiiii bad because he KNOWS that’s not his kid) but he’s so delusional that he 100% gaslights himself 😭

Reader asf:

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Fool’s paradise drabble maybe? 👀👀I love that story 👀 maybe after reader has her baby?

Shiiiiit, you don’t have to tell me TWICE!! I would love to!

Let’s get itt.😈

COMPLETE - ksj

Pairing: Fool’s Paradise Jin x F! Reader

Warning(s): Mentions of kidnapping, childbirth, murder, death, biiiiit of Stockholm Syndrome, (promise it’s a soft drabble lol)

His deafening wails still surprise you. You couldn’t comprehend how such piercing cries could escape such a tiny body like your darling son. From the minute you felt him move inside you, he had become your entire mind, body and soul in one.

Which is why you couldn’t take Seokjin holding him as if he were his father, loving and doting on him as if he had created YOUR own flesh and blood. But you understood, he had you both wrapped around your fingers and there wasn’t anything, absolutely NOTHING you wouldn’t do for him.

“I got him, honey.” Though working on his computer, seated on an off white, single sofa chair, he immediately placed the device to the side and made his way to your son, cocooned inside his bassinet just the way he loved to be. You couldn’t help but to watch him coo at your world, snuggling his nose to his and beaming so brightly while holding him with both his hands. “Are you hungry, my love? Hm? Is that it? Should we go to mommy?”

He looked at you and then at him whilst walking towards you, settling right at your feet. Your arms outstretched as Seojkin passed him to your awaiting arms, taking a seat next to you.

You bit your lip, eyeing him as he stood. It was still… awkward when you fed your baby in front of him. He’d look at you with such love, with such devotion as you nursed… like everything he’d ever wanted was in his grasp.

And what a truth it was. After he decided to keep you captive to his side, he never left, suffocating you even until now. You were grateful though, that even through the predicament you were in, you were bizarrely thankful you had someone at your side during the birth. He never left, not even for a second, while the nurses and the midwife’s he had hired tended to you through the labor and delivery of your beautiful son.

There were tears falling from the both of you the second he took his first breath on this earth.

And though you despised Seokjin for what he put you through, there was no denying the way he cherished and loved your son as if he was his own and you almost… adored it.

EunJi came from time to time, keeping herself at arms length from your baby, thankfully. That lady was a fiend hidden inside a beautiful woman that looked like she would never hurt a fly. She surprised you when she brought a handful of presents for her ‘grandbaby’ a few weeks after he was born, and Jin couldn’t be happier. He wrapped her around his arms, mumbling a few words of gratitude in her ear while he held your son in his arms and introduced him to the fiend. How could he do such a thing? She murdered two innocent people in front of his very eyes, but yet, he still loved her and cherished her like you’ve never seen.

Was it because she handed you on a silver platter? Maybe so. The two Kim’s were sickening, twisted individuals despite acting like two little angels fallen from above.

And after she left, he surprised you with your very own engagement ring. You no longer had to wear the jewelry that represented a woman that laid six feet in the ground because it was such a heavy burden you had to carry.

The wondering though, stuck to your mind; What would’ve Clara thought of what Seokjin did to you? Would she look at him as if he were a monster? Or would she be happy he found happiness after the accident that took her life, and nearly Jin’s?

You would never know. She was gone and you’d taken over her life against your consent. The house she lived in and planned to stay in with her child was now being resided by you and your child. You never believed in the afterlife, but you could swear you could see a woman in your peripheral from time to time. Maybe it was your guilt…or paranoia that haunted your mind and made you see things that weren’t truly there.

“Sweetheart?” Jin called, looking at you with concern. You blinked, shaking your head as you grasped the collar of your blouse, pulling it down, and allowing your son to latch. He was fast, acting like he’d never been fed before in his life. It made both of you smile and Jin gently caressed his smooth little head, coming closer and pecking the crown of your head.

“He’s perfect, don’t you think so? He questioned, sight lingering on the both of you. You cupped your baby sons cheek on your hand, stroking his skin as you both watched him feed.

“Of course he is. I made him.” You always did say things without thinking. You expected a yell, or a push to your body, but instead, Seokjin only smiled lightly, eyes casted down before he nodded and kissed your cheek. “You’re right. You’re perfect, honey. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“No.” You replied with a shake of your head, thoughts straying into a man with brown doe eyes and handful of tattoos, the father of your child. Ever since your baby was born, you wondered how he was doing. Would everything had been different if you told him of your pregnancy? You knew Jungkook, he wouldn’t have ever hesitated to take care of the responsibility that he created.

You missed him even though it was just a few months that you both spent together. Now, you couldn’t ever take things back to the way you wanted them to be.

You were stuck here, perhaps the rest of your life.

But life with Seokjin, as much as you hated it, it wasn’t that bad. He treated you with respect, loved your child as his own, provided you with a beautiful, spacious home, and he was at your every beck and call. Would giving him a chan -

No. The man, though handsome, created your life out of a faux illusion he made and once that world of his that he so desperately wanted, broke, he broke along with it and forced you to stay.

But Jin, wasn’t cruel, in fact, you didn’t believe the man had a mean bone in his body. If you had met him under different circumstances, he would have been a dream come true.

“Have you thought of the date? For our wedding? I was thinking maybe something small, just my mom as our witness, our son, and of course us.” He chuckled.

Of course, us.

He was insane.

Picturing married life with Seokjin was hell. He talked of other children, his children in the future with you when your baby was just a few minutes old, cooing on your chest. He said he couldn’t wait until there were pairs of little feet running around alongside his: maybe a baby girl, just like his angel child that laid in the arms of Clara. You knew he longed for her. The nursery, though prepared for your son, was soon restored to its previous position, waiting for the daughter that he lost.

And you understood his pain now more than ever.

Of course, he hired a very unnecessary interior designer that adorned your son's new room the way you wanted, but the room meant for his daughter was lifeless, abandoned, and cold.

“No. I don’t really have time to plan a wedding Jin. My son-“

He shook his head, brows furrowed whilst pecking the crown of your head. “Of course not, honey. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I promise, if you don’t want to plan, I understand.” A mischievous grin framed his lips. “Just, of course, worry about the destination for our honeymoon, hm? Maybe we can get started on a sibling for our son.”

Your jaw clenched.

You would soon prefer to stab him in the neck before bearing his children.