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Unsaid Dreams

Chapter 4 (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Modernau!Sukuna x Mother!Reader

Genre: Hidden Baby Trope

Summary: Reader opens up a bakery after running away from her three year relationship with Sukuna, effectively ghosting him and hiding away in the middle of the countryside. Unknown to Sukuna, reader also had a baby, and now is living peacefully until an unfateful meeting starts to pull her back into the life she so desperately escaped from.

Tw: Past pov, in depth description of anxiety, reader and Sukunas first meeting explained, this entire chapter focuses on their past, reader is called a charity case by Sukuna, Sukuna threatens reader, lwk stubborn reader, Highschool au!, Their first kiss!!

Word count: 2.7k

The first time you met Sukuna was in High School, you had managed to get a scholarship into one of the more prestigious schools in your district. The sun glared above you, the straps of your bag suddenly feeling light compared to the weight of the swirling anxiety in your stomach. 

The school was huge, no amount of adjectives you used would truly be able to capture the magnificent and almost fantasy-like essence. The bare bricked walls freckled with the overgrown foliage that was just a bit too messy to be considered purposeful. A georgian style building with gabled roofs, large windows that let sunshine peak into the corridors and classrooms with silk furnished curtains. The whole campus just screamed old money.

It just made you feel more out of place if anything, sticking out like a sore thumb against similar sixteen year olds. The white uniform shirt felt too scratchy against your skin, your tights sticking to you like second skin, heart heavy like something was weighing down every step you took forward. 

But you couldn’t let a few stray butterflies in your stomach stop you from going into the school your fifteen year old self worked her ass off for. You had gotten into the culinary department, mixed with a few other classes that were compulsory to all students. 

The Home Ec lab from this school was praised even in professional settings and you were buzzing at the thought of finally seeing it, state of the art equipment along with teachers that personally taught you. Graduating from their course would basically give you a head start into the culinary world, well at least that’s what you learned from reading comments on reddit and the official school website. 

Your feet basically carried you to the lab on instinct and that's when you saw him for the first time, sitting on the marble countertop next to the electric stove top. His blazer strewn across the stove, tie haphazardly done, sleeves folded upwards to show the tattoos that corded against his muscle. Head turned away from the door, a cigarette placed in between his index and forefinger, smoke clouding the room in a haze. The silk curtains were pulled halfway open, letting the smoke filter out.

The window was propped open, an unfinished garden with multiple cigarette butts on the garden bed found underneath it. Sunlight poured through the window, casting half his face in a shadow as he blew smoke outside, your breath stilled for a moment and for a second all your worries had vanished, that was until he turned his head around and scowled at you, eyeing your very obvious second hand clothes with a condescending look. 

“The fuck you looking at newbie?” 

He got off of the countertop, throwing the cigarette butt out of the window and switching off the exhauster. The pink haired male pulled the blazer over his broad shoulders, uniform shirt straining from where it was tucked into his pants. Shoving your shoulder aside as he left the lab murmuring under his breath about some kind of charity case. 

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and you fortunately fought the urge to curse at him. You quickly learned that the boy you saw was Sukuna Ryomen, the heir of the corporation that basically funded the school as well as the Student Council President. He was feared by the student and staff bodies, no one dared to go against him except his group of friends, and it was apparent to everyone else to not go near the Home Ec lab before the morning assembly and after the last bell. Well at the very least you didn’t seem to piss him off too much. 

Contrary to overexaggerated teen shows about scholarship kids, most of the student body were from upper middle class families, and just 10% of the school were heirs of some kind of corporation. You made friends with the kids in the Home Ec and they filled you in on all the people to avoid at every cost, as well as the people you should get close to.

Unfortunately for Sukuna, you were someone who used the facilities given to you as much as you could, this was also backed up by the fact that unlike the other kids that went to the same course, you were not provided with a fully furnished kitchen and high end ovens. So if you wanted a fair chance at competing with the other kids you were going to have to use the facilities, Sukuna or not.

The next time you met Sukuna was in the compulsory English Literature classes. Surprisingly enough, to squash any rumours of the heir being favoured over other students, and to avoid any bribery scandals he was placed in the same class as the ‘scholarship student’. He was sitting a few rows behind you, looking way more like a President than when you first saw him, his gaze bore into the textbook in front of him, spinning a pen around his finger lazily. He didn’t notice you stealing glances at him. 

The minute you got permission from the Home Ec teacher to use the lab after school, you immediately made your way to the culinary labs, spinning your keychain around your finger, humming a happy tune as you basically skipped to the lab.

Though you did expect to see Sukuna, it still stirred a feeling of irritation in your chest to see him walk around like he owned the school- granted he kind of basically did, but that’s an abuse of power. 

Only this time Sukuna was completely lying down on one of the plain countertops, set there so that students could present their dishes in bulk. His eyes were shut in slumber, chest rising up and down in slow breaths. Pink hair fell against his forehead, a rare display of when he didn't have it gelled upwards, mouth set into a loose scowl, which came as a shock to you because you were sure he was born with that permanent frown stuck on his face. 

You moved to the other side of the lab, pulling the curtains open to let as little of light in without waking up the heir. Cooking came easy to you- or atleast baking did, the quiet repetitive movements, the sweetness of the pastry, the swirl of the whipped cream. Your dream was to hopefully become a baker, or a patissiere- you hadn't yet decided. Being a patissiere meant you got to work directly with just pastries and sweets, while being a baker meant you got to work with broader horizons. 

By the time you were done thinking to yourself the oven beeped and you almost fell out of the high stool chair, scrambling to shut it down and pull mittens over your hands.You had made madeleines, a comfort bake of yours.The madeleines came out near perfect if you had to say so yourself, smooth crispy outer layer with a contrasting softness when you bit into it. A giddy smile danced across your features, happy that the first thing you made in the lab came out so well even if you baked them on stealth mode to not awaken the short tempered President. 

What you failed to notice when you were too busy stuffing your face with madeleines was the dark figure that loomed behind you, snatching one from your hand, 

“So you’re the little rat that decided to disturb me,”

His voice came out in a low growl, threatening almost, and you stiffened up at the heat that seeped through your clothes even though he held an appropriate amount of distance between you both,

“Is this some kind of new tactic? Playing housewife to garner for my attention?,”

As you turned around he popped the baked good into his mouth, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, 

“At least it doesn’t taste like ass, should’ve expected that from the charity case,”

He wiped the crumbs off his fingers on your apron, gripping your shoulder tightly, bending down to meet you at eye level, 

“The next time you pull this shit again I’m going to fucking kill you. Capisce?” 

You felt your eyebrows tug upwards in shock, shaking your head no while you muttered something about facilities. You remember his face twisting into something dark before he pushed you, the back of your hip hitting the counter, 

“Get the fuck out of my way pest,” 

The six foot man snarled, pushing past you once again as he left the lab, the scent of his cologne still lingering in the air long after he left.

No way in hell were you going to let a man boss you around after how hard you worked to get into this school- especially if he was some kind of stuck up spoiled brat.

The next day you went to the lab again, this time baking a rose tea pound cake. Sukuna sat on a stool opposite to the oven, glaring at you- basically seething as he grumbled curses every time you moved past him to peek at your creation. You ignored every word he said though, mind steeled down, no matter what offensive insult he spewed out. By the end of the day he even stole a slice of the pound cake and a small part of you was smug, there was no one who could fight the goodness of your pastries, you didn’t get into this school without a reason after all.

This cat and mouse game continued for the next few weeks, at one point the insults had boiled down to mere grunts when Sukuna would spot you. Most afternoons he spent lying across a cushioned bench underneath the huge windows, letting the sunlight dance across his features as he dozed off. He would always grab a slice of what you made though, you figured he was taking it as some kind of compensation for letting you bake in peace. 

Some days his friends would come over, barging into the room and interrupting the comfortable silence you and Sukuna had formed. A loud group consisting of Gojo, Geto, and Toji who got in with Sukuna’s help, though he excelled in sports and could've gotten a sports scholarship if he wanted. Sukuna would always leave immediately when they came, casting you a glance backwards. You always left behind a little of what you made on those days, finding them gone when you checked the next morning, though you said nothing to him. 

The quiet sort-of-friendship you had formed changed completely when the English Literature teacher paired you up for a project, forcing you both to talk to each other and be in slightly uncomfortable proximity. Your irritation had long disappeared for the KOC heir, now replaced with something akin to fondness. 

“You smell sweet,” 

Your head jerked up from where you were bent over trying to make sense of the poem you were assigned to analyse, 

“Sweet?” 

You questioned, quirking a brow upwards.

“Like that brown thing you use when making your shit,”

You pondered for a second, Sukuna’s sharp eyes gaze resting on your features, 

“...you mean vanilla essence?”

A giggle erupted from you and Sukuna looked like you had personally offended his entire family, his ears heating up as he rested his face on his palm, elbow propped up on the table,

“Whatever. Finish your work pest,”

You smiled in return, watching Sukuna turn his concentration back to researching more about the poet’s life, 

“You smell good too,”

You hummed, turning your attention back to your own work, sneaking glances at Sukuna in between. Unbeknownst to you both, Sukuna had fallen for you- hook, line and sinker. He felt his heart stutter in his chest when you giggled, nothing had sounded more soothing to him and he had already staked his claim on you long before you were even his. 

You on the other hand, had started to regret your notions about the heir, unknown to the general student population, Sukuna was quite the hard worker. He would never skip a Student Council meeting, coming to the lab afterwards with a heavier gait, exhaustion weighing down on his shoulders. Other days he would bring his work into the lab, face scrunched up as he worked through the papers. He always stayed at the top of the grade, Gojo and Geto falling right behind him. 

The English project lasted a week exactly, though the after effects lasted far longer. Sukuna had now deemed it okay to constantly be in your vicinity, brushing his arm or thigh against you whenever he moved closer. Even after you had moved back to your old place, Sukuna shot one look at the guy sitting next to you who scrambled away without a peep, giving the heir his seat.

The pink haired man had even started asking about your day and unfortunately your heart was betraying your brain with every month that passed by. The small physical contact you and Sukuna shared sent electric shots down your spine. Heat creeping up your neck once he moved from vaguely admitting your skills were up to standard to complimenting them. You had also started to talk more with him, he was a quiet man at heart and you were more than glad to fill the silence with your chatter. 

Quiet evenings in the lab turned to him following you around or sitting right opposite to you as you baked, following your every movement with a softer gaze. He would still fall asleep occasionally but it was always after acknowledging your presence and making small talk with you. When he worked on his documents he sat right opposite to your workstation, taking breaks where he would just bore holes into your cheek as you talked. 

On colder days he would drop his blazer over your shoulders, complaining about hearing your teeth chatter with a blush across his face. You accepted, perhaps even more flushed. The goods you baked were now put in a little plastic bag with ribbons, ones he pocketed and never returned. 

One day he had fully switched to calling you by your first name, stopping you in your tracks as your heart thumped so hard against your chest you were sure he could hear it too. In response you started to call him by his first name too and when you accidentally called him ‘Ryo’ and he didn't seem murderous, you let it continue. 

Sukuna did not allow anyone else the privilege of that and your feelings for him grew stronger by the start of the third year. When Sukuna caught you getting confessed to by one of the underclassmen in your program, he merely whisked you away with a grip on your arm, crowding you against a wall in the Home Ec lab, lifting your chin up using his hand to cup your cheek as he silently motioned for consent. You nodded and Sukuna pressed his lips against yours, it was an inexperienced naive kiss but within a few months he had mastered the art- as expected of Sukuna, even with something so intimate he would not fall second place.

Sukuna’s favorite part of the day was when he got you all to himself after school, nuzzling his head into your shoulder like some kind of overgrown bear while he had you seated on his lap, petting his hair as he grumbled about the rest of the incompetent members of the Student Council. Freshly baked goods sat on the countertop and he forced you to feed them to him while you giggled, fuck he could just die there and be at peace.

You never asked Sukuna about the nature of your relationship, not when he cornered you almost daily in the lab, not when he had you seated on his lap whenever he was in need of a little more comfort, not when he had his head on your lap while he dozed off, not when he forbade Gojo from touching your pastries, not when he glared at any guy who approached you and not when he allowed only you to see him vulnerable.

This unlabeled relationship continued well into college, where you both denied having a significant other but neither of you touched another human being on campus, he was yours and you were his and that was all that mattered back then.

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A/n: Omg this was so much longer than my last one!! I put my blood sweat and tears into it haha. I hope yall enjoyed!! Feeling a bit evil as the confrontation doesn’t happen yet.. hehe.. I was so tempted to split this into two chapters but I really just wanted one chapter for the flashback. Likes, reblogs and Comments appreciated!!!

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love love love love

defiance masterlist | king!sukuna x servant!reader

summary: a psychic shares her vision with the king, saying that his soulmate would replace all 5 of his concubines one day. he had her banned from the premises for that absurd prediction. it wasn't until months later when he started believing the old bitch, after one cute yet disobedient servant started working at the shrine. TL;DR: sukuna's a sorcerer in this one, still ooc but not too much. mc pretty much ran away from home for being a hoe, and went to work at sukuna's shrine lol.

genre: female reader, heian era au, 18+, grumpy x sunshine, fluff, smut, crack, angst, no he wont have two sets of arms, and no he wont have two dicks, i'm really sorry

fic warnings: profanity, explicit smut, graphic depictions of violence, more will be added as the story progresses

wc: 34.9k

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This man may not be my bias but DAMN 🥵🥵 Got me on the floor like 🫠🫠

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I ALMOST LOST THIS ACCOUNT OH MY GOD

That was so stressful this like a 2 year old acct with all my favorite fics and this algorithm was built brick by brick that was almost so bad

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The Black Book |01|

Genre: smut

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Being personal assistant involves doing a lot of different tasks for your boss Jung Hoseok–including setting up his rendezvous with his black book clientele. | CEO!Hoseok scenario

02. 

You glanced up at the clock on the wall in your office, breathing out a sigh of relief at the time that signaled your work day was almost over with. Having just finished all of your work, you powered on your computer, about to check your social media when a voice sounded over the small intercom on your desk.

“Y/N, Hoseok is on line one.”

“Thanks.” You murmured, picking up your phone and pressing the button for Hoseok’s call. “Yes?”

“I need you to come in here for a moment, please.”

“Be there in a sec.”

You turned the computer back off for the moment, standing up from your chair and straightening out the creases in your skirt before picking up your tablet and Hoseok’s black book from your desk drawers and heading down the hallway. Heads poked out of their cubicles as your heels clicked by, murmuring good afternoons and giving small nods to acknowledge your presence respectably.

You caught the rolled eyes and mutters of a few women on the way out, but the gesture didn’t bother your half as much now as it did when they first began. You could understand their feelings towards you—being promoted as Hoseok’s personal assistant was nothing to sneeze at—you were getting paid triple their wages, you had an office all to yourself now instead of a cubicle, and you were Hoseok’s personal assistant. Nothing screamed ‘I’m better than you’ than getting to seemingly rub elbows with your boss at dinner parties, following him around the company building while he did business, attending meetings and grabbing his food when he needed you to—you were basically his shadow.

It was also strenuous work, but it beat sitting in a cubicle from eight to five every day, that was for damn sure.

You knocked on the glossy wooden doors to his office three times—your own personal knock for him—before you heard a buzzing sound and the click of the lock so that you could turn the doorknob.

Hoseok was seated at his desk in his vast office, the sights of Seoul below visible through his floor to ceiling windows that encompassed two out of the four walls that made up his office. He waved you over to him so you quickly obliged, taking a seat in front of his desk in one of the big comfortable chairs that seemed to swallow you up. You could tell immediately that something was up—Hoseok was staring intently at his computer screen before he ran a hand through his jet black hair and sat back, huffing out a breath.

“That bastard cancelled dinner plans on me again.”

“Mr. Kim?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows. Hoseok had been trying for weeks to secure a dinner with one of the most prestigious CEO’s in Seoul—besides himself—to talk with him about a possible partnership. Not only would it be good publicity for the company for the public to see the two out together, but if Mr. Kim said yes it would also bring in revenue—which was something Hoseok was always looking for. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah, me too.” Hoseok muttered. “I’ve been having a really bad week—first I had to fire those two idiot janitors that were snooping around in my office, then I caught two of my employees in the breakroom—“

You suppressed a smile at this, remembering following Hoseok into the break room for coffee only to almost bump into his back from his sudden pause at the sight in front of him—a lifted skirt, lowered pants and breathy sighs—until he was turning around, placing both hands on your shoulders and pushing you quickly out of the door with wide eyes.

“—my fucking coffee machine is broke at home so I wouldn’t have even needed coffee if it wasn’t for that.” He muttered sourly, pursing his lips together. The action made your eyes zone in on them briefly before returning your attention elsewhere, “And now this. God I need a break.”

You smiled softly at his ranting, only then remembering the leather-bound, midnight-colored book that sat lightly in your lap, despite its heavy, sinful fillings. You tapped it with a finger, looking up at Hoseok. “Should I—arrange something for you, sir? To perhaps, relieve some stress?”

“Hm?” The sound came from low in his throat and caused you to swallow quickly, adverting your eyes to your red nail polish as a rose coloring dusted your cheeks. You dared to look up at him, and a gasp almost tore from your mouth at how quickly his demeanor had changed. There was a dark, sultry look in his eyes, almost animalistic-like as he eyed the book in your lap, bringing an arm up to place an elbow on his desk, opening his palm flat in invitation.

You handed it to him, watching as he flipped through the pages filled with contacts—most hand-written by you over the course of the time you’d been his assistant—until he landed on one that would most suit him for the night.

“Call client number thirty-one—Kang Seulgi. Have her meet me here after my shift is over.”

You nodded, flipping open the cover to your tablet quickly and adding Ms. Kang’s meeting into Hoseok’s personal schedule.

“She’s never been here before—you’ll have to stay and show her in. Is that fine with you?” he asked, but you were nodding before he could even finish the sentence. Of course it would put you an hour over your scheduled time, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t done that before. Besides, Hoseok would sometimes make up for asking you to stay late by taking you to a nice lunch when the two of you were out, or, once, by buying you a dress for an important business dinner he needed you to attend with him.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Hoseok said, giving you a small smile. His eyes still glistened with an undetectable emotion, and you wondered if he still got embarrassed asking you to do this sort of thing, or if he enjoyed seeing your nervousness over the black book. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me lately.”

The compliment made you blush slightly and you smiled once more, dipping your head down in a ‘you’re welcome’ nod. He handed you back the book, dark eyes searching your face wistfully as you asked, “Will that be all, sir?”

“Yes,” he grinned, showing off his two perfect rows of teeth. “That will be all.”

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secret secret (y.j)

so, my lovely @thewxntersoldier made this moodboard, and it inspired me to write this fashion designer au 🤭 i hope you guys enjoy it! i think it's pretty cute ❤️‍🩹🫶🏻

You drink the scalding hot chocolate from your mug, humming a bit as you stare down at the design you're working on. After setting the mug down, you rest your chin against the palm of your hand.

"Why doesn't this look right?" You ask yourself with a sigh. You set your pencil down and lean back, cracking your back with the chair.

You decided to stay late at the office, wanting to work on your project without having your roommate up your ass. You're working on the last piece for the summer collection, but you're just not feeling it.

"Y/N?" Jeongin's voice softly calls out your name, startling you.

You twist around in your chair, seeing your friend and fellow co-worker standing in the doorway. "Jeongin, you scared me," you chuckle with a hand over your heart. "What are you doing here?"

"There's a fashion show coming up, so I was working on getting things ready for that," he mentions while stepping further into the room.

"Ah, yes. Pace's very first show. Are you excited? I bet Hyunjin is," you smile.

Jeongin hums in agreement as he sits down beside you. You grab your mug again, taking a longer sip from it. "It's all he can talk about, honestly," he laughs, his eyes looking over your design. "This is cute."

"You really think so? I'm not sure about it," you slump in your chair, shifting your gaze towards the sketch.

"No, it's definitely cute," he reassures you while grabbing the piece of paper. "I would choose a different color, though."

You scoot your chair closer to Jeongin, looking down at the design. "Is it too dark? I know the other outfits are a brighter color. Doesn't really match the same vibe," you mention and lift yourself from your chair before grabbing the other designs.

You grab the binder that sits on your desk, bringing it back to the table Jeongin's sitting at. His eyes glance towards you as you sit back down, opening it to show him what you have.

"This is what I have for the other pieces. And, I knew there wasn't something right about this one," you spread out your finished designs before pointing back to the one you're still working on.

Jeongin looks through your other designs, and you keep your eyes on him, trying to judge what he's thinking. He hums, nodding his head as he turns the page.

"Yeah, so, I personally would match the colors. I've noticed a lot of people really enjoy a collection that has a theme of sorts," he explains to you, his gaze meeting yours.

"Okay, yeah, I can do that," you smile at him. He pushes your binder back towards you before standing up from his seat. "Thank you for the advice, Innie. I appreciate it."

He waves his hand, a shy grin coming to his lips. "Oh, it's nothing. I know how dedicated you are to your work," Jeongin shrugs his shoulders.

"That's true, but your eye for fashion is… incredible," you laugh, gesticulating.

"Come on, stop," Jeongin almost whines, hiding his face in his hands.

Your heart flutters at his bashfulness, reaching a hand out to him. You smile fondly at the dark-haired man, getting out of your chair before wrapping your fingers around his wrist.

"It's the truth, Innie," you whisper, your faces inches away from each other.

Jeongin lifts his gaze, and your breath hitches in your throat when you lock eyes. Butterflies swarm around your stomach before you look away. You clear your throat while taking a step back, feeling your cheeks blush.

"It's getting late. I should really get going," you change the subject, tucking some hair behind your ears. "I'll see you in the morning."

After gathering your stuff up quickly, you walk towards the elevator when Jeongin calls out your name. You stop in your tracks to look back at him.

"Let me walk you home," he offers, catching up to you.

"Okay," you comply without hesitation, providing the taller man a small smile. "Oh - I don't want it to be out of your way, though. If anything, I can get a taxi or something."

Jeongin laughs and he shakes his head. "I overheard you talk to Felix about your apartment building one day. It's actually quite close to mine, so it's okay," he mentions as the two of you enter the elevator.

"Do you work tomorrow?" You ask him while stepping out of the elevator.

"I do," Jeongin laughs, running a hand through his hair. "I have a fashion show to prepare for, remember?"

You snap your fingers and let out an "ah!" The wind blows through your hair as you both walk down the street together. "What's your coffee order? I'll bring you one when I come in."

"Oh, you don't have to do that," Jeongin shakes his head, trying to dismiss the idea.

"Come on," you drag out, grabbing a hold of his arm. "It's the least I can do. I mean, you're walking me home."

You smile sweetly at him, giving him your best puppy-eyed look. "You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?" He asks with a shy chuckle, diverting his gaze to the ground.

"Nope!"

-

"Y/N?" Hyunjin calls out your name, causing you to lift your head. You hum in answer, pausing what you're doing. The tall brunette comes into the room with a Starbucks drink in his hand. "This is for you."

You furrow your brows as you take the pink drink from him. "I didn't order anything," you mention with a frown, setting the plastic cup on the table.

"Jeongin got it for you," he states with a slight smirk, leaning his hands on the table. "The two of you have been close lately."

You roll your eyes at Hyunjin before going back to sewing. "I told him I'd bring coffee one morning, and ever since then, we've been bringing each other drinks," you explain to him while finishing up the shirt you're designing.

"You two would be cute together," he suggests.

"We are not going to discuss my love life, Hyune," you laugh, taking a quick glance towards him. "Innie and I are just friends."

Your boss hums and pushes himself up, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, if the two of you ever decide to be more than friends. You have my permission," Hyunjin winks before patting your shoulder.

"Get out of here," you joke with him, swatting your hand at him. Hyunjin laughs and avoids your attack.

He leaves you alone again, and you take a deep breath. You grab the pink drink from beside you before looking at the little sticker on it.

For my gorgeous designer &lt;3

Your cheeks blush, and you can't help but smile. "Oh, you're cute," you whisper to yourself before taking a sip. You hum in delight, nodding your head as you set the drink back down.

You grab your phone and pull up your and Jeongin's messages.

To: Innie 🫶🏻

Thank you for the drink, handsome! 🥹 You didn't have to

It doesn't take long for him to respond, your phone vibrating only a minute later.

From: Innie 🫶🏻

You're welcome, gorgeous! 💓 I know I didn't have to, but I saw Starbucks, and I know just how much you like pink drinks 🤭

You giggle to yourself after reading his message, feeling like you're back in high school with how much you adore him.

To: Innie 🫶🏻

Ugh, you're too kind. What would I do without you?! Oh, BTW, Hyunjin said that we'd be cute together.

From: Innie 🫶🏻

Did he now? You're not upset about keeping us on the dl for now, are you?

To: Innie 🫶🏻

No, no, absolutely not. I know you wanted to wait until the fashion show was complete. I totally understand, and I don't mind keeping you to myself 😘

"Okay, good," Jeongin's voice echoes off the walls, causing you to jump in your seat.

You place a hand on your chest, narrowing your eyes at the dark-haired man. "What is with you scaring the shit out of me?" You huff, leaning back in your chair.

Jeongin laughs and places his hands on your shoulders. You look at him with a smile on your lips, and he looks around quickly before kissing your forehead.

"How's it going?" He asks you, his hands gently rubbing your arms.

You hum before sitting up straight. "It's going well. I'm about halfway done with creating the initial designs," you tell him, spinning in your chair.

His eyes stay on you as you get out of your chair, walking towards the mannequins on the other side of the room.

"Oh, is that it?" Jeongin asks while following you.

"Yeah! What do you think Mr. Stylist?" You ask him with a proud grin.

Jeongin drags his fingers along the pieces you made. "I like them. They're very… you," he mentions. "Can I see them on you?"

A laugh leaves your lips as you glance towards Jeongin. "You wanna see them on me? Why?" You ask curiously.

"I just want to see how they'd look on the most beautiful girl," he flirts, sending you a wink.

Your cheeks blush and you turn your head, looking away from him. "Oh, shut up," you mumble loud enough for him to hear, getting flustered.

"Come on," Jeongin presses, grabbing a hold of your hand. "Felix isn't here today so my office is free."

You wet your lips before looking back towards your designs. "Fine, but I'm only trying one of them on," you cave, looking up at your boyfriend.

"Can I pick?" He asks with a slight smirk.

You motion your hands towards your designs, silently telling him to go ahead. His smile widens before taking a step closer to the mannequins.

After Jeongin takes a few minutes to look each outfit over, he finally points to the one he likes best. "I like this one," he mentions while looking back at the dress. "I feel like it'd highlight your curves well."

"You think so?" You ask with flushed cheeks, moving to take the outfit off the mannequin.

He hums in response, gliding his hand across your lower back. "Oh, absolutely. Trust the Stylist, okay?" He jokes with you.

You giggle, hugging the outfit to your chest. "Okay," you whisper as the two of you leave your office space.

Both of you quickly walk to Jeongin's office, as a few of your fellow designers bid you goodnight. You smile and wave to them before you walk into his large office.

Jeongin closes the door behind him. "The dressing room is straight through the curtains," he informs you.

"Okay," you whisper, feeling a bit nervous. "Is it weird that I'm nervous?"

You turn to face him, standing right in front of the closed curtain. "Why are you nervous?" He asks with sincere brows. "Are you uncomfortable with doing this? Don't feel the need to do this for my sake."

"No, no, I'm not uncomfortable," you reassure him with a shake of your head. "I've just… I've never put my own designs on before."

Jeongin walks over to you before taking your face in his hands. "Do you want to?" You nod your head briefly. "Okay then. There's nothing to be nervous about. I'm quite obsessed with you."

You let out a snort. "Shut up," you mumble embarrassingly. Jeongin takes a quick glance towards the door before placing a short kiss on your lips.

"It's the truth. Now, go," he laughs, lightly pushing you past the curtains.

You smile widely and lean your forehead against the storage door beside you. He's so cute. You think to yourself before starting to undress.

While you're changing, someone knocks on Jeongin's office door. You pick your head up and stay quiet as Jeongin answers it. "Hey, Hyunjin," he greets his friend.

"Hey, have you seen Y/N? I want to make sure she's not staying too late again," he asks out of concern.

Your heart flutters, feeling grateful to have a boss and friend like Hyunjin. "I think she already left. I saw her leaving a bit ago," Jeongin lied to him.

"Okay, great. Oh, hey, I think you should ask her out," Hyunjin mentions, causing your cheeks to turn pink.

You tune out their conversation and focus on quietly changing into the outfit. You check yourself out in the mirror, feeling a bit flabbergasted.

"Y/N?" Jeongin's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. "Are you done?"

"Yeah!" You call out to him.

The curtain opens up, and Jeongin steps into the changing room. His eyes lit up at the sight of you. "Wow," he whispers, and you watch his gaze roam down your figure. "This looks incredible on you."

You fiddle with the skirt of the dress, smiling widely. "You think so?" You ask him, twirling around.

"Absolutely," he sighs contently, reducing the distance between the two of you. "You think you can make another so you can keep this?"

"Oh, I don't know," you tease him, feeling his hands rest on your hips. "I'll have to talk to the designer."

He smirks, leaning his face into your neck. "I can put in a good word," he giggles before gently kissing your neck.

"You can?! Well, that's good," you giggle some more.

Jeongin trails his lips up your neck, placing light kisses on your face. You scrunch your nose before kissing him, your hands going into his hair.

"How about you walk me home, lover boy?" You hum, nudging your nose against his.

"I can do that."

~

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @foxinnie8 @moon0fthenight

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𐙚 : 'YOU'VE HAD GIRL BEFORE ME' W/ SKZ ( text ) ֶָ֢ !

request: could u do something where reader texts skz upset abt how theyve probaly slept with another girl before they met reader? tysm

authors note. i hope you like it , i didn't know if you wanted angst or not and since I'm not good at angst i chose something else

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one of my favvvv joonie fics

The Package Thief (KNJ)

Beautiful banner by @btsstan12

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Fem Reader

Genre: Neighbors/Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Humor

Summary: You have a new neighbor who is incredibly attractive. Unfortunately, he seems to hate you for no discernable reason at all. Does he think that just because he's hot, he can get away with being an asshole?

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Fem Reader

Genre: Neighbors/Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Humor

Word Count: 3,473

Warnings: Language, dimples, Namtiddies

~~~~~

The first time you saw your tall, handsome, dimple-cheeked neighbor, you were thrilled to have some eye candy in your apartment building. You had just moved in, and when he smiled at you in the lobby, you could have sworn you heard birds chirp and angels sing.

When you spotted him again while gathering up the packages for your floor, you perked up, hoping it would be your chance to get his name.

"Oh hey! Could you hold that for me?" you called as he stepped past the sliding doors. You juggled the boxes awkwardly in your hand as you hurried forward with a smile, only for the handsome stranger to glare at you as if you were doing something wrong. He then pressed a button that was clearly not to keep the door open, because it slid shut in your face.

"What the fuck?" you asked the air, staring at the metal frame incredulously. Who the hell did something like that? Did this asshole think he was too good to share the elevator with you?

Ugh, it figured. Of course someone that hot would never have learned to be a good person.

With a sigh, you jammed the "up" button with your elbow to wait for the next one. Your ire cooled as you waited, and you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he just had to take a shit really badly or something, and what you thought was a glare was actually his constipated face. He would probably apologize the next time you ran into each other.

~~~~~

Your neighbor did not apologize the next time you ran into each other.

If anything, he seemed to glare harder. And then the prick closed the door in your face, again. Unbelievable.

You weren't going to take this abuse laying down, so whenever you were in the position to do so, you returned the favor. It felt good to see the same irritation on his face each time the metal door slid shut, and you relished in your petty victories. He deserved a taste of his own medicine. Did he really think that just because he was hot, he could get away with being a dick?

On this particular day, you had worked late to clean up after a coworker's mistakes, and you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was take off your shoes and bra and listen to some music while you fought off the urge to angry cry.

Of course, because the universe hated you, you got to the lobby to see the smug, obnoxious smirk on your neighbor's face as he jammed the door close button. You clenched your teeth, feeling heat and frustration build behind your eyes, and gave him your most venomous glare as you flipped him off. You were not going to give this horrible piece of shit the satisfaction of seeing you upset.

Once he was gone, you pressed the elevator button, only to notice the sign indicating the other was broken. So you had to wait for piece-of-shit to get to whatever the fuck floor he lived on before it came back. It was a small thing, but enough to break through the cracks of your composure, and you felt hot tears begin to leak down your face.

You wiped your eyes angrily and took several deep breaths while you pulled yourself back together. Well, if you were going to have to wait, you might as well bring the packages up to your floor again. No point in leaving them down here for anyone to take.

As you waited for the elevator, you wondered how in the world anyone could be such a raging asshole.

~~~~~

"God, someone stole a package again yesterday," groaned Namjoon over a glass of scotch. It was Friday, the first night he had free in weeks, and it felt good to unwind after being frustrated by his bitchy neighbor for so long. Seriously, what was up with her? Did she think that just because she was hot she could get away with stealing peoples' mail?

"Again?" Jimin said in surprise, taking a sip of his own drink. "What about building management?"

"What do you mean?" Namjoon asked with a baffled furrow of his brow. Jimin lived in the same building, but on a different floor. Now that Namjoon thought about it, he'd also never heard his friend complain about a single package stolen.

"Do they just not bring up your stuff soon enough?" Jimin questioned, cocking his head. "The girl who brings the packages for my floor even organizes them by unit order."

What the hell was Jimin on about? That wasn't a thing. Oblivious to his friend's confusion, Jimin rambled on, and Namjoon pondered on this new mystery. The only person he'd ever seen picking up several packages was –

"She's really cute too, and she's always smiling."

Okay nevermind, it wasn't her. He doubted he'd seen an expression on her face other than irritation and spite. She was definitely attractive, but hot bitch wasn't really the type that turned him on.

"Oh, there she is, actually!" Jimin chirped in excitement, eyes sparkling as he waved at someone over Namjoon's shoulder. "Hey, [y/n]!"

The mystery girl in question greeted his friend with a vaguely familiar voice, and when Namjoon turned to see who it was, he felt his stomach drop.

You stared back, clearly just as shocked, and Namjoon did his best not to ogle. You weren't wearing anything outrageous, just tight-fitting jeans, a slinky top that hugged your curves, and heels that highlighted how your ass filled out said tight-fitting jeans. Even without the clothes, the smile on your face was enough to make his stomach do something funny, though it quickly faded when you recognized him.

"This is my friend Namjoon!" Jimin continued cheerfully, oblivious to the tense atmosphere suddenly hanging over the table. "He lives in our building! Namjoon, this is [y/n], she's the building person that brings up our packages."

You gave a forced smile, and Namjoon felt the beginning prickles of nausea and anxiety as he realized he might have made a tiny misjudgment.

"I just do it for our floor because it's on the way," you explained quietly, avoiding his gaze. The edges of your smile grew warmer when you looked at Jimin, transforming your face from glacial beauty to soft sincerity.

"Then I definitely owe you a drink," Jimin responded with a laugh, motioning for Namjoon to scoot over to give you room to sit. He obeyed woodenly, mind racing as guilt weighed down his heart.

"Don't worry about it," you assured him with a chuckle that made something in Namjoon's chest ache. "I'm about to walk home, anyway."

"Alone?"

You looked at Namjoon in surprise, and he realized he spoke aloud. He cleared his throat, feeling like a stupid lump as he looked down at his drink with warm cheeks. Despite the relative proximity of the apartment, he didn't like the idea of you alone this late at night.

"Yeah? It's not that far," you said suspiciously, as if waiting for a snide comment. It made his chest sink, though it wasn't as if you didn't have a good reason for your misgivings. He spoke up again, hoping maybe he could talk to you and have the chance to explain his earlier behavior.

"Why don't you have a drink with us, and we can all walk back together?"

To his surprise, you stiffened and the corners of your mouth tightened into a thin line.

"Why? So you can make me take another elevator?" you asked angrily, making Namjoon flush and Jimin look between the two of you in confusion. "No thanks, my week has been exhausting enough already. I'll see you around, Jimin."

With that, you stomped away in unfortunately righteous indignation, and Namjoon barely had time to admire the sway of your hips before Jimin piped up.

"What was that all about?" his friend asked with a frown, his usually twinkling eyes now boring into Namjoon's. He felt heat creep up his face as he sighed and began to tell Jimin the entire saga, from how he had assumed you were stealing packages and proceeded to close the elevator door in your face, to the current state of antagonism. By the time he was finished, his friend's mouth was hanging open, and he felt more embarrassment at just how childishly he had acted.

"Joonie, I'm just really surprised," said Jimin wonderingly as he rubbed his forehead. "It's not like you to be like that."

Namjoon winced, knowing he was right. He liked to think that he was the more mature, level-headed one of their friend group, above silly squabbles and petty revenge. Obviously he had overestimated himself.

"I hope you haven't done anything recently, I think she's been having a hard time at work," Jimin mused, and Namjoon felt the lead weight of guilt in his stomach grow heavier. At this rate it was going to fall out of his butt. "She was crying in the lobby yesterday."

Well fuck. He really was an asshole.

~~~~~

You had just arrived home and flopped facedown on your couch when your recharging was rudely interrupted by a knock at the door. With a groan, you forced yourself up and peered through your peephole. What the fuck?

You made sure your chain lock was fastened before you unlocked the latch and cracked the door open, peering at your visitor dubiously.

"What do you want?" you asked, eyeing a beaming Namjoon in suspicion. You had never seen him look so cheerful, and you had to remind yourself he was not a golden retriever, no matter how cute he looked with flour dusting his nose or how deep his dimples were.

"I made cookies," he said happily, and you realized he was holding a paper plate covered in crumpled tin foil. "To apologize for the way I've been acting towards you."

You felt your brows raise at his statement, and you cast your eyes behind him in mistrust. Where had this one-eighty come from? Was it just because his friend lived on your floor?

Namjoon's shoulders drooped slightly at your lack of response, and he began to shift in place awkwardly.

"Um, I just – so I know I've been a dick to you," he began, chewing his lip and looking adorably embarrassed. "This is gonna sound stupid but I thought you were stealing packages when I saw you holding all of them."

For a moment, all you could do was stare.

"You thought that I would steal a bunch of packages, in the building I live in, while other residents were around?" you asked incredulously, making Namjoon turn bright red and clear his throat.

"Well, when you put it that way…" he mumbled awkwardly. "I just… I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I hope we can start over."

He peered at you with such hopeful eyes that you felt your resolve crumble, and when you unhooked the chain from your door you could have sworn you saw a tail wagging.

"Okay," you replied, unable to keep yourself from smiling at the way he had perked up. Those dimples were serious weapons against your ability to hold a grudge. You held out your hand. "I'm [y/n], and I do not steal packages."

Namjoon laughed, a low, rich sound that you felt vibrate in your stomach, and took your hand in a firm, warm grip.

"I'm Namjoon, and I'm an idiot who jumps to crazy conclusions," he said with a grin that deepened the stupidly cute divots in his cheeks. Then he had to let go to save the wobbling plate of cookies from an untimely demise before holding it toward you with a look of chagrin.

You accepted his offering with a laugh, feeling like a warm bubble was floating in your chest. Then you bade your hot, not-asshole neighbor goodbye and set the plate on your kitchen table. You peeked under the foil, and decided maybe one cookie before dinner was acceptable. Or maybe two, if –

You took a bite of the soft, delicious looking pastry and immediately spat it out in disgust. What the fuck.

~~~~~

Namjoon Hyung! It worked!

Jin Wait, you actually made the cookies?

Namjoon Yes! They came out perfectly No fires and only a few cracked eggs on my floor!

Jin I'm impressed How'd they taste?

Namjoon Oh fuck

~~~~~

For the second time tonight, your evening was interrupted by unwelcome pounding at your door. You didn't even bother to check who it was this time.

"What do you have this time?" you snarled through the door, wondering if it was worth it to open it so you could strangle Namjoon's handsome neck. "Oreos with toothpaste filling?"

The knocking ceased, and a small, timid voice spoke up on the other side of the wood.

"Oh… you had one…"

"Unfortunately," you said shortly, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep his woebegone tone from softening your ire.

"I was hoping you hadn't yet," he wheezed through the door. "I forgot to taste them before I gave them to you."

He sounded sincere, and suddenly you realized he was speaking through pants, as if he was out of breath.

"Did you run all the way up here to warn me?" you asked in surprise, mollified enough to unlock your door and open it to reveal a rumpled looking Namjoon, bent over with his hands on his knees.

"Yeah – I didn't want to wait for the elevator," he replied, red-cheeked from exertion. "I'm sorry, I'm actually a disaster cook but I really thought I did a good job this time."

You felt your lips twitch into a smile at the imagine of tall, handsome Namjoon tasting a cookie and then immediately bolting up however many flights of stairs to stop you from eating them. What a clumsy idiot. A clumsy, adorable idiot.

"Do you want some water?" you asked, stepping aside to invite him in.

"That would be amazing," he gasped, giving you a grateful look as he walked inside. As he passed you, you noticed a few beads of sweat rolling down his temple. He really was even more attractive up close.

You directed him to sit on your couch as you grabbed a glass of water, and he picked up the book you had left on your coffee table.

"Oh, you read Murakami?" he asked as he looked at the cover. "I haven't read this one yet, is it any good?"

"It's my first, actually," you replied as you set the glass in front of him, sitting on the couch a respectable distance away. "I think he presents ideas of loneliness and intimacy in interesting ways. Does he always write the women as accessories to the male protagonists, though?"

"Haha… unfortunately, yes," Namjoon agreed, his dangerous dimples making another appearance as he smiled apologetically at you. "Do you read a lot?"

"I try, but not as much as I used to," you said with a sigh, letting your head fall back to rest on the back of your couch. "After work sometimes I'm too mentally exhausted to do anything but exist."

"But you still bring your floor's packages up?" Namjoon said in surprise, turning his wide chest towards you and giving you his full attention. You tried not to stare at the way his pecs strained against his plain white shirt, but between his body and his face there was nowhere safe for your gaze to land.

"It's not like it's that much extra effort," you said with a shrug. "Why wouldn't I when it's easy?"

"It wouldn't even cross most peoples' minds to do it," Namjoon replied, eyes locked on yours and making your cheeks feel warm. "You're a nice person, [y/n]."

"I-it's really not a big deal," you said feebly, your chest fluttering at the sincerity in his voice. You cast about your mind for a change in subject, because the way he was smiling at you was dangerous for your heart. "How did you fuck up those cookies so spectacularly, anyway?"

Your question worked to take that piercing gaze off of you, and Namjoon turned a pretty shade of pink as he looked down at his knees.

"I uh – I'm really not sure," he muttered in embarrassment, making you want to coo at how cute he was.

"Did you… follow a recipe?" you asked in consternation, watching his cheeks grow even redder.

"I… yeah, but…" he mumbled, eyes glancing around before settling on the glass of water. He grabbed it and took a large swig, and you did your best to ignore the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed.

"But?" you urged, amusement lacing your voice as this once-asshole stammered and squirmed uncomfortably on your sofa.

"Why wouldn't more vanilla extract make it taste better?" Namjoon whined, making you put your hand over your mouth to hide a snort.

"Oh my god, you didn't," you giggled, his chagrined pout doing as much to endear him to you as the previous half our combined. "It also tasted like you switched salt for sugar."

"Dammit," he groaned, flopping backwards so he was oddly contorted on the couch, feet still on the ground but his hips twisted so his back was laying on your cushions. His knees knocked against yours and he shot back up with an apologetic look, but all you could do was laugh harder.

"My friend who gave me the recipe was just impressed I didn't burn anything down," he sighed, though he seemed relieved that you looked more amused than irritated.

"You… you really don't cook, do you?" you chortled, scooting a little closer so you could nudge his shoulder with yours.

"I'm your stereotypical bachelor," he replied with a sigh, draping an arm behind you, across the back of the couch. You felt your heart flutter again at the smooth combination of the physical action with the way he confirmed he was single.

"So no pretty ladies – or men – to teach you?" you teased, leaning further into his body. He met your eyes with his warm gaze, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"Nope," he murmured, arm slipping off the sofa to rest lightly atop your shoulders, so precarious that it was clear he was half-expecting you to shrug him off.

"I guess that means I should invite you to stay for dinner," you said with a smile, enjoying the ego boost when his eyes brightened.

"No pretty men – or ladies – who would be upset by that?" he hedged, those dastardly dimples making their reappearance as he leaned closer, gaze flickering to your lips. His arm slipped lower to hug your waist, and you let him pull you closer.

"Only one who would be upset if you refused," you murmured with a smirk, tangling your fingers in his shirt as you tugged him toward you.

His lips were warm against yours, even softer than they looked, and you let out a pleased sigh as you melted into his firm chest. A low groan rumbled from his throat, sending warm tingles shooting from your chest through your limbs, and you sucked his plump lower lip between your teeth.

"I really just thought you were a hot asshole," you said with a laugh, pulling away despite the heat beginning to settle in your core.

"I mean, I was definitely an asshole," he mumbled, cheeks pink as his gaze stayed glued to your lips. Then his eyes widened. "Uh, h-hot?"

You snorted at his surprise, giving him a very obvious once over. Namjoon's face flamed even redder, which was absolutely adorable.

"Have you seen yourself?" you teased, letting your hands rest on his shoulders.

"Nah, too busy looking at you," he replied quietly, and it was your turn to be flustered. How had he turned the tables like that so quickly?

"Ha ha," you said awkwardly, cursing yourself for your inability to formulate a coherent response. He was supposed to be the idiot, not you. At your response, those dimples made their reappearance, and you stood up to prevent yourself from melting into a gooey puddle.

"Anyway, I'm gonna start dinner."

You said it in a rush, in the hopes that Namjoon didn't realize how giddy he was making you.

"Oh! Let me help!"

He began to get up from the couch, and you promptly shoved him back down.

"For the love of god, please don't," you teased with a laugh, pressing a kiss on his nose to ease the sting of your words. "Just sit there and look pretty. Moral support."

Namjoon smiled back at you, eyes warm and affectionate, and you wondered if you would even be able to focus properly while this mancake was lounging on your couch.

"As you wish."

~~~~~

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Pairing: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Warnings: Not a Poly!BTS au but there will be future member x reader x member scenes (threesomes/foursomes/so on). Lots of porn with lots of plot. I know it goes without saying, but I’m gonna say it anyway! This story follows Bangtan schedules from 2021/22 (covid is not a thing), but this is obviously a work of fiction, so I’m not claiming that this is how certain events went down in real life, or that some attitudes would be the ones of real life people! Other idols/actors will be mentioned in this story. This is not a SMAU, but there will be social media posts (texts/news articles/magazine covers/ twitter posts etc) throughout the fic; all of the edits were made by me, with the exception of some manip and photo montages (couple/ “ships”), so if any of those belong to you, please let me know and I will credit you, or remove the picture. 

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ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL: PART I & PART II

DRABBLES MASTERLIST (Ongoing)

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🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

IRIDESCENT LOVE

From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for.

Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie

CHAPTERS: INFO , 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15 , 16 , 17 , 18 , 19 , 20 , 21 , 22 , 23 , 24 , 25 , 26 , ...

BTS X READER

ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA AU

M/F , MULTI

RATED M

Find my masterlist here

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omg I read this fic a WHILEEE ago and then I lost it, and ive been searching for it ever since I love it so much I have not stopped thinking about it

Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part 1)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (fluff, roommates au, slow burn, but honestly everyone will be falling in love unrealistically fast)

Namjoon was a simple person.

He woke up every morning, kissed each of his boyfriends awake, went out onto the porch and watched the sun rise at 7 in the morning.

Then he went inside, ate the breakfast his boyfriends made for him, and they all got ready for the day, some dressing up for work, some getting ready for other things. Being the CEOs of their own businesses and in charge of their own careers meant they all had both a flexible work schedule and a lot of work to be done.

But Namjoon was used to hard work. He had worked hard throughout school and college, getting the top grades, running clubs, being class president and valedictorian. He was his parents pride and joy, and when it came time to utilize his business degree he did so dutifully.

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—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 1) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ editor's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

A Place Called Home by @agustdakasuga

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Accidental Friends by Erakun06

Meet Bangtan, international superstars, the pride of South Korea, the love and hope in the dark of many lives, the role model and celebrity crush of so many people, and a group of people you often stumble across in your day to day life. You become acquaintances, slowly become friends, and- that's it. You are in a platonic friendship with Bangtan. Let me say it again. clears throat PLATONIC. Or One day, you meet a member of Bangtan, the next day, another, and another, and another, and one day, they become a group of people you often stumble across in your life. They become your acquaintances. Then your friends. Then your source of comfort, just like they are the source of comfort of millions of people in the world. What you didn't expect is that you become the same to them. It's inevitable. You are friends.

🗯️ a theme that I don't find much of, and this one was excecuted quite neatly I'd say

Ace For Hire by tokki-maknae

Who is Ace? Besides being the deadliest hitman on the market in the underground, whose really under the hood? The answers simple, well for you at least, because you are Ace. When you're not busy blurring yourself into the background noises of school, you were making a killing in the underground, both literally and figuratively. For years now Ace has become an infamous name among the other gangs and holds the reputation of being lethal and untouchable. But that all changes after a slip up that causes you to attract the unwanted attention of one persistent seven member gang. A gang that's been dying to know, who is Ace?

🗯️ badassss

At Your Service by @untaemedqueen

In which Yn is looking for an escort to accompany her to her nightmare ex and ex best friend's wedding, only to ended up falling in love with him.

Baby (you complete us) by @purpleyoonn

Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches. Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Back Home by AlexLorchan / @alexlwrites

Secretly, he was selfishly hoping that you didn’t age well. Dealing with a small crush was easy enough when he was young and knew next to nothing about girls, when you were just a cute albeit slightly weird girl he had a soft spot for. But he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if his feelings came back with a vengeance while you were living together. God, he would probably lock himself with Jungkook until you went away. OR The one where, after living abroad for years, you move back to Korea and your old high school friend Namjoon offers you his place to stay while you get settled, casually forgetting to mention that: a) he still had a massive crush on you. b) he lived with six other guys.

🗯️ crack fic! my fave category and this one makes me giggle in both funny way and butterfly-in-my-stomach kinda way

Beauty of Love by @imnotlauriane

When you cross eyes with your soulmate, you get flashes of memories that have yet to happen. You can't see the same memory as the other and it can be either good or bad. It's not always terrible, but a thing is for sure. No matter what you do, it will happen. But are things always what they seem to be?

Between The Bloodshed series by @agustdakasuga

🗯️ this series... I just love. plot is super neat, relationship doesn't feel forced, etc etc

❶ Between The Bloodshed

Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that you would have to leave your life behind and build a new one.

❷ Everything Between Us

They left you hanging, they broke your heart. You didn’t get your happily ever after. But now they’re back and they’re searching for you to make things right. Could you look past the betrayal to take them back into your life and back into your heart?

Beyond The Stage by Alysheart

Alexis was going through the days simply. She was a college student in Florida, working towards her degree. When she scored tickets to the BTS concert in Korea, she didn't hesitate. She never expected to be soulmates with the seven idols.

Bound by Blood by PurpleQueenie

In a world where vampires and humans have to co-exist, where the line between tolerance and animosity blurs, how can you ever expect to get your happily ever after when your soulmates hate your very existence?

🗯️ love all the details, the slow burn, gosh just so good

Boyfriend For Hire by @remedyx

Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you'd least expected.

Breakthrough by Alphathyx

"My dreams haunt me like past memories that never existed" The Memory Dive, an invention that allows the user to dive into anyone's memories just from the collection of their DNA. Made by Professor Kim Seokjin, he created this device for the worlds secret service to solve mysteries that the ordinary field agents are unable to. With seven agents, ranging from ex military, to a university professor, college student and even a criminal, only these seven are able to use this machine to extract memories of others. They are also the only people that know how to escape it. Discover through their eyes of uncovering the darkest truths of the world, through the minds of victims.

🗯️ this one's super neat plot with complecated and technical world, just so good

Bright Colors and Loud Soulmates by Mostmouse

You resented soulmates, the whole damn concept. It just wasn't your thing, and you couldn't help but feel jealous of those who were born without soulmates, who could see the world as it was intended to be from birth. When you run into your soulmate, you're determined to stay in your own sphere of the world. Focusing on you. But, because nothing is simple in your life, it turns out he's one of seven - better yet, your seven soulmates are the globally famous band BTS. Because why wouldn't they be? OR you learn how to let your soulmates past your carefully crafted walls, and they’re more than happy to show you what a loving and supportive relationship should look like.

🗯️ a funny and cute one! (with extra h0rny characters lol)

BTS Office CEO AU by @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue

You work for seven CEOs who have called you into their office due to a complaint

Can't Wait To See You Again by AlexLorchan / @alexlwrites

The one where Jungkook develops a huge crush on a Youtuber he found after falling into the rabbit hole of his recommended videos. Unbeknownst to him, you were also recommended to his hyungs. Unbeknownst to you, all across the world seven idols were slowly falling in love with you.

🗯️ I just love the concept of the boys being fanboys :3

Choco Bun by @nunchiimagines

When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

Combined Beings by @numinousher

You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. the bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentioned you to the other 6.

Hybrids have been introduced into society for a handful of years now, the fighting for their rights is still happening but doesn't look promising. But when one girl finds a hybrid in danger she jumps at the chance to help, yet what she didn't know was how upside down her life was about to become. But a word of advice, not everything is as it seems.

🗯️ minus the bullying elements, this story is like a comforting sweet cloud

Comfort by http-lostforever

Could We Be Together Someday? series by BTS_Mommy / @babyboy-bangtan

🗯️ mann Idk what to write lol. this is another one that I've re-read thousand times, bcs some of the boys started as fanboys then became clingy friends. also yn's so supportive I just lovee.

❶ By Chance

A misunderstanding gone viral puts you on BTS's radar, which leads to a series of events that finally culminate with you meeting them for the first time.

❷ The Moments in Between

As you become close friends with BTS, you begin to realize that the feelings you have for them are slowly turning into something you're not ready to deal with. Unbeknownst to you, the same is happening to them.

Crave by sweetinsanityy

The boys don't do well with being controlled, but for their group, they'll bite their tongue and put on a smile for management. Yet when you, a new little rookie, stumble upon them, they're like a pack of hungry wolves. Or, the boys are all Doms and they want you to be their perfect little sub.

Cursed Fate by PurpleQueenie

The universe has designed soulmates- someone that completes you. But what happens when you don't have one but seven? And all you want to do is run in the opposite direction when you see them...

🗯️ queenie's stories are just so good, you should check them all out! this one also has such great details and writing.

Deep Down by sleepingbearandbunny

Jae, unlike everyone else, has nothing against the hybrid species. She likes being alone, where she is safe from ridicule and her controlling father. When a group of hybrids save her from some trouble, fate brings them together once more.

🗯️ a harsh and complecated world this one, so they went through a lot together and I love that!

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | NAVI

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soulmate aus where one of them doesn't believe in soulmates and the other is the biggest hopeless romantic 🛐🛐🛐🛐

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Obsessed with the idea that people forget you have Captain Levi’s heart until they see him do little things for you. Like at breakfast, before his morning meeting with Erwin, he’ll pass by your table and casually hand you a loaded plate. “They didn’t have those croissants you usually like but I found those weird ass pastries you can’t stop talking about.” And then he’ll just walk away without saying anything else. Or like, while you’re all suiting up for a mission, he’ll randomly walk up to you and adjust the thigh straps of your odm gear to make sure they’re properly secured and you’re just like “!!!” inside. Or like for every group meeting he arrives early and saves you the seat next to him and when you arrive, he’ll pull out your chair, waiting till you sit so he can briefly place his hand on your thigh as a greeting 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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A Single Daffodil Masterlist

Summary: Getting arranged to be married to your long-time crush wasn't exactly the fairy tale romance you were hoping for. Nor is the dynamic of the marriage, with your husband treating you like you don't exist. But you're going to make this work, whether he cares about you or not. And he definitely doesn't...right?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Genre: angst, romance, unrequited love, smut, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, businessman yoongi

Warnings: parental trauma, sibling trauma, toxic parents, unrequited love, explicit language, alcohol usage, yoongi's kind of mean, future smut

Chapter 1 3.25.24

Chapter 2 4.1.24

Chapter 3 4.21.24

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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[starlost-xoe]

I am SO addicted to Skz texts and smau posts. No matter what the context is, I eat that shit up EVERY TIME. They're so addicting to read. Pls send recommendations for your fave skz texts or smau's thank you.

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Only In Lakeshore ~ BC [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 16.2K

⤜PAIRING: Chan X Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: angst, enemies to lovers/grumpy x sunshine, new neighbour, asshole neighbours who hate Yn, haters to friends, angst, fireman chan, 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

Request: Yn moves into a town where her neighbours are Skz, they’re rude to her. Super angst and genuinely make her have a hard time, got to have fireman chan though. When things go too far with the neighbours Chan tells them to back off but not before something drastic happens putting Yn in danger.

The sun was blaring down above you as you moved the next box into the house and sighed a little at the sweat that was dripping from your forehead. Of course, you would pick the hottest day of the year to move into a new house, you groaned a little as you wiped the sweat from your forehead. Why had you decided to move in the middle of summer? You should have done this in the winter when you were likely to have colder weather, moving boxes and scorching heat weren’t exactly a good combination. The van door outside closed and you sighed a little and slowly came out onto the porch to see someone staring at you from across the street. The man was staring over at you and at the van as though he was studying everything that was going on in front of him, he couldn’t have been any older than 21 and he looked rather worried about something. Ignoring the anxiety in the pit of your stomach you smiled warmly at them and waved at the boy but he quickly looked away and rode off on his bicycle. Strange, your cousin had mentioned that everyone inside of the town was kind and welcoming and that you wouldn’t have any issues but it seemed as though that boy hadn’t been too happy to see you moving into this house.

Lee - the man that had been helping you move slowly climbed the steps to your porch and smiled at you, he’d been wanting to ask you for the last couple of hours why you’d moved to such a small town but hadn’t yet. The two of you had mostly been talking about how job and how many people he got to see settle into their new lives.

“What made you want to move to a small town?” Lee asked you as he walked over to you with a particularly heavy box but he made it seem effortless. You knew inside the box contained all of your crockeries so it had to be a little too heavy for him to handle and you thanked heavens you didn’t have to be the one to carry it inside.

“Oh, just some family stuff,” You shrugged your shoulders not wanting to give your entire life story as to why you’d moved from the large city and into a quiet village such as Lakeshore. The idea of small towns where everyone knew everyone’s business wasn’t something that appealed to you exactly and yet you were here because you were doing someone a favour.

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