#someone. if you see me alone in public and you think my vibes are peculiar but i am not bothering anyone you can simply keep it moving

[aldieb]

ok i’m glad i got out for san fermin bc i am so powered up rn. they played “emily” second and i was like “oh cool well i will be satisfied with whatever else they do now” and then they played every other song i wanted to hear. claire wellin has an insane stage presence—a charismatic black hole sucking everything in the room in. and um the rest of my thoughts on that subject are not fit to print. also saxophonists continue to slay the most. i have never heard someone making a bari scream like that and i thought it had to be on the production end but nope

[ellemany]

Thoughts and Headcanons about Valorant’s Agents Playlist

Font: Voices in my head

So, i ended my self challenge of listen every playlist of Valorant’s Agents. Very fun experience and i highly recommend if you wanna get out your music comfort zone.

Yes, i listened everything on youtube cause i don’t have a spotify account ;-;

I already even listened some of them more than one time. Jett’s one is my favorite for training in the Range.

Sometimes it was a torture to listen everything (Love you Omen, but that was hard) However, there was positive surprises too. Sova’s russian rap are pretty cool. Don’t understand a word, but the feeling is good.

Just give a chance for they, okay? Killjoy’s playlist can be boring and interesting at the same time so just go for it!

It get me inspired to work on some headcanons, so let’s go!

Words: +1000 (Good luck)

Musical Headcanons

First of all, i had to say that Viper has my musical taste in my emo phase, when i was 13yrs, specifically. 

Knowing that, i am 90% sure that she listens to Green Day, Linkin Park and Evanescence too. I can see her chillin after missions listening to My Immortal.

Also, she and Breach are Pentakill fans. They enjoy the rock vibes. Don't tell Killjoy, but they shared messages while they was participating of the virtual show. And they was on Viego side, obviously. 

Since Viper is basically me, i can say that her guilty pleasure (beyond a certain game band) is Taylor Swift.

Yeah, our “villain” is soft at some point. Specially when is about “You Belong to Me”

And the Folklore album? Pure art! *Chef’s Kiss*

Viper really cares about her bad reputation (A reference? Maybe). She makes this clear in her dialogues with Cypher, Raze and Brimstone, for example. She hate the mere idea of anyone discovering these things about her without her consent. So, even with earphones, she doesn’t listen to TayTay in public. And never uses the random option.

She only listen in her bedroom or lab, at midnight, when she is sure that no one is around. Them, she even sings a little bit.

Viper singing is like  😍 😍 😍

Cypher, as the main font of gossips in the Protocol, discovery this precious information once. He could use this information for blackmailing Viper (he will use someday, probably). But, he thinks is too adorable and decided to help her to keep her secret without her acknowledgement. (”Hey guys! What are you doing here so late? Want to see a movie?” *moves everyone away from Viper’s lab where she is singing Shake it Off*)

Shit, so fanfic

Yet about Viper, the youngest agents once make a joke on her using Toxic from Britney Spears. Every time she was getting close, someone sings a verse of the song, without any context.

She soon realize what was going on (”These kids think they are smarter than me??”) and elaborate a little revenge. She thinks is predictable poison their food, so she makes something more... Creative. Then, she put a somniferous on the ventilation at night. She alone takes every agent that make the joke (mostly duelists) and locked they in the training room. Then, at 5AM, she puts Toxic to play at the maximum volume, starting the combat simulation in the hardest level. While that, she observes everything with her black coffee.

Since them, even the name of Britney Spears is banned between the agents.

Going to the rest of the team, Phoenix and Yoru don’t have any problem in sharing their earphones. They like to listen each other playlist after missions for chillin. Yoru usually critic Phoenix’s british rap and Phoenix says that some beats are boring but, after all, they like it. Sharing songs is one of they favorite things as a couple.

Since Golden Brown and Undo are in their playlists, nothing changes my mind that they like The Weekend, Chasing Atlantic and Rosenfeld.

I promise I’ll love you if you do it  so do it for me

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Btw, Reyna’s playlist is a sex playlist. No discussion.

“But, Sage, how did you learned Spanish so fast?” 

“...Practicing, i guess”

Sage’s playlist is a peculiar mix of my mom and my own musical tastes. One time is that calm R&B and then is a cheerful Pop, i love this. She probably like Kehlani and Norah Jones.

One of Sage’s favorites meditates method is to careful listen to music. She stays in a comfortable position and focus on feeling what the artist feels while interpretates the song. She can make this for a long time.

Jett knows a lot of K-pop choreographies. I just feel this when i listen to her playlist.

Oooooh the playlists remember Just Dance kkkkkkkkkkkk I’ll make another headcannon’s post about the agent’s dance abilities. (One of the Sage’s music is in Just Dance 2020 which i have. I’m proud of being really good in that dance :3 )

Phoenix was the type of person’s that used to hate Kpop. Then, he meets Jett in the Protocol. Now, he have tons of Krap on his playlist. Probably some of Suga. Jett think that it is funny and adorable when he tries to sing in Korean.

Yoru gets like 🙄 but he deal with this.

In the au where he dates Jett, he accept making TikTok dances with her favorite musics. Very cute :3

Shit, so fanfic²

Brim and Skye have a good musical taste. They probably like songs with poetry lyrics, so i think they both like Cat Stevens, Bruce Springsteen and Bob Dylan.

Despite her trying, Skye isn’t a good singer. But she sings with her heart. After all, the girl is trying, mates!

The agents care about Omen humanity. This includes his playlist that is... Ether? I don’t even know how to explain that. So, everybody shares earphones with Omen for seeing if he feels something close to his past life. They encourage Omen to dance too, even if his moves are unusual.

They don’t really know if Kay/O enjoy music but he seems to have a positive response for Mii Theme. (Riot, give us a Kay/O playlist, please)

Now, at last, my favorite headcanons are for Raze!

Raze have a huge Brazilian music acknowledgment and her official playlist just show a little bit of this. That playlist show her eletronic and rapper side, but she knows forró, axé, funk, samba, reggae, frevo, pagode, sertanejo, MPB, Bossa Nova, etc.

She careful listen to everybody’s playlist, understand they taste and recommend Brazilian songs that most match with them. Soon, everybody in the Protocol have unless one music in Portuguese in their playlist.

Cypher as a sambista is my new dream skin.

Even she doesn’t understand Sova’s DUTS DUTS DUTS, she get some TUTS TUTS TUTS in Brazilian for him.

She really can’t deal with Killjoy’s playlist. She loves her girlfriend but it is hard for her.

For other side, Raze’s constantly energic playlist is very stressful for Killjoy. They maneged to get along deciding that Raze will listen to her calmer songs around Killjoy and Killjoy will give a chance for Raze songs.

In my heart, their special song is “Não quero dinheiro” from Tim Maia. Raze played this song when she asked Killjoy for being her girlfriend.

Now, i don’t really know how the base where the Protocol is work, but, i think they have a cafeteria where Raze choose every day a new playlist for play, depending of the moods of the team. Somedays she lets another agent choose the day’s playlist. It’s pretty cool.

And... I think that’s all! Finally! I procrastinated too much for making this! (Chamber’s playlist was released, i ended listen to it and didn’t finish this post! That’s my level of lazy)

Love ya all :3

[hopetofantasy]

‘Soft, sweet lips’

Part 2: "Your turn now"

Part 3: “Thank you”

A VDS FIC - PART 1 (fluff)

“We’re not playing David Bowie!”

Jens whined, staring intently at Sander, who was already scrolling through the playlist of his favorite artist. 

“You don’t have any say in this, bro. His car, his rules, his playlist.” Robbe turned around in the passenger’s seat with a huge grin on his face. “Just be happy that he wanted to do this.”  “Like he wouldn’t do anything for you if you asked him to. He’d probably spray an even bigger graffiti mural on the frikking cathedral, if you pouted long enough.” Moyo joked. He was sitting right next to Aaron, who was already fast asleep. Jens hated the backseat. It felt too crammed, especially with the sleepy friend drooling on his shoulder. 

This road trip wasn’t his idea. But he needed some fun time with his friends. Relaxing. No thinking. Because everything was too complicated these days. He desperately needed to get away. “You know, Jens, you’re just jealous I got this from my parents for succeeding my first college year. I bet you didn’t expect to be picked up in a brand new car, did you?” Sander replied with unnerving enthusiasm. He gave a red cheeked Robbe a fast peck on the lips. 

Jens looked down with an heavy feeling in his heart. 

He didn’t like the way they were so lovey dovey all the time. It made him feel lonely. He wanted someone to stand by his side. Especially lately. That’s why the last comment stung a little bit harder. He knew Sander’s parents were rich. He knew his home life improved greatly since Robbe came into his life. Robbe was Sander’s rock, Sander’s mom knew that. 

Robbe didn’t knew what was happening with Jens nowadays.

How his home was only getting worse. How his parents would never be able to buy something like a car. Their yelling was getting louder and louder every evening. Sleep was starting to be a problem. Especially because his little sister kept crawling into his bed with the saddest face he ever saw. 

And then she would ask the same question over and over again. 

“Are mommy and daddy getting divorced, Jens?” 

It broke his heart every damn time. 

He didn’t want to think about that now. He shook his head to clear the thoughts.

Jens wanted to be happy. So he put on a fake smile and grabbed Moyo by his wrist. This startled his friend for a second. 

“Yo, bro, did you bring the weed?” 

“Yeah, ofcourse, I’m not an idiot.” Moyo replied. He pulled out the bag and started rolling. Meanwhile, Sander and Robbe were bickering about which highway was the fastest to take. Apparently they were going to a lake somewhere. Sander’s parents knew someone who knew someone. Which meant they could go to a lake house in the Netherlands without any reservations or payment. 

Suddenly, Moyo looked up at Jens with an uneasy smile. Like he felt that Jens needed a good conversation with a friend instead of some weed. Maybe he was used to reading his mother’s vibes and developed a sixth sense for mood-swings. 

“You ok, bro?” 

Jens sighed. He took the rolled joint out of Moyo’s hands and lit it up. “I am now.”

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The sun was already setting when they arrived at the lake house. Five hours later. The Waze app told them it should have took only two hours, but hey, it was Sander at the wheel. He knew all of the fastest routes in the Netherlands, he exclaimed. He’d already been there multiple times, right? What could go wrong? 

“So now we know!” Aaron cried out loudly, while trying to pull himself out of the crowded backseat. Multiple bags of booze fell out of the car with him. The one on top made a loud clinking sound.  “Know what?” Jens asked. He checked the bag where the sound came from. Thank god, no jenever bottles were broken. 

“What a terrible driver Sander is.” Moyo laughed, with tears in his eyes. “You suck, man, I’m sorry for the examinator who gave you your driver’s license. He’s probably wondering right now what he unleashed on the world, by letting you drive.” “Hey hey hey,” Sander laughed. “The man was just too scared, he didn’t dare to withhold my license or I would've driven him into a tree, okay?!” 

Moyo was slapping his hand on Sander’s back, laughing out loud. They seemed to get along pretty well these days. They appeared to have the same, weird dark humor. Which was unexpected. He never knew Moyo had this totally different side to him, a softer side, until he surprised the boys a while back with his speech about bipolarity. 

But hey, at least Robbe couldn’t have been happier with this development. He was floating on cloud nine the last couple of months. Which Jens liked. He liked it a lot. A huge weight seemed to be lifted off the smaller boy’s shoulders. He was happier now. 

Robbe used to be so closed off all the time. Not communicating. Not acknowledging his own struggles. It was so difficult to get through to his best friend at times. Even when he knew that Robbe was struggling with something, he didn’t know how to pull it out of him.

Now it was the other way around. But, did Robbe notice? 

“Broerrrs, huddle together!” Robbe cried out. 

“We have three rooms in there. I guess Sander and I get one for ourselves.” His cheeks were starting to flush crimson red. “Since we... ehm... since we will -” “Yeah yeah, no need to explain, we KNOW.” Aaron sighed and rolled his eyes. They were all used to the couple’s public displays of affection. They almost barged into the bathroom during their session at a party. Thank god Sander was able to close the door within the millisecond. No need to repeat that, no thanks.

“But who will have his own room?” “Rock paper scissors?” Moyo proposed. “Sounds good to me!”

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Well at least he will get a good night’s sleep. Alone, Jens thought, while looking down at his half empty jenever bottle. 

He was sitting at the very end of the campfire. The boys were all huddled on the other side. Moyo was telling the story about how he tried to kiss Noor at the Christmas party, which didn’t exactly end the way he wanted. 

Robbe was laughing along with his memories. He knew how Noor was wired. When Moyo made his move, Noor straight up laughed in his face while listing all the things she'd rather do before she would ever kiss Moyo. 

One even involved kissing Britt. 

Which still made Jens chuckle. 

Aaron was listening intently to every word Moyo said, like he was learning the expertise in how to pick up chicks. He’s such a dork, honestly. But you know, you can’t dislike him. It’s just how Aaron was. Dork and all. 

Sander, on the other hand, was much more peculiar. He was sitting the closest to Jens. Silently sketching some lines, which looked vaguely like the bike tunnel in white light? Jens couldn’t figure out what was so important about a tunnel .  

Every now and then, his mind wandered back to this strange boy with the bleach blond hair and black combat boots. 

You know, when his face was relaxed, he could see why Robbe fell for Sander. He wasn’t ugly. Plus he had a muscular body. Not that Jens thought about a boy’s abs or the way that made him feel. It was purely out of curiosity, ofcourse. Like why his best friend would fall for a boy. Jens could never imagine falling in love with a boy. Boys were different than girls. More muscled, more rough. More complicated?

He shook his head to rummage his thoughts. He was drifting away slowly, getting more and more drunk and high on the beat of music. Wait, what music? His hazy brain registered the song coming from the other side of the cabin. He didn’t know they had neighbors. Nobody told him about the other cabins. Why didn’t anyone tell him? He wanted to party as well.

Jens stood up with the bottle in his hand. Maybe the other people wanted to party with him. This group was getting boring anyways. The couple was slowly kissing while slipping away towards the cabin and the other two were laying on the ground looking at the stars. High as a truck. Jens rolled his eyes.

He stumbled towards the music. Why was walking suddenly so difficult? Walking didn’t use to be so difficult, right? One, two, three. Come on, Jens! One, two, three, four. 

Dancing on the beat, Jens slowly stepped closer to the other cabins. He recognized the song. He heard the laughter of a boy, teasing the other two boys by the choice of their music. “Come on, this is what you call music?” “Well, I’m sorry, we don’t all have the same taste in underground bands like you do, Luc. Please spare us some popular music.”

The boy laughed loudly. His soft curls were bouncing off his head. Jens' heart stood still for a second. Then the cute boy looked up and saw Jens staring at them. 

“Guys, I think we have a visitor.”

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“So Jens-from-Belgium, what do you think of us so far? Were we very welcoming to a drunk stranger like you?” Kes asked while passing on his joint to Jayden. Lucas was looking at Jens, like he was a puzzle waiting to be solved. 

Jens laughed and looked down. An hour had a passed since he met these guys. He was feeling much better. Still a bit high, even though he was pretty sure the booze was already wearing off.  So why did he still feel this way? 

He felt Lucas’ eyes on him. Some deep soulful eyes. Beautiful eyes. He didn’t dare to look inside them. But he still wanted to. 

“Well, you all seem pretty awesome. Maybe we should all hang out tomorrow, get to know each other better?” The last part of the sentence was directed towards Lucas. The mysterious boy with the bouncy curls. 

He really liked this boy. He was different. Jens felt something stir inside him. He was nervous. He was feeling a bit queasy even. What if Lucas said no?

“Yeah sure. Tomorrow.” Jayden answered instead. “But tonight, I think I'm going to go off to bed.” Kes was nodding along. “Yeah same. Luc, are you coming?” 

Lucas was still looking at Jens with an intense stare. He shook his head, without saying anything. Kes didn’t seem surprised by his simple reaction and walked away. 

“So you’re not going with your friends?” Jens asked nervously. Lucas shook his head again and sat a bit closer to Jens.

 “Didn’t feel like it,” he muttered. “it's always the same thing with the guys. Drugs, booze, partying, girls. Sometimes I just want to sit, relax and enjoy the stars. Enjoy the music. Enjoy some good company.” His cheeks started to flush a little. 

Jens didn’t know how to answer this statement. He felt the exact same way. He wanted to talk, wanted to reveal his life. To this boy, to ease his pain. He wanted substance. But, instead of answering, he looked down. 

“You seem different,” Lucas remarked. “You’re not like the others. You’re not boring. You are you.” 

Jens looked up to the beautiful boy again. He was pleasantly surprised. Did Lucas just gave him a compliment? He seemed to be flirting with Jens, but he wasn’t sure. It was making him agitated and he didn’t know why.

“Well, I try. I don’t think I’m myself right now. I’m just...,” his voice faltered a little. His eyes felt teary. “Lost and lonely, I guess.”

“Lonely?” 

“Yeah...”

He waited for an answer, while looking down again. Maybe he went too far. He never opened up his soul like this before. Maybe the boy would think he was a weirdo. A loner. A loser. 

Then he heard a sound. Lucas seemed to be nudging even closer to Jens. He heard him sigh deeply. Like he knew. Jens felt an arm coming around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. He didn’t want to hug this total stranger. 

But he did.

So he let himself go and fell into the much needed hug. It was so nice and comforting. They fitted perfectly together like puzzle pieces. Lucas touched his hair. Brushing it away slowly. A warm breath on his neck. He felt his heart beating against Lucas’ chest. The sound was growing louder by the minute.

Thump, thump, thump. 

Jens’ mouth felt like a desert. His hands were clammy. The butterflies in his stomach were twirling at record speed. He felt a hand caressing his cheek, nudging him to look up. The Dutch boy smiled a little. His eyes were blue windows, filled with only softness.

“Aren’t we all?”

He pulled him closer, noses slightly touching each other.

A hitched breath.

A heartbeat.

And then there were only pink lips. 

Soft, sweet lips.

[i-stan-too-much]

Sope Fic Recs

Here are some of my favorite Sope (Yoonseok) fics, because I’ve read a LOT and I’d like to share some of them with you :-

[ these are in no particular order and there are also some others I’ve wanted to share but unfortunately, they’ve been deleted :( ]

* - omg, this is very good

**- wow, this is a work of art

***- this is so good to the point that I’ve reread it so many times and yet I still fall in love with it just like the first time

1. Darling!*** By margotty (orphan_account)

— Hoseok is an aspiring writer who keep notes about a certain boy with soft black hair, lashes that feather in the wind and a nose that twitches when he's pissed.

Hoseok wakes one day to find that boy, the one he'd so often referred to as "Darling" is in his kitchen, making pancakes in Hoseok's pajama clothes.

(Basically Yoongi is a figment of Hoseok's imagination and he's come to life.)

//

This fic is one of those fics that when you just read the first sentence, you know that it’s going to be a good one. The plot is especially well thought out, the idea behind this fic is really cool, from the way that Hoseok first deals with the fact that there’s this ‘stranger’ that’s come to life from his notes, to how he learns to welcome Yoongi pretty soon after and learns to love him in such a short period of time. I also really like this fic’s ‘soft aesthetic’ like when Yoongi and Hoseok ride on Hoseok’s bike all over town, and how Yoongi is described with a certain delicacy. The first time I read this fic was on a school night - or shall I say day, at 3:00 am and after I was done, I had to go and reread it.

2. i can be ur pretty boy (i’ll wear a skirt for u)** By ohh

sugarmin, from what Hoseok gathers, is a goddamn tease. His profile picture is the lower half of his face, dewy cheeks, button nose, and a dangly earring hanging from one of his ears visible, but what puts the icing on top of the cake is this: his pretty pink mouth, suckling delicately on a heart-shaped lollipop. i have a gun in my bag, his bio says. Angel or devil, Hoseok doesn’t know, but he craves.

And oh, how Hoseok craves.

or, a story of new neighbours, boba teas, hidden identities, and riding the penny board under the summer sun.

//

This fic has two stars because it incorporates smut with a nice plot. Again I love the ‘soft aesthetic’ vibes that Yoongi gives off. I also like how Yoongi shows a more feminine side, and how both characters aren’t subjected to toxic masculinity. The fic itself is great, Hoseok kind of has a crush on this instagram model, the model being Yoongi, and Yoongi ends up moving to be Hoseok’s next door neighbor, and the rest is history.

3. Canvas** By Daebon

The paintbrush is poised above skin, ready to continue its work, but Hoseok finds that he's suddenly in far too deep. Now, the man beneath him has become the artist, coloring Hoseok’s world in vivid shades of passion.

His trembling hand lets go, brush clattering to the floor, splattering paint.

“Yoongi, I want you,” he whispers, voice low.

The elder stares back at him with a peculiar expression. “I already agreed to let you paint me.”

“No,” Hoseok rasps out, shaking. “Yoongi, I want you.”

———

Haunted by strange dreams, Yoongi begins to question the blurry line between right and wrong. Hoseok has the perfect life, but yearns for a muse other than his provocative boyfriend. Unfortunately, these troubled men find each other before they find themselves.

//

This fic has the potential of getting three stars, but the reason I gave it two was for the ending (this fic contains angst.) Now that being said, this fic is on a whole other level of literary techniques, the writer could even be a bestselling author, with how well this is written. Even if you don’t like angst, I’d recommend you give this one a go, because of how well written it is.

4. Love Yourself*** By endearings

It begins when he’s ten.

“Yoongi-ah,” his brother says, eyes glinting meanly. “You look a little chubby these days. Maybe don’t eat the ice cream, yeah?”

Yoongi puts the spoon down; curls into himself, drawing his knees to his chest despite the countless times he’s been told to sit properly at the dining table. “It’s just--just one bite, hyung; It’s not a lot.”

“Suit yourself.”

//

This fic will make you cry!! I put this one on here because of the message. You can tell that Yoongi has been insecure, and his family didn’t really help him feel better about himself, but Hoseok did. And maybe I put this one on here because I can relate personally to it (my best friend has been dealing with insecurities and body image for a long time now) but I still think that you should read this. I feel like it will really open your eyes. Disclaimer 99.9999% you’ll cry when you read this, so I don’t advise to read it in a public place.

5. The Diner** By psychojimin

"He tried really hard not to stare when that new employee came out of the kitchen for a second time. He tried really hard not to sniff when he passed by. There was just something about the man that made something stir inside of Hoseok, that made a comforting warmth grow in the pit of his stomach. The coffee in his mug had seemed to be cooled down enough and he took a sip, but the still scorching drink almost felt refreshing against his heated tongue."

//

I kind of debated putting this one on here, because I know a lot of people aren’t really interested in a/b/o, or are uncomfortable with smut. If you are, then you can go ahead and skip this one, but I put this one down for the people that have been looking for good ‘Alpha Hoseok’ and ‘Omega Yoongi’ fics. Not to mention, the smut in this is really good, but there’s still a plot.

6. Under the Same Sky*** By Lastwhalien For Mia95 [on going]

"The sky he wakes up to is not his sky."

One night ends as another begins.

Yoongi and Hoseok are half a world a way, living very different lives and yet they are intertwined when they begin to share their senses, irreversibly connecting their worlds.

Hoseok is the son of Durumi, not just a criminal empire but the empire, it is the machine that turns the world, manipulating money, world leaders, crime, and the rise and fall of power. He's good at his job, he was born for it, raised for it, but a coup has given his father the perfect chance to remove Hoseok from power, trapped in his apartment he's restlessly waiting.

Yoongi has escaped his past carrying the guilt of his mistakes he has rebuilt his life near the sea where he works on recreating the world as best he can, His life is calm, removed from the chaos it once held, but it still follows; a name he can never have, a family he can never truly be a part of.

One day they start to share their worlds, to see, to hear, to touch, to smell, to taste, to be two souls, two bodies, bound.

//

This one is so good!! Yoongi and Hoseok start off as complete strangers who appear in each other’s dreams. Then they realize that they can communicate with each other, and read each other’s thoughts. This one isn’t complete yet, but it’s so interesting and I can’t wait for the next chap. The plot is very interesting and the writer knows how to thicken the plot without dragging it out too much. The suspense will eat you alive!! Whether you want to start this fic right away or wait until it’s completed is totally up to you though.

7. wake up (to the sound of your fleeting heart)*** By inkingbrushes

Yoongi walks into Hoseok's dreams and it's surprising, sure, but it's a surprise that Hoseok welcomes.

//

This one too, is one of those that makes you wonder, how do people come up with such things?! This one is one of the older ones, and yet I still remember the first time I read it and how in awe I was, that someone wrote this and that they were THAT GOOD. Ever since, this writer has been one of my favorites and go to for bts fics.

8. stay (a little longer)** By ineedmygirl

That part of Hoseok that shut down when Yoongi left, that huge gaping space left in his brain and in his chest - it shut down to protect him

It was the part of Hoseok that knew, deep down, all along, that he was in love with Yoongi. And it knew that if Hoseok realized it back then, the heartbreak would devastate him beyond repair.

And now, that part of Hoseok is awake again.

or, Hoseok's best friend disappeared two years ago without a trace. They run into each other again in a seedy hotel in the middle of nowhere, and somehow Hoseok convinces him to join him and his friends on a road trip.

//

This one is a more recent one, so if you’ve read the ones I’ve listed above there still might be a chance that you haven’t read this one. This one is perfect for when you just need a casual fix to read when you’re home alone on a weekend and you’re bored and just snuggled up in your bed all warm. When I read this one, it just made me go aww. And when I reread it, it also made me go aww.

9. we’ll be looking for sunlight* By inkingbrushes

Yoongi thinks Hoseok's got a smile that can rival the sun.

(Or: the one where they meet during a cold winter night and Yoongi has no idea the boy with the million-dollar smile can turn everything he touches into ice.)

//

This one is the Jack Frost au you didn’t know you needed. I love all things Disney and Dreamworks and this fic was no exception. After typing all of this out, I questioned whether this one should really be on here, but why not. Who doesn’t like Disney or Dreamworks am I right?

10. The Things Worth Going To War For*** By softlyblue

“Spice and silk and trade and cloth. These are the things one goes to war over, but in my heart of hearts, I know they are not worth it.”

- quoted from a letter penned by the Crown Prince to his lover, at the end of the Southern War

*

“It’s got ears,” says the man that’s choking him. Hoseok. “Look, look. It’s got - like a cat.”

“Let me-” Yoongi wheezes, phlegm in the back of his throat, stars in his eyes, “Let me-”

“So Jungyoo wasn’t lying.”

Hoseok pushes harder. Yoongi realises faintly that he isn’t even touching the ground; Hoseok is holding him against the wall, Yoongi’s feet dangling uselessly a foot from the floor. “Why are you here?”

“He’s got the house markings,” Seokjin stretches over Hoseok’s shoulder and presses a thumb to the centre of Yoongi’s forehead, smearing the makeup there. The warpaint. “Maybe-”

“But why’s he got ears?”

Yoongi claws ever-more desperately. (Oh, if Jeongguk could see him now - he’d be a disgrace.)

“Hoseok-ah, I think you’re choking it.”

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This one is also really good. I really like the relationship between Yoongi and Hoseok. Both start off hating each other at first, but slowly turn to acquaintances, then to friends, and finally to lovers. I remember this fic used to get updated every Sunday, and I would look forward to the end of the week just for this one. Disclaimer though, there are A LOT of ocs (original characters) so if you get confused a lot or are a little slow, you may want to at least skim through the previous chapters for names to have an idea of what’s going on (trust me this is from experience, I had to reread the entire thing)

11. Ripped At Every Edge, But We’re A Masterpiece** By superrunnaturall

Min Yoongi and his muse, Jung Hoseok.

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I really like this fic, because you can really see the contrast between Yoongi and Hoseok’s background and where they came from. This one is also pretty old, but there might be a chance that you haven’t read it yet. The fact that Yoongi is a painter is a really good bonus might I add.

12. the prince’s vivisected* By cherryfluffyfuzzysocks [ongoing]

while the rest of the household worries over namjoon's strange behavior following prince jungkook's birthday, yoongi sets his mind on a different task.

he wants hoseok back in the house, whatever that takes. five years of enslavement together was horrific, but one month apart is unbearable. as yoongi prepares to work himself dead, the past continues to haunt the present.

**second work within a continuous series

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This fic isn’t even my favorite of the series, but I added it because I think that this entire series is SO COOL. The idea of a kind of dystopian universe, where all humans are controlled by aliens has been overdone, but not when Jungkook’s the alien, that’s controlling everyone. I think that kind of adds a special touch especially when you see that even though the rest of bangtan are slaves to Jungkook (minus Hoseok) each one of them is kind of struggling with something different, and this series is covering exactly that. Each member (or two) will cover a fic and even though not all the fics will be sope I think that this one is still a must. Disclaimer, Jungkook is a huge asshole, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

[violetsophist]

On the Run (South Park Fanfiction: Creek)

    A foul stench filled my nostrils as I walked by my roommate's room. What was that smell? This was bothering me, but I didn't want to intrude. Sure this was my apartment, but that was his room. Plus I didn't want to mess with him, he's not the person you would want to mess with. You see, he tends to be a bit antisocial. He gives off this pessimistic and pissed off vibe when he's around people. Of course he doesn't blatantly tell you, he just stares. He stares with those icy blue, piercing, cold and thinned eyes.     Golly those eyes made me tick, especially when he stared at me with them. My hair stands on end when he eyes me. And yet, he never spoke a word. It made my whole body prick and shake with anxiety. Was I doing something wrong? Did he need something? What? Goddammit what? I barely get a wink of sleep just thinking about him. He's so complex, from the way he walks to the way he talks. I don't know why I felt this way around my roommate, we've been friends since 4th grade, or so I thought. "Hey C-Craig," I knocked on his door as I called. "Yeah?" His nasal voice answered. "Did I get your laundry yet?" I asked, pinching my nose. "No," he replied. "Can I get it now?" "It's open."     I opened the door with slight hesitation and peeked into his room. It was dimly lit as before and smelt of sweaty laundry. This was why I owned the apartment, I actually picked up after myself and Craig. Craig was sitting on the floor, staring at his 10 inch screen, playing MW3. His eyes were focused on that intense scene in the game that he tries to get past. "Lovely day outside," I mentioned as I scrambled for all his dirty laundry. "Hmm," he grunted. "How about we go to the park and get some fro-yo?" I suggested hopefully. "Why not?" He mumbled and set down his controller. "Really?! That's great," I quaked with excitement, causing the dirty laundry to fall from my arms. "Don't get too excited, it's not a date or anything," he remarked with a sly grin as he assisted me with picking up his laundry.    Oh god! Does he think I love him? I certainly hope I haven't done anything to show such thing. I frantically reached for laundry and felt his cold, pale hand touch mine. "Gah!" I instantly fell over, feeling my cheeks get warm. "Wow Tweek chill," he laughed, "how about you get ready and I'll take my own laundry?"   Without a word I staggered out with embarrassment, my cheeks flushed red. Did that really just happen? No. I dashed to my room in a panicky manner and slammed my door shut. I quickly took off my jeans and started to unbutton my green flannel. Searching for a pair of socks, my mind raced with erotic thoughts. What to wear? There were so many things I could potentially wear, but I couldn't decide on one.  Suddenly, I saw something pink, and scraggly looking. It had words written repeatedly on it, in white font. I read the words "hotline bling". Since when did I have this? I held it up to my bare chest in the mirror, not too bad. "Hey Tweek- dude what the Hell is that?" He pointed at the pink sweater. "Uh I don't know," I exclaimed, flinging it onto the floor. "Do you need help deciding what to wear?" He asked with  a snicker. "Yes," I sighed in defeat. "Here we go," he pulled out a green tshirt with the white Starbucks logo. "Seriously?" I groaned. "Heck yeah, you look the best in green," he  held the shirt up to my chest. "Gah! No I don't, I mean thanks," I stuttered in awe of his compliment.      He looked through my clothes as I put the shirt on. Slightly embarrassed, my cheeks grew red again. Craig actually complimented me! This was shocking because Craig never uttered a single compliment to anyone, but of all people, he complimented me? Something was different today, Craig was in a good mood. Not that he was always in a bad mood, but something was different here and it was very peculiar. I stared at him, zoning out in those black locks of his, I bet they were soft. "Well are you going to stand and stare at me, or are we getting fro-yo?"He teased me. "What? Yeah!" "I'll pay."    I swung the door open and got a whiff of the fresh autumn breeze. I shivered at the frigid draft, but moved on. Craig's warm breath hit the back of my neck as we walked to the park. The tall teen was wearing his usual blue and yellow hat, and a blue hoodie. He then compelled himself to walk beside me, matching my pace. His pale white hand brushed past my trembling hand ever so slightly, it tickled. We reached the fro-yo stand and he bought me my favorite kind. How'd he know that? Maybe the quiet teen was observing every small detail in his life as it passed by. "Th-thanks Craig," my teeth chattered as I was battered with a blast of frosty wind. "No problem Tweekster," he sat down on a bench next to me.     I ate the frozen treat hastily, giving my head a brain freeze. "Gah!" I blurted out and twitched in pain. "Gah indeed," he squinted at me with amused eyes.     Rolling my eyes, I shivered and continued to consume the treat. This was a pretty shitty idea, Tweek. Where is the logic in eating a frozen treat in the middle of autumn? In fact, I was so desperate to get his attention that I blurted out an idea.  God I hated this, I was miserable and cold. Why couldn't I have kept my mouth shut? Craig probably thinks I'm an idiot for bringing us out here! There goes our future together, right down the drain. "You alright there,Tweek?" He blinked with concern. "It's a bit c-cold, ah!" I yelped. "Want my hoodie?" He offered.   "No that's okay-AH CRAIG WHAT ARE YOU- "Hold still Tweekster," he pulled the jacket over my head, forcing it on me while sitting on my lap.    I continued to scream but my screams were muffled. People walked by and stopped, I hoped it wasn't someone we knew. "Craig what are you doing to Tweek?" A familiar voice cackled. "I was just assisting our friend by putting his hoodie on," Craig sneered.    Craig's weight left my lap and my head was finally through the hoodie so I could breathe again. Oh God! It was the worst of them all, feared by everyone in South Park, Eric Cartman. "Well why don't you just get a room or something. We all know that wasn't what you were doing," Eric remarked with a wicked grin.     Instead of giving a savage response, Craig simply flicked Eric off with his default, emotionless face. Now I knew Craig was pissed off for sure. Usually Craig ignores someone, but when you really piss him off: you get the finger. "Ooh the finger? I wouldn't stick up the finger you put in Tweek's asshole in public if I were you," Eric snickered. "Gah what?!" I exclaimed. "You best leave, before I smack that stupid grin off your fat face," Craig spat in a threatening tone.         Uh-oh, Eric has really done it. He's pushed Craig to the next level of fury, threats. Please leave Eric, please. "Oh really? Let me tell you something Craig," Eric growled menacingly and snatched Craig by his collar, " I don't listen to homosexuals, especially you." "Eat my shorts," Craig stared Eric dead in the eye with such an obscure hatred. "That's exactly what I would expect from your kind," Eric scorned with an evil smile.     Eric held his fist up, ready to hit Craig. My heart thumped rapidly, I was wondering whether I should call for help or not. Craig didn't seem the least bit scared, he appeared as if he was ready to take the blow. Before Eric's fist met Craig's face, I immediately stood up and accidentally knocked my fro-yo on the ground. "Stop it right now Eric," I shouted with nervousness.    He pushed Craig back onto the bench and then strolled over to me with his towering structured and muscled body. I felt my fists ball up and my whole body quake with fear as he stared down at me . "What was that fag? I couldn't hear you over your profound gayness," he laughed and shoved me on the ground. "Scared? What are you going to do about it?" He chuckled and put his foot on my throat, "ready to go to Hell?"        I gulped with regret as I thought I may die a Virgin and an anxious teen. Eric pressed down on my throat and I squirmed to get up, but it only made the pain worse. Warm tears leaked onto my cheeks as I started to suffocate. This was it, this was the end. "Hey fatass! You forget about me," Craig yelled and leapt onto Eric's back, pulling him off of me.      The two fell backwards, I gasped for air as they wrestled on the concrete. My lungs throbbed as I took in huge gasps of air. Blurry figures made their way over to split up the fight. Inaudible shouts were made from the oncoming crowd as the two were spilt up. Someone came and dragged me up, swinging my arms onto their shoulders for support. I regained my vision and started to see a mass of people, Token was there, and Clyde was supporting me. I couldn't see Eric or Craig, there were too many people blocking the way. "Everything is alright Tweek," Clyde soothed and clung onto my side. "T-t-tweek what happened?" Jimmy stood in front of me and Clyde. "Gah! Where's Craig?" I ignored his question.    The crowds started  clearing away as Stan, Kyle, Butters, and Kenny dragged Eric away from Craig. Craig was held back by Token and Jason. Craig broke free and wiped his bloody nose on his collar. Eric's left eye was black and puffy, it swelled greatly. He also had a bloody nose and a couple of scrapes. Craig's nose bled profusely, clots and scarlet drops leaked out of it. My stomach lurched and I stood on end, feeling slightly dizzy. I swayed a bit, only to be steadied by Clyde who clutched my side. "You're okay Tweek," he assured me. "Hey why don't you guys just leave this poor lid alone?" Clyde yelled at Eric's gang. "It's not our fault," Butters called out as the others cursed and left. "Bullshit," Clyde spat.      Butters didn't reply, he just simply followed his companions out of the park. Token and Jason walked Craig over to the bench where we sat. Craig's nose had dried blood on it and his face had a couple of bruises. Why did he get himself into these messes? I wanted to fling my arms around and grasp him in my tight embrace, but I didn't. "What caused it this time?" Token inquired. "He called us gay again and then threatened Tweek," Craig answered in a bitter tone. "Who won?"Clyde blurted out, only to be silenced by a glare from Token. "Eric came out on top, so he technically won," Jason answered Clyde's question. "Damn Craig, again," Clyde complained. "Shut up Clyde," Token hissed. "We're going home,"Craig announced with an aggravated tone. "You're welcome," Clyde remarked sarcastically. "YOU BEST WATCH YOUR MOUTH ASSHOLE!" Craig veered around to swing a heavy fist down on Clyde.    A loud crack split the eerie silence, all of us stared in horror at Craig, who stood over the unconscious Clyde. Token and Jason went after Craig, who grabbed my hand and yelled "RUN!" What just happened? We were running from our friends and possibly from the police. I feared that Token, who was an athlete, would catch us. I didn't dare to look back, all I could focus on was Craig, clutching my sweaty hand. Please let us reach home! Token was still on us, Jason had fell behind, he wasn't the type to run. We then made a sharp turn onto Ebony Lane, I frantically glanced around as we kept running. This wasn't our road, what were we doing? I panted and grew faint, my run turned into a walk. Craig kept pulling me, causing me to fall into him.       Craig quickly recovered and picked me up, swinging me onto his back. "GAH CRAIG WHA- "You're mine Craig," Token yelled, getting closer. "In your dreams," Craig turned and halted, sticking up his middle finger. "Ha! Typical Craig," Token chuckled.     Craig forced my hands into balled fists and whispered for us to fight together. Fighting Token, our own friend, I don't know if I could do this. Token stuck up for us and protected us from bullies such as Eric. Now we were about to fight him! "Tweek you don't have to side with him," Token said with concern, "join m-    Craig slammed his fists against Token's chest, knocking the air out of him. Token gasped and fell back with agony. This was our cue to take off back to our house. I wondered if this meant we were fugitives.