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Satoru Gojo Called For Help

Call #14 - Boy opens up ☼

Hello—Teen Confessions Helpline. You’re speaking with—

Really, Y/N?

Oh god. It’s you again.

Rude. I expected at least a 'Hey Satoru, how’s your crippling anxiety today?'

Sorry, I thought it was another weepy teenager, not my certified attention-seeking demon.

As if any of your other ‘weepy teenagers’ call as religiously as I do.

True. My boss is starting to think we’re dating. Which is hilarious.

Tell him I’m out of your league. That’ll shut it down.

Tell yourself that. Anyway. What’s the crisis tonight, Mr. Fanceh?

I finished Twilight.

…Wait. You finished all of it?

Front to back. No skimming. I even read Midnight Sun, Y/N. I suffered for Edward’s perspective.

OH MY GOD—YES! So?!

I have nothing left to live for. It's over. The sparkles are gone.

Don’t say that! Like Stephenie Meyer says, ‘When life offers you a dream far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.’

Okay, you quoting that with full sincerity is gonna make me cry harder than Bella in New Moon.

You’re gonna be okay. You just need to reread everything, binge the movies, spiral about the CGI baby like the rest of us. Twilight isn’t a phase—it’s an emotional support lifestyle.

…You know what, Y/N? Thanks.

For what?

All of it. For making me read something ridiculous. For listening. You helped more than you know.

…Oh. Uh. No problem.

Yeah.

Mhm.

Yeah.

Okay, this is getting too serious. We need to derail it with a fart joke or something.

Nah, it’s fine. I’ve actually... not been super suicidal lately. Been reading more. Writing, too. It’s been a distraction.

That’s really good, Satoru. Seriously. But... what triggered it in the first place? If you don’t mind.

Oh, we’re back to the therapy voice now?

Shut up. I'm asking because I care, doofus.

Moron.

Mr. Fanceh.

…Okay, okay. I’ll talk. You win. It started because... I used to be strong. Like, the guy. The one everyone looked to. I was the best, the brightest. And then... he died.

…Who?

My best friend.

Oh my god.

Yeah...

Jesus

Actually, it’s just me. But people say the resemblance is uncanny.

I was trying to be sympathetic!

Don’t be. I’ve had enough pity to drown in. And I get it, I’m still the strongest, still that guy. But what’s the point of being ‘the strongest’ if I couldn’t protect the one person who mattered?

Satoru…

I quit. Tried, at least. They dragged me back in. Said they needed me. Like I’m a weapon, not a person. And then everything just... went grey. Nothing mattered. That’s when I found the number. That’s when I found you.

...And then magic happened.

Yeah. You listened. You didn’t try to fix me, or lecture me, or tell me I was wrong. You read me Twilight and yelled at me for not appreciating werewolves. That’s what helped. You... helped.

…I’ll always be here to listen.

Forever?

Forever.

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HOSEOK AND JUNGKOOK PERFORMING I WONDER TOGETHER

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gravity's got me a boyfriend | oneshot

pairing: planet earth x planet jupiter

summary: kepler struts in, bragging about how much better she is than earth. but before earth can respond, a deep, rumbling voice cuts through space— "she doesn’t need to."

wc: 908

kepler, the self-proclaimed "hot new planet on the block," waltzes into the solar system like she owns the place, flicking her thicc atmosphere in a dramatic, slow-motion hair flip that would make even a supernova jealous.

she parks herself near earth, tilting at just the right angle for maximum intimidation. with a smirk that practically screams "i'm the main character," she leans in.

"hey, aren’t you jealous of me?"

earth, mid-orbit, pauses her casual 67,000 mph stroll around the sun. she blinks, then glances around, as if kepler might be talking to someone else.

"uh. why?"

kepler leans in, practically vibrating with smug energy, ready to drop her superior planet™ flexes all over poor, unsuspecting earth. she clears her throat, adjusting her orbit for maximum dramatic effect.

"i have more water."

earth, completely unbothered, cups a hand and takes an exaggerated sip from her own oceans, as if she’s taste-testing a fine vintage. "k."

kepler falters for exactly 0.2 seconds before regaining her confidence.

"i’m literally called a super-earth."

earth stretches her tectonic plates, letting out a massive, drawn-out yawn that could probably trigger a small earthquake somewhere. "cool name, i guess."

kepler blinks. okay, maybe that one didn’t land as hard as she wanted. time for the big guns.

she tosses her thicc atmosphere over her shoulder like a cosmic fur coat and straightens up.

"i have a thicker atmosphere! i fight asteroids myself!"

earth pauses. tilts slightly. squints as if she’s trying to process the audacity.

"you fight them yourself? like… with your own gravity? no help?

kepler beams, flipping her invisible space hair with the kind of satisfaction only a planet with peak main-character energy can possess.

"wait… you can’t?"

she smirks. oh yeah. she’s winning this.

before earth can even open her mouth to respond, the very fabric of space-time seems to vibrate with an impossibly deep, rumbling voice. it’s the kind of voice that demands attention the kind that shakes moons and makes comets reconsider their life choices.

"she doesn’t need to."

the temperature in the solar system somehow rises a few degrees as jupiter, the absolute unit of a planet makes his entrance.

he’s not just the biggest planet in the solar system. oh no. he is the biggest, the baddest, and quite possibly the most extra celestial body to ever exist. and he knows it.

jupiter saunters in (as much as a gas giant can saunter), effortlessly blocking out the light like a massive, planetary bodyguard. his 318 times-earth’s-mass physique is on full cosmic display, swirling with stormy flexes of red and orange.

and just to really make a point, he reaches out, because why not? grabs a random asteroid that was just minding its own business, and flings it into the abyss like it’s nothing.

"i handle that."

the way he says it? casual. effortless. like stopping deadly space debris from obliterating his beloved is just another sunday for him. which it is.

jupiter drifts in closer, his sheer girth casually eclipsing earth from kepler’s view like a 6’7 guy who just sat directly in front of you at the movies and refuses to slouch.

kepler leans to the left. still blocked. leans to the right. nope. she glares. 

jupiter, completely unbothered, crosses his arms (or, you know, swirls his storm clouds extra dramatically) and states, matter-of-factly:

"i vacuum up threats for her. keep the riff-raff away. take hits so she doesn’t have to."

earth, chilling as usual, shrugs. "yeah, he’s kinda like my… bodyguard-slash-boyfriend."

jupiter smirks, tilting just slightly, as if his gravitational pull just got cockier.

"mostly boyfriend."

kepler, who just moments ago was roasting earth like a marshmallow over a solar flare, suddenly feels… cold. and not in the cool, mysterious "ooo i’m a distant exoplanet" way. no, this is different. this is the icy realization that she seriously underestimated the situation.

her cosmic confidence wobbles. her atmosphere deflates slightly. she looks between earth and jupiter, blinking rapidly

kepler, refusing to go down without a fight, straightens up, puffs out her thick atmosphere, and shifts tactics. if she can’t outshine earth, maybe she can steal her overprotective hunk of a gas giant instead.

she tilts ever so slightly toward jupiter, dropping her voice into what she assumes is an alluring planetary purr.

"you know… i could use a strong planet like you in my orbit."

jupiter doesn’t react. doesn’t even flinch. he’s still too busy looking at earth like she personally hung the stars.

kepler presses on, undeterred.

"i mean, think about it. i’ve got more water, a beefier atmosphere, and no annoying little moon constantly side-eyeing me." (moon, from way over there: "excuse me?!")

jupiter, silent.

kepler leans in closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"i’d let you be my planetary bodyguard."

jupiter finally shifts—but not toward kepler. instead, he drifts even closer to earth, his massive gravity pulling her in just the tiniest bit. his great red spot swirls with mild amusement.

"yeah, i’m good."

earth, barely holding back laughter, nudges jupiter. "you’re popular today."

jupiter shrugs, but there’s an unmistakable smirk in his storm clouds. 

kepler stares. she can practically feel her atmosphere shriveling in secondhand embarrassment. huffing, she throws her thick clouds over her shoulder and dramatically flings herself back into deep space, grumbling:

"this is so unfair."

jupiter hovers protectively near earth, his presence a literal force of nature.

"don’t let those exoplanets get to you. you’re perfect."

earth, blushing slightly, leans into his gravity.

"you’re the best."

jupiter shrugs, smirking. "obviously."

the two drift together, comfortably locked in their cosmic dance.

somewhere in the distance, kepler groans.

"ugh. get a solar system."

the end. 

inspired by this reel: https://www.instagram.com/p/DHifw9tPIbL/

(the quirky ahh writing style is obviously satire in case u didnt catch on 🤓)

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(2/∞) favorite yoongi smiles

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SWAN SONG ( TEASER )

STARRING ... DANCE TEACHER!M. YOONGI X BALLERINA!READER

WORD COUNT ... 0.7K

SUMMARY ... noun. swansong: the final performance or activity of a person's career.

yoongi believes that a dance teacher has three purposes.

1) to preserve and innovate the art of dance.

2) to build discipline and confidence.

3) to ensure nothing but perfection.

the third purpose takes priority over the top two. the beauty of dance is lost entirely if performed by an ugly duckling with two left feet and no sense of rhythm. being a dancer was sacred, and mistakes were blasphemy.

failure is unacceptable. a dancer who stumbles is a disgrace. a dancer who hesitates is an insult. a dancer who fails to meet the standard is not a dancer at all. there is no room for weakness, no patience for imperfection.

perfection is not a goal; it is a requirement. those who cannot achieve it must leave. those who refuse to push themselves must be pushed out. a dancer must be weightless, effortless, untouchable. anything less is embarrassing.

yoongi does not tolerate embarrassment.

yoongi’s own professional career had come to an end after he married his then-dance partner. a publicity stunt. he told the public it was love. in reality, he knocked her up.

marriage ruined him. not because he cared for her, but because it made him weak. a dancer with responsibilities is a dancer with distractions. a dancer with distractions is useless. his technique wavered. his endurance declined. he could still move, still command a stage, but not the way he once did. not the way he demanded of himself.

so he quit. before the critics could say what he already knew. before his name became synonymous with failure. he stepped off the stage, off the floor, and into a new role. teaching. training. breaking others down before they could break themselves.

perfection had slipped through his fingers. he would make sure it never slipped through anyone else’s.

yoongi thinks maybe that's why he's so fascinated with you.

the deer in headlights type, never congregating with the rest of the class. always hiding off in a corner, practicing your technique, watching yoongi teach with wide eyes and parted lips.

you weren't what yoongi envisioned when he thought of a dancer, but yet he still finds a bit of himself reflected within you.

yoongi doesn’t like contradictions, but you are one. unpolished, hesitant, yet relentless in your pursuit of something just out of reach. he sees it in the way you move—tight shoulders, shaky landings, the kind of stiffness that comes from fear rather than lack of ability.

but he also sees the way you watch. the way you dissect every movement, every correction, as if memorizing them will make up for what your body refuses to do.

it reminds him of himself. not the him that graced stages with effortless control, but the him that came before. the one who pushed through bleeding feet and bruised ribs because stopping was never an option. the one who wanted, desperately, to be more.

and maybe that’s why he hasn’t told you to leave.

because every time he looks at you, he wonders if you’ll prove him wrong.

yoongi doesn’t hand out second chances. he doesn’t waste time on lost causes. but with you, he hesitates.

you’re not the best in the class. you’re not even close. your turns lack precision, your extensions lack confidence, and your footwork is just a little too slow. but you don’t quit. you stay late, repeating the same movements long after the others have left. you take his critiques without flinching, without excuses, nodding like each correction is a gift rather than a condemnation.

it’s infuriating.

because you should have broken by now. you should have crumbled under the weight of his expectations like so many before you. but you don’t.

and worse—yoongi keeps watching.

he watches the way your fingers twitch at your sides, the way your lips press together when you concentrate, the way your chest rises and falls after a particularly grueling sequence. he watches, and against his better judgment, against everything he’s ever believed, he starts to wonder—

maybe perfection isn’t the only thing that matters.

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Fourth Wing

Xaden

No One Left Behind

Can’t Sleep

The Perfect Day (SMUT)

Angry Tears

Midnight Picnic

You Scared Me

Warm Me Up (SMUT)

Night Flight

Shit Talking

Hot and Cold (SMUT)

Jealous Boy

All Night (SMUT)

Are You Stalking Me?

Injured

Good Morning

Bigger is Better (SMUT)

Drag You Back (SMUT)

Unexpected

Relationship hc

Just Tired

Not an Experiment

Dating Xaden and Liam hc

Parapet | part 2 (SMUT)

Rule Breaker

Unlikely

On The Mat (SMUT)

Squeeze My Hand

My Greatest Fear

Liam

Star Gazing

More Than This

Sun Rise

Dating Xaden and Liam hc

Always Injured

Prince Charming

Bodhi

Interruptions

Ridoc

Dating headcanon

Imogen

Dating headcanon

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Reflection of You (Series Masterlist)

Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.  

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Interim I

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Interim II

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

EPILOGUE

~

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∞ Alien

Synopsis: You were hired by a new lab under the city, it was a confidential and remote workplace. You expected anything but an humanoid Alien trapped in the lab, one who always snarls when you do as much as getting away.

M. Yoongi x f. reader

Genre: Alien au | yander-ish.

Tags: Clingy Yoongi, Alien Yoongi, secret lab, monster love, captivity, yandere Yoongi, Yoongi is pretty soft but dangerous.

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From the series; otherworldly.

Navigation Masterlist.

Your heels made a clicking sound on the floor, the hallway was empty and immerse in deep silence and stillness, you can hear a pin drop. The lights were flickering above you, turning the place into a horror movie scene.

You gulped hard ignoring your train of thoughts, it wasn't the moment to be afraid of a creepy hallway, not when you're about to meet a hidden and otherworldly creature under the grounds of the city. This lab was confidential, you saw the job offer in an odd website.

If you were honest, it was a bit weird and shady the fact that you were hired immediately after applying for the job. But you didn't beat around the bush and instead you have prepared yourself for your first day in your job. After all you needed the money, you were unemployed for a couple of weeks and you have to pay your bills and rent. So it doesn’t matter if they’re literally hiding a monster under here, as long as they pay you, you won’t bat an eye.

You entered the door that says: For employees only.

A professional smile curled on your lips but faltered when you were greeted by a dark and empty lab.

“Good morning.”

You startled with a scream, turning around to see an old man watching you with disinterest.

“Oh sorry, good mor-“

“Follow me,” he interrupted you, not looking at you before turning around walking away. You blinked surprised at his rudeness, but following him nonetheless.

He stopped in front of what seemed like a large display glass box that has someone inside. You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes watching a stranger curled up in the corner of the glass box, you were about to ask who was him but you stopped when you realized with horror that the old man leaved you there alone.

You took a deep breath, watching your surrounds before walking closer to the glass box, noticing the curled man hiding his face between his knees. You tap the glass with your knuckles to get his attention, but he didn’t even flinch.

You turned your head around looking for the old man, you didn’t know why the fuck you were there and what are you supposed to do. When you turned to the strange man again, you screamed at the top of your lungs, taking hurried steps back at the sight before you. There was a creature man-alike, with pitch black orbs fixated on you and two large horns coming out from his head. He has claws for nails, pressing them against the glass. He watched you with his head tilted to the side, almost with curiosity.

Your fear dissipates at the realization that he can’t harm you. He was just a creature trapped here with you, maybe against his will. You felt a pang of pity at the thought.

“Hi, I’m y/n… do you have a name?” You asked softly, walking closer to him again.

He blinked his pitch-black orbs, frowning at your words. He only shook his head at you, with a hint of sadness in his expression.

“That’s okay, I’ll call you… Yoongi! Do you like it?”

The creature smiled with big fangs, nodding his head like a child. From that moment you had a soft spot for him, Yoongi, the poor and sweet creature trapped under the city.

Yoongi and you became inseparable, he always looked so happy every time you visit him, trying so hard to communicate with you even when he barely speaks your language. The problem was, that he grew clingy to you. Your co-workers said that he acted with violence every time you don’t come to see him, so it was becoming an issue, because before you got the job he was well behaved. That’s why your boss chose to fire you, for the good of the creature and your safety. A clingy alien can be a danger, according to his words.

Your lips curled down with sadness, you will miss Yoongi so bad, but as your ex-boss said it was for the better. You didn’t feel comfortable with the fact that Yoongi developed a codependency towards you.

But you needed to say goodbye to him, even if you’re going against your superiors’ orders.

“Yoongi!” You greet him in a whisper shout, making him turn around quickly with wide eyes and smile.

He glued himself to the glass, trying to be closer to you, making your heart tighten with pity and guilt.

“I came here to say goodbye, pretty boy,” you whispered softly, placing your palm against the glass.

Yoongi’s smile fell at your words, his brows knitted with confusion and anger. He shook his head violently, snarling at you.

You blinked with surprised, taking some steps back at his aggressive reaction.

And then he broke the glass down, making the alarms blaze thunderously and the place turn red.

The shattered pieces of glasses hurt your skin, and the screams of people dying by Yoongi’s hands combined with the alarms made your ears ring.

Everything was spinning around you, until there was a deep hush.

You flinched with fear when you were carried in bridal style by Yoongi, you blinked wrapping your arms around his neck, afraid of falling into the shattered glass and hurting again.

You felt Yoongi purring at your action, tightening his grip on your body and carrying you away from the lab.

The last thing you watched before passing out were two dark orbs pierced at you, and two large horns shining at the sky light.

And then you were going Up, up and up.

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When life gives you melon... | Jungkook x Reader | Prologue

Summary: A young resident doctor, worn thin by long nights and lingering family strains, braces herself for another routine emergency. But when an unexpected face from her past emerges in the hospital’s frenetic halls, she must decide whether to hold on to old wounds or open herself to something new.

It’s been three straight nights without proper sleep, and I’m beginning to forget what it feels like to be fully awake. My world has narrowed to the hospital’s fluorescent glare and the antiseptic scent clinging to everything I own.

I’m holed up in the resident on-call room, an old medical text balanced on my knees, a stale sandwich lying half-eaten beside me.

The hum of the overhead lights sets my teeth on edge, and when I close my eyes, all I see are afterimages of patient charts and test results.

My phone vibrates again. I glance at it and see “Mom” flashing on the screen—Mrs. Kim, to be exact. Seokjin’s mother, not mine.

She’s probably calling about some family matter, wanting to check in or ask why I haven’t visited. I’m too tired to consider giving her an answer.

These days, all I can manage is surviving my shifts and making sure I don’t collapse in the middle of a hallway.

I let the call ring out, then fade into silence.

I adjust my posture, rubbing the stiffness from the back of my neck, thinking maybe I can steal five minutes of rest—just five minutes.

But, of course, fate has other plans.

My pager goes off, shrill and urgent.

The intercom follows instantly: “Dr. Han, you’re needed in the emergency room. Please report downstairs immediately.”

Great. So much for five minutes.

I toss the sandwich in the trash, grab my stethoscope, and push off the bed.

My body protests with every step, knees threatening to buckle from exhaustion, but I shove that feeling down.

The patient waiting below is my priority now. I leave my phone behind, the missed call from “Mom” still glowing on its screen, unanswered.

Downstairs, the ER is chaos incarnate. Fluorescent lights glare off polished floors as nurses and doctors move in a frantic dance around a single incoming stretcher.

I hear the roar of the ambulance fading outside, the paramedics already rushing the patient inside, shouting vitals and conditions.

The air is thick with urgency, the sharp tang of disinfectant barely masking the coppery scent of blood.

I hurry toward the center of the storm. He’s young—oxygen mask strapped tight to his face, chest exposed, angry bruises already forming beneath the bright lights.

Machines beep and flash like anxious witnesses, and I focus on the rapid-fire medical shorthand swirling through the room.

I lean in to check his eyes, to get a better look at his face—and my heart stutters.

I know that jawline, the shape of those eyes, that scar at the brow.

It's like I’m back in high school again, I never imagined a reunion like this. My pulse thunders in my ears, and for a moment I’m frozen.

He’s older now, rougher around the edges, but it’s him. I’m sure of it.

A nurse jostles my shoulder and time speeds back up.

I inhale sharply, forcing my professional mask back into place. Focus, Jaehee. Don’t lose yourself now.

I turn to the paramedic, voice strained but steady: “What’s his name?”

The paramedic, sweat beading at the hairline, answers without looking up: “Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

The name hits me like a punch to the chest. Jungkook.

It’s him.

And now, he’s here—on my table, in my ER, fighting for his life.

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Staying Awake with You

-> Pairing: Song Mingi x Y/n

-> Summary: On a sleepless night, Y/n finds herself sharing a quiet, intimate moment with Mingi, who shows up unannounced and in need of comfort. Y/n reminds Mingi that he won’t ever be a burden and that she’ll always be there for him—no matter the hour.

-> Word count: 1251

The soft hum of the overhead fan filled the quiet living room. The warm glow of fairy lights draped across the wall above the television gave the space a cozy vibe. Y/n sat cross-legged on the sofa with a steaming cup of tea cradled in her hands. She had always loved this time of the night—when the world seemed to calm down, the chaos of the day being left behind.

But tonight wasn’t like most nights. Tonight, Mingi was here.

He was sat on the floor in front of her, leaning against the sofa with a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders like a cape. He somehow managed to make himself appear much smaller than he was as he huddled closer to the blanket’s warmth. The glow from the lights cast soft shadows across his face, highlighting the pout of his lips and the tiredness in his eyes.

“Y/n/n,” he murmured, tilting his head so he’d be able to look at her. “You should go to bed. It’s late.”

She chuckled softly, taking a sip of her tea. “You’re one to talk. Aren’t you the one who came over unannounced at midnight saying you couldn’t sleep?”

Mingi’s lips twitched into a sheepish smile. “Okay, that’s fair. But you shouldn’t have to stay up and lose sleep just because I’m restless.”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, before placing her mug on the coffee table. “I want to stay up with you.”

His eyes widened slightly, and a soft blush could be seen creeping up his cheeks. “You don’t have to, you know? I’ll feel bad if you don’t get enough sleep and end up being tired tomorrow.”

Y/n reached down, gently tugging on the edge of his blanket. “Mingi, I’m doing this because I want to. Besides, it’s not every day I get to hang out with you like this. You’re always busy being an idol.”

The slight teasing tone in Y/n’s voice seemed to make him relax, and he gave her a lopsided grin before turning back to the television, where a random nature documentary was playing. The narrator’s voice filled the room as footage of small penguins waddling across an icy landscape appeared on the screen. Mingi pointed at a particularly clumsy baby penguin while laughing softly.

“Look at that one,” he said, voice warm and amused. “That’s me whenever our dance practices run late.”

Y/n burst out laughing, the sound echoing around the room. “You’re not that bad! If anything, you’re more like the penguin up front, the one leading the group.”

He looked up at her, his eyes sparkling with playful disbelief. “Do you mean to say I’m a natural-born leader?”

“Obviously,” she teased him again, nudging his shoulder with her foot. “The penguin king of the K-pop world.”

Mingi threw his head back, laughing in that unrestrained way that never failed to make her heart feel like it was wrapped in the warmest of hugs. His laugh was definitely one of her favourite things about him—it was loud, and it was contagious, and so uniquely Mingi.

As his laughter faded, Mingi leaned his head back against the couch, gazing up at her sweetly. His expression softened, the playfulness giving way to something quieter. “Thanks for putting up with me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n frowned, leaning forward so she’d be able to meet his gaze more directly. “What are you on about?”

“Just…” He shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. “I’m aware, you know? That I can be a lot sometimes. Showing up at the weirdest hours, rambling about something random most of the time, always taking up your time when you probably have better things to do…” He trailed off, looking embarrassed.

Y/n’s heart squeezed at the vulnerability she heard in his voice. She reached out, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Mingi, I don’t ‘put up’ with you. I enjoy spending time with you. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the middle of the day or the middle of the night, you’re always welcome here.”

He blinked up at her, lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something more but no words would come out. After a moment, he smiled—the softest, most genuine smile she’d ever seen from him and one that made her chest feel light.

“You’re too good to me, Y/n/n,” he said, his voice tinged with awe.

She shook her head, a grin tugging at her lips. “Nah, I think you might just have really bad taste in friends.”

Mingi laughed again, the tension in his shoulders easing bit by bit as he relaxed against the couch. “If that’s the case, then I’m glad I have terrible taste.”

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, the documentary long forgotten as they simply basked in each other’s presence. Y/n reached for her mug again, the warmth seeping into her palms as she took a sip. Mingi, still sitting on the floor, leaned his head back, his eyes slowly fluttering shut.

For a moment, she thought he might have fallen asleep, but then she heard his soft and drowsy voice. “Y/n?”

“Hmm?” she hummed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the sofa’s armrest.

“Do you think the penguins ever feel lonely out there? On the ice.”

She cocked an eyebrow, caught off guard by his question. “I don’t know,” she replied thoughtfully. “But they’ve got their group, right? Their friends and family? They stick together, even when it’s cold and hard.”

Mingi nodded slowly, his eyes still closed. “I think that’s nice. Having people who’ll always stick with you, no matter what.”

Y/n smiled, reaching down to ruffle his hair gently. “You’ve got that too, you know. Your members, your fans…me.”

His eyes fluttered open, and he stared at her. There was something different in his gaze—something tender and unspoken. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I know that.”

The warmth in his voice made Y/n’s heart skip a beat, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in the penguins on the documentary. But out of the corner of her eye, she could see the small, happy smile that lingered on his lips.

As the night wore on, Mingi eventually climbed up onto the couch, sprawling out like a giant cat and causing Y/n to laugh at how much space he took up, but she didn’t complain when he decided to rest his head on her lap, the blanket still comfortably wrapped around him.

“Are you comfy?” she asked, her tone lightly teasing.

“Very,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of her pyjama trousers. “Don’t move. You’re a good pillow.”

Y/n simply rolled her eyes not really protesting, her hand instinctively coming down to run through his hair. The strands soft beneath her fingers, and she could feel him relax even more against her.

The documentary eventually came to an end, the television screen going dark except for the faint glow of the paused menu. Y/n glanced down at Mingi, only to realise that his breathing had evened out, his face peaceful as he finally managed to drift off to sleep.

She smiled to herself, leaning her head back against the couch. “Don’t be silly, Mingi,” she whispered, echoing her words from their earlier conversation. “I’ll always stay up with you.”

And as the first light of dawn began to creep through the living room’s curtains, Y/n closed her eyes, the warmth of Mingi’s comforting presence lulling her into a peaceful sleep.

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Noah Sebastian (Part 2)

🥀: Angst

🪻: Fluff

🌹: Smut

🌺: Suggestive but no smut

Oneshots

@measuredingold :

‘heaven sent’ (absolutely god tier fic) 🌹🪻

‘coeur d’alene’ (part 2 to heaven sent^) 🥀🪻🌺

‘i was free in the fall’ 🥀🪻

best friend! noah part 1 🌺 part 2 🌹

@somebodyels3 :

‘cleanse me with pleasure’ (another absolutely god tier work) 🌹

@iwasntstable :

'never just friends' (yet another god tier piece of writing) 🌹🥀

‘stay til’ morning’ (part 2 to never just friends ^) 🥀🪻

‘happy birthday’ 🪻

‘when i miss you’ 🪻

‘tired?’ 🪻

'is it true?' 🥀🪻

@thefallennightmare :

‘What It Cost’ 🥀🌹🪻

'Bad Decisions’ 🌹

@veronicaphoenix :

‘to hold you, to heal’ 🥀🪻

‘under the stars’ 🪻

‘until the stars stop shining’ 🪻

'wrapped in winter embers' 🌹

@yarasdead :

‘CYBERSEX’ 🌹

first time with best friend! noah part 1 🌹 part 2 🌹

@concretecultist :

‘Kingdom Come’ 🌹

‘Pomegranates & Pleasure’ 🌹

'Sacrilege' 🌹

@darksigns-exe :

‘dors encore jusqu'au jour où tout ira bien’ (sleep on until the day when all is well) 🥀🪻

‘the manic rhapsody’ 🪻

‘devour me’ 🌹🥀

@poppy-in-the-woods :

'Braids' 🌹

@rprise :

'moonlight' 🪻🌺

'night drive' 🪻

@thewrstinme :

'Immortalised in stone' 🪻🌹

'You always do that, don't you?' 🌹🪻

‘You want to act like a brat? Then I’ll treat you like one’ 🌹

@kaliforniahigh :

haters to lovers (doesn't have a title) 🥀🌹

@valiantroeagleangel :

'Beg for it' 🌹

@into-the-grey :

'Until You're Resting' 🥀🪻

@magnificentstrawberryomen :

'warm and alive' 🌹

@concreteangel92 :

'The Angel Of The Night' 🥀🌹

period sex 🌹

@malice-ov-mercy :

stepbrother noah and toys (doesn't have a title) 🌹

@deathblacksmoke :

'love is a gentle thing' 🪻

‘sink into your sunlight’ 🥀🪻🌹

@silent-stories :

'2.30 AM CHAMOMILE TEA' 🥀🪻

‘The Sound Of You’ 🪻

@tikosblogg :

‘A Helping Hand’ Part 1 🌹 Part 2 🥀🌹

@foreverlittlesoshi :

‘the center of my day’ 🪻

@silentglassbreak :

'Anything More Than Human' 🌹

'Skin' 🌹

@sykesandskittles :

'ZERO' 🌹

@omensandwonders :

'i can't be saved' 🌹

@idwt-money :

'Sleepless Nights' 🌹

@bluestdai

‘Shadowbound’ 🥀🌹

noah x reader x folio :

@concretecultist :

threesome (doesn't have a title) 🌹

@sorrowsofsilence :

'Threefold Desires' 🌹

noah x reader x davis :

@artificialbreezy

threesome (doesn't have a title) 🌹

@livingdeceasedgirl :

'The Hills' 🌹

Series

@thefallennightmare :

‘One Night’ (god tier shit right here)🌹🥀🪻

‘Miracle’ 🥀🪻🌹

‘Just Pretend’ (more absolutely god tier shit) 🥀🪻🥀

@veronicaphoenix :

‘The Inevitability Of Love At First Sight’ (god tier as well) 🥀🪻🌹

@silent-stories :

‘To Build A Family’ 🪻🥀

Brother’s best friend! Noah 🪻🥀

[yoonjoongles]

Masterlist

Currently only writing NoahxF!Reader. I may open my asks for requests if people are interested.

Also if you'd like to join the taglist, feel free. I make no promises that I'll upload frequently, but hey, if you wanna know when I do, you're more than welcome.

Novocaine Part1 + Part2 (18+)

~ You have a panic attack while Noah is streaming. Noah helps to calm you down.

Once I've sunk my teeth in (18+)

~ You and Noah have an argument before Noah has to leave for his show. You figure out a way to get him to pay attention.

Green Dress (18+)

~ The guys have a party to celebrate Jolly’s visa being granted. While there, Noah finds a familiar face.

It's Raining, It's Pouring (18+?)

~ Sometimes, people are just meant to be in each others lives. And sometimes, magic happens.

I Can't Carry This Anymore

Original Version - Alt Version ~ Sometimes remembering is the most painful part of life. (Please read the warnings on these ones, they're kind of dark)

Until You're Resting

~When a night out goes wrong, and you're completely alone, cornered, and your phone is broken, there's only one place left to go, and he's not gonna like it...

Cheerleader (18+)

~Singing on a stream gives you an idea, and a challenge is issued. How far will he go for his cheerleader?

Rehab (18+)

~You're determined to reclaim your body and your pleasure, and Noah is more than willing to help.

New Year, New Us (18+)

~You and Noah have been close forever, but who knew that new year's could make such a mess?

Tightrope

~I got sick, and he left me here. Am I really too broken to be loved?

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Stellar Behavior | MYG | Masterpost

PAIRING: Officer!Yoongi x Mafia (f)reader

SUMMARY: Yoongi has been in the police force for long enough to know that the system isn’t perfect, so when an injustice is about to put his protégé in jail, he has no other choice but to go to you. You’re the devil, but you’re hard to resist, and he needs to decide between falling into temptation or showing you that two can play the game.

WORD COUNT: 44.3k

GENRE:  Gangster AU, Law AU, enemies to lovers, smut

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: where do I begin... Corruption, power dynamics, blackmail, sexual favors, mentions of crimes, guns, knifes, explosions, fire, blood, concussions, arguing, Yoongi is a badass and a sweetheart 👀, handcuffs, death, violence, invasion of privacy, kidnapping, fingering, oral (f & m rec), handjob, masturbation (both), caught having sex, unprotected sex, switching, (f)brat, hate sex, semi public sex.

A.N. I'm so happy with this fic, I can't even tell you 😁I didn't think I had it in me, but here we are with a gangster/mafia AU! Infinite thank yous to @moonleeai and @downbad4yoongi for working through my crazy and being incredible! Thank you to @yoonia for the moodboard 💜 This is my entry in the upcoming @bangtanwritershq 3rd Quarter Writing Event: Got A Secret, Can You Keep It? I chose the AU Type: Savage Love - Enemies to Lovers, and took it very literally 🥰 I'll be uploading daily, so buckle up! 😁

Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad | Scroll my stories on Tumblr | Schedule and WIPs

He blinked, “What?” He looked down to follow your hands over your thighs, and you spread your legs for him, though the black dress covered between them. He shook his head in bewilderment, “You’re crazy!”

“Crazy?” You chuckled, “I think I’m being quite reasonable.”

Part 1 | WC: 4.8k - [here]

“What is worth an innocent’s life? You decide.”

[Snippet]

Part 2 | WC: 7.3k - [here]

“I may consider an alternative with less social catastrophe... If I’m adequately compensated. I was left wanting last time…”

[Snippet]

Part 3 | WC: 5.9k - [here]

“It's not the price of anything, or a deal. Just let me eat you out again.”

[Snippet]

Part 4 | WC: 6.8k - [here]

“Justice just never sleeps.”

[Snippet]

Part 5 | WC: 9.6k - [here]

“Intimacy was about power, worth, and gain, and I thought that was all there was to it, but… I don’t… feel that way with you.”

[Snippet]

Part 6 | WC: 4.3k - [here]

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

[Snippet]

Part 7 | WC: 4.5k - [here]

“I said I like it fucking quiet.”

[Snippet]

Epilogue | WC: 756 - [here]

“Knock’em dead.”

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Choi San

f = fluff | s = smut | a = angst | hc = hurt/comfort

One shots

None yet…

Series

None yet…

Drabbles

None yet…

All Rights Reserved © yoonjoongles // do not copy or modify my work in any way.

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Kang Yeosang

f = fluff | s = smut | a = angst | hc = hurt/comfort

One shots

None yet…

Series

None yet…

Drabbles

None yet…

All Rights Reserved © yoonjoongles // do not copy or modify my work in any way.

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Choi Jongho

f = fluff | s = smut | a = angst | hc = hurt/comfort

One shots

None yet…

Series

None yet…

Drabbles

None yet…

All Rights Reserved © yoonjoongles // do not copy or modify my work in any way.

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Reflection of You (Series Masterlist)

Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.  

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Interim I

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Interim II

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

EPILOGUE

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