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A Place Called Home | Chapter 6

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: 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.

Jin sees you struggling and finally decides that enough is enough. He wants Yoongi to fix things. At the same time, the three of you are ready for the new additions to your home and family. 

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I honestly like how the Jimin situation is being handled and is different from normal hybrid series.  They are mostly cliche thinking that love is all you need to fix trauma, but this series is handled very smartly.  Recognizing that professional help is needed and that there will still be signs of PTSD for a long time even though things are getting better.

A Place Called Home | Chapter 7

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: 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.

Everything seems to be going well. Taehyung and Namjoon are settling into the family nicely. After a night of busting an illegal fighting ring, a rare hybrid shows up at your hospital and you’re determined to try and heal him of his painful past. 

*WARNING: This chapter may discuss some triggering topics such as PTSD, abuse and other psychological issues. Please read at your own discretion! :)

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 8

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: 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.

You had to make a hard decision regarding Jimin. Even though it broke your heart and you couldn’t stop thinking about him, you knew you still had a duty to be there for your 4 other hybrids. So when you’re off work, you decide to pay all your working hybrids a visit. 

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 9

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: 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.

You’re glad to hear that Jimin has been making improvements and you make sure to receive daily updates about his condition. Even if he isn’t ready to go home, certain situations arise which may need you to start rehabilitating him at your home instead. 

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 10

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: 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.

You’re having to work a lot more, feeling guilty that you’re hardly around for your own hybrids. One night, Yoongi gets into trouble and needs you to bail him out. But what you didn’t expect was to have new hybrids move into your house that very same day.

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 11

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: 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.

You wake up and realise that now, you have 7 hybrids living with you. 4 of them are yours, 1 of them is a rehabilitating patient and 2 of them are just here for the upcoming winter. You try your best to bring them together and make sure they stay happy.

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 11.5

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: 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.

With Namjoon claiming you as his mate, you begin to reminisce how you became Yoongi and Jin’s mate as well.

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 12

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: 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.

Unlike Hoseok, Jungkook still hasn’t adjusted to life in your house with the other hybrids. You try your best and take small approaches to make him comfortable and trust you. 

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 13

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: 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.

Hoseok finally understands why his brother can’t open up and get comfortable in the house. But as Jungkook begins to crumble, you assure him that you will always be there for him. 

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Reasons Wretched and Divine (Pt. 7)

(Hybrid au) (YoonMinJoon x Reader) (Mafia au) 

Summary: After years of abuse, you’ve all finally found each other. But for one of you- the fear still lingers, hidden in the shadows. Yoongi doesn’t want much, just a few more weeks, but he only has until the end of the summer. 

Parings: Snake hybrid! Yoongi x Dog hybrid! Jimin x Dog hybrid! Namjoon x Pregnant! Reader, Platonic Vmin, allusions to 2seok, 

Genre: Hybrid au, Polyamory au, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Pregnancy, Mafia au

Tags:  Domestic abuse, references to sexual abuse- and choosing to have sex even though you’ve been through sa, physical abuse, polyamory negotiations, Post-traumatic stress disorder, mute characters, brief gore at the end, pregnant m/c, frottage, marking kink, fingering, oral f. receiving, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, implied death but dont worry I do not write MCD!!!!

A/n: just for posterity’s sake! i was drunk when i posted this! enjoy! full gangbang comes in (y/n) next chapter! (oh god im going to hell).

W/c: 10.5k

Song Rec: Like Real People do ~ Hozier

~ Series Masterlist ~

2 Years Earlier

-  If Jeon Jungkook where so esoterically inclined, he would write a book on how he had become the most dangerous man in the underworld. It would be a short book though; because Jungkook had only 2 rules for himself. The first was to always get up after he’d been hit during a fight (even if it took him a second) and the second was to know when to mind his own business. 

- Jungkook was always able to get up after being hit, Even when he’d been a street kid, with not a penny to his name and a whole lot of anger in his mouth. ready to spit vitriol at anyone who would pause and listen. He’d always been able to get up. The pain giving him a kind of sick clarity that he eventually sought out instead of tried to escape. Jungkook could never think as clearly as he did during a fight; or when he was in pain. And that was probably because of his father. 

- But whatever. That man was 6 feet under along with his mother. He didn’t have a lot of time or energy to put into dealing with that trauma. Most of his energy went into staying alive. Even now- when living and surviving teetered on the same edge. Jungkook had more pressing matters to tend to than dealing with his own fragile mind. 

- The way he would get up and hop around for a second to soak in the clarity after being hit during a scuffle was one of the reasons why he’d been given his street name: The Playboy Bunny; further set in stone with his tattoo of the same moniker under his left eye. A cheekbone he’d tap and say “you want to hit me? why don’t you try your luck and see how well it turns out for you.” 

- He was doing reconnaissance, checking up on the leader of another gang. Sneaking around the back alley with his hood up and his glasses on- disguising his black eye that was sure to get more than a few looks from passers-by. The ears of the playboy bunny tattoo peeking out over the top of his mask. 

- He keeps his eyes on the crowd waiting for some sort of handoff- to see anything at all. But he’d lost his target through the crowd and has no drive to find them in the dizzying rush of people and umbrellas. Not yet. Not when the hum of addiction lurks in his veins. 

- Jungkook pauses, lighting a cigarette, when a commotion to the side, hidden around a corner- blurs his concentration- the world snapping back into focus when he sinks his fingernails into his palm. Terse voices. A couple fighting in the alleyway perpendicular to his. 

- Minding his own business was a particular skill of his- it took one kind of person to know when to step in, and another to know which problems weren’t worth the headache. And unless it involved the acquisition money or some step therein, it wasn’t a problem worth getting into in Jungkook’s opinion.

- But Jungkook can’t stop his ears from hearing snippets of conversation, a low and angry male voice. The sound of a smack. “You just had to embarrass me like that, didn’t you? First, you come out dressed like a slob and then you act like a fucking whore- I swear if I see you give eyes to another man this week I’ll beat you five ways to Sunday”

- The sound of a soft female voice, so quiet- almost indistinguishable from the pouring rain, “I wasn’t-” another smack.

- Jungkook has been hit so many times he knows the sound of it, the ragged gasp the woman lets out, also quite- like even the pain takes up too much space. 

- His body starts to move before his mind thinks it through as he gives up position in favor of investigating the noise. There he sees it, ivy growing up the wall next to the back exit of some restaurant. A woman, small crouching in front of a grotesque man. A baggy coat buttoned tight around her small form. hair swept back in a tight bun. Red lipstick smudged. Though you check your hands and think its blood for a moment before you remember you’re wearing it. 

- Jungkook waits for a moment before he watches you stand on shaky legs. you get up. 

- The rest of the underworld might be old grudges and blood feuds but Jungkook was only here to be a businessman. He didn’t have time for ego and arrogance, let alone time for altruism… 

- Usually. 

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Broken Communications

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Min Yoongi/Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Words: 3.5k

Wow, I’m actually kinda happy with how this turned out??? 

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You hated this.  You hated when they fought.  You hated when you tried to get them to stop, because they love each other.  They’re not suppose to fight.  And you hated when they then directed their anger towards you, when they’re suppose to you love you too.  You hated when their faces were red with anger, words flying without reason and second thoughts, and you hated the look they had every time something came out of their mouth and they regretted it.  

But, what you hated the most was when you were so fed up with the hate and the anger that when the words attacked you like needles, you walked out.  You had never left the house before, always just gone and locked yourself in a room for the night, not letting anyone in and letting the boys resolve the issue just to try and make it up to you tomorrow.  

But tonight, you had to leave.  You walked out and wanted fresh air to breath.  Air that wasn’t heavy and thick and hard to inhale.  You wanted fresh air outside, even if it was a chilled night and you felt your arms prick with goosebumps, you needed the open space.  The silence of night was comforting, but it was also torture.  Making you remember the entire thing that happened back in the small house you live in with your two partner.  

The house you lived in with Yoongi and Jungkook.  

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This was so good. It was both really hot and endearing in the end.

Theory into Practice

☼ Pairing: Yoonji x reader x Jungkook

☼ Genre: fluff, smut, pwp (with some plot), teeny bit of angst, f2l, college au (technically more so grad school au)

☼ Count: 10.2K

☼ Warnings: 18+, drug use (pot), mentions of alcohol use, threesome, dom!Yoonji, dom!reader, sub!Jungkook, big dick!Jungkook, teasing, dirty talk, one thigh smack, thigh riding, fingering, hair pulling, breast play, oral (f & m receiving), face sitting, unprotected (pls stay safe), aftercare

☼ Summary: A normal night in with Yoonji leads to some interesting revelations with her and surprisingly, Jungkook.

☼ a/n: lmao it’s been a while. Hope you enjoy the Yoonji thirst, my girl doesn’t have enough fics out there. Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~

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Oh my gosh this is so good. I wish there was more.

Under my Skin ( Namjoon/ Yoongi / OC)

Chapter 8

It’s not easy, staring at Namjoon as he cuts up a bit of his steak and passes it into my plate, his fingers long and curved around the shiny cutlery, his face devoid of emotion the way it usually is and i think that the urge to grab the tail end of the table cloth and yank, to just upend the whole stupid thing till it shatters around us , is strong inside my head. 

strong and completely understandable. 

“Heard you got a job. Witht he Media company on 65th.” he says casually and i grimace. 

“Yeah. “

“why are you scowling? it’s a high class job . One of my friends works there and she told me they pay a lot. You even get a lot of benefits.”

I shrug.

“i worked hard for it. “ i say firmly. it’s true. i worked my ass off building my portfolia, working on my thesis and finishing my finals, and hard work always pays. Nothing else does. You want to be successful? You put your ass to work and do your best. And i had done it. 

But now that wasn’t what was bothering me. 

“Why isn’t he here? that little pasty faced coward?” i say through gritted teeth before taking a sip of the wine. . 

Namjoon chuckles lightly reaching out easily and pressing a thin digit to my lips, pressing down to capture the little bit of moisture from the wine before wiping his finger on the napkin in front of him. 

“Hyung is smarter than you give him credit for. He told me that there was no way you’d forgive him that easily and that there had to be a catch. so what is it? pepper spray? Dagger? what were you planning to do to him?” He grins.

i glare at him. 

Finally i sigh. 

“i was going to ditch him half way through and call the ‘ razzi on him. “ i say finally, taking another sip of the wine and Namjoon laughs out loud at that.

“that’s plain evil, babe. “ He shakes his head but there’s a hint of fondness in the gesture that makes me smile. 

“It’s nothing less than what he deserves.” I say primly and Namjoon hums. 

“About that… Yoongi hyung really cares for you, okay? it’s just that… that thing he accused you of… he’s been through something like that… before…”

“Joon..”

“i’m not saying that excuses his shit. He was being a douche and you have every right to be mad at him but i think there’s some method to his madness. you know, a reason he does the things he does. He got involved with a fan who only wanted to take pics of his and sell to some shady site. She dumped him the moment he found out and… well, that’s the reason he took time off when we debuted.”

I flinch and some of the anger knotted at the pit of my stomach loosens.

“Fine. But he literally just said, ‘ can’t wait to fuck you again’. He thinks i’m so easy it makes me want to kick his ass.” 

“He doesn’t think you’re easy Ae rin. He thinks you’re important. So importnat that he doesn’t want to risk losing you. And he thinks the only way to keep you with him is by satisfying you in the bedroom. “ Namjoon shrugs. 

“So you think i should date him?” i say suspiciously. 

“if you want to, yes.” 

“And you’d be okay with that?” i repeat, confused and slightly throan. i’d been vaguely convinced that he had a thing for me. Hell, hadn’t he said that the day we’d gone out? Why was he eher telling me to date Yoongi.

“Why wouldn’t i be? “

“You’re okay if you and i don’t see each other?” i press and he frowns at that.

“why the fuck would we not see each other?” He says with a confused look and i feel like i’m missing some crucial bit of information here. 

“You’re not making any sense.” i glare at him and he shrugs casually.

“You date hyung if you want to. you can date me if you want to. We like you. We both want you in our lives and honestly, you shouldn’t be put in a position to have to choose between us. So we’re not going to make you choose. We’re not pushing you into anything. We don’t believe in stuff like that.” He says firmly.

i was still completely confused. 

“Wait… So if i date yoongi , you’re telling me i can still…”

“date me. Yeah.” he looks up finally and there’s such a heavy intent in his gaze that I recoil. 

i stare at him, the implication finally sinking in and making my entire being go rigid in… shock.

“You want me to date both of you? what the actual fuck… Kim namjoon!!” I hiss in outrage and he scowls.

“Keep your voice down, woman!”

“You’re heathens! both of you… i cannot believe …” 

“oh please… that’s hardly the most outrageous thing in the world. Plenty of people have open relationships…..” 

I splutter in disbelief. 

“that’s not… it’s not how an open relationship works… jesus christ… you’re unbelievable both of you…” 

“We’re being honest. Would you rather we fight with each other over you? Would you rather we break things off with you? That’s not going to happen. i need you in my life and so does Yoongi. And here’s the thing… if you want to kick one of us to the curb it should on your terms. Not because of one of us. i won’t be the reason yoongi hyung gets his heart broken and yoongi doesn’t want to be the reason i lose you either…. “

I stare at him, completely confused and with the beginnings of a headache surging somewhere inside my head. What on earth had i got myself into? 

And it begins again, the familiar clammy, cold fear of being outsmarted. Of being vulnerable. of not knowing enough, of not having the advantage in whatever sick game these two were playing with me. 

Because that’s what life was, wasn’t it? it was a game.  A game that you have to to survive. you couldn’t just trust people. You have to keep your cards hidden and safe. You have to make sure that no one knew your next move or people were going to take advantage of you. 

Say things that they don’t mean. Things they think the other person wants to hear. 

Like two popular, handsome rich idols, suddenly claiming that they couldn’t live without a poor uni student without family or money. Shit like that didn’t add up. 

And in the wake of it came a icy cold feeling of stark unrelenting fear. The fear that came when things didn’t add up. 

When everything was slipping out of my hands, too much too soon. i wasn’t in control anymore and the images were beginning to blur. The headache had swelled up into a pounding migraine almost reaching its crescendo. i was going to faint or throw up. 

I had to get out of here. 

I shake my head slowly.

“No.” i say softly. 

“Ae Rin.”

“No. Listen to me. i don’t want to do this. Not with you and not with him either. You can’t just come here and try and talk me into doing that. ” 

“Ae rin we’re not trying to ….”

“It’s not a game. I never agreed to date yoongi. I never agreed to date you either. You know why? Because I don’t date. I’m not… i don’t want to date. And your solution? Your genius solution is that i should date both of you? “ i laugh without mirth. 

I stand up slowly and it strikes me that i can’t have a meal with namjoon without storming out halfway through . And that was a fucking sign, wasn’t it? a sign that i should stay away from him.

“Lose my number. Both of you. And since i don’t take fancams anymore, there’s no reason we should meet again. ” I say firmly. Namjoon looks stricken and i tamp down the regret churning inside me. it was all an illusion. Everything i felt for this guy and his handsome friend. it was all an illusion. the sooner i understood that the sooner i could move on with my life. 

i stalk out of the place, heels clicking fast on the marble flooring. 

I'm so excited and heartbroken at the same time. This was so goood. I love your writing. There is just something about it that tugs at my heart, a certain sadness and longing and pain that I can feel. At the same time i also get such comfort and understanding from your fics.

Before I Leave You (Sneak Peak)

 (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader) 

Summary: Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit). 

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Polyamory, groupsex, sexual and non-sexual Dom/sub undertones, heat sex, praise kink, brief humiliation, Spanking, knotting, breeding kink, emotional abuse, physical abuse, forced mating marks, graphic murder scenes, negative self-talk, self-esteem issues, non-verbal characters, abandonment, PTSD, hurt/comfort, gluttonous fluff, agoraphobia, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal thoughts and brief desperate suicide attempt, unreliable narrators. Gender dysphoria, transgender characters, internalized homophobia, internalized transphobia, internalized misogyny, unintended outings, epilepsy, 

W/c: 100k+ (87k completed so far)

A/n: long time no see~ this is what I’ve been working on for the last few months! I hope everyone will like it. Updates will be once a week on fridays or saturdays at 5pm EST. This will also be cross posted on Archive of our own. 

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“You shouldn’t be out here- you’ll get cold.” 

Your hands play on the bannister. In the fountain, something trickles though it’s not full. It’s too early in spring and the flowers in the garden are reluctant to burst through the ground for fear of frost. Yoongi wonders how you’re not shivering. “It’s not the 1800’s Yoongi- people don’t die just from being cold”  your revealing dress is probably something that your husband chose for you. it makes Yoongi’s blood boil. 

You look a little bit better tonight, though Yoongi can’t tell if the color in your face is actually real or from the thick layer of makeup that hides the bruises. The haze in your eyes, like you’re dissociating from everything, isn’t there anymore. Tonight, You’ve got a clarity that Yoongi savors. The scar is healing well, pink and hardly notable under the line of your jaw. Yoongi wouldn’t know it was there if he wasn’t looking for it.  

Yoongi searches your face. “You misunderstand me, I said that I don’t want you to be cold, but maybe if you caught a cold- I could help you get better.”

He knows his words don’t make sense- but still you recognize what he wants to say but can’t. I could love you, I could make it better, I could care for you and only treat you with the gentleness you deserve. But Yoongi doesn’t say any of that- no- he only leans forward and offers his hands. “One dance? Before I take you home?”

Yoongi will drive you away from here- will take you and go to some gritty fast food place and get you full of however many calories your husband has made you skip. And he’ll spend the whole drive thinking about leaning across the console to kiss you. He could do it- quick. You’re not wearing lipstick and no one would know. Maybe he can’t help you yet- so starved of love that you look like a ghost. But tonight, he can surely make sure your stomach and your heart is full with the careful care that Yoongi knows he’s good at giving.

You keep Yoongi at an arm’s length as he leads you in the waltz, day dreaming of a hypothetical illness, some sickness that can be fixed by a few days rest and some warm soup that Yoongi could provide. The two of you pulled together in a bed however big or small- you wouldn’t mind as long as you got to be this close. His hand on your forehead crooning, “you’ve got a fever lovely.” 

It’s a beautiful day dream, but not better than reality as he pulls you in tighter against him in your skimpy gown. It’s only to keep you warm- he justifies. And you melt into his hold. His hands are wide, warm, and better than any jacket as they cup your sides and the small of your back. You stumble on the uneven cobblestones of the garden and Yoongi heaves you up so that you’re balanced on his toes.

He spins you, going faster in the practices steps, making you giggle- a sound that he’s never heard from you and wants to hear again and again. You slow to a more gentle pace, Swaying softly from side to side. You rest your whole body against him and Yoongi holds you up.

For the first time he can smell your real scent, you smell sweet and bready, like a freshly baked cake, something warm inside on a day that the rain pours outside. You smell like cozy lazy Sundays and cupcakes. Yoongi wants to bury his face in your neck but won’t without asking.

He wonders if you like his scent just as much as he likes yours.  

Before he can ask, you pipe up. “You just had to take all the good didn’t you?” its not said bitterly, but musing. Out of two brothers, why would one have so much more softness than the other? One gentle and kind while the other is bloodthirsty and violently selfish. Why did you have to choose wrong?

“What would it be like Yoongi? If you took me away from here what would it be like?” you’re crying, barely daring to utter the words. The two of you both know from experience that tempting fate never ends well but you’ve never wanted anything so badly. 

Yoongi struggles to hold onto your happy scent. You know how much wanting something you can’t have can hurt you. Reaching out like you’re prepared to grasp the future he’ll paint for you, holding onto the lapels of his coat as you cry. Yoongi just runs his hands up and down your back to comfort you through the longing. 

Like this garden aches for rain, Yoongi aches to give, anything and everything, his heart on a platter if that’s what you wanted.

“We’d get takeout every few nights and play rock paper scissors to decide who gets to be the little spoon, we’d have a rule of no yelling in the house, I’d take you out to the ocean and make you s’mores whenever you wanted. You could steal my clothes and I’d never ever say a word about It.” 

You laugh at that- somehow, Yoongi just knows that’s something you’d do. He’s known enough omegas, he knows that courting one means you voluntarily give up half of your sweatshirt collection. He keeps speaking softer, like to whisper his wishes out loud is like trying to hold onto a shooting star.  

“And-” Yoongi takes a deep breath, tilting his face forward so that your foreheads are aligned. So close. This is the closest Yoongi has ever let himself get to you. “-I’d love you until we’d both had our last breath. I’d leave you sticky notes on the refrigerator telling you that I love you every time I had to leave. I’d never- ever let you be cold. And I’d show you my pack”

Yoongi can feel you swallow thickly at his promises- and he hopes- hopes more than anything else that they’re not empty ones. You always forget that he has someone else- that there are several someone-else’s who have Yoongi’s attention the way you do. He is the moon and you’re just something he orbits around. There are other celestial objects caught in his orbit. “What are they like? What’s it like to have a pack?” 

Yoongi tries not to let himself get misty eyed, “it’s everything, it’s love and having everyone there all around you but it’s also so much fun, you’re never alone- you always have someone to be around and it’s not even- it doesn’t even feel tiring. Even when you want to sleep you’d rather stay up with them.” Yoongi slides his finger underneath one of the straps of your dress, playing with it. “Telling you what they’re like- well- that would take me hours” 

Your laugh is pretty, and it slips through yoongi’s fingers like smoke “That sounds beautiful.” Yoongi holds you like you might be a piece of that- a piece of his pack that he hadn’t known he’d been missing. That’s probably why your next words hit him so hard. 

“I wish I could have seen it. Get back to them safe alright? Do me a favor and love them like you would have loved me.”

*Part 1 Coming Friday April 9th @ 5pm EST* 

RESPECT ✩ namgi

✩ as part of @btswritingcafe​‘s mots: 7 collab ✩

✩ pairing: king namjoon x witch reader x king yoongi

✩ genre: soulmate au, fantasy au, angst, smut, fluff, a sprinkle of crack

✩ summary: in a land where the only openly acceptable magic is intrinsic soulmate bonds, what is a lowly witch to do when she is called upon by not just one king but two?

✩ word count: 7.1k

✩ warnings: 18+, cursing, magic, societal oppression, mention of snakes, reader has hella trust issues, begging, general cheesy fluff, smut [dom!reader, dom!namjoon, switch!yoongi, threesome (duh), throne sex (yuh), yoongi gets taken to paris and then the reader gets double teamed (aka double penetration)]

✩ beta’d by: the MAGNIFICENT phia @meowxyoong​

✩ banner by: the ILLUSTRIOUS danica @dee-ehn​

Magic danced at your fingertips as you summoned ingredients from the shelves behind you. You had been brewing this potion for hours - a tedious and tumultuous process that always accompanied the crafting of wolfsbane. It was a badly kept secret that you supplied the temporary suppressant along with a variety of other magical remedies, spells, and an occasional curse or two. 

There were - of course - limits on what you would provide. You did not take too kindly to townspeople that asked for dark spells or soulmate switches. Your fellow magical and supernatural folk in the kingdom of Meridian were ostracized enough as it was by the majority of the wealthier classes. To add on to your bad reputation would be a foolish endeavor.

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ot7 x reader | in progress

a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

character polaroids

chapters:

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

amazingly incredible banners by @shadowsremedy​

The ending was so sad abd bittersweet. This series was so good.

A Weekend with Noona (M)

Chapters

01: Friday (6k words) | read on ao3 02: Saturday (10k words) | read on ao3 03: Sunday (11k words) | read on ao3 04: Monday (4k words) | read on ao3 Total Word Count: ~31k

Summary

It dawned on Jungkook that perhaps that was the answer. The boys couldn’t give Yoongi romantic attraction and intimacy. Jungkook scrunched up his face at the thought. Nari wasn’t particularly fit or beautiful. For a stylist, she dressed rather plainly. And she always looked the same: a clean topknot, an oversized sweater, leggings, and boots, all black. She didn’t even wear makeup, and she was starting to grow lines on her forehead. Her big glasses made her seem smart, which at first glance would be perfect for Namjoon. But Jungkook knew that Yoongi was smart in ways that even Namjoon didn’t understand. Jungkook didn’t see the appeal, but maybe that hidden space was where Yoongi and Nari made sense.

Genres: Friends / F2L / Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst / Coworkers / Stylist noonas are a thing, I see / 

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Pairings: Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC, Yoongi x Jungkook x OC, Yoonkook

Content Warnings: Hard and soft smut, a bit of voyeurism, angst, jealousy, reference to past trauma (no violence) and heartbreak, Jungkook is a bit of an immature brat at first but that changes, and now it’s done, and phew.

Taglist 💜: permanent @purpleheartsfortae​ @btseditsworld​ | a weekend with noona (closed!)

This series was so fun. I am a sucker for poly aus.

Double Team

Seokjin and Jungkook are your business partners. You solve problems for the city's elite, albeit by unconventional means. Your professional and personal lives have always overlapped, but that's never worked against you before. At least, not until now...

Pairing: Jin x F!reader, Jungkook x F!reader

Rating: 18k

Genre: Non-idol AU, angst, smut, fluff

Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, explicit language, questionable morality, polyamory, unexpected pregnancy, mentions of illicit drug taking

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

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Dance To This

(Hybrid! Seokjin x Blind! Reader x Hybrid! Namjoon)

W/C: 14.8k

TAGS: Eventual polyamory, Blindness, Service hybrid au, non-explicit sex, non-physical intimacy, mentions of anxiety and depression,

A/N: This is so long wow! sorry it took me longer than i thought to get this out. namjoon dosent come in until the end of this but he’ll be in the next one. Also theres a bit of a social media au in this one! if you like this- please consider donateing to my patreon here!

(This is so fucking self indulgent I love it.)

- Seokjin was the runt of his litter from a prized show hybrid, he’d never met his mother- but everyone has always told him how much he looked like her; from his plump lips to his long limbs. 

- The only thing he lacked was her grace- which happened to be his downfall. 

- He was the only one out of his siblings that hadn’t been sold off by the age of 8. Seokjin lacked grace on the runway, often tripping over the carpet on his way in, his shoulders so wide that every single swivel seemed to lumber. 

- Which is why- despite the fact that he was quite good looking, With silky black ears and a shiny tail that he kept meticulously groomed- he was sent to an adoption agency once he reached the age where it became apparent he was no longer going to be a show hybrid.  

- Deemed UN showable by his first owner at the young age of 10- it only went downhill from there. 

- He was adopted by another show couple, and then sent back when he tripped during a competition. 

- And then he was sent to another show couple. And then returned for a third time after an incident evolving another show hybrid who Seokjin had accidentally stepped on- crippling him for the next competition. 

- He’d been banned from all competitions after that. A laughing stock, his dreams crushed into dust. It had been a mercy almost- to be transported 2 city’s over to one of the largest adoption facilities in the country just shy of his 21st birthday. 

- He didn’t mind the facility really- they taught them how to accomplish basic skills that they might be expected to do: like laundry and cleaning- things that Seokjin already knew how to do as a runt working in the show industry.

- Since He was one of the older hybrids at the facility he often helped take care of the little ones, looking after them just to pass the time- playing games with them and even staging a small fashion show every now and then in the communal playroom (of course with the consent of the caretakers.)

- The worst thing about the facility was their lack of outside time, though they always had excess to the outdoor play areas and were often taken out on walks they tried to limit their exposure to the real world as much as possible. The only time they really went out into society was to school visits and occasional PR stunts. 

- At the facility, hybrids were grouped by age, and when he first got there he was one of 10 in the 18+ grouping. As years passed, that group shrunk significantly- until it was just him, just Seokjin in the older hybrids group. alone in his room full of empty bunk beds. 

- It seemed like he would never get adopted. In the many years, he had cut himself off from the others a little bit, tired of the emotional trauma of having his friends whisked away never to see them again. 

- A month before he turned 25, he was helping one of the hybrid children get ready for adoption, He overheard a conversation between two of the head caretakers that he had known for years. 

- They were the ones that usually dealt with adoptions, and they’d personally overseen every failed meeting Seokjin had ever had with potential owners. it had been a few months since anyone had come to see him. 

- “I hear there’s this breeding operation up north- we should call them and see if they want him, he is a purebred after all” and that was the last thing he wanted. The absolute last- possibility he would accept. He’d left and spent the rest of the day at the edge of the outside play area, looking over the hill and into the city, and refused to come back inside until they came and got him. 

- He was too old to be adopted into a normal family now, he was too old- most parents looked for hybrids in the same age as their child (usually there was only one due to low birthrates) to be a companion for them and make the house seem more joyful and less empty. 

- Only as the child grew and went off to school the hybrid remained as a second-class citizen, with few more rights than a house pet. There where even colleges that advertised hybrid friendly dorms as an incentive for prospective students. 

- But now Seokjin was the same age as most college graduates. 

- Every morning he woke with fear thinking that maybe today would be the day he was sold off as a stud, shivering as he thought about it. He had heard about the breeding operations- how they treated hybrids like little more than cattle. 

- All these years without a home had Seokjin wondering if maybe he just wasn’t meant for that cozy life. A house with a family and laps to sit on and people to pet his ears. A warm body next to his to cuddle at night, someone to look after him and make sure he was taking care of himself. 

- He wanted someone to take care of him and to be able to take care of them in return. 

- But Part of him knew he wanted more for himself than just that, but he was a hybrid- and hybrid were only meant to be pets after all.  

- But it didn’t seem like that was in the cards for him, to be a house pet- in the low moments of despair he poured over every mistake he’d made, how he stuttered the last time someone had come to look him over for adoption. How maybe he’d smiled a little too wide, showed his canines a little much. 

- Maybe he wasn’t pretty anymore, maybe he wouldn’t even be any good at loving someone and they could tell just by looking at him. 

- Maybe he just wasn’t worth a home. 

- So when they call him into a meeting room- soft with light yellow walls and couches and a wide wooden table, he thinks the two head caretakers are going to try and break the news to him gently.

- “There is someone who wants to come to meet you today Seokjin, she’s a little bit unconventional as far as potential owners go, but we considered you because of your age and temperament.”

- Seokjin doesn’t know what he’s expecting, maybe an elderly woman, Seokjin might not mind an old lady as an owner. It might be fun, but then if they died in a few years he might just end up back here and even more UN-adoptable than before. 

- Or maybe it was a hopelessly unsociable mid 30′s woman- but then they might end up lonely and horrible for other reasons, forcing him into bed when he didn’t want to which might have been just as bad as being a stud. 

- Maybe they’d be someone horrible- but he swallows back his nervousness and reminded himself that anything would be better than the breeding operation. 

- So when they lead you through the door, a young woman wearing a light grey sweater and a pair of ripped jeans, He’s more than a little surprised.

- His breath tightens in his chest. Because he didn’t expect someone like you- someone who looked so young, you must have been at least a few years younger than him.  

- He didn’t expect to feel drawn to you like this. There was something beautiful about you that made Seokjin’s heart pulsate in his ears like thunder and his hands begin to sweat. 

- Your features, which would separately have been plain, but when combined formed something like a masterpiece. His tail swished back and forth as he breathed in your sweet scent- something like spring mixed with vanilla. 

- He didn’t expect to take in your every movement- He watches the way you wind the handle of your walking cane over your hands in a way that seems inherently nervous. Staring straight ahead with these listless but cloudy eyes, managing to look shy, like you can feel his eyes on you. 

- Seokjin didn’t expect his new potential owner to be blind.

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Dance To This: Part 2

(Hybrid! Namjoon x Hybrid! Seokjin x Blind! Reader) (Service Hybrid Au) (Social Media Au) (Polyamory au!)

SUMMARY: If loving you was as easy as breathing for Seokjin, than loving Namjoon is instinct, the need and want for the younger man burns through him like sunlight at golden hour. 

W/C: 8.0k

TAGS: Polyamory, social media au, lots of fluff and snuggling, Domestic love, Brief implicit sexual content, mentions of depression.

A/N: So dance to this part two ended up being over 18k in my drafts so I decided to split it into two parts, The third and final part will be out in a few weeks) Please enjoy this self-indulgent fluff and stay tuneeeddd~

BEFORE 

- And by the end of dinner Seokjin is making hot chocolate with marshmallows and before Namjoon knows it he’s falling asleep next to you on the couch while a movie plays in the distance, lulled to sleep by the gentle breathing of the two of you curled next to him as his head nudges onto your shoulder.

- You raise your hand and run it through his supper soft ears that are somewhat bristly at the ends. Fingering over the cleft in his side. Seokjin watches your expression, the way you seem to melt under the easy and deep breaths of the sleeping hybrid, and the way he’s melting into you, adorable dimples popping out as he smiles in his sleep.

- “Can we keep him Jin? Don’t you think it would be better if he stayed?” Seokjin reaches out his hand to thumb across the hybrids cheek. He’s so deeply asleep Seokjin could probably yell and the other wouldn’t wake.

- “Of course I do.”

NOW

- The next morning you and seokjin are woken up by a heavy crash, blearily moving awake to rub at the crust on your eyes, Seokjin springs up and says he’ll go and see what the issue is and he finds Namjoon sleepily attempting to wipe up a broken coffee mug with his bare hands. 

- “What are you doing? You could cut yourself!” Seokjin screeches. Namjoon flushed and shyly lets Seokjin clean it up with a broom and a dustpan while he stammers an apology. 

- Over the next few days, that occurrence becomes almost daily. Namjoon somehow manages to bend a copper pot and breaks several glasses. He even knocks one of the decorations off of the shelf on his rush upstairs by knocking into the wall too harshly. 

- Seokjin doesn’t understand how someone, let alone a hybrid that was supposed to be bred with grace and above human awareness, could manage to be so clumsy, but somehow Namjoon manages. 

- And if he didn’t always look up at Seokjin with that little abashed and apologetic frown that shows that the younger hybrid actually is sorry- then maybe he actually would get angry (instead of finding it cute, cuter then he probably should find it).

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