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❝bunny blues: leaving❞ myg&jjk

― summary: you hadn’t noticed the way he’d slowly been getting rid of everything

yoongi/reader/jungkook ― ft. namjoon | hybrid!au | angst | 1.6k ↬ content warnings: namjoon is kind of a dick im sorry, separation

a/n: this is the first part to bunny blues! reader is a bunny hybrid, kook is a dog hybrid, and joon+yoongi are humans!

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tangina ang sakit

roulette.

noun : a gambling game of chance.

he loves me, click, he loves me not, bang.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: a sprinkle of fluff if you squint, angst type: assassin / mafia au word count: 1,221 words warnings: implied death author’s note: writer’s block really sucks, so here’s another choppy fic for the time being. thank you to @spoopyscapes for voluntarily sacrificing her man for this lmao

The .357 magnum revolver lays on the table between you and Jungkook. It looks deceptively innocent as one bullet is hidden amongst the six chambers of the revolving cylinder. The warehouse with your rivaling members standing around the edges to watch this spectacle for their amusement and your punishment only adds onto the the ominous atmosphere, air stilled for what’s about to come. Sitting on one side of the table, your eyes graze over the metal weapon before flitting over to meet the man’s in front of you, who is also mimicking your stance but in a much more rigid form. Your leader–Irene–stands behind him as his boss–Namjoon–holds his position behind you.

“Did you ever think it’d end this way?” he laughs humorlessly, his stare boring into you with such a burning feeling that you almost look away, but you force yourself not to.

“No.” Your eyes finally move away from his, and you stare at your hands, a simple, familiar circle of metal looped around your finger gleaming back at you. You quietly wrap your other hand around it inconspicuously, hiding it from the view of everyone else.

“So I guess you’re not really a computer analyst, and those late hours weren’t from crunching numbers, were they?”

“And you’re not really an IT guy, and your late hours weren’t from fixing computer viruses, were they?”

A ghost of a smile plays on his lips at your counter, and a tiny part of your heart begs for him to show the entirety of it just this once, one more time. You start to reach out for the weapon, hand barely brushing it, but he is faster, plucking the revolver up from the cold surface and shifting it between his hands before handing it to his leader. Namjoon positions the gun against the back of your head. Your eyes narrow slightly.

“It was already in my hand.”

“You weren’t quick enough.” He gives you a careless shrug, and you’re harshly reminded of the countless times the two of you went through the same conversation over the last slice of pizza.

“Still competitive, I see.”

“Just let me have this.” There’s an indiscernible, almost desperate look in his eyes, and you nod. He gives you a tired smile.

“We both fucked up, didn’t we?”

“Maybe just a tiny bit.”

His laugh echoes around in the warehouse, and it sounds hollow and lost, nothing like the sound you’ve been familiar with for the past seven months. Your fingers itch to reach out and wrap around his, looking for a false sense of security that somehow always seemed real with him even when you knew it wasn’t.

“Are you ready?”

“Is that really going to be your first question?” You offer him a tiny smile, and the way he looks at you after is so painstakingly reminiscent that you almost surrender right then and there. “But no, I’m not.”

“I’m not either.” His voice is barely above a whisper, the soft, yet baritone sound wrapping itself around you in wisps until it’s gone, and you cannot explain the inexplicable touch of solace that somehow finds its way into your heart.

Namjoon nudges the barrel against your head harshly, unlocking the safety with a loud, resounding click, as he barks out, “Ask a damn question already or I’ll blow all her brains out right now without waiting.”

Your heart leaps to your throat– not because of the weapon, but because of how Jungkook’s eyes stare into yours with a mixture of unwillingness, desperation, and something you cannot pinpoint.

“When did you figure it out?”

You pause before answering, “Two weeks ago. You came back to bed late that night. I got up to go to the bathroom, and I found some gunpowder residue on the shirt you threw in the hamper.”

He nods. You hold your breath and pray to the every single god you can think of. Namjoon presses the trigger, a slight maniacal glint in his eyes.

Click.

You exhale, your heart racing beyond belief. Namjoon unwillingly passes the gun to your leader. Irene roughly presses the barrel of the weapon against the crown of Jungkook’s head with a smirk. “My turn to have fun with you, lover boy.”

You can see the chambers of the revolver clearly, and a fleeting moment of relief hits you when you see that his is empty for now. You don’t know if you should consider it lucky or not Jungkook picked this gun for the game. Is it considered good or bad to be able to know whether or not you will be the recipient of the bullet? You can’t even bring yourself to count out the remaining empty chambers to see who will be the winner. 

You swallow harshly. “When did you figure it out?”

“Around the same time. I saw a couple empty casings when I accidentally knocked over your purse one day and tried to put everything back in it.”

Irene pulls the trigger.

Click.

She lets out a huff of disappointment before tossing the gun back to Namjoon.

“When I said I loved you…”

An uproar from your and his members is heard on the outskirts of the warehouse, but Irene pulls out her firearm and shoots at the ceiling: a warning shot for everyone to be quiet. They all immediately settle down.

Jungkook’s shoulders shake, voice quivering in the slightest of vulnerability and his fringe falls over his eyes as he ducks his head momentarily. A few seconds later, he raises his head, looking you straight in the eye, any hint of a mask now gone.

“… Why didn’t you say it back?”

Your heart plummets through your rib cage and is buried six feet under. Squeezing your hands into fists until crescents form on your palms from your nails, you let out an unsteady exhale. Tiny droplets of tears prick the corners of your eyes, but you blink them away rapidly.

“Because I was afraid,” you whisper. “Because none of this is real. There is no us.”

Namjoon lets out a mirthful chuckle and pulls the trigger.

Click.

Growling in anger at the lack of blood splatter, he thrusts the gun over to Irene, sliding it across the scratched surface of the table, and she grabs it, putting it in position again once more much to her sadistic delight. You stare at the metal object in trepidation before closing your eyes temporarily as an influx of memory upon memory crashes onto you like a wave, all revolving around the man sitting in front of you.

“When you said you loved me…” You open your eyes, taking a deep breath and clasping your hands tightly together, your eyes meeting his once again. “Did you mean it?”

The silence is overpowering as your question hangs in the air. A look of resignation and contentment is settling in his eyes. Confused, you search his eyes for an answer, and your gaze wanders until it finds itself fixated on the revolver, on the chambers, on where the bullet is now located.

There’s a jolt in your heart when you’re finally hit with the realization– why he suggested this game, why he chose this gun, why he insisted on going first.

The corners of his mouth quirk up slightly as Jungkook answers you softly.

“Yes.”

Bang. 

Thank You Kyoto Animation!

Man spreading is so fucking hot- like damn XOXO, future stripper anon

IT IS,, HOT DAMN, MAKES U JUST WANNA GRIND AGAINST THEM ALMOST 😭

To all the teenagers following me that don’t hear it from their parents: I’m proud of you.

BLESS ME 🥰🤩🤩

Void - Part 5 (M)

title banner by @jiminiethot♡

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 12.9k

Part 5 / ?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warnings: explicit sexual content, slight degradation, angst

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WHAT IS HE SO CUTE FOR????!!! MY HEART 😤😻😔😔

honey boy

if you’re reading this, i’m putting a thought out into the world for you. a hope that whatever’s worrying you works out in your favor, that a happy moment comes your way, and that you have a heartwarming reason to smile tonight

i am LIVING FOR FLUFFY HOSEOK

Jungle Park [22]

Chapter 21 - Chapter 22

[there’s a link issue for tumblr, please search up Jungle Park on my blog or go on my masterlist for previous part. Will add actual link later.]

➜ Words: 5.6k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah…once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

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did anyone hear the sound of my heart breaking

𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 | yoongi

𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 min yoongi / reader royal guard au genre: angst words: 3.2k

Imagine the first time they say I love you. Imagine them shouted at top volume, in the middle of an argument, never meant to come out that way.

warnings: cursing, guard yoongi, major character deaths, violent deaths, graphic details

a/n: very inspired by game of thrones (the ending of the story). 

Growing up, Yoongi had rarely thought of anybody other than himself. He was selfish, arrogant, cold and standoffish to his friends and family, brooding in his chambers and isolated from children his age. And so, really, he can’t complain about the fact that his father got fed up by his antics and sent him to a facility outside of his village, grooming boys into men, men into Gods who would later serve Lords and Ladies. Yoongi had never expected to go up in the world, but he did; quite possibly, Yoongi had the biggest task on hand after his graduation- like every great Kingdom, there was a monarchy. And, as it so happened, their princess was in need of a protector.

He’d been doing that since he was nineteen, standing like a shadow behind the young princess and watching without judgement as she cried, as she obeyed, as she writhed under the stares of suitors and yells from the monarchy behind closed doors. Yoongi was still selfish, despising the King and Queen and at the same time, needing every moment of his life to be by your side, making sure nobody hurt you or even thought of touching you. Princess Y/N, the only daughter and heir to this Kingdom; his Princess and his life, who he’d do anything for.

Should the city fall, Yoongi had a conditioned procedure and a network of exits, a well-known passage out of the city towards the Sacred Temple of the Anders, where he had trained meticulously for eight years of his life. Naturally, Yoongi had never felt the need to practise this with you; because this Kingdom was safe and secure, and would never fall under siege. 

Of course, now, he curses himself; outside the window, Yoongi can see turrets of thick grey smoke rising to the sky and glimpses of flames inside shop windows, the screams of the people- by extension, his people- as they fled on foot, on horse, on all fours, escaping the flames and the gunshots and the arrows that were being shot from trees and dugouts, men on horseback.

“Your Grace, it is of paramount importance that we leave right this instant.”

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im a med student and i go read fanfictions to deal with stress

I am: EXCITED 😻🤩

You & I, The Eclipse

[stripper!oc , producer!yg , gang!au]

synopsis: All you think of Yoongi as is the only source of light in your life, while all you bring into his is nothing but darkness.

Your First Date, But My Last

[strangers to lovers!au..or to boyfriend maybe?]

synopsis: You shoot your last shot at finding true love, and that is with the guy who has never learned to love before.

Tainted Badge and Stained Heart

(pt.2 to Hushed Whimpers Of The Night)

[vampire!jimin, detective!oc, crime investigation!au, college!au]

synopsis: “Scream for me, babydoll.” And let them know who truly owns this pretty little face.

he’s 😔 so 😔 beautiful 😔

 yoongi + wavy hair

for my sunflower @neo-bangtan 🌻

when the girl u like calls u baby it’s like ur heart slips on the mario kart banana peel and ur just outta control like wut sos

u ever just sometimes,,,, b in love with namjoon 

Writing Advice: it doesn’t matter if an idea has been done before. It’s never been done by you. So long as you do it well, and in your own way, it’s a wonderful contribution.

wow

yoongi x fake love

oh my god

You Are Going To Have So Much Success In 2018 (pass it on)

Yoongi

thIS IS SO FUCKINF FUNNY SHDNFF