calypso. she/her. twenty. hufflepuff. infj. swifie. latina. shakespeare enthusiast. secretary of the tortured poets department. jo march variant. emotionally attached to men with daddy issues. lover of nonsense. the bolter. your favorite trauma-fluff writer. jj maybank's girlfriend. percy jackson's wife.
...STUCK IN AN ENDLESS FEBRUARY
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࿐ currently updating: rhythm&revelry (smau)
𝚮𝚺𝐋𝚺𝚷 𝚯𝐅 𝚻𝚪𝚯𝚿 | 𝝩𝝜𝝨 𝗚𝝝𝗗 𝗙𝝞𝗟𝝨𝗦, #𝟭
pairing: blond!park jimin x f!reader
genre: dark romance, yandere au, angst, fluff, smut
word count: tbd (preview, currently finishing)
synopsis: park jimin had been running for most of his life - burdened by his family name and his beauty that separated him from his dreams, he found no other solution but to find his way in the city of san francisco. he thinks he may have found a life in a simplistic world of work, studies and lonesome hours, occasionally filled with the company of a possible girlfriend, but his world is slowly turned on its axis when he meets a quiet yet observant young woman that draws him in immediately - who sees him more than the sum of his parts. as their love grows, jimin thinks it may just be the life he's been looking for...but love clashes with truth and soon the web of lies begin to unravel and he may have walked into a life that he cannot run from...but does he even want to?
disclaimer: this is a fictional piece of media and is not be construed as reality. i wrote this to examine the flip side of the dark romance world and is for fictional purposes only. any people, places and events mentioned are merely part of this fictional universe. we do not condone any form of abuse in real life. i hope this piece intrigues you, but also makes us look at biases we may have!
author note: hello darlings! this is a preview of my first piece of bts fanfiction/media and honestly I'm very proud of it. this IS a series. check out link at the top or on my page to see the full masterlist. more visuals and full fic will be out on... (check notes below)
FEBRUARY --, 19--
Jimin’s skin, pale and sparkling like a diamond in it's purest form, was covered by the flimsy black mask. It covered part of his forehead, his upper cheekbones, nose and the skin above his cupid's bow. It was lazily encrusted by false gems that would surely fall off the moment he took it off. It felt itchy and like he was being held hostage by it, but for the considerable pay, he’d wear anything. So if it was a false mask to fit into the "masquerade" party, so be it.
Even then, his arms ached as he held the circular serving tray, holding flutes of bubbly champagne for exuberant and shameless guests to take as they pleased. His arms strained from holding it in the same position for hours on end.
There was a prickle underneath his skin, but he bubbled it down to the environment. Who wouldn't feel like the world had chosen favorites when the chandeliers glistened, the hors-d'œuvre were combinations unknown to most men on silver platters and the clothing was probably worth more than any job he'd ever take?
How lucky – they all know they belong, something he never had.
A sharp cackle followed by a tidal wave of equally pitched laughter echoed across the large hall and snapped Jimin out of his daydream. He swiveled his head to the sound of the noise to find that it was merely impossible to do so in a room of over three hundred people.
“Section one and two need refills. Their drinks are at the bar.” There was barely any time for Jimin to react as he was nudged towards the bar by his manager, who did not know his name nor cared to learn it. He was a tall and grubby man who seemingly did not care for anyone but the money he placed in his pocket at the end of the night.
Walking towards the bar made him feel the usual normal sweat he always endured. Not that he did this often as the language barrier caused communicational issues, but he was relieved to take the temporary position after the raise in rent for his apartment shot up without warning. Maybe it wouldn’t have been a big deal to anyone else, but it burned a hole in his pocket. His job at the bookstore paid well enough to help him get by but the rise in costs for textbooks, food, rent and phone calls began to pile up. He had promised himself to never take servicing jobs again, but in desperate times, there were desperate measures taken.
Still, it didn't mean he had to enjoy it.
The bartender, who wore a similar mask to his own but had gold instead of silver nodded his head to the tray of drinks and turned to continue cutting limes and orange slices. Jimin slowly grabbed the tray and with careful steps, walked towards the front of the room, avoiding the drunken party-goers who made the event seem like a rave concert rather than an engagement party. Hell, he didn’t even know it was an engagement party until he saw the sign in front of the entrance. He couldn’t read it, but anyone who knew anything would know that the two rings in the painting signified marriage.
He hadn't worked at that particular hotel before, so the layout was unknown to him. However, it was easy to not speak at all, (he thanked every deity ever up above because of it), as all he had to do was look out for which table had empty drinks that resembled the ones he had on the tray. He waltzed up to the table that matched his tray and began to exchange drinks for the refilled ones. He never looked up from his task, not that he needed to anyway.
No one noticed him that night for two reasons – he was a staff member waiting on hand and foot and he had a mask that covered his face, keeping a wall between everyone. It was a relief that he could walk around without fear of being called over to be reduced to a pretty thing on someone’s arm. Even with his suit of armor in the shape of a cheap mask, he felt himself stiff.
He had lived with stiffness and paranoia in his bones since he was born a gorgeous little boy in his mother’s arms – but that was ways across the ocean and with a name that he no longer identified with.
So he shook it off, carrying the tray to the back kitchen where the heat of pots and stoves prickled his skin. He laid the tray of drinks near the sink where a Hispanic boy was washing dishes and who merely nodded his head in acknowledgement.
Rinse and repeat.
Get drinks filled to the brim with legal poison, clean up the old drinks, bring them to the back.
Rinse and repeat.
He followed this pattern to the point he could feel his shirt wrinkling with every second passing. Sweat began to pour down his neck and he consistently patted his face to ensure he didn’t look like he had jumped into the olympic sized pool that was down the hall. By the end of the night, he was sure that he had lost nearly all of the liquid in his body to the extensive labor he had of walking, carrying, moving for over ten hours at that point.
Nearing three in the morning, when most of the guests had begun to flee to their rooms either in groups or in duos fumbling around as if they were rabid animals, he was directed to clean the outside balcony. One step outside and he could feel his vision go black – just an array of glasses and fallen bracelets and glass littering the entire balcony.
How disgusting the aristocracy are.
He cleaned up the spills and cracked glass, giving the last of his energy to finish the last task before making his way home. He tied up the garbage bags and stepped forward to enter back into the main ballroom. But he stopped and instead dropped the bags near the door and moved forward to leaned on the railing of the balcony, allowing the cool wind to soothe his neck and flow through his thin button up shirt. With a deep inhale and the closing of eyes, he stared out into the night, allowing the moon to cast light on him like a spotlight on a stage. He could hear laughter and something else that he didn’t care or feel comfortable paying attention to.
When he opened his eyes, taking in the garden down below, he smiled for the first time that night. It looks gorgeous, something out of a painting from the little he could see in the dark of night. Trees, fountains and florals. It would be a great place to propose or have a first date. He wondered if the couple that was being celebrated had something as beautiful as this in their engagement story. To get married was a commitment and a great beauty for two souls who desired to be intertwined – something he could only imagine and receive from novels.
Snap.
His head swiveled to the sound of something cracking and his eyes landed downward to a figure standing near the side of the garden below him.
Eyes met.
The gown she wore was sparkly and had a soft pink hue that made her glow. A mask, one that was the same pink as her gown, sat on her face like a tiara – something she was worthy of from the way she stood.
She stared up at him, lips parting in a soft gasp, but she made no move to keep walking. It was as if she was staring at something she had longed for – like an ex-lover that got away or a forbidden piece of gold she wanted to touch. She never took her eyes off of him, a view of awe and glued to the ground.
He opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but he didn’t know what for. At the same time, she copied his movement as her pink lips parted, Noticing their parallel movements, he blushed red but she let out a giggle. It wasn't pointed to humiliate him, but a laughter of amusement, of a jester accidentally making the princess laugh.
“I didn’t mean to startle you.” She smiled brightly, tilting her in a teasing way, “Forgive me?"
Jimin didn't move, didn't speak, only lifted his head up and down in response. He wasn't allowed to talk to guests and he actually physically couldn't. English never came easy to him and even with over a year of learning, his mind couldn't stick to it. And Americans never spoke Korean unless they were Korean themselves.
At his nod, she chuckled once more, probably taking his silence as shyness, and opened her mouth once again before some loud sound caught her attention. A voice calling out from beyond the garden. At this, he turned away from the balcony, grabbing the bags and stepping into the ballroom.
He wasn’t blind and wasn’t stupid as many thought he was. Even with the little English he knew, body language was universal. However, it wasn’t for him – the idea of comfort in a world filled with rubies and velvet lined chairs. In another world, they could have met in a room like the one he was cleaning, but in this one, he was just a waiter and she was a vibrant guest. The glimmer, the spark, the tether, that held tightly around his neck like a noose, was something that he escaped once.
He would never go back again.
Not for a pretty face.
Not for all the money or fame in the world.
Not for the chance to feel human for once.
And although the simple few words could have meant nothing, it was a door he never wanted to cross, let alone see in his life. So he threw out the trash, collected his paycheck, and walked to the bus stop with his belongings strapped to his back as he moved from fantasy driven land of the Parthenia hotel and into the late night trash covered roads of reality.
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all comments, reposts, likes, etc are all appreciated!!!!
the year is 1980, the start of a new decade, start of new lives. one timeline, seven story, all intertwining into one another as obsession (or the fates) take over the lives of seven men, who fall into the hands of women who's pasts and presents are made up of bones and bodies buried deep into graves never to be dug up. seven women who have long known what is means to be in a world where darkness overtakes when they collide with the men who become chained to them by blood. the gods rolled the dice...and it's they who shall suffer the consequences.
{warning: this file has been sealed by the governor and attorney general of california. it's content is only to be seen by approved personnel. level 5 filing}
these stories are all part of a connected universe, could be read as stand-alone if one doesn't mind spoilers or major confusion. i recommend reading in order, but it is up to you of course. please read warnings and tags before consuming this piece of media. what you read it under your discretion. at no point am i writing personally about events, people, places, cultures, etc. all of this is part of a fictional story i wanted to write and is done with the upmost research. i do not condone these actions of violence (and of others; mentioned in tags) in real life. this is not factual and i am not representing the actual personalities or events or people (fictional or not) at all. i am not representing the actual members of BTS nor do I claim to know their actual personalities.
WARNINGS/TAGS: the following stories may contain one or more of these tags, please read the tags in the beginning of chapters/stories in order to determine if you wish to read the piece of fictional media: 18+, yandere actions/behavior, stalking, coercion, strong/explicit language, drug use, alcohol consumption, medication, explicit content, sexual themes, sexual implications, sexual events (smut), assault (sexual and/or physical), misandry, manipulation, psychological conditioning, guilt tripping, victim blaming, kidnapping, illegal activities, selling and trading of illicit substances, blood, gore, murder, obsession, unhealthy relationships (familial, romantic, friendship), power imbalances, traumatic events, and more (i.e dead dove, do not eat). these characters are not all likable, and have many flaws (besides the yk....yandere stuff), but you may find yourself confused on how to feel.
reading order: prologue, helen, (more tba)
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HELEN OF TROY: a missing persons report was made a month after this unknown victim's disappearance. he was last seen in los angeles, california in april of 1980. it is unknown if he had been kidnapped, coerced, ran away and/or other. the only proof of his existence in the area (or in general) was due to a unverified statement. "cold" case - unresolved as of 1981.
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@kookhronickles original work, please do not edit, translate, copy, or plagarize
hey guys small update. I’ve recently gone through what we all call the ao3 curse (I was updating and BAM) 😭 so I will be updating in the near future just figuring some stuff out. Thank you all for you patience. Additionally new TS album ❤️🔥
this is gonna sound weird but like everytime i listen to meet me in the hallway & cherry by harry styles i can picture jj singing at MOSHPIT
not weird at all I’ll have random song on my playlist and I’ll be like “wait—“ just imagine the whoosh effect of that’s so raven 😭😭 but yes I love hearing all the theories and songs yall have for the SMAU imma make a playlist…I think
obx take: Luke should have remained JJ’s father and instead resents JJ because Groff killed Larissa out of anger that she cheated and that the baby would take her fortune. JJ is the son of an affair and ended in death — Larissa could have never been with him either way and he’s stuck with a son that caused his mother’s death. Insert the alcoholic father and abusive nature. (Makes me wanna cry) Larissa’s background with Luke makes too much sense not to have this plot line. Maybe Groff lies to JJ and say that he’s his real father (as he would) and then the rest of the reason is JJ trying to bond with his supposed father and then realizing it’s a lie. The revenge motive makes sense (and if we keep the og plotline) the fact that Groff stabs JJ is like he’s killing Larissa all over again. He’s killing her legacy and her son. BAM! Would have been overly heartbreaking even then - both his “fathers” failed him and a mother who couldn’t be there to defend him.
Put ME in the writers room. (I would have never allowed that JJ shit to happen)
OBJECTIVE: In response to the rise of violent misogynistic, manospheric, red-pill and incel (romantic) characterization of Rafe Cameron, I decided to create a campaign for writers to join me to combat it.
RULES: Simply, write a fic about Rafe and Reader where Rafe (a) doesn't act like those terms above, or (b) if he does, where Reader doesn't tolerate that behavior and calls him out on it. You can create a mean/bitchy Reader if you want, but it's not required. All this campaign aims to do is bring together more writers and readers who want to see less of those misogynistic fics and more nuanced takes.
INTERACTIONS: I will be reblogging all those who join this campaign. I want to help facilitate and build up the community. To do so, either drop your link in my inbox, and/or use the tag #zyafics-mrgacampaign. Also, I will be adding the work to this post for a curated list.
ADDITIONAL NOTES: (Optional) If you want to follow the theme of this post, you absolutely can! The hex codes I used for this post are: FCDD00 - E62601 - 28282B, and the divider I created myself, so feel free to use them!
TO CLARIFY: In this campaign, you can also go the DDDNE route! You can create a misogynistic, incelic, or manospheric character of Rafe. But the objective is to not romanticize it. Address it. Inform your audience narratively, lyrically, or thematically that the context is harmful. That's all I ask.
DATES: 06/24/2025 – Present
EXERCEPT: FULL THROTTLE
– MAYBANK!READER x BIKER!RIVAL!RAFE
THIS!!! while fictional these things do effect the political climate surrounding women and men alike. not that we don’t have creative liberties but there is a large line between some dark themes and romanticing abuse/ sexual assault / etc.
pairing; TALKSHOW HOST!FEM!READER X GUITARIST!JJ MAYBANK (SMAU)
summary; following the events of last season, the final events of MOSHPIT are coming up along with a major decision our talkshowhost! has to make. blue is on the verge of what she wants, what is needed and what she has to choose from (and not just career-wise). with the press and all eyes on her, can she make it to the finale with her secrets intact?
tags; SMAU, college au, fake-dating | masterlist
episodes; ep 2, ep 3, ep 4
darlinglore: gotta love the NYC gang. i know some stuff doesn't make a lot of sense, but it will. remember that these boys and girl have known blue since childhood - they understand her a tad more, but blue's in her healing era now!!!
hellooo this is really random but whenever i listen to "fresh out the slammer" by taylor swift i always always always think of blue and jj and i kinda get a feeling that song can somewhat describe this season
The way TTPD has altered my life has to be studied. BUT TOTALLY!!! Especially “now pretty baby I’m running back home to you” like let’s be so honest. Home as in a) obx and b) each other - a safe space. I also interpret the song to not just be romantic but as running back to something Taylor gave up in order to be with the one she loves. With this in context, JJ ran back to blue, who he avoided bc he didn’t know if she knew him or would want to know him — kind like the sentiment “If you love them let them go”. Blue runs back to JJ bc she gave up a lot bc of pressure (aka mommy dearest which we will dive into later) and also the fact that she moved and ran into him later in life. It could also be seen in how she ditched Achilles to be with JJ.
Diving into season two, they’re both at odds with one another. Not bc of each other but of other factors in their lives - secret, friends and the public sphere. They both have a lot to loose and yet are willing to run back to each other after they are “released” from their prison aka the factors and lies. The line “for just one hours of sunshine” (aka those in solitary confinement only get one hour outside) is them finding each other in small moments from their public lives and “for just one glimpse of his/her smile” — just for a moment to see the other happy even though they know they’ll have to go back - and now they have to make a choice.
In this essay, I will-
(Thank you for listening to my Ted talk and TJANK YOU FOR MENTIONING THIS)
pairing; TALKSHOW HOST!FEM!READER X GUITARIST!JJ MAYBANK (SMAU)
summary; following the events of last season, the final events of MOSHPIT are coming up along with a major decision our talkshowhost! has to make. blue is on the verge of what she wants, what is needed and what she has to choose from (and not just career-wise). with the press and all eyes on her, can she make it to the finale with her secrets intact?
tags; SMAU, college au, fake-dating | masterlist
episodes; ep s2 ep 1, ep 2, ep 3
darlinglore: guess who's backkkkkkkk!!!! i put a few easter eggs in here lol (i can't wait for the theories) this one is extra long since you have been so patient (btw the song is mainly 'the loneliest' by maneskin so the beat and wording is similar bc i fucking love that band) but thank you all for reading! i should have more posted soon
official timeline for R&R (JJ MAYBANK SMAU): after may 9 or possibly after may 15th, I will be back full time to continue the SMAU. It’s not discontinued or anything I’m just almost done with school thank you all for being patient <3
