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Be My Groupie | hjs
โ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐โ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ง๐.โ
โณ You'll be there for him until the day he forgets you, his biggest and most dedicated fan. Only he'll never forget you. He just needs to tell you.
โณ Han Jisung x female reader
โณ Best friends to lovers romance trope. Established relationship, rockstar Jisung, essentially pwp, angst and tension, references to imposter syndrome and generalised anxiety, a deliciously smutty end.
! Explicit content, adult themes, 4.2k, suitable for 18+ readers only !
ใPart of the skz tropes collab w @yoongihanใ ใmain contents listใ ใยฉ February 2024 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
The strikes across your calendar had all counted down to this.
A single night that would not only shape your best friendโs future, but that would validate the years of hard work he had dedicated to the pursuit of his music. You knew well of those, for you were there for all of them. The tears and the frustration, the euphoria in between; Jisung had poured so much of himself that was both emotional and physical into what he loved, and now, it was to come to a glorious head.
The hype around this concert had been your sole source of energy since Jisung excitedly informed you of it.
โIโve struck fucking gold, baby!โ heโd exclaimed, too giddy to catch his breath. โWeโre playing Liberty!โ
To tackle the biggest music venue in the city where the famed of the industry had played was no small achievement; a genuine concert hall, so far removed from the dive bars and pubs he was used to and that you were so accustomed to watching him in. Long hours youโd spent talking of his โbig breakโโ when it would happen (because the likelihood was surely no question), what it would look like. Indeed, it was fair to say you wished for nothing more than your best friend to taste the rich delight of success and happiness. It was only what he deserved. Him, so giving and dedicated. Him, so stuck to you for so long. Him; so endearingly oblivious.
The nature of your friendship was such that, when you thought about it, you suppose you stood no chance of not falling in love. You were so close to him as to fail to picture life without him, and it had been that way since high school. Jisung was everything you looked for in a man, and whether the standards came before him or not, you had struggled to much compromise on them with others, and youโd tried more than once. He was so beautiful as to break your heart in the right light, so kind as to remind you what it meant to be a good person. So sweet and without a truly cruel bone in his body. So wildly unable to balance his moods, the peaks of his joy and depths of his despair as interchangeable as the weather. Though the time spent with him was done so with no ulterior motive, for you had made your peace with unrequited infatuation long ago, there was an inherent romance to the dark hours you spent with him, locked in his garage and much later, his studio, listening contently to the tracks he shared first and foremost with you, for your ears and opinion meant more to him than those of his own manager. Much privileged were you to be in such a position, and the joy of exclusivity threatened more than once to tip the scales of your self-control. To be allowed to see into the soul of the man before any other person alive; to witness his arms curl about his guitar and his lips part in sweet song and his eyes flash with all spectrums of emotion was one of the greatest delights of life. The strongest, if you were to admit it.
And you so see; you never stood a chance.
The Play of You and I | bc
โ๐๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐๐ง๐โฆโ
โณ There is nothing time leaves untouched. It changes all, as it changed you and him, and though those sepia days of childhood seem so far now, you cling to them fondly. When sudden grief tears the man you know - the boy - from himself, it falls to you to bring him back. It was nice to play pretend for a while.
โณ Bang Chan x female reader
โณ Childhood friends to lovers romance trope. Angst and hurt/comfort, budding romance and yearning, grief and loss, referenced drug use and severe addiction/withdrawal the consequences therein, slow burn.
! Mature content, adult themes, 10.2k, suitable for 18+ readers only !
ใPart of the skz tropes collab w @yoongihanใ ใmain contents listใ ใยฉ February 2024 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
Twenty-eight years
There once was a boy.
He wasnโt a remarkable boy. Wouldn't be recorded in the annals of history for any great feat of bravery or wonder of strength. He wouldnโt change the world or its archaic institutions. He wouldnโt break records or revolutionise or rally or do much of anything other than live his quiet, small life, because he was just a boy. A perfectly ordinary boy. And you liked him that way.
You liked his dimples and his mop of ochre brown curls and his Australian twang. You liked the games he invented and the โletโs pretendโ that would excitedly precede every occasion of play. Most of all, you liked the hour just after school where, from your childhood bedroom window, you would watch him trot across the sunlit street to knock on your door and steal you away to the treehouse his father had constructed in the very nearby woods, whereupon you lived in a world of carefree creation and make-believe.
It had always been just him and his father; a sad fact that as a child both confounded you and compelled you to quiz:
โBut where is your mummy? You donโt have one? Why? My mummy says everyone has a mummy. She says I came from her tummy. Where did you come from?โ
Chan only ever shrugged and ran off to play, as complacent of your questioning as ever he would be. As childhood faded and adolescence rolled in with all the gentile of a marching brass band, you learned that his mother had passed when he was a mere six weeks old. He told you that he was glad heโd never known her. He thought it spared him the pain of loss. You rather disagreed, and told him as much; wasnโt it better to have loved and lost?
โNo way,โ he had said. โIโd rather spend my whole life alone than lose everyone I love.โ
โBut youโre not alone. You have me and your dad,โ you had argued.
Chan shrugged and took a drag of his cigaretteโ a habit you detested. โThatโs different. Iโll never lose you two.โ
The Bodyguard | bc x lmh
A royal marriage of convenience. An unforeseen threat. A handsome, dangerous new addition to security. A king with a dark, sad secret. Not all is as it seems behind the gilded palace gates.
ao3 exclusive. registered users only. modern royal au. 18+.
this has been an incredibly long time in the making and while i estimate it'll be about ten chapters long, i am very much open to expanding as required. a lot of research went into this one in terms of the setting, tone and general faffing to get it feeling right, but ultimately, it's one big excuse to have king chrissy fucked in a crown. get comfortable and enjoy dear beans. i'm excited to share. feedback and after thoughts, as always, appreciated. mica x
โYour Majesty; may I present Police Sergeant Minho Lee.โ
Christopher wasnโt sure what to expect when confronted with the man that was to be his personal bodyguard for the next however long. The ideas heโd had were of a man hardened by the years of military service detailed in the dossier, worn by the tours and rough around the edges.
Lee Minho wasnโt any of those things.
He followed Waites into the room, hands clasped neatly behind his back. Suited in smart black and white and with an earpiece that disappeared under a wave of chestnut coloured hair and into the collar of his shirt, he carried with him an aura unlike Christopher had ever encountered. It wasnโt quite intimidationโthe delicately sharp features of his straight face werenโt up to thatโbut it was something so indescribable as to make Christopherโs stomach churn with anticipation the longer he looked at those focused almond eyes. He was broad across his shoulders yet slim through the middle, his chest padded with what Christopher assumed must be a vest of some sort underneath the crisp shirt.
The man bowed low, his back kept straight. โIt is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty.โ
His voice was surprisingly light; not one that Christopher imagined capable of barking orders at a platoon or anything so forceful. It had that foreign twang to it, where the pronunciation of the โLโ caught just a little on the tongue, and it warmed Christopher inexplicably.
Palms suddenly clammier than before, the king summoned his nerve and approached the man, hand outstretched to take it in polite greeting. Minho read the cue, met Christopherโs hand in a shake that was both gentle and firm, and Christopher said breathily, โThe pleasure is all mine.โ
When the handshake was done, Christopher felt the linger of warmth in his palm. Had he detected callouses, too?
Waites spoke then. โSergeant Lee is to accompany you as your designated PPO, sir, from now until such a time as the police are satisfied the threat is passed.โ
Christopher nodded, tearing his eyes from the man stood statuesquely.
โI should like to speak with the sergeant alone, if you please, Waites.โ
โOf course, sir. Shall I inform Her Majesty of theโโ
โNo. I shall see Katherine later.โ
Waites lingered, his face stern beneath the bush of his white beard.
โThat will be all, Waites.โ
The private secretary bowed, said, โSir,โ and took his leave.
Without the discerning eye of Waites burning through his confidence, Christopher felt he could finally take a breath. With the heavy thud of the door drawing closed, he sagged into one of the plush armchairs, his bones brittle with tension.
Minho stood, hands still behind his back.
โDo sit down, please,โ Christopher said politely.
โIโd prefer to stand, sir.โ
Christopher huffed a gentle laugh. โI see. Forever on duty?โ
Minho nodded. โSomething like that, sir.โ
The king wondered if this was supposed to be as stilted as it was. Meeting new people wasnโt something he was generally adept at, but there seemed something of an ease to the way heโd watched Katherine do it. Then again, sheย wasย a social butterfly. He was more of a stagnant larva.
โHave you been shown to your quarters yet?โ Christopher asked in lieu of being able to think of anything else. โI assume you will be residing on palace grounds.โ
โYes, sir. For the duration of this job, sir.โ
โAnd they are to your liking?โ
โIโve slept in worse places than a palace, sir.โ
โQuite. Of course. Sorry.โ
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posโฆsessโฆor | scb
โ๐๐จ๐ฎโ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ค, ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ?โ
โณ Possess (verb): to have and hold as property: own. To seize and take control of: possession. To control firmly: dominate.
โณ Seo Changbin x female reader
โณ Established d/s relationship, dominant Changbin, d/s dynamics and inherent principles etc, angst and smut
! Explicit content, adult themes, 5.3k, suitable for 18+ readers only !
ใยฉ October 2023 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
a/n: a purely self-indulgent rework of a very old fic. switch off and enjoy. mica x
<< are you in class?
<< call me when youโre done.
<< baby
<< you know better than to leave me on read.
<< this isn't how we play.
Others wouldnโt understand it; this thing you have with him.
Freak Show Talk | 3racha, lmh
๐. ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐จ
โณ A famous rapper trio looking to open their relationship. A charismatic dancer looking to open your mind. A myriad of possibilities, none of them tame. In at least one thing, Chan was right. This can't end PG.
โณ 3racha x Lee Know x female reader
โณ All drabble chapters <1k
โณ 3racha au, fwb, free use, fujoshi reader, polyamory and enm, angst, smut, mxm, fxm, perceived mental illness, dead dove do not eat
! Explicit content, adult themes, suitable for 18+ readers only !
ใContents Listใ ย ใยฉ September 2023 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
a/n: welcome to what happens when a commission gets out of hand. and that's probably putting this mess politely. i tried something new w this series, partly to attempt to address what seems to be a diminishing tolerance for longer chapters, but mostly to improve my style. this is shorter, but snappier. the challenges i faced w this story were some of the most difficult, the topics within some of the rawest. i like to think i got there in the end. (ty thea for putting up w my constant despairing). please heed the warnings and as much as you're able to: enjoy. dedicated to dear sanne, who initially commissioned a drabble. have eighty-five x
โMinho!โ
Saviour | bc
โ๐๐ญ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐.โ
โณ In a post-apocalyptic world where only the toughest survive, you have a singular purpose: find the leader of the mysterious gang that took everything from you, and end him.
โณ 15.5k
โณ Bang Chan x female reader
โณ Zombie apocalypse au, mafia au, mafia leader Chan, starring skz ensemble, strangers to lovers, romance, eventual smut
! Explicit content, violence, adult themes throughout, suitable for 18+ readers only !
ใยฉ May 2021, rewritten August 2023 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
Through the crumbling remains of the once vibrant metropolis of New York, you walk alone.
Feet sore and legs aching, the pain is a reminder of how long youโve been wandering. Your clothes clings unforgivingly to your sweat-drenched skin, every breath you rake in is a scrape of acrid air down your throat. The backpack strapped tightly around you weighs considerably less than it used to, and thatโs not half the relief it should be.
Passing a destroyed shop front, the sign of which reads a faded red โDELIโ, you spy a stack of plastic crates. With the weight of exhaustion slowing you, you pause to sit down, unlatching the clasp of the backpack. It falls from your body with a thump; your shoulders thank you for the break.
It feels like summer now. The days are longer, nights warmer. You squint and look up; the encroaching sunset stretches hues of pink and orange over the derelict landscape, what little glass remains in the skyscrapers catches sharp rays of waning sunlight. Shrubs and wild foliage sprout amongst the broken concrete, the streets and buildings long since abandoned by civilisation for nature to reclaim, perfect habitats for the small animals that dart about the city scavenging for food. In that you are not so different. Structures that still stand do so with a dark and deathly quiet, their depths inhabited by undead nightmares that human reason was forced to comprehend when the world fell. Avoiding them isnโt too cumbersome a task; keep to the open streets, travel in daylight, sleep lightly and only when the insomnia will allow (for youโve come to learn that the brain protects the body, and if itโs denying you sleep, itโs for your own good).
With some time left before sundown proper, you take a moment. Fishing inside your backpack, you retrieve your trusted water bottle, holding it to your ear and giving it a shake; your heart sinks. Water and food now a scarce luxury, youโve seen one too many times how strong a force it can be in driving men to madness. Friends against friends, brothers against sisters; sometimes itโs hard to tell the creatures from the humans. Youโre glad to be able to say youโve abstained from such barbaric means. Indeed, youโd sooner give up what little you possessed than resort to hurting another in the name of survival. Something of an odd take in this world, you suppose, but integrity ought to mean something still, to someone. Identity ought to be worth more, when there is so little to be owned by so fewโ even if itโs likely to cost you something in this world karma has long since abandoned. Youโll pay the price.
Dressing Down | hhj
โ๐๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ?โ
โณ A shopping trip with the gloriously attractive, delightfully oblivious man you've lusted after since time began? During a particularly lengthy dry spell? Definitely not a recipe for disaster.
โณ Hyunjin x female reader
โณ 5.8k
โณ Best friends to lovers, romance, mutual pining, angst and sexual tension with a happy ending, eventual smut
! Explicit content, adult themes throughout, suitable for 18+ readers only !
ใยฉ July 2020, rewritten July 2023 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
Twelve sharp, heโd said.
Be on time, heโd said.
Do not miss your alarm, heโd said.
And so it is that Hwang Hyunjin, ever a paragon of hypocrisy, is running late. Youโd be surprised if it wasnโt so utterly on brand.
The last message you sent him says something towards your growing impatience:
<< where the fuck are you hwang
Feeling (and looking) not unlike a spare dick at a wedding, you loiter outside the mall entrance, glancing up and down the busy street for any sign of the honey-blonde head you fully intend to forcefully remove from the shoulders. Itโs warm todayโnicely sunny, the sky is a pleasant powdery blueโwhich posed good enough reason to dig out the summer wear from the deepest recesses of your wardrobe set for autumn. Days like this, you rather enjoy; waking up to unexpected warmth, the universal lifting of moods that, in your case, at least lasted until your best friend soured it with his tardiness.
Perhaps it wouldnโt irritate so much if he hadnโt pressed so hard against your insistence on picking him up in favour of driving himself, yet the reasons for that were plain enough: heโs just purchased a brand-new BMW convertible, billiard red and as garish as garish comes. Quite how a second-year college students affords such an expense continues to elude you, but where Hyunjin is concerned, flamboyance is par for the course.
I Really F**king Like You | bc
โณ Tinder matched and subsequently ghosted by the hot guy that lives across from you, youโre mostly resigned to singleton life, dejected and somewhat fed up. That is, until a screwed up delivery turns things around, in the most unexpected of ways.
โณ Bang Chan x female reader
โณ 10.7k
โณ Strangers to lovers, DILF/single dad Chan, neighbours au, online dating au, romance, angst with a happy ending, eventual smut
! Explicit content, adult themes, suitable for 18+ readers onlyย !
ใยฉ August 2022, reposted May 2023 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
Flat 2.
As in, the accommodation between flats one and three.
As in, the residence opposite yours.
As in, the living space occupied by him.
Youโd had a good day, up until this point. Work had been relatively peaceful, save for that one particularly stubborn customer that simply couldnโt grasp the concept of needing proof of purchase for a refund.
You suppose that in this moment, you know how that customer had felt. Looking down at the neatly strung brown paper parcel in your hands, youโre confused, concerned, and more than a little annoyed.
The label on the box reads, stark and clear, โCopper Court, Flat 2โ. Yet here you are, having retrieved it from your pigeon hole; and your pigeon hole most certainly isnโt labelled โFlat 2โ.
Your first thought is to shove the parcel in his pigeon hole, and you would, were it not already stuffed full to the brim with letters and magazines, spam leaflets from the local takeaway offering twenty percent off pizzas on a Tuesday.
A good neighbour would just take it up to Flat 2. A good neighbour would empty the pigeon hole of its current postal nightmare and take that up too, hand delivering it with a smile.
But hereโs the thing.
Something In The Rain | lmh
โ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ง๐๐ซ.โ
โณ Chapter ยผ ofย Something In The Rain.ย Inside the polished walls of Help, Heart and Justice Limited, you work under the guidance of enigmatic senior attorney Lee Minho to support him and his legal team. And perhaps under all the professionalism, feelings stray, yet youโre committed to keeping said feelings buried whilst you pine from afar. Until an act of kindness on a dark, rainy evening turns everything upside down; for even the most put together of men must indulge their demonic appetites.
โณย Lee Know x female reader
โณ 9k
โณ Supernatural au, strangers/colleagues to lovers, office romance, lust demon Lee Know, eventual smut
! Explicit content, adult themes, suitable for 18+ readers onlyย !
ใContents Listใ ย ใยฉ May 2023 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
Rainy nights are truly among your favourite things.
It seems universally known that there is something inexplicably and inherently comforting about them.
To speak personally of your own comfort, itโs sitting in a space of your own making, wrapped up in warmth while outside the elements rage. Youโre far from afraid of such weatherโrather, you admire the raw power of natureโyet watching the downpour from the safety of indoors brings contentment. There is separation from the chill and the wet: youโre out of reach of the unforgiving bite. When the melodic patter of heavy raindrops bears down on you, there is stillness and serenity, and what follows is catharsis.
You long for such peace in this moment, as the unforgiving rain streaks the twenty-fifth-floor windows, distorting the dark panorama of the city.
Youโre no stranger to long days, thoroughly conditioned to late office hours. Indeed, where others may be inclined to gripe about such overtime requirements, you consider it an obligation, for the nature of litigation demands an overinvestment of attention. Assisting a small team of attorneys under the much larger corporate umbrella of Help, Heart and Justice Limited equates you to something of a small fish in a big pond; your efforts to reach above and beyond the outline of your role go largely unnoticed by those that swim high above, assuredly carnivorous in proclivity. And thatโs fine. Itโs always been fine. You work to assist the people, for the people, neither assuming nor seeking praise.
At least, thatโs what you tell yourself; that your reasons for lingering at the office are chaste and noble, that your integrity is intact when you bend over backwards to accommodate the enigmatic senior attorney that heads your team. To claim your efficiency and dedication is a product of anything other than an ironclad work ethic would be incomprehensibly unprofessional, wildly slanderous, a cruel accusation.
Perfect Distraction | lfl
โ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโฆโ ย
โณ Felix is the perfectly untouchable man you can only long for from the back of the college lecture hall; until a chance encounter and offer of distraction brings those yearnings closer than you ever thought was possible.
โณ Felix x female reader
โณ 8.6k
! Strong language, college au, strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst, slow burn, explicit sexual content, vanilla sex, oral sex (f. and m. rec), body worship, praise, use of pet names, sexual discovery, adult themes throughout !
ใsuitable for 18+ readers onlyใ ย ใยฉ July 2020, rewritten April 2023 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
Felixโs back was a profound thing.
It was where you found your gaze most often lingering when the monotony of lectures led your mind to wander, and perhaps that was natural; it stands to reason that one should firstly see whatโs right in front of them. Perhaps the heightened interest with which you examined him day after day was also just as natural.
Or perhaps not.
Still; the extraordinary demanded your undivided attention. And that wasnโt to say it was Felixโs back itself that was extraordinary. By all accounts, it was a perfectly normal back. Rather it was the feelings that cropped up when examining said back with a slow and appreciative eye that it made it so special.
There had been changes since the term started; imperceptible to anyone else, you were sure. The span of his shoulders was broader now, the fit of his shirts a little snugger. The outlining curve of his shoulder blades had strengthened, his hunching over desk or rising into a stretch offered glimpses of the toned muscle beneath the cotton. The days where he ran late and thus rallied to make lectures in time were your favourite, for on those days the silver tresses usually gathered neatly at his nape were damp with the sweat of exertion, the pale skin beneath blushed. Occasionally he might scratch his neck, and you would wonder if he felt the tickle of your gaze burning so bright a hole into him, the prospect equal parts needlessly giddying and mortifying. Thoughts would roll around your mind, and arguably, were best kept there: would he be soft to touch? Perhaps heโd be surprisingly firm. How would his back look in the absence of a shirt?
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Wrong For You | hrj
โ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐.โ
โณ He's been your best friend since college, and you've been in love with him just as long. Procrastination can only get you so far; now he has a girlfriend, and she's so very, very wrong.
โณ Renjun x female reader
โณ 8.6k
! Strong language, friends to lovers, bestie vs. gf, themes of rivalry, gaslighting, insecurities poked at, gf is an unpleasant individual beware, mutual pining, tension and angst, explicit sexual content, so much making out, dirty talk, angst w a happy ending, adult themes throughout !
ใsuitable for 18+ readers onlyใ ย ใยฉ April 2023 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
Today, the city is grey.
The sky is a blanket of heavy, dark cloud, the winter rainfall is dense and unforgiving. Gathered puddles on the pavements spill over to the roadside drains, collecting in dips and cracks of concrete. Passing cars kick up waves of surface spray, their windscreen wipers frantic. Pedestrians huddle under their umbrellasโthe only sight of colour aroundโrushed in their paces and keen to get out of the cruel weather.
Staring listlessly through the rain-streaked window of the second-floor cafรฉ, you try to recall what the city looked like basking in the warmth of sunshine. You miss it; this winter has felt especially endless. Two months until spring comes.
Renjun snaps his fingers in front of your face. โHello?โ
Pulled from your daze, you blink back to clarity. Renjun frowns at you from across the table, his pout a tempting swell of glossy pink. His two-tone black and blonde is swept back from his forehead, his white jacket finished with the blue beads around his neck.
โMight as well have come here by my damn self,โ he grumbles.
โSorry,โ you sigh. โIโm so out of it today. Hate this weather.โ
He hums, stirring his cappuccino with a dainty teaspoon. You know he agrees; heโs a sunshine bug too.
โWe should go on a trip,โ you suggest.
Renjun pauses his stirring; he looks at you incredulously over his silver rimmed glasses.
โLike we used to,โ you press. โRemember the hot springs? God, they were so fun. Itโs been too long.โ
โYeah. Maybe.โ
โYour enthusiasm is staggering, Jun. I can go by myself.โ
โNo, sorry. I didnโt mean to be a downer. Itโs just... things are complicated now.โ
Complicated. You wonder if he knows thatโs not how most guys refer to the existence of their girlfriends.
Heavenโs Demise | hhj
โ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐โ๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก.โ ย
โณ Do you wonder, dear reader, what it was made me the man I am? What it was made me capable of doing the things I did that fateful night in Seventh Heaven? Yes? Then come close. Get comfortable as I tell you of what came before. I dare say youโll want to sit down. But, oh noโฆ donโt be frightened, sweet kitten. Youโre in the very best of hands.
โณ Hwang Hyunjin x OCs, first person perspective
โณ 16.3k
! Unrequited prequel spin-off story (strongly recommend you read Unrequited and Unmatched for extra context), strong language, heavy angst and tension, explicit sexual content, unreliable narrator, themes of mental illness and surrounding issues therein, psychological diagnosis, murder, stalking, gaslighting and manipulation, a very morally grey main character, strong yandere themes throughout, obsession and ownership, intrusive thoughts, this story is not for the faint of heart please heed these warnings, adult themes throughout !
ใUnrequitedใ ใUnmatchedใ ใsuitable for 18+ readers onlyใย ใยฉ March 2023 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
Maybe I deserve this.
Four walls and iron, isolation of the truest kind. With only these things and the banal wailing of my fellow inmates to keep me company, this is the thought I find myself aimlessly circling back to: that maybe I deserve to be here, imprisoned and stripped of everything that makes me human.
In this place, Iโm no better than a stray mutt. Kept underfoot and regarded with disgust, the sum of my crimes is all Iโm worth. My experiences, my desires, my dreams; all of it is cold, pale ash decorating the smouldering bonfire of destruction that is my life. Itโll never be the same now. Not even when I get out. Iโm branded a criminal, a violent and unstable individual that canโt be trusted in any form of employment or with any amount of responsibility. They tell me Iโm a danger to myself, to others.
To her.
It used to be that thoughts of her kept me from insanity, when I teetered precariously on the very brink of it those first few weeks after they threw me in this cage and committed me to rot. I would travelโproject, perhapsโback to the moments we had together and spend listless hours in them, memorising every detail her face, every octave of her voice as it sounded both before and after the fear set in. Now, those moments only fuel my raging resentment.
Iโm no fool, despite the courtsโ accusations. Iโm aware that the things I did lacked decorum, are frowned upon, are culturally (and apparently legally) condemnable. I am being punished for hurting another person, someone I claim to love. And thatโs what they say: that I claim to love her. They tell me my claims are false, that my affections are woefully untrue and use their textbook definitions of love as justification for doing so, for we are supposed to cherish and protect those we love. Not contribute to their tumbling down a flight of stairs.
But they misunderstand. Everyone does. Thereโs context to be applied to everything, and thatโs never more crucial than in the case of my love for her. She and I, we had something. Call it a connection, a meeting of minds. Hell, call it a fluke accident if you like, but whatever it was, it was real. I know that in my soul, as did she. My feelings manifested strongly, while hers were allowed to only flicker before they were snuffed out. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, for in it I see that Minho had assuredly clawed his way into her heart before she and I even met. Perhaps we were always doomed to fail, then.
I prefer to believe that fate gave us a chance, that I tried with everything I had to take it. Had she been strong enough to leave him, aware enough to see him for the undeserving wretch that he was, perhaps things would have been different. Perhaps I wouldnโt have been driven to entertain my compulsions.
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The Guy Next Door | hhj
โ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ฐ?โ
โณ Chapterย 1/7 of The Guy Next Door. Youโve lived in the sleepy seaside city of Saint Brides forever, despite dreams of escape and something bigger. Resigned to routine, mundanity and with rapidly diminishing dreams for the future under the strict control of life at home, you no longer remember what joy feels like; if needed, you ever knew. That is, however, until an enigmatic young man moves in next door and spins your world on its axis. In this story of firsts, experience friendship, romance, self-discovery and courage; even when things are not as they seem. Based on The Girl Next Door (2004).
โณ Female reader x Hyunjin
โณ 12.6k
!! This fic explores themes that may distress some readers i.e. familial abuse (physical, verbal, mental), extremely strict/controlling parenting, mental illness, anxiety/depression and sexual exploitation. Please proceed with caution !!
! Strong language porn star au, strangers to lovers au, college au, first times au, neighbours au, porn star Hyunjin, inexperienced reader, angst and tension, explicit sexual content, heavy sexual themes throughout, frequent reference to pornography, themes of rebellion and self-discovery, adult themes throughout !
ใsuitable for 18+ readers onlyใย ใContents Listใ ย ใยฉ October 2022 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
โIn everything, satiety closely follows the greatest pleasuresโ - Marcus Tullius Cicero
โMhm, sure Marcus.โ
Itโs not that you donโt believe heโs probably right. Indeed, most are inclined to chomp on the pearls of wisdom from the famous Roman orator; a man that lived so many centuries ago who appears to possess a more informed grip on life than you suppose you ever will.
All the same, your begrudging mumble rather encapsulates your inability to relate to the ancient sentiment in any way.
Thumb to the next page of the classical history textbook, scan down the paragraphs and over cramped font, barely absorbing Ciceroโs autobiographical information. Twirl your favourite biro between your fingers, chin propped lazily in the palm of your hand, wondering if all these hours of study have yielded anything other than the beginning pulses of a headache.
Youโve never particularly enjoyed this part of studying; the gratuitous reading, committing to memory a multitude of chronological historical events that jumble haphazardly until you canโwith relative ease under pressureโsingle one from another.
Itโs the juicier parts of classical history that piqued your interest back in high school, that subsequently determined your route of higher education. The betrayal, the political turmoil, the deceit and the drama; all of it read like a soap opera from antiquity, where law was flexible at best and the end almost always justified the questionable, bloody means.
Understand why others might perceive it mundanely, yet you never have. Those people, you surmise, just donโt know what theyโre missing, are unaware of the joys of getting to know historical icons, coming to understand them, discovering how they shaped the course of civilisation and ultimately met their untimely, (usually grisly), ends.
Itโs a niche sort of joy, youโll admit, but a joy all the same. And youโll take those wherever you can find them.
Scrawl out another quote between the stark lines of your new notepadโbecause fresh, clean stationary is the only healthy way to stimulate the intellectual juicesโyour flow is interrupted by the heavy vibration of phone against wood. Thereโs a text message that reads:
>> is there a reason youโre not at Changbinโs rn
Your heart sinks; you knew this was coming. Turning down Changbinโs offer of movie night at his place was never going to go down well with Jisung, fluttering socialite that he is. Not that you had any say in the decision itself.
<< studying
Send the blunt reply, eye roll at the near instantaneous response:
>> again
>> is there a reason youโre not here
This text, you decide, doesnโt warrant your coming back to him, and so you shove your phone aside, face down on the desk; only for it to start ringing after several minutes. Debate not answering it, and wouldnโt if Jisungโs mammoth persistence werenโt a factor. But it is, and so you must.
โHello?โ
โDonโt leave me on read, bitch.โ
Hell Hath No Fury | ljn
โณย The life of a demon hunter is solitary, dangerous, steeped in truths too deranged for the human mind to comprehend. Jeno pities humans, fragile creatures that they are. All of them require a rescue; few will get it. Yet it is one of those very humans, one of those very rescues, that threatens to turn everything he knows inside outโฆ including him.
โณ Female reader x Jeno
โณย 9.5k
!ย Demon hunter Jeno, hybrid demon/human Jeno, supernatural au, heavyย angst and tension, strong language, themes of caregiving throughout, descriptions of injury, violence, graphic gore, religious connotations and references, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. rec), knife play, blood play, wet and messy, blood as an aphrodisiac and drug, frequent reference to drug-induced states, blood consumption in supernatural terms, creampie, themes of possession, strength kink, size kink (my guy is just big), breeding kink, this one is not for the faint of heart please heed these warnings, adult themes throughout !
ใsuitable for 18+ readers onlyใ ย ใยฉ September 2022 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
At night, the streets are alight.
Jeno doesnโt know what it is. Maybe anticipation of the dark, perhaps the heavy cover that comes with extinguished light. Could be purely statistical, nothing more complicated than the increased likelihood of finding an inebriated human when the lights go down and the bars flicker to life; for those without their wits are vulnerable, and even more so in the dark.
Jeno gave up on trying to understand the ways of demons long ago. Learned the hard way that to apply logic and reason to their antics is an industrial strength kind of folly, for the malcontent demons spread bears no sense. They hate for the ease of it. Hurt for the thrill of it. Ensnare humans with their vitriol promises and saccharine sweet temptations, to an ultimately grisly end.
There are clear cut lines that Jeno follows. Always, he knows where he stands. There is light, and there is dark, and the only ones existing in the limbo between are those ignorant of the world beyond their own; the victims, the normies, the humans.
Refers to them as though he isnโt one of them; a human. And strictly, heโs not. His blood is tainted, impure, neither human nor demon entirely, for the sins of his mother live perpetually in his veins. Took many years to embrace himself, the stigma of his heritage a foul and burdensome weight on his shoulders that refused him acceptance to eitherโto anyโkind of circle. But Jeno knows how to be alone now. Prefers it.
The perks are few to be counted, but nonetheless, exist. In his hybrid blood lives abilities that mould him into the strongest of demon hunters. Immunity to demon powers and glamours, clarity to their ways. Heightened senses to detect the faintest sound, the tang of salted sweat in the air. Speed to run, to catch, to bound between shadows when the hunt calls him, and it does so every night. So he knicks the flesh of his wrist, drinks of himself, allows the boiling surge of power to sweep him away until eyes are blood red and he knows nothing but the urge to vanquish the evils of hell, and perhaps, if he were to be entirely truthful, a piece of himself every time. Itโs far better than heroin; knows from experience. Indeed, no earthly narcotic comes close to the sizzle and pop of his own blood on his tongue, the sensation of his head full of cotton yet everything is loud, bright, alive.
Saving humans from the clutches of demons comes with no reward. Rarely, heโs thanked for it. Understands that the nobility of selfless bravery should be its own vindication, but never is. Still, he dresses himself in the black weight of thick leather and raises his bandana to cover nose and mouth to combat the scents of city night that can overwhelm him when high. Rosary wrapped tight around knuckles, crucifix plain to chest. Silver dagger sheathed and strapped to thigh for ease of access, covered by heavy overcoat. Jeno abhors guns; prefers the solid weight of metal in hand, suspicious of mechanisms that could chance to fail him in the direst of moments.
At night, the streets are alight. Tonight is no exception.
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But We Loved Too Young | jjk
โณ Jungkook is everything youโre not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most donโt, and to that end, you suppose youโre fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.
โณFemale reader x Jeon Jungkook
โณย 10.4k
! Strong language, childhood friends to lovers au, lovers to strangers au, big timeskip au, college to adulthood au, inexperienced Jungkook, inexperienced reader, angst and tension, explicit sexual content, themes of first-time sex and virginity, clumsy sex, premature ejaculation, masturbation, oral sex (m. rec), fingering, voyeurism, mutual pining, strength kink, size kink, creampie, thigh riding, sexual development, themes of possession, themes of abandonment, references to anxiety and insecurity, adult themes throughout !
ใsuitable for 18+ readers onlyใ ย ใยฉ September 2022 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
Jeon Jungkook.
It is difficult to put into terms the nature of your relationship with him, for how does one encapsulate every little thing about a person and what they mean to you in a few base words?
On the surface and when asked by others, youโre friends.
You grew up together, on the same street amongst the same circle of people. You went to the same nursery, reception and primary school, joining high school at the same time and navigating the complicated weavings of prepubescent hormones and the dreaded onslaught of examinations.
Your relationship with Jungkook, by and large, typical of those where two people know each other ludicrously well. Jungkook knows your ways and mannerisms, how the volume of the car radio must be set to even number, lest the world end. He knows your likes and dislikes, how you prefer summer over winter, iced beverages over warm. He knows how to bring you down when emotions take you particularly high, and how to push your buttons in a bid for the opposite. With him, you can be quick to either anger or laughter, and itโs dependant entirely on him which you get.
Yet even so, for as much as Jungkook has engrained himself into your life, and you his, the passage of time leaves nothing untouched.
High school graduation was the first time you felt it. The first time youโd even thought about it, in truth.
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โณ When bad days bring insecurities to settle and nerves are anxiously aflutter, thereโs only thing that can bring you down.
โณ Female reader x Lee Know
โณย 3.3k
! Strong language, established relationship, essential pw/op, soft dominant Lee Know, body insecurity and dysphoria, themes of weight insecurity, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, body worship and praise, body positivity, conditioning, breathplay, use of โslutโ, creampie, adult themes throughout !
ใsuitable for 18+ readers onlyใ ย ใยฉ September 2022 by jl-micasea-ficsใ
โYou about done in there, baby?โ
Minhoโs voice echoes lightly through the apartment, permeating the gently gushing flow of warm shower water that cascades from the silver head.
Work definitely wasnโt kind to you today. Indeed, it seemed to make an explicit point of kicking you about and neglecting the aftercare as one obstacle after another materialised on your already packed schedule, endless additions crawling atop the impressive mountain of paperwork on your desk. Couple that with the depressive state of your lunch more befitting a grazing rabbit than an actual human, your resulting mood left you irritable, fed up, and kind of done with the world.
If it wasnโt for the joy you knew awaited you at homeโa slick, suave boyfriend that just happens to have a thing for all the curves and lumpy bits youโre specifically trying to shed with said rabbit dietโyouโd be well on your way to the deepest recesses of a bottle of Rioja by now.
For the relief Lee Minho brings is far more effective than any alcohol or narcotic. Indeed, he is the perfect fucking sedative to days like this, and best of all, he knows it.
As an aside, Minhoโs never made any secret of the fact that your more abhorrent moods turn him on. Your scowls, your pouts, the extra layer you throw on in your desire for comfort only sparks his desire to rip it all off, to dig beneath and feel the plush, soft canvas of your skin under his hands.
Though you have no need to today, you suppose you can admit to exaggerating your moods here and there. Putting a macabre face on when perhaps youโre not all that tetchy, pouting a little harder when you seek to garner his attentions. And why shouldnโt you, when it works every time? Youโre far from noble enough to abstain on throwing a tantrum; especially when the end result is so delicious. Indeed, over the years youโve been together, Minho has yet to fail in his efforts to lighten your moods, for they are nothing if not fucking enthusiastic.
โAlmost,โ you call back, sweeping your hands through your sodden hair, spinning slowly under the water, eyes closed in the blissful warmth of relative content.
โWell pick it up, dinnerโs ready.โ
Thatโs enough to get you to open your eyes.
โWhโ You cooked?โ you balk.
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