Annyeong! Here’s a mobile version of things I’m currently working on. I can’t promise they will show up on here any time soon, since I always write when inspiration hits me with a brick over my head, but I assure you I’m not completely lazy during my downtime.
Welcome. First time with BTS? Pt. 16 - Gang/Mafia!AU
Status: 5% - 600+ Words
“If you put your hand on me one more time, I will cut it off.” Hoseok hissed at Jimin as he shot him a menacing glare. Maybe, just maybe, everyone was a little too happy about the good news for Hoseok's liking. A few days had passed since he woke up from his coma and quickly the practice became the meeting spot for all the members of Bangtan. Everyone’s spirits were the highest they have been since you had met them and every new day brought a little more of your once lost joy back to you.
"Hyung I was just trying to fluff up your pillow." Jimin said as he hid his hands while crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"I don't need any of you pitying me. I don’t plan on dying anytime soon so you can shove your helpful bullshit where the sun don’t shine." One thing was for sure: Hoseok was still fiercely independent and hated being babied. It was great seeing everything slowly getting back to normal - or rather your new normal.
Those Who Own The Night Prologue [Working Title: Three Mistakes] - Hoseok x Reader; Vampire!AU; Angst; Smut (From long descriptors to cryptic ones. Nice.)
Status: 85% - 4.5k+ Words (Early stage. Many changes inc.)
“Listen, Y/N,” he said in a deep, almost hungry, voice as he put his drink down and finally stopped looking at you. “I’m going to get straight to the point.” When you could move freely again, you started feeling dizzy. It was like you were drunk for more and you didn’t even know what it actually was you needed more of. Saying you were confused was the understatement of the year. “We’re both extremely attractive people,” with one more lustful gaze he moved in closer to your ear as he spoke in a low raspy voice “and I want to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my dick.” He sighed, sending goosebumps all over your body. “I want you screaming my name until the sun comes up. And so do you.” As the words left his lips, an image flashed before your eyes for just a split second, but you could see the scene play out in front of you as clear as daylight. It was the image of him, completely naked, on top of your quivering body. Sweat was dripping down from the dishevelled hair on his forehead onto the pillow below you and you were digging your fingernails into his defined shoulder blades as he buried his thick cock deep inside your pussy. The thought alone sent shivers down your spine and the tingling in your stomach returned. “The only thing I need to know is: Your place or mine?"
I Am You, You Are Me Part 2 - Namjoon x Reader; Bodyswitch!AU; And a sprinkle of everything else (still bad at labeling stuff)
Status: 40% - 3200+ Words
“Taehyung-ah, I’m tired.” You whined as he started playing the same song from the beginning and went back into position next to you.
“Stop complaining, we all are.” Namjoon gave you a stern look as the intro of Blood, Sweat & Tears started. “We could have moved on a long time ago if you weren’t acting like such a princess every time my part comes on.”
“It’s not my fault it sucks.” You glared at him, still moving to the beat and finally completely nailing the moves.
“Something the matter, Peaches?” As soon as the words had left his lips you stopped what you were doing. Even though the two of you had constantly been fighting during your secret practice, he never dared to use the P-word. You knew it. He had still been that conceited prick that got a massive kick out of egging you on and now, you had multiple options on how to deal with him.
1. You could fight back, either with words or literally. But punching your own face would have hurt you more than him.
2. You could take the high road and ignore him. But it wasn’t in your nature to just be the bigger person when it came to dealing with Namjoon.
3. You could take revenge on him again. This time, maybe in the form of getting the word Tool tattooed on his forehead. But you would have to endure the pain. Was that really worth it?
In the end, you decided to go with option number four: Cry and run away.
I hope this is somewhat of a consolation for the long wait, so please bear with my sorry ass until I actually manage to get something new out there.
Updated: 06/01/22