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Untitled # 2

Fae AU 

Summer King Jungkook x Fem!

A/N: Is supposed to connect with this if you want to know exactly how then feel free to ask. 

It was midafternoon and (_____) found herself once again perched on the old rickety chair laptop before her. Yet her eyes strayed to the light filtering into the room through the open blinds. Her mind ran rampant, trying and failing to piece together the images that plagued her hazy mind all morning. She tried and failed time and time again as if it were all a dream. Surely that must’ve been it, but something nagged at her and all she could remember was the bite of cold that clung to her skin. A shiver raced down her back, her eyes darting across the room towards the blinds. The light falling over a shadow that danced across the room. One she didn’t know was there and maybe that was because it wasn’t.

Her gaze remained fixated on the streams of light, catching figures, and casting shadows in odd places. She could hear her sister animatedly talking about something she had seen on social media, the words filtering into her ears yet not being comprehended. It wasn’t a habit she practiced often if at all really. It was just that her mind was preoccupied even as she hummed along with whatever her sister was saying. Carob gaze shot over to the hallway where (_____) thought she saw someone before looking back down at the screen before her. Eyes squinted she tried to read over her latest spiel of what she liked to call creativity. The words blurring before her as her eyes darted up once more towards the sunlight dancing across the carpet.

She blinked once, twice and suddenly found herself out in the open. Sun beating down on her, skin feeling the extent of the heat as it soaked into her body. Her chest heaved as she took in as much air as she could. The taste of salt touched the tip of her tongue as her breathing slowed and brought her some comfort. Her mouth felt dry, licking her lips she stepped forward feet burning as they carried her over the dune and closer to the source of the lingering salt in the air. Eyes wide she found that her assumptions had been correct. The ocean crashed against the shoreline the breeze stifling.

It had been a long time since she had been to the beach, and yet it felt like home. It was in that moment she felt the stinging burn in the soles of her feet and she began to sprint towards the shoreline her feet coming into contact with the cool water. A sigh slid past her lips and she basked in the gentle lapping at her ankles. Sweat beaded at the nape of her neck as she stood stock still in the water her gaze traveling the horizon. Something about this seemingly barren beach put her off. Her senses dulled as her eyes wandered her head turning to the left and then to the right. There in the close distance some odd yards away was a man hazelnut hair and tall, much taller than her. His frame was lithe, skin seemingly spotless.

Pale, was a word that came to mind when she looked at him. Even despite the color he lacked in his skin he screamed warmth. Her gaze burned onto his frame and it was him who finally met her eyes. He was further away than she thought and she could not make out the exact color of his eyes but something about him rung familiar. Her mind again screamed at her, run, run, RUN. It yelled in hopes that she would tear her gaze from his and flee like she should. She didn’t move, her limbs remained frozen to the place where she stood. Feet stuck to the sand as the water continued to lap at her heels. He didn’t move just continued to gaze at her. A strange tingle spread throughout her; first licking its way through her chest, then to her torso until it engulfed her whole being in a strange and intoxicating heat.

Her skin felt like it was set ablaze the heat once warm now scalding. Making her eyes tear up and her vision blur with tears. She felt the heat lick at her skin making it feel like it was burning off. Her bones felt like jelly and still she did not tear her gaze away from the man. His eyes obscured as she felt the scream ripped from her throat. She watched the soft smile line his lips and she went crashing, crashing back into reality where she sat before her laptop. Her sister standing and rushing to grab her wallet as the pizza she had ordered had finally arrived. Her skin felt warm, too warm for this seemingly cool October evening. The sun had now dipped lower into the sky casting pastel swirls of pink, blues and yellows to dance across the sky for the oncoming purples and blacks of the night.

She closed her laptop content on not finishing her thought for sustenance; her mind shifting to the still uncomfortable warmth that clung to her like a second skin. Tomorrow she had class and she hadn’t bothered with the reading assignment the professor had assigned last class. She’d try to cram it in before her class but she doubted she’d get to it for her mind was still running rampant with the new man, as her heart beat in her chest. Her nerves felt unease as she piled her plate with pan and stuffed crush pizza. Soon falling into a comfortable mind numbing silence as she watched Bob’s Burgers with her sister

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let's not be friends, for sure by pardon

| Rated T |

| No smut | Includes other members | Funny |

| College/University AU | Chapters: 16/16 | Words: 40,551 |

Short opinion: Super funny and a light read even though it was pretty long. Didn’t get boring even once and the sexual innuendos got me rolling on the floor. Didn’t have frustratingly long fights but still had some drama.

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Pretty

A/N: This is my first fanfic on tumblr and for a fandom I’ve been in for the better part of about five months. I’m not the greatest of authors either, this is the first installment to a series starring Min Yoongi. They all take place in different times in his life and will be specified beneath the summary. Enjoy.

Summary: Yoongi can’t handle your open admiration of his beauty.

(Past: College)

It had started like any other Saturday, your boyfriend nested between your thighs as he gazed down at you. Your hands cupped his face, thumbs running over the apples of his cheeks. A small smile pilled at his lips your own spreading as he whispered how beautiful you were. His chest rumbled with laughter as you gazed into the pools of molten chocolate he had for eyes. Mirth shone in his optics as he continued to watch you struggle to withhold your laughter.

Your lips spread further as the first bubble of laughter fled your being; his own soon following. Yes it seemed that the two of you were indeed dorks, but with a boyfriend like him and all the years you two had been together who wouldn’t be? Your hands remained on his face still gently caressing his cheeks; your laughter having died down enough for you to get your next words out. 

“Min Yoongi, do you know how pretty you are?” you asked as he groaned.

“Stop.”

“I’m being serious! You’re just so pretty.”

“(y/n), stop.”

“But Yoongles, you don’t seem to understand. You’re so pretty, like insanely so that it makes me jealous. How could I possibly live this long knowing how pretty you are?!”

“Slow down drama queen. How does me being attractive affect you?” he murmured. 

“Because Yoongi, I would’ve dies from heart failure the moment you hit puberty had I known you’d look like this back when we were in middle school.”

“Hmm, that might be trues, middle school would’ve killed me had I known you would turn out like this. She also would’ve killed me has she known I’d be her first everything.” he smirked.

“You’re probably right but she wouldn’t deny how pretty you are, and she’d agree with me when I said that you are one of the prettiest men I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.” This time he did not retort, simply groaning again before taking your lips. The kiss deepened fairly quickly bringing the two of you impossibly close. One of his hands tangled in your hair while the other slid down your side to firmly grasp your thigh and bring it over his hip. With the new angle Yoongi thrust into you, his jeans now tenting with the growing bulge pressing against your heated core.

You gasped into the kiss meeting him thrust for thrust in and effort to further add to the friction. His body melding with yours so perfectly, the hand previously gripping your thigh slid up and under the tank top you wore. Nimble fingers caress your skin as his pace increased; his once slow sensual grind now a hard hurried slam of his hips as he fought to reach his orgasm. Ah how truly sad it was to have so little time to oneself that dry humping was the only way either of you could get off. Not including the lonely nights the two of you would have to suffice with making friends with your hands as lust came rearing it’s ugly head. 

Your lips had long since found purchase on his jawline and neck, anywhere really that you could mark. By now Yoongi had taken to emitting tiny growls of pleasure with every new mark. The coil in your belly grew tighter with every thrust and you could feel yourself on the cusp of your orgasm; Yoongi’s pace long since sloppy as his release teased him. You felt your toes curl your release just on the tip of your tongue when your door flew open with an echoed bang from it’s contact with the wall. Yoongi had never sprung away from your body fast, his eyes wide as his gaze fell on your neighbor Heather. 

Her own gaze held no sympathy while you were mildly irked and amused that she had once again interrupted your only alone time with your boyfriend. Yes it was indeed like every other Saturday. With a huff of discontent your gaze slid over to hers as she plopped down at your desk.

“You do realize you have a desk and working wifi in your own dorm right?” you asked.

“What fun would that be? This way I get to cock block you and get away from the noise in my own dorm room. Your laptop, wifi and snacks are an added bonus.” she offered with a snicker. 

“Gee thanks for your honesty. It means so very much to me.” you said voiced laced with the tiniest bit of venom. Yoongi however just chuckled, his gaze falling back to you while he leaned in for a quick peck.

“How about we head to my place?” he offered as your eyes fell to the blooming bruised littering his pale neck and jaw. You nodded eagerly telling Heather to inform your dorm mate that you wouldn’t be back tonight.

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Untiled #1

Fae AU 

Winter King Yoongi x Fem!

A/N: Just one of my old/new WIPS that I don’t see going anywhere. If I ever write anything else for this it’ll probably be a .1 and so on. Also I know technically it’s supposed to be a Queen for the Winter Court, and if your curious on how I thought it to work then feel free to ask.

In the wee hours of the morning when all was quiet, and no soul was awake was when the eyes play tricks, the mind conjuring things not all would see. Yet this cold October night when one should sleep was (_____). Sitting at her laptop her mind awake with new thoughts and ideas, as she chewed on her nails. Her carob gaze would dart up every few minutes her mind telling her that she caught movement in her peripheral. It was in the wee hours that she felt some sort of comfort but at the same time none at all. Her heart hammered in her chest any time her gaze would shoot across the room to catch a glimpse of whatever it was her mind told her she saw. Like most she just assumed it was a trick of the eye, an image reminiscent of the lingering thoughts she tried to shove to the very depths of her mind.

A darkening shadow here, a wispy figure there, a tiny fleeting being playing hide and seek just behind her color pencil holder. The touch that would grace her skin, or even the darkening patch of carpet that lie beside her. Her eyes would stray to and fro across the room and down towards the halls where her sister lie asleep, oblivious to the changes occurring in the dinning area. (_____); again knew nothing for this was not something that a seemingly ordinary being was capable of noticing at least not until the changes had been completed.

What had once seemed like an ordinary dreary night for (_____) had proven to be anything but. Her mind had been elsewhere her eyes catching movement where none existed, and she’d found herself standing in an open field. It was filled with snow, something she hadn’t been accustomed to living in California. But she lived in the city a field wasn’t possible, much less snow fall. She didn’t know how she’d gotten there, she hadn’t left the apartment and she wasn’t dressed for the frigid temperatures. Her gaze shifted to the right, then rapidly to the left to catch sight of a man.

His hair was a pale blonde almost white, his eyes met her own gazing intently at her as if he’d never seen a female before. He also wasn’t dressed for the frigid weather but he seemed much more at ease with it than she. His gaze was just as cold if not colder than the air wrapping around her frame zapping what little warmth her body still contained. She felt frozen, her gaze never leaving that of the mystery man standing a few yards away from her. Something about him put her off, her mind reeling, and her flight instinct screaming at her to run, run and never look back. Yet her heart beat wildly in her chest as something, something pulled at her. Wrapping around her in a sense of familiarity and strangely enough warmth.

She managed to pull her gaze from him for but a moment, gasping as her eyes rapidly took in her surroundings. Where she once again found herself in her apartment. The sparsely decorated horrid off white paint, eyes zoning in on the skeleton lanterns strung along the walls; illuminating the room with the bit of light she needed to calm her racing heart. She still sat before her laptop, classical music softly coming from it’s speakers as she still felt the bite of cold covering her being as if she really were just standing in the middle of a frozen snow covered field.

The rickety chair she sat on groaned in protest as she shifted trying to relieve herself of the cold still clinging to her skin. The cold remained even as she pulled herself away from the screen of her laptop and down the hall to her bedroom. Even in slumber wrapped in a thick blanket the cold did not leave her, reminding her of the field and the man with the cold umber gaze.