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Ahhh thank you so much for this lovely review!! I’ve read it so many times and it makes me so happy each time. I worked really hard on the transitions so you mentioning that goes straight to my heart. I think this fic is the most I ever planned for before writing so I’m glad it panned out …I really should do that more aha.

Totally agree Yongsun should be younger. I based it off my nephews’ age at the time thinking ah he should be older. Now that my nephews are a couple years older, I’m like oh no overshot the age completely 😅 so your gut feeling is the age he should be.

The Mario Kart moment is also inspired by my nephews haha. I let them win at some games but I’m a horrible aunt and refuse to go easy at Mario Kart. It’s like a right of passage they must complete 🤣

Sunny was created by a friend I had so the interaction was based off their own work, so I can’t take full credit for them. Those characters are a lot of fun! They had Hobi as a dom but sub boys support in this house…blog 100%.

Thank you again for this lovely review! Seriously, it makes me want to sit at my computer and stare at my very small draft I have for my next fic and try to write again. Hope you have an ✨amazing ✨ day!

We Choose You

Summary: Being a babysitter isn’t the most glamorous job. When you get referred to a friend of a friend your life turns upside down when you start looking after an impudent child in the home of a wealthy CEO. Things get even more complicated when you start falling for the kind and devilishly handsome single father.

Written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Dynamite Dad Challenge, collaborating with @chelsea-chee​ (read her fic here), beta read by @yoongs-jeontae​

Pairing: Jin x f. Reader, Hoseok x f. OC (chelseachee’s character)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Language, divorce, oral sex, masturbation, penetrative sex, angst, kissing, unprotected sex, someone gets punched twice, they/them pronouns

Word Count: 35,350

A/N: I want to give a big thanks to @chelseachee and @yoongsgguktae for all the help on this fic, I would have gone crazy without yall and submitted a way shorter and not as developed story. It’s 2-3 months late about and 3.5 times longer than it needed to be, but I’m really happy with how it turned out. If you give it a read I hope you enjoy and thank you for your time!

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#fic review #seapov #we choose you #thank you so much #seriously #life is hard and this little kindness makes it turn a little sweeter

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Ah my heart fluttered at the thought! I desperately need that as well. Thanks for sharing such a lovely and distracting thought 💜 really appreciate you and your brain.

Bed Cuddles

Summary: A storm causes your flight to be cancelled, and of course you and your friends could only get a hotel room with one bed. After a loss of rock, paper, scissors, you find yourself in a cuddle situation dangerous for your heart and imagination. 

Written for the BTS Ghosite Marathon. Prompt: Tropes: Bed Sharing.

Drabble: 10/30

Pairing: f. Reader x Jimin x Taehyung

Genre: fluff, there’s only one bed!

Warnings: cuddling, sexy sleepy/morning voices, morning wood, suggestive content, dirty thoughts

Word Count: 722

A/N: After typing this out, it hits me that this feels like a prequel to magic hands relationship. 

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#fic review #bed cuddles #tornparts #thanks! #soft feels

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Thank you so much!! Makes me so happy to hear that. I like to reread this fic a lot because it’s a nice and short little bundle of awwww so cute and oho tension that hits just right. Just like this gif!

Bed Cuddles

Summary: A storm causes your flight to be cancelled, and of course you and your friends could only get a hotel room with one bed. After a loss of rock, paper, scissors, you find yourself in a cuddle situation dangerous for your heart and imagination. 

Written for the BTS Ghosite Marathon. Prompt: Tropes: Bed Sharing.

Drabble: 10/30

Pairing: f. Reader x Jimin x Taehyung

Genre: fluff, there’s only one bed!

Warnings: cuddling, sexy sleepy/morning voices, morning wood, suggestive content, dirty thoughts

Word Count: 722

A/N: After typing this out, it hits me that this feels like a prequel to magic hands relationship. 

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#fic review #jinniesboy #bed cuddles #thank you for the kind words!

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I’m glad you enjoyed! Thank you for reading 💜

Study Buddies

Summary: The I know bodies let me teach you anatomy with a twist!

Pairing: Namjoon x n. Reader

Genre: Humor, College AU

Rating: R

Warnings: Bondage, thigh riding, implied hand job, implied sex, dom!Reader, sub!Namjoon, language Word Count: 3,666

A/N: The latest fic to ever fic for @jinpanman​! I’m so sorry for how late this is, but I sincerely hope you enjoy it. I tried writing this in a different style so I also hope it is ok! 

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#fic review #mariiegzo #study buddies

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They are my everything too! Thank you so much for reading and I’m glad you enjoyed!

Dense Ice

Summary: You’re at the rink waiting for Namjoon to finish practice, but two Players won’t let you study in peace.

Written for the BTS Ghosite Marathon. Prompt: AUs: Sports

Drabble: 19/30

Pairing: bookworm n. Reader x Hockey Players Jungkook & Jimin

Genre: humor, fluff

Warnings: language, shy Jungkook, flirtatious Jimin, dense Reader, Hockey pushing and fighting

Word Count: 466

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Study Buddies

Summary: The I know bodies let me teach you anatomy with a twist!

Pairing: Namjoon x n. Reader

Genre: Humor, College AU

Rating: R

Warnings: Bondage, thigh riding, implied hand job, implied sex, dom!Reader, sub!Namjoon, language Word Count: 3,666

A/N: The latest fic to ever fic for @jinpanman​! I’m so sorry for how late this is, but I sincerely hope you enjoy it. I tried writing this in a different style so I also hope it is ok! 

It was early, too early, but you have a report to finish this morning and you stayed up too late studying… and catching up on My Hero Academia, but alas that’s not the point! The point is that it is too early and it sucks balls. If only you liked this fabled magical coffee. To you, it’s gross and you never understand how your classmates can gulp it down as if it’s water. Now water, that stuff is great!

The only coffee you can stand is from the little gas station off of university and whatever that other street is. Floyd or Lloyd?? They were back to back, literally the worst possible street planning ever, but anywho, the little gas station. It was a pretty standard run of the ordinary gas station. Nothing special except it’s on the way to your building on campus and that it has far cheaper coffee than any coffee shop ever, at least that you’ve heard of. You’re a college student, despite what capitalism thinks, you have no money.

Dragging yourself inside, you make a beeline towards the coffee counter. The student worker at the counter doesn’t even bother to look up at your entrance, eyes glued on their phone. Even still, you angle yourself so your back blocks their view of you pumping extra shots of French Vanilla creamer into your little cappuccino cup. You take a test sip of the overly sweet drink and quickly add one more pump. Perfect.

The card reader is fussy when you check out and have to reinsert your card. You shift your weight impatiently as the system slowly finishes ringing up. You stare awkwardly in silence at the card reader as the worker stares awkwardly in silence at the register…

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“Would you like your receipt with that?”

Oh, thank God. “Nope, thanks!” and your zombie feet quickly carry you out of the store.

At least the weather is nice today, not too cold before winter comes in full force. As you walk down the empty campus sidewalks, you start to feel quite refreshed. Usually, you have to dodge bikers going way too fast or get stuck behind a group of students too busy talking or looking at their phones to notice you and scoot to the side like considerate people. Giddily, or maybe it’s all the coffee sugar in your system, you spread your arms wide as a nice breeze flows past you. The sound of leaves rustling, the wind in your hair, your hand smacking hard into something.

A man screams.

You scream. What the fuck!?

Quickly, you turn to see a man bent over slightly with his hands covering his face. Wow, would you look at the size of his arms and those pecs? That sleeveless training shirt should be banned because wooooow. Oh my god, how could you miss those thighs peeking out of his shorts? Who is this hunk of a man peeking over his fingers at you now? You take a sip of your drink, oh yeah, words.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Your hand comes to cover your mouth in a very delayed show of embarrassment and concern. “Are you ok?”

“Ah, yeah.” The man lowers his hands, though one does experimentally poke at his nose. He flinches but you sigh in relief that at least there’s no blood gushing out of his nose. That would have been horrific. “I’ll live.”

“That’s good to hear. It would be a tragedy if the world lost someone so hot.”

The man gawks at your blunt words and you hurriedly take a sip of your coffee. Wasn’t this stuff supposed to help your brain!? If it wasn’t so early you’d be mortified. The feeling is sure to hit you later in full force and you’ll spend the rest of the day sighing in a ball of gloom. For now though, “I really need to get to the library, I’m so so sorry! I totally owe you one ok!”

The man is as still as a statue as he stares where you just were. You dashed off before he could say a word. You were a whirlwind knocking him off balance, quick to leave as soon as you came. Or he came? Since he was the one doing his jog and was trying to pass you. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his short hair. What a weird morning.

A few days pass and your walk through campus was quite uneventful as you head to your anatomy class. Thank goodness, you keep cringing at the embarrassing scenario that happened. It’s a shame you never saw hot jogging man again but you are quite glad as you feel like you’d just melt into a puddle of embarrassment. 

The large theater room where the seminar class takes place is freezing as per usual. You rub your arms as you skip down the steps towards the middle of the room. Not too far to where you can still see the projector clearly but far away enough if you doze off no one will notice or care. The professor is smart and obviously talented, but his teaching method could use some work.

You plop down in your normal spot and take out your notebook, flipping through pages of colorful notes and doodles. Once reaching a blank page, you start scribbling something in a corner boredly until you feel that heavy feeling of someone staring at you. You glance up, worried the professor came in and is calling on you, not that he even knows who you are with all the students he has, but the front of the auditorium is still empty, the professor yet to show up. Instead, a few rows down and a little to the left you see a man staring at you, squinting behind thick rimmed glasses. A very familiar looking man.

Oh, shit!

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

It is hot jogging dude!

Anxiety freezes your insides as you stare back at the man you assaulted with your hand the other day. You were slow to recognize him because of his glasses and the bulky hoodie covering his buff form. He looked so soft that you would have no idea that he was hiding those glorious pecs under that hoodie if you didn’t see him in that tight tank top. Oh shit-

You slide down in your seat, but there’s no point in hiding now that he obviously knows you’re there. So you send him a little awkward wave and then point at your nose, mouthing the word ‘sorry’. 

He returns your little wave and then moves. You sigh in relief, but then have the urge to run when you notice him walking back across the row. Is he leaving because he was so embarrassed about the other day too? Oh, nope, looks like he’s heading down your row. Aw crap.

You bend your head down, pretending not to notice, and focus very hard on your doodle. You’re not even sure what you’re doodling, just doing the best you can to distract yourself, but the sound of a bag hitting the floor and cloth rusting has you looking up, right into the hot jogger man’s eyes.

“Hi.”

You blink your eyes as your brain reboots. His eyes are too pretty up close. Now he’s smiling at you. “Um…hi?” Why did it come out like a question!?

Rubbing the back of your neck, you hastily apologize again. “I’m so sorry for what happened the other day. Your nose is fine, right?”

He taps his nose without a flinch. “Told you I would live.”

“And I told you I owed you. Name your price.” You sit up, trying to show you were seriously sorry.

The man grins, nearly smirking, and adds “You also said I was hot.”

You instantly slouch down in your chair and hide your face in your hands. “I said I’m sorry! Please don’t torture me hot jogging man.”

The man laughs, a comforting sound that makes you peel your hands away to look upon his smile. He holds his hand out to you. “I’m Namjoon, though I guess hot jogging man works too.”

You take his hand, “Hello Namjoon, I’m bad with mornings and put my foot in my mouth.” You give Namjoon your name and try your best not to swoon when he repeats it back to you with a smile.

The lights dim and the professor, who you didn’t even notice had arrived and set up, starts the class. Namjoon sends you a flirty wink and drops your hand to attentively take notes. Your mind’s a blur the whole class and you can barely focus. Well you are focused, just not on the projector you are staring blankly at. All your attention is intently aimed at the man beside you. 

You fidget with the pen between your fingers and all too suddenly the lights seem to come back on. Class is over already? You stare at your blank notebook and then turn to see Namjoon’s pages filled out with messy but detailed notes. Crap.

“You really aren’t great with mornings.” Namjoon took notice of your blank notebook too.

“Yep, I’m awful with mornings and nothing else. No other reason to be distracted during this exhilarating class.”

Namjoon laughs at your sarcasm and turns his notebook towards you. “Write down your number and I can send you a picture of my notes.”

You could just take a picture with your phone now, but you decide to humor him. Plus, it’s not every day you give a person who is both hot and studious your number. “I owe you two times now,” you write your number in one of your colorful pens on top of the page along with your name. “Seriously, if you need anything, let me know.”

“It’s fine, I really don’t mind.” Namjoon waves off your worries. “I could use a running partner though?”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. You really are trying to kill me.” You can’t help but snicker as you pack up your things. “I have to get headed to the other side of campus for another class, but I’ll see you around hot jogger dude.”

“See you, cutie who’s bad with mornings.”

Ok, yeah, you are absolutely sure this man was trying to kill you.

Exam season is in full spring and the library of course is crammed with exhausted students, holding their heads in their hands in defeat over textbooks and over expensive coffee. Well, not you!

One, because you have your water bottle and school hasn’t killed off your tastebuds completely yet.  Though, that is now in question from the odd chicken nuggets you were able to scrounge in the dining hall the other night…

Reason number two! There’s no good spot in the library, or any spot open unless you want to sit on the floor, which you don’t want to do. It’s a fire hazard and you just know your butt would get numb. So, you may have seen a librarian make someone else move who was camping out on the floor due to it being a fire hazard. You picked up your bag and moved on to…

Reason number three! You are smart. Instead of being in an overheated and overstuffed library filled with the silent cry of students in agony, you found a much better spot. The science building next door was blessedly empty and silent, though almost a little too cold. Not one to be picky, you spend time finding the perfect spot, an empty open lab with long bench like tables. You spread your notebooks and textbooks over the large surface haphazardly, though careful of the empty test tubes left out. Now you weren’t squished sharing a small corner of an unbalanced table. Genius!

Your only company is the large analog clock going tick, tick, tick, tick, counting your misery as you stare at your notes. The sound seems impossibly loud. Propping up your textbook, you stare at the anatomy diagram, the names literally in latin, seem unreadable. You’re much more of a kinesthetic learner than visual, so anatomy, which just seems like a lot of memorization for the class you’re in, is rather difficult. You shall overcome!

…tick, tick, tick…

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here.” 

Your head shoots up at the voice and whirl around, though you are relieved to see it’s only Namjoon leaning against the doorway. Hah, only Namjoon, the hot runner dude you developed a tiny crush on over the course of the semester ever since he sat next to you in class, or maybe since you backhanded his nose. He straightens and takes curious steps towards your table. 

He’s in one of his bulky hoodies and sweatpants, the highlights of student fashion during exams. The fluorescent lighting gleams off Namjoon’s glasses as he adjusts them and peers over your shoulder. “Trying to study anatomy through osmosis?”

You rub at your forehead and cheeks, hoping the book didn’t leave any marks on your face. “I was just about to figure out how to soak the words off the page and into my brain until you interrupted,” you grin tiredly at him, “I’m much more of a hands-on learner so all this memorization is difficult.”

Namjoon freezes for a minute and you can tell he has an idea floating around his head. His lips though remain tightly closed.

Glaring at him, you prod, “What, tell me.”

Namjoon thinks for a moment before nodding to himself, as if trying to encourage himself this was a good idea. He moves beside you so you can see him better. “Well, you see, you need help with,” his arms waves over you, “bodies. And I,” the same arm is placed smoothly on the edge of the table, “know bodies.” His hand slips and then there’s the sound of tinkering glass.

A hand comes up to cover your shock, from not only Namjoon’s constant clumsiness but also his words, and can only watch helplessly as Namjoon fumbles dangerously with the test tubes after his arm neary shoved them off the table. Once the fragile equipment is safe, you can’t help but snort behind your hand at just what happened. The thought of how cute he is runs through your mind and you grin.

“Are you propositioning me, Namjoon?”

Eyes intently focused on the test tubes shift to shyly look up at you. Seeing your grin, he smiles back, “I figured since osmosis was out, a more ‘hands on' method as you mentioned might work out better.” When he sees you bite your lip, his face morphs into a more serious expression. “No pressure though if you don’t want to, of course. I can just step right on out and pretend this never happened.”

He takes a few steps back, but you reach out and grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. “I mean, if you want to help me study so badly, how could I say no? Though I do have to ask if this is a one of a kind special tudor session you have in mind or,” you trail off to bite at your lip again, “a long term kinda partnership thing?”

Namjoon blinks at you wordlessly for a moment, taking in your words. His wrist moves out of your hold and your heart falls. Before it can hit rock bottom, long fingers smoothly interlace with your own, and your heart rises, nearly bursting out of your chest. Your emotions are in a whirlwind as Namjoon pulls you up from the lab bench.

“I’m thinking more of a long term kinda partnership thing sounds nice…if that’s what you want?”

You nod enthusiastically, “Yeah, I think I’d like that a lot. Like, a lot, a lot.” 

You wish you could smack yourself in the head right now. This moment should have been more romantic but exams turned your brain to ash. Best to put what you fail with words into action. Tilting your head, you move so your lips brush against Namjoon’s jaw line. His skin warms beneath your touch and you can almost feel his pulse flapping like a pair of butterfly wings. 

Cute.

Lips turning into a devilish smirk, your mouth trails a hot path down his neck to where you feel his pulse beats fastest. A shiver runs through Namjoon when you find where he’s most sensitive and you feel his other hand place itself on your waist tightly. He practically melts when you suckle on his skin.

“Do you think-” Namjoon gulps as your tongue starts to lavish his skin with languid strokes, “we should go a little more private?”

After nipping at his neck, you regretfully pull away. Namjoon lets out a startled noise and you rub your thumb soothingly over the reddening spot on his neck. “I suppose that’s for the best, I’d hate for someone hearing you teach me so well that they would want to steal you away.”

Namjoon flusters even more and you feel his skin heating under your touch. “That, or someone reports us and gets us in trouble.”

You back away from Namjoon, hands slowly slipping through his, and you immediately miss it. “Just let me pack up my things and we can head to my place. Good?”

It’s time for your heart to flutter this time at the sweet smile Namjoon gives you, though the lustful look in his eyes sends the feeling straight down to your core.“Good.”

You never packed up your study notes so fast in your life.

It’s clear to see that the study session isn’t going how Namjoon thought it would, but he’s not complaining.

“Please, I-ngh.”

Begging is more like it.

As soon as the two of you made it to your apartment, the door barely closed before your hands were on each other, lips hungrily devouring the other. You fumble your way and Namjoon as you guide him back into your room. Namjoon’s knees buckle slightly as he backs into the bed, and you give him a helpful little push the rest of the way down. He falls back and his large frame sinks deliciously into your mattress. 

“Take off your shirt and I’ll be right back.” You wink at him and watch as he grabs the end of his shirt to pull it smoothly over his head in one motion. You’re practically drooling as Namjoon leans back, flexing and smirking your way.

Namjoon licks his lips, “Don’t you have to get something?” 

“Yeah…,” you trail off, giving a longing look at Namjoon’s toned body before turning around. “...Going.” 

Heading into your closet, you crouch down over a large bag in the corner and quickly open it and pull out what you need. Both you and Namjoon are surprised at each other when you dash back out of your closet.

Him because of the cables or long rope in your hands.

You because he stripped himself of his pants and holy fucking god, his thighs. 

“What’s that for?” Namjoon nods towards the rope and has to repeat your name to break the trance of you staring at his thighs. 

“Oh, this,” you wave the rope around as if it’s nothing out of the ordinary. “Since I need to study, I figured it would be best if we didn’t get too distracted y’know?”

And that’s how Namjoon found himself tied to your bed, hands tied above his head to the bedpost with his legs spread and tied to the bottom corners of your bed frame. Your naked heat slowly grinds down on his thick thigh, smearing a trail of your arousal to shine across his skin. His head is cloudy with lust as your fingers trail over his chest.

“Please, I-ngh.”

You lean forward, pressing more into him, to enclose a nipple into your mouth. You suck around it hard and bite down, enjoying his sharp intake of breath and how his body pulls at the restraints underneath you. Your hips grind down harder down on his thigh in reaction before you pull up.

“Now, even I know that’s not the name of that.” Your nails trail over his skin, watching as his muscles twitch under you. “It starts with an ‘s’ right?”

“S-serratus anterior muscle,” Namjoon answers, his jaw clenching together in strain.

“Ah, that's it! Thanks. So we got deltoid muscles here,” your hands skim over his body to trace over the tops of his arms just under his shoulder. You then splay your hands out greedily over his chest again. “Pectoralis major muscles here.” This time you move your whole body down as you recite, “Serraus anterior muscle, external intercoastal muscles,  mmmm rectus abdominis muscle,” and your tongue dips down to run between Namjoon’s abs, “ and linea alba.”

“Mmhmm, perfect score.”

You leave a soft kiss over Namjoon’s abs as your eyes look up across the expanse of his body laid before you. “Told you I was a hands-on learner.” 

Namjoon pulls weakly at his restraints and sighs in frustration. “Think you’re up to skipping ahead a couple of chapters?”

You lift yourself up to sit back on Namjoon’s thighs. “I wouldn’t mind getting ahead a little bit and getting a good handle,” your hand grasps around Namjoon’s hard, erect cock, appreciating the weight of it in your hand and the way he gasps, “on the subject.” Your voice lowers and becomes husky as you start to grind yourself slowly on Namjoon’s thigh again. “Teach me everything, and tell me how it feels.”

Namjoon’s head hits the pillow hard as a long deep moan escapes his parted lips, finally getting touched where he wants after endless amounts of teasing. Any thoughts of science fly out of the window, but his bodily reactions and moans tell you exactly how he feels.  

You never enjoyed studying so much, and you don’t want to stop until you learn every single inch of the man beneath you.

#kvanity #btsghostie #namjoon fanfiction #rm fanfiction #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #rm x reader #my writing #study buddies

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That’s exactly what Jimin and Tae are going for 😆 thank you so much for reading 💜

Magic Hands

Summary: Two of your best friends come over for game night, but mother nature has other plans in mind. Being a woman sucks, but your friends offer you their talented hands to help you feel better.

Pairing: Jimin x f. Reader x Taehyung 

Genre: Smut, NSFW

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, threesome, sexy sandwich, pre-period symptoms, sexy massage, language, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), kissing (fxm and mxm), overstimulation kink, begging kink, hinting at Taehyung having a foot kink but there is no actual foot action, I’m sorry Taehyung is just so kinky in this, Princess pet-name, lots of breast action, maybe something considered food play and cum play, dom Jimin and Taehyung (slightly switches towards each other).

Word Count: 4,242

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent and it wrecked me writing it. Thanks grammar god @rougebangtan​ so much for beta reading this! I appreciate your help so much. I’ve learned so much from your feedback, and you’ve really helped strengthen my writing. Thanks friends in the ghostie discord who helped inspire me and hype me up to write this. I appreciate all of yall!

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I just finished listening to the audio book of The Stand-In by Lily Chu and absolutely loved it! It’s a fun and sexy rom-com book and a great read for Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month.

#book recommendations #the stand-in #aapi month #romance #great read #lily chu

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I WANT THIS IN REAL LIFE TOO! Thank you so much for reading and giving this story such a lovely compliment 💜

Takeout

Summary: You’re just a simple food deliverer for your parents’ restaurant, unknowingly delivering food to world renowned band BTS and catching the eye of Mr. World Wide Handsome.

Written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Bingo Bash. Prompt: Idol!Au

Pairing: Jin x f. Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Full of cuteness

Word Count: 2,227

A/N: Thanks @rougebangtan​ for beta reading this fic and helping me use it as a learning process. 

You slam your car door shut with your sneaker-clad foot, your hands too full precariously holding a heavy food bag and coaster of drinks. You don’t pay the expensive building in front of you any mind, having made many stops here previously. A large number of lamb skewers to feed a whole army despite ever only seeing two men answer the door has become a routine order.

These rich guys blow so much money on food, making you judge them slightly, but they help pay your parents’ little restaurant’s bills so you’re grateful for their hungry stomachs and deep wallets. Plus, they’re cute with their little gummy and bunny smiles, making your heart go uwu at their excited faces. If only you could bring them so much joy, instead of it being only for the food you deliver to them.

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#fic review #trustfratedjin #takeout #I haven’t posted in forever so I’m happy that people still read my work #thank you!!

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This is such a fun read, I was laughing most of the time and couldn’t stop grinning! Thank you so much, I love it!! I love all the Pokémon interactions you got in there, the Gengar licking would totally be a thing and so gross haha. Then there’s all the lovely throwbacks to trainers too. I love how the mc is such a simp to all the famous trainers, especially the ladies. The mcs and Taes interaction is just so funny and cute. Love how dense and competitively angry the mc gets too haha. The smack talk in their battle just has me dying imaging it 🤣 also Taes last line with Butterfree is perfect. He’s got everything planned out and the mc has no idea. I totally read this imagining things in Pokémon animation style. Thank you for writing this!!

Compound Eyes | Taehyung

→ summary: After being declared the newest champion of the Hoenn region, it doesn’t take long until you are whisked away to participate in the annual Pokémon World Tournament and represent your hometown. Filled with the excitement of meeting strong trainers from all over the world, you don’t realize until it’s too late that a familiar face floats above the sea of participants. It’s none other than the newest Johto champion—who also happens to be your long-lost childhood rival.

→ genre: pokemon!au, childhood bff!au, fluff, humor → warnings: none! i guess there’s going to be a few pokémon terms thrown here and there but i don’t think it’s all that important in order to understand the story :D → words: 4.6K → a/n: this took FOREVER (literal years) and i am so sorry for keeping you waiting @breadoffoxy​ but thank you again for commissioning this piece!! pokemon will always be a fandom i don’t think i’ll ever leave (LEGENDS ARCEUS WAS SO GOOD) so combining that with bangtan is definitely a plus in my book!! i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you guys enjoy reading it!!

It is every young trainer’s dream to one day participate in the annual Pokémon World Tournament—a special event where the cream of the crop from every region gathers together to compete for the title of world’s strongest trainer. Not many ever get the chance to compete in this selective tournament, as each participant must have collected a specific minimum amount of wins under their belt in order to qualify for any of the divisions. 

Among those divisions, there is one that is reserved for the best of the best, for the champion of each region. It is reserved for the last day, almost like an exhibition match to celebrate the end of the week-long festivities. And yet, the tension leading up to the Master Ball division is palpable—as if everyone’s hopes and dreams are causing the air to feel electric. Either that, or the electric-types are starting to get a little too excited.

Everyone is rooting for their homegrown champion to take the crown, and the pressure to succeed might have made any other trainer quake in fear. 

But as a champion, there should be no need to feel concerned, right? There’s a reason why you managed to battle your way to the top of your own region’s Elite Four. Despite only having claimed the title of Champion last month, you are confident in your team and the hard work that got you this far. 

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Love Galore masterlist

We want to thank everyone that participated in the event and making it a success. Without further adieu, here is the amazing work of our members below

💗 Smile Again @kthpurplesyou

Pairing: Huang Renjun x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Drama chosen:  Her Private Life

💗 Her Private Life @shining-red-diamond

Paring: Young K x Mary Jane (OC)

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Drama chosen: Her Private Life

💗 Irreplaceable @hobeemin

Pairing: actor/idol!park jinyoung x actress/idol!(f) reader

Genre: angst, drama, idol au

Drama chosen: Love ft. Marriage and Divorce

💗 You Feel Like Home @flowerboykun

Paring: Jun x fem!reader, Yunho x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst

Drama chosen: Love Alarm

💗 As Seen On Tv @breadoffoxy

Paring: Minho (SKZ) x Reader

Genre: fluff

Drama chosen: Strong Girl Bong-Soon

💗 My Brother’s Groom @limjaeseven

Paring: Hyungwon x Changkyun ft Kihyun x Minhyuk

Genre: angst, fluff 

Drama chosen:  Mere Brother Ki Dulhan (My Brother’s Bride)

💗 Bittersweet Moodboard @multiheaux-house

Nevertheless @yutasthetic

Paring: fuckboi!Changkyun x reader

Genre:  smut, angst, friends with benefits au, lovers to exes au

💗 Alleyways @cheriebeom

Paring: monsta x’s changkyun x f!reader

Genre: romance

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Yay! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for giving it a read over for me helping me decide between prompts 💜

As Seen on TV

Summary: You want a scarf and your crush has one. So does Minho, but he is not at all jealous or thinking murderous thoughts at your romantic fantasy straight out of a drama.

Love Galore - K-Vanity Event, Prompt: “Quickly end your one-sided crush. I think I like you.” Strong Girl Bong-Soon

Pairing: Minho (SKZ) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,129

A/N: Wow, I’m alive! I blame life and Genshin Impact for my absence. I’m hoping to get back into writing, and thought this event may be a good kickstart. Thanks @yoongsgguktae​ for the read over and support! Hope yall enjoy!

A puff of air is visibly seen when you sigh longingly with a dreamy look on your face. Your companion glances at you from the corner of his eyes with a look anyone would take as disdain. To you though, if you were paying attention, you’d say he’d look like a sad dog dejected by his owner. You’ve said that statement to him many times now.

At first, Minho didn’t know how to take it. Annoyed and flustered at your oblivious implication, he now only rolls his eyes and pinches your cheek. Other than in the dramas you watch, any sort of flirting or innuendo could come and slap you in the face and you wouldn’t know it. Minho swears your brain is filled with half rocks and the other half cotton candy. Though, he guesses it’s part of your charm. Minho has no idea why or how he caught feelings for someone like you until he was in too deep.

Minho’s grip tightens on his warm cup of coffee that sits on the snow littered wooden railing. He ignores the part of his brain that imagines his hands are wringing Hyunjin. He’s a good guy, but is the unknown object of your affections. Why does he have to be surrounded by oblivious idiots?

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As Seen on TV

Summary: You want a scarf and your crush has one. So does Minho, but he is not at all jealous or thinking murderous thoughts at your romantic fantasy straight out of a drama.

Love Galore - K-Vanity Event, Prompt: “Quickly end your one-sided crush. I think I like you.” Strong Girl Bong-Soon

Pairing: Minho (SKZ) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,129

A/N: Wow, I’m alive! I blame life and Genshin Impact for my absence. I’m hoping to get back into writing, and thought this event may be a good kickstart. Thanks @yoongsgguktae​ for the read over and support! Hope yall enjoy!

A puff of air is visibly seen when you sigh longingly with a dreamy look on your face. Your companion glances at you from the corner of his eyes with a look anyone would take as disdain. To you though, if you were paying attention, you’d say he’d look like a sad dog dejected by his owner. You’ve said that statement to him many times now.

At first, Minho didn’t know how to take it. Annoyed and flustered at your oblivious implication, he now only rolls his eyes and pinches your cheek. Other than in the dramas you watch, any sort of flirting or innuendo could come and slap you in the face and you wouldn’t know it. Minho swears your brain is filled with half rocks and the other half cotton candy. Though, he guesses it’s part of your charm. Minho has no idea why or how he caught feelings for someone like you until he was in too deep.

Minho’s grip tightens on his warm cup of coffee that sits on the snow littered wooden railing. He ignores the part of his brain that imagines his hands are wringing Hyunjin. He’s a good guy, but is the unknown object of your affections. Why does he have to be surrounded by oblivious idiots?

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⋇⊶⊰THE CELEBRATION COLUMN ⊱⊷⋇

Today, K-Vanity Magazine would like to reserve this section to highlight one of our Staff Writers. Before we continue any further, we’d like to wish the ever so talented Sam (@breadoffoxy​) a very Happy Birthday!! May your day be filled with joy and positivity. ❣️

- KVM

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#birthday #thanks! #going to be playing the new horizon game #and crying over my sandwich angel ate 😭

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Thank you so much!! Your comment brightened up my morning 💜 I’m so glad you enjoyed it. It was fun pulling out my nerd knowledge for this so I’ll have to try again some time in the future.

Rolling with It

Summary:  “I NEED NERD NAMJOON TRYING TO SEXT BUT TREATING IT LIKE DND” ~ Dip

Pairing: n. Reader x Namjoon

Genre: NSFW, smut, crack

Warnings: sexting, masturbation, language, sub!Namjoon, dom!Reader, both kinda switches but that is their main role, nipple play, spanking, edging, butt plugs, teasing, dirty talk, too grammatically correct to be realistic texts

Word Count: 1,154

A/N: This was requested by my friend @bangtanloverboys​, I hope you like it! I liked pulling out some nerdy references and making it sexy haha.

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As Seen on TV

Summary: You want a scarf and your crush has one. So does Minho, but he is not at all jealous or thinking murderous thoughts at your romantic fantasy straight out of a drama.

Love Galore - K-Vanity Event, Prompt: “Quickly end your one-sided crush. I think I like you.” Strong Girl Bong-Soon

Pairing: Minho (SKZ) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,129

A/N: Wow, I’m alive! I blame life and Genshin Impact for my absence. I’m hoping to get back into writing, and thought this event may be a good kickstart. Thanks @yoongsgguktae​ for the read over and support! Hope yall enjoy!

A puff of air is visibly seen when you sigh longingly with a dreamy look on your face. Your companion glances at you from the corner of his eyes with a look anyone would take as disdain. To you though, if you were paying attention, you’d say he’d look like a sad dog dejected by his owner. You’ve said that statement to him many times now.

At first, Minho didn’t know how to take it. Annoyed and flustered at your oblivious implication, he now only rolls his eyes and pinches your cheek. Other than in the dramas you watch, any sort of flirting or innuendo could come and slap you in the face and you wouldn’t know it. Minho swears your brain is filled with half rocks and the other half cotton candy. Though, he guesses it’s part of your charm. Minho has no idea why or how he caught feelings for someone like you until he was in too deep.

Minho’s grip tightens on his warm cup of coffee that sits on the snow littered wooden railing. He ignores the part of his brain that imagines his hands are wringing Hyunjin. He’s a good guy, but is the unknown object of your affections. Why does he have to be surrounded by oblivious idiots?

“Don’t you think it would be romantic to have someone wrap their scarf around you?” You take a pause to drink your own coffee and Minho is quick to notice your scarfless neck. While bundled up, it’s still quite cold outside. His scarf feels noticeably heavier after your words and he hates to notice Hyunjin’s scarf trail behind him as he runs away from Jisung and Felix's snowball assault. 

With a satisfied gulp, you continue, “They’d be standing so close, carefully wrapping the scarf around you while staring into your eyes. Then Hy-” you cough, “their eyes would lower to your lips and it’d be so easy to just pull them closer with the scarf and lean in for a kiss.”

Another wistful sigh leaves you and Miho can’t help but roll his eyes. “You’ve been watching too many dramas again.”

“I have not!” Your hand swiftly slaps his arm as if that is sufficient defense against his claim. “Ok, maybe the longful staring is awfully drawn out, but come on. Even you, Mr. Grumpy Pants, have to think even that it's  just a little romantic?”

Minho huffs and pulls thoughtfully on the end of his scarf. His heart jumps a little at imagining the sweet cliched scene with you. Your cheesy brain cells are rubbing off on him because he has half the mind to rip his scarf off here and now and wrap it around you like some love sick fool. That’s supposed to be you, not him. “As if.”

“Fine.” Determined, you slam down your coffee cup on the railing. “I’ll prove it to you.”

Minho’s eyes trail over you, making you shiver not just from the cold. “You don’t have a scarf, idiot.”

Your eyes narrow in annoyance and you cross your arms, but your smile turns smug. “Yeah, which is why I am going to ask Hyunjin for his.”

Your smile widens at Minho’s glare. Your mutual friend has made Minho grumpier than usual and you have no idea why, but it makes this a double win for you. You love Minho, but you also love getting on his nerves. Chan’s even mentioned once that the two of you bicker like an old married couple. Even though he’s never said it again after the combined glare Minho and you gave him, you can still see it clearly on his face when he looks at the two of you. 

Minho shifts, copying your stance with his signature disapproving face. “He’s going to hand it to you like a normal person and ruin your dreams.”

“I- well…” Clearly, you didn’t think of that. Your smirk morphs into a pout as you glance over again at Hyunjin.

If there’s one thing Minho doesn’t like, it is your dejected, crest-fallen face. He sighs, knowing he’s partially to blame this time. There’s a tug at his heart which he does his best to ignore, but when he sees you look down at your cup of coffee with a pathetic frown, he curses internally. He’s definitely in way too deep with you.

You look up startled when you hear the sound of clothes rustling. “What are you doing?”

Having unwrapped the scarf from around his neck, Minho grumbles, “shut up,” as he lifts it over your head to lay behind your neck.

Your eyes are wide and your mouth is parted slightly from the shock of Minho helping you live out your fantasy. Your chest clenches at the look in his eyes, something unknown and intense, as he carefully wraps the scarf around you. The moment seems to slow everything down except the rapid beating of your heart. Minho’s actions seem to take forever, but somehow the scarf is wrapped around your neck with the ends hanging over your shoulders all too soon. Yet, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he pulls the scarf and you along with it. Gloved hands grip your arms to catch you as you stumble forward, and you swear you can feel the heat of his touch through all of your layers. 

Warm breath tickles your ear as Minho leans in to whisper, “Quickly end your one-sided crush. I think I like you.”

Then Minho pulls away far too quickly, making you stumble again. By the time you regain your balance he’s already moving down the porch. Wiping his hand along the rail as he walks away, Minho scoops up enough snow to form a ball and quickly packs it together. Taking aim, he chucks it out into the yard, squarely hitting Hyunjin on the top of the head. The young man twirls around, ready to throw hands, but when he realizes it is a glaring Minho, a frightened expression overtakes him and he flinches away. 

You ignore the scene of your rowdy friends and are too busy breathing in the scarf around your neck. It doesn’t help your shock that you realize it smells nice, like Minho, and then you end up spiraling on the thought that apparently you think Minho smells nice. His warmth also lingers behind, keeping your heart warm at his gesture. Then his words slowly sink in and you think your heart may stop but it only skips a beat. For a man who doesn’t like your dramas, he seems like he just stepped right out of one. You watch him go down the steps to join your friends in a new light and wonder how in the world you feel so deep without even realizing it.

#klovegalore #kvanity #minho fanfiction #lee know fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfiction #skz x reader #minho x reader #lee know x reader #as seen on tv #my writing #skz fluff #minho fluff #lee know fluff #stray kids fluff

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Yes, exactly! I’m sure they’d find a way to repurpose the base for some different positions and then breaking in the new chair would be quite the event as well. Aha I would say don’t read this filth at work but I do the same 😆 thank you for reading !

Joy Ride

Summary: Jimin, Taehyung, and you finally go shopping for a new chair. You have to give it a thorough test ride though first thing, just to make sure it meets yalls standards. 

Pairing: Jimin x f. Reader x Taehyung

Genre: NSFW, Smut

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal sex, anal sex, sex toys, unsafe sex, teasing, spanking, dirty talk, language, exhibitionism, public indecency, masturbation, double penetration, begging, kissing, chair sex, oral sex, dom/sub/switch dynamics

Word Count: 3,883

A/N: This is the last chapter of Magic Hands. I’m sad to see it end but I’m also ready to move onto other things. I hope you’ve enjoyed this series, it has been a wild ride haha.

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