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I wrote my first song..
I am NOT a pro at this. I’m just an army showing love for the guys the way i know how. Here have a listen! 🥰
#InspiredbymyloveForBTS💜
“PURPLE LIGHT”💜✨
As Darkness engulfs me;
My last breath has left me..
And when the days are mostly black.
Your purple light saves me.
When Your eyes are nowhere,
your absence feeds my fears.
Your light is my air, so let it in.
Begging, hoping, wishing to live again.
In your purple light, i find life.
Like the air my lungs crave.
Your light is my light.
In your purple light, i find life
Wake me up in your sunshine and Give me light.
In the stillness of the moon,
the only warmth is your presence baby yeah
The only hope is your radiance.
Don’t leave. Stay still.
Your light is where my heart is.
In your purple light, i find life.
Like the air my lungs crave.
Your light is my light.
In your purple light, i find life
Wake me up in your sunshine and Give me light.
So they did the biggest shoutout to their fandom. I am crying. Congratulations #BTS
Congratulations #BTS 💜💜💜
What a great day to be an ARMY!!
BTS had me at…
“lachimolala and rockbison”,
“party party yeah, trusfrated and night apple is poison apple”,
“Uh huh, Listen boy, my first love story.. and Infires man..”,
“I don’t have think.. and Stob it”,
“Pornesian Parrapio..and Jimin you got no jams..”,
“I like hamburger and sprite.., calm down calm down my dawtah.”
“I’m good boy.. and i’m God..”
BANGTAN: INSIDE JOKES EDITION happy nine years ♡ 130613 · 220613
The album "mono." is a blessing.
namjoons ending ment is always so beautiful. there’s always this moment of silence like a split second where he looks down and collects his thoughts before he begins and it always makes me so emotional 🤧😭
❤️BOTH HAVE BEEN TRADED❤️
Have Bts Love Yourself: Answer V (Ver.F) x2!!
💞Seeking: Jungkook, or Rm (Ver.F) 💞
•plz reblog it would mean a lot•
•comment if interested! my Twitter is @/toomanyfads, if you want more pics!!! •
Reflection: her (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/309480867-reflection-her?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=that_girl_han An idol who loves art and a museum curator who makes art. With their slightly crazy friends, a 9-week deadline , a world tour, and a big secret, what could possibly go wrong? *Story ongoing* This is a fanfiction. Any resemblance to actual people is a coincidence. This story is from my brain and not real life.
💜💜💜
Part 1
My head feels heavy and my tongue feels like sandpaper. I try opening my eyes but my eyelids feel like leads. I’m laying on something soft, a bed most probably. I try to move and only manage to squirm a little, feeling the fabric beneath me to ascertain that it is not a bed but a sofa instead. A leather one, judging by the creaking sounds it makes with every move. Slowly, I can finally open my eyes but my vision is blurry and the room is dark. I blink a few times, trying to get my bearings when I sense that I’m not alone.
As my vision adjusts to the dimness, I notice a figure just below me on the floor, breathing lightly. No, not one, but two of them, laid out on opposite ends. A movement to my left makes me turn to find the figure of a man draped across the other end of the sofa, coming awake. Another man has his head on that one’s lap. A chair scrapes back somewhere to my right and I see three more just waking up, all sitting at a table. Or sleeping on it. As realisation kicks in, I recognise these seven men: BTS.
When everybody is awake fifteen minutes later, we look around the room at each other, the same question lingering in our minds: what the fuck happened? Our cellphones aren’t on us, not even our wallets.
“Where are we?” I ask, looking around the room from the sofa.
Namjoon gets up from the floor and walks towards the window. All I can see from my spot are tall trees and darkness outside so it must be nighttime. Yoongi gets up too and makes a beeline to the door that looks to be the front door and tries the knob but it doesn’t budge. Namjoon, upon seeing that, tries to slide up the window, but to the same result. And then everyone is on their feet, moving around the house trying to open doors, windows, anything that leads to the outside. Nothing.
“We’re locked in,” Jin says, his brows furrow.
Just then, thunderous footsteps come down the stairs and Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung, who had gone upstairs to check on doors and windows, appear, the same exasperated looks on their faces. They shake their heads. A loud bang make us all turn our heads to Namjoon, surprise to see him holding a chair as he had tried to break the window but failed instead. “What the fuck,” he breathes.
“Is this a prank?” Hoseok asks, running a hand through his hair. “Some sort of game? Run BTS?”
“I doubt it,” replies Yoongi who is standing in front of another window, looking out with a scowl on his face. “I think we’ve been kidnapped.”
Jin laughs. “Right. Someone kidnapped seven men together. Someone passed our security and brought us all here to a house in the middle of nowhere and locked us in.”
I hug my knees then, trying to process the situation while making myself as small as possible. I’m trying to think back to what happened before waking up here but my memory is a blank: al I remember is being in that meeting room with the boys, talking about the short story I wrote that Hybe was planning to make into a short movie. But there had been other people in the room; managers, producers, writers, other staff and bodyguards at every entrance point. I remember that last detail very well as they would eye me suspiciously everytime I walked past them as if the tag around my neck wasn’t good enough. And then what? What happened afterwards? Why am I here with them? Was it a mistake, a hitch in the plan of whoever it is that took us that forced them to take me too?
Jimin approaches me silently. He puts a hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”
I look at him, unsure of how to answer. Physically, yes I am. Psychologically? Emotionally? Instead, I just keep looking at him and he gives a light squeeze as if he understood what hadn’t been said. I fidget with my fingers and that is when I notice the tiny marking on the inside of my left wrist. I bring it up to my face to inspect it. It looks like one of those Latin symbols you see in a science class and, if I remember correctly, the one etched, no, tattooed on my skin is that of an omega symbol: Ω
I hate tattoos and would have never thought of getting one.
“What is this?” Taehyung asks from the foot of the staircase. He is also looking at his wrist, a deep frown on his face. Namjoon strides over to him to see. His forehead bunches together before answering, “Looks like a lowercase beta symbol?”
One by one they all check their wrists. Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook have the lowercase alpha symbol and Jin and Yoongi match Taehyung’s beta one. I’m the odd one out. Does that mean something? And what do the markings even mean, to begin with?
As if on cue, a deep voice resounds all over the house through invisible speakers. “Welcome to the Omegaverse House. I hope everyone is comfortable. I’m sure you have found the markings on your wrists. That will determine your hiercharchy in this little world I built just for you.”
“Who are you? What do you want from us?” Namjoon shouts as he looks around the room.
The voice chuckles. “You can call me Master. What I want is to see if this little experiment of mine works, is all. You’re my little test subjects. If this is a success, we will have all of you to thank for the new worldshift that will happen. I must say, I nabbed the perfect subjects, too. With the amount of eyes on you popstars, my experiment, once successful, will be hard to ignore.”
“They’ll find us before that even happens!” Taehyung screams, standing up.
“You can keep wishing on that,” the voice replies, humour in his voice. “They’re going to have a hard time finding you. Do you know how long you’ve been missing as of now? A week and seventeen hours.” The voice breaks into a laugh, chilling me to the bone. “A week and no leads. I’m very careful with my work. Just as you are meticulous in yours. Now, all you have to do is just be good and stay here for as long as the experiment requires you to be. Groceries will be delivered twice weekly. There will be instructions delivered every other day and if you are good boys and girl, you’ll find it will be a lot easier. Take this as a retreat, a holiday, a break from your demanding schedules. Go against my orders and instructions, you’ll learn the price you have to pay. I’m sure you are all very smart people. We’ll speak again soon.”
Then there is silence. No matter how much the boys ask questions, they get nothing in return. The sound of something travelling through a chute catches our attention and a paper sticks out from a small metal pipe by the bookcases behind me. Hesitantly, I pluck it out, unfold it and read the content.
Take your temperatures twice a day - once when you wake up, once before you go to sleep - and mark them down and labelled properly on a paper. Send that paper the same way this one comes in every night. Failure to do so will be punished. Attempts at messing with the data will also be punished.
The boys then start to talk over each other, voicing their worries, anger and disbelief, their thoughts of what is actually happening and ideas of how to get out of here. I keep quiet, never moving from my spot that I had woken up in. To be honest, I am tired and hungry. Starving, really. I don’t want to think about anything right now except for food or sleep, whichever comes first. The voice, Master, or whatever, mentioned groceries so that means there is food somewhere. Starving us to death isn’t the goal, obviously. Silently, I get up and make my way to what I think must be the kitchen, subconsciously marveling at how big the house is. I approach the fridge, stopping short at the reflection in the sleek black surface of the door.
I look like a ghost, literally. Pale face and hair sticking out in odd places. Instead of the grey slacks and light blue blouse I had worn the day of the meeting, I have on dark sweatpants and an oversized white t-shirt that did nothing to hide my breasts underneath. Behind me, I see Jimin walk in through the reflection and I reflexively cross my arm over my chest, completely forgetting what I was in the kitchen for in the first place. The others pile in behind him. I turn around, shuffling on my bare feet, my mind blank except for the hunger that is starting to ache.
“I’m hungry,” I mutter, eyes on the huge island in the middle of the kitchen.
The boys look around momentarily and I hear Jungkook say from across the island, “Me too. I’m starving.” The others then start to murmur their agreement.
Yoongi marches past me and opens the fridge door, peering inside. He took out a basket of eggs. He then opens the overhead cabinet and takes down two bundles of instant noodles with five packs in each, ten packs in total. Jin starts to be proactive, too, rummaging through the low cabinet and producing a large pot. He fills it with water and puts it on the electric stove. As we wait for the water to boil, we sit around the kitchen island in mutual silence, too hungry or tired to speak. Yoongi takes care of the ramyeon and as the savory smell of it wafts through the room, loud grumbles come from each and every stomach. Jin takes out bowls and chopsticks as Yoongi moves the pot onto the ceramic top. Jungkook jumps up immediately and starts ladling noodles and soups into each bowl before handing them out. We eat like a hungry pack of wolves and in less than five minutes, the pot is empty again to much of our dismay.
“The rice is cooking,” says Yoongi as if he reads our mind. “I’ll make kimchi fried rice once it’s cooked.” No one objects. Jungkook gets up and goes to the freezer part of the fridge. He finds a pack of diced beef and unpacks it in the sink. I notice how they are not frozen yet, which means they had only just been placed in there. Realising he didn’t need to thaw it, he leaves the meat there and goes back to sit down.
“What is the last thing you remember?” Namjoon speaks up, looking around the room. No one speaks at first as we all think hard and long. Then one by one we give our answers and they are all the same: the short story/movie meeting. Yoongi recalls being in a car but that is the extent of it. I look around the room. I’m a complete stranger to them, why was I roped in? I'm nobody compared to these seven world stars, so what do they want with me? What purpose do I serve? My family won’t be able to even afford a ransom money if that was demanded.
“What’s Omegaverse?” Hoseok asks.
“I’m not sure,” answers Namjoon, “but it sounds familiar.”
“Like the fanfic,” Jin chuckles as if trying to lighten the mood.
Quiet falls again.
Something clicks with what Jin said and I run a finger over the omega symbol on my wrist. Is it true? But how can it be when it’s just fiction; a niche in the smut universe that every fanfic reader is very well-aware of. A fiction that revolves around how human biology has evolved - or devolved depending on how you look at it - into something like that of a wolf or a pack animal. A world where there’s no gender but only alphas and betas and omegas, a hierarchy made to make mating all that much easier and clear cut. But what if it is true? What if that was the experiment that the voice over the speaker had meant? I have a sinking feeling deep in my stomach and for a moment, the smell of the meat sizzling in the pan as Yoongi starts to cook again makes me feel like throwing up. I scramble to my feet and barely make it to the sink before hurling back out the noodles I had not ten minutes ago. Yoongi disregards the pan and rushes to my side, holding my hair back with one hand and rubbing my back with the other as Jin takes over the cooking.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as Yoongi turns the tap on to wash off the content of the sink. As he is reaching out, I get a whiff of a faint sweet scent coming from him. It smells a little like chocolate and I can feel myself relaxing, leaning against Yoongi’s body. He pulls me in, and, almost instinctively, I nuzzle against his chest. Catching myself, I pull away immediately and Yoongi must have felt it too, as he shuffles away slightly to create space between us, leaving us both a little perplexed at what just happened. Then it dawns on me.
“The experiment,” I say through ragged breaths and a stinging throat from all the bile, “I think he was speaking the truth. He’s not experimenting with us, he’s experimenting on us. We are the experiment.”
Yoongi helps me back to my seat and Jimin offers a glass of water. I take one gulp, feeling a little refreshed and more focused now. Namjoon shakes his head. “I wouldn’t trust him, whoever he is. He’s probably just trying to scare us and he’s got you good.”
I open my mouth to object but Yoongi beats me to it. “As much as I want to agree with you, Joonie, I think she’s right. Something’s...off.”
They stare at him, even Jin stops stirring the rice to look at Yoongi. Namjoon tilts his head a little. “Did you just call me Joonie?”
Yoongi doesn’t answer immediately, probably didn’t even notice what he said. Hoseok gives a nervous laugh. “Something’s off, alright. You’ve never used that nickname before, hyung.”
Yoongi shrugs and brings his chair to sit down next to me. Jin finishes cooking and serves the second round of food to everyone with Jungkook’s help again. This time, the food disappears at a much slower pace as everyone mulls over their own thoughts. Jin was the first to speak. “So, if you’re right,” he looks pointedly at me, “you’re saying that since we are the experiment and we are in this omegaverse, this means that whatever this omegaverse is, will happen to us?”
“Maybe,” I answer as I toy with my food.
“Hold on a second,” says Hoseok, placing both his hands palms down on the surface of the island. “What is omegaverse?”
“It’s fiction, I said so,” Jin replies through a mouthful of rice.
Yoongi sighs. “It’s fiction, yes. It’s technically a genre where there’s no gender but just alphas and betas and omegas.”
Hoseok looks even more confused. “Alphas and betas and omegas?”
“Like the symbols on our wrists?” asks Taehyung as he rubs on his marking to no avail.
“Yeah,” said Yoongi. “Alphas, betas and omegas are the hierarchy system.”
“For what?” Jimin’s turn to ask.
Yoongi and Jin exchange glances but I answer for them. “For mating purposes. Like wolf packs. The omegas are the lowest in the rank, the one that’s...mated.”
Jin clears his throat. “In the omegaverse, an alpha is the top rank. They’re the only ones that can mate by putting their marks on their partners. This mark is for life. Alphas are also the only ones that breed and omegas, the breeders.”
“And betas?” Taehyung asks, looking from Jin to Yoongi then back again.
Yoongi answers this time. “Betas are somewhere in the middle. We don’t mate and are rarely able to breed, too. I guess betas are more flexible, going in between alphas and omegas. But I’ve read somewhere that betas are mostly more in control due to their level-headed nature and mild temperaments. They are the least affected by pheromones when an omega is in heat near them.”
“When an omega is in what?” Namjoon’s eyebrows are raised so high they disappear behind his blond bangs.
“In heat,” Yoongi reiterates. “Like cats when it’s mating season, you get the gist.” He passes a hand over his face, sighing as he did so. “This is starting to sound ridiculous, even to me.”
Namjoon stands up. “Right. We’re all exhausted. We should think about this more tomorrow. Right now we need sleep. Maybe it’ll help us process things better.”
Taehyung and Jimin offer to help clean up the kitchen while the rest of us trudge upstairs. On the second floor, we learn that the house has a total of three storeys with four rooms each with its own bathroom on the second and third floor. I claim the first room I see; on the second floor, the first door on the left. I close the door behind me and make my way inside. There’s a desk by the window with a thermometer and a journal and pen sitting neatly on top of it. What happens if I don’t do as instructed? I look around the room, trying to find a camera of some sort but nothing. Is he watching us all right now? How? From where?
Ignoring the items on the desk, I crawl into bed. Five minutes later I feel a sharp, electric jolt coursing through my body, making me arch my back in pain. I grit my teeth, willing for it to stop as tears spill from the corners of my eyes. It feels like an eternity when it finally did and I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath. The same voice from earlier booms throughout the house. “If you’re testing the legitimacy of my instructions, well, you got it. Trust me, that was just a taste. Continue to disobey and you won’t make it past another week. The temperature, if you please.”
Bastard. I’m still breathing heavily, my heart racing a mile a minute. Slowly, I push myself up from the bed and stagger to the desk. I place the thermometer under my tongue, wait three minutes based on the clock nailed to the wall and take it out to check the number. I jot down the temperature in the journal and crawl back to bed, falling immediately asleep once my head hits the pillow.
It doesn’t feel long when I wake up with a jerk, feeling disoriented as I look around the room. It is still dark outside and the clock shows that I have probably been asleep for forty minutes tops. Once again, I look around trying to pinpoint what has woken me but don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Nothing except that strong scent lingering in the air. It smells like coffee but not quite the drink. It has a tinge of musk underneath, like that of a man. It smells totally different from Yoongi’s earlier. I get up and follow it out of the bedroom only to find myself in front of the room next to mine. I knock lightly but there is no answer. I try the door and find it unlocked and make my way inside. A desk lamp is on. On the bed, a figure is sitting on the edge of it, his back to me. He turns, revealing an art book in his hands.
“Namjoon,” I whisper, calling his name in what sounds more like a whine stuck in my throat. I’m not sure why, never mind the fact that we are basically strangers, but I need him. Need to feel his arms around me or else I wouldn’t feel safe to continue sleeping. He looks confused, regarding me from above his reading glasses. Then his eyes soften. Without a word, he puts down the book and stretches out an arm, beckoning me over. I go to him like a child, snuggling under the blanket for warmth but mostly to feel him against me. It isn’t a sexual need, I note. It was more like that of a child needing her comfort blanket, for reasons I’m clueless of. Once under the blanket and in his embrace, I nuzzle his neck, breathing in that faint coffee scent and I immediately relax, feeling my nerves just melting away. Subtly, he nuzzles the top of my head in return.
“Did you have coffee before bed?” I can’t help but ask, my nose pressing against the hollow of his neck.
“No,” he replies, his voice coming out husky. “Why?”
“You smell like coffee,” I say before drifting off to sleep, for good this time.
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Not-A-Date Date with Jimin (Angst, Fluff)
First Time with Taehyung (Fluff, Smut)
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“Becoming His” Part One, Part Two (with Smut), Part Two (without Smut), Part Three, Part Four (COMING SOON!) ~ Mini-Series, Yandere, Angst, Fluff, Smut
You just moved in, and your new neighbor is not only incredibly handsome but also unbelievably friendly. Could there be something real there, or will the fact that he’s slowly taking control of every aspect of your life threaten the love blossoming between you two?
“Red Flame” Part One, Part Two ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff
Your boyfriend forgot date night. Again.
“Good Enough” ~ Drabble, Fluff
It’s exam season and you are feeling all kinds of overwhelmed. Luckily, your sweetheart of a boyfriend is here to cheer you on.
“Always Loved You” ~ One-Shot, Fluff
Memories of your childhood sweetheart reappear as you walk through the town you used to vacation at, filling you with happiness. That happiness is nothing compared to when your childhood love himself reappears.
“And Then He Was Gray” Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six (End) ~ One-Shot, Smut, Fluff
Your best friend brings you to a kick-back, insisting on setting you up with one of her friends. You begrudgingly comply until he enters the party, forcing you to reveal a secret side of yourself.
“Make This Work” ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff
You have to move away from your idol boyfriend, who is already plenty busy. Will your relationship survive?
“Paint Me Over” ~ One-Shot, Smut
It’s the height of the Renaissance in Italy, and Yoongi keeps getting distracted from completing his latest painting by none other than you.
“I Need U Girl” ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff
Yoongi begins to grow distant so you do the same, hoping it will make your inevitable break-up less painful.
“I Missed You” ~ One-Shot, Smut
Your sugar daddy idol Hoseok has come home, and he missed you like hell.
“Pillow Talk” ~ One-Shot, Smut
You come home to find your roommate in your room doing unspeakable things to your pillow.
“Tears and Tulips” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff
Hoseok just wants a guys’ night and you just want to spend time with him.
“Summer Portrait” Part One, Part Two ~ One-Shot, Fluff
Vampire Jimin invites you to his summer villa to paint a portrait of him since he can’t see his reflection in mirrors.
“Through Hell” ~ One-Shot, Angst (Trigger Warning)
Your abusive boyfriend has hit your for the last time, thanks to an orange-haired stranger.
“It’s Crazy” Part One, Part Two (End) ~ Drabble, Angst
You and Jimin used to be the loves of each others’ lives. And now? You’re nothing more than strangers.
“Caught” Prologue, Part One, Part Two, Part Three (COMING SOON!) ~ Mini-Series, Yandere, Angst, Smut (Trigger Warning)
Based on the plot of “365 DNI” paired with inspiration from the “Save Me” BTS MV universe/webtoon, Kim Taehyung was the absolute love of your life… until he became a murderer. With him serving a life sentence in prison, you were finally free to live out the rest of your life however you wanted. Just when you thought you were at the top of your game, ready to take on the world, Taehyung reappears like a monster not even your worst nightmares could dream up. He gives you a year to fall in love with him, but now the question is, can monsters even be loved?
“Never Really Over” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff
Your ex-boyfriend Kim Taehyung seems to be everywhere these days. Will the feelings you had for him ever go away?
“Buzzed” Part One, Part Two, Part Three (COMING SOON!) ~ One-Shot, Smut, Angst
Bartender Jungkook eases you through a painful break-up with a little alcohol and a whole lotta sexiness.
“Connect Two” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff
You were in love with Jeon Jungkook the entire three years of your high school career, but he paid you no mind as another girl captured his interest. Now, reunited at a party years later, you try to avoid him.
(COMING SOON! Submit those requests!)
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Here is my Prompt List you can choose from if you wish.
Rules: No abuse, no weapons, NO SMUT. They are too young of a group for smut requests at this time. Everything else is pretty much free game (gimme ALL the angst, romance, and fluff!) If I find your request potentially controversial, I simply won’t do it or ask you to edit then resubmit it.
Note: All rights reserved.
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I do not own the people and/or certain settings in my fanfiction. I do own original characters, locations, and plots.
I do not own the people, the photos, or footage I use for headers, pictures, and gifs. I do own the edit(s).
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"PS5″ (Yeonjun Version) ~ One-shot, Angst
Your boyfriend Yeonjun is obsessed with his new PS5, and you are fed up.
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“PS5″ (Taehyun Version) ~ One-shot, Angst
Your boyfriend Taehyun is using his brand-new PS5 to avoid talking to you, and you’ve had it.
“Cutie Pie Kai” ~ One-Shot, Fluff, Romance
Everyone in the entire world can agree on one thing: Huening Kai is cute as hell. But he’s maturing and doesn’t want to be seen as just cute anymore.
Prompt List
Dislaimer: Pretty much none of these are mine. I took them, or inspiration for them, from Tumblr and the rest of the net.
Rules
1. I only write these one-shot imagines/drabbles for BTS. Occasionally, I’ll throw in another kpop idol as a minor/side character, but I’ll be honest I’m not very knowledgeable about any other group besides BTS.
2. Give me only 2-3 prompts, no limit on number of members though. I’ll write OT7 imagines all day, every day if that’s what you want.
3. No word count limit. I’ll make it as long or short as the prompt demands ;)
4. If you’d like more or less smut/angst/fluff than the prompt implies, add that in your request and I’ll make it happen.
5. My set of Masterlist rules applies. No abuse, no weapons, nothing with minors. Everything else is pretty much free game (gimme ALL the kinks)! If I find your request potentially controversial, I simply won’t do it or ask you to edit then resubmit it.
Fluffy/Romantic Prompts
Tell me again/Say that again.
I could get used to waking up next to you.
Can I kiss you?
It’s lonely here without you.
You’re comfy. You’re my pillow now.
You make me happy.
You’ve shown me what love truly looks like.
Don’t be ridiculous, I want to stay up with you.
It was you the whole time.
Look at us, we’re basically a couple already.
I didn’t think you could get any more romantic.
I really want to kiss you.
You talking in your sleep is fucking cute.
Can we just lie here for a moment longer?
It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.
How about a kiss?
Your hugs are the best thing ever.
I can’t imagine a world without you.
You’re so cute when you’re still half-asleep.
You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.
Do you know how beautiful/handsome you are? It’s making me crazy.
Do you need a place to stay tonight?
You are my one and only true love.
I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.
We’ll do it together.
You seem shy, but you’re so damn cute.
If you don’t tell me to stop, I’ll end up kissing you.
Do you trust me?
Here, let’s share the blanket.
You’re the only person I want to be with right now.
You’ve always felt like home.
Why haven’t you kissed me yet?
I’ve been falling for you since the day we met.
You own my heart.
Can I keep this? It smells like you.
Please don’t cry. I can’t stand you crying.
I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.
Is that my shirt?
I’m right where I belong.
You smell so damn good.
You’re cute when you’re grumpy.
C’mere you, I’ll rub your back.
I’m not going anywhere.
You’re the most beautiful/handsome thing I’ve ever seen.
You make every day a dream.
I’m only me when I’m with you.
You seem quite nice for such a good-looking a girl/boy/person.
This party was boring ‘til you got here.
I wonder why everyone keeps trying to set us up?
I can’t take my eyes off of you.
I wouldn’t want to be trapped with anyone else.
Come back, it’s too early to get out of bed.
I’m not going to stop annoying you until you give me attention.
Hush, baby, you’re safe. I won’t ever let you go.
Just pretend to be my date/boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other.
It’s not a double date, we’re just third- and fourth-wheeling.
What made you say yes to this blind date?
I like the way your hand fits in mine.
I love that your voice is the first thing I hear each day.
You can call me whenever... even if you don’t have a reason to.
You look so cute, I could kiss you right now.
You’re my inspiration.
Your hair is so fucking soft.
Don’t get up baby, I’ll do it.
Star-gazing was such a good idea.
I think I love you.
You look amazing in the moonlight.
Shut up and kiss me.
It’s always been you.
Marry me.
Angsty/Sad Prompts
You mean way more than just a one-night stand.
Are you even listening to me?!
I thought I could trust you.
Not everyone is going to hurt you.
I want to believe you, I do.
Fuck you.
You broke my heart, and all you can say is ‘I’m sorry?’
I can’t stand the very thought of you.
I don’t trust myself around you.
That’s not what I mean and you know it.
You’re going to just leave me here?
I think you’re just afraid to be happy.
How much of that did you hear?
I like me better when I’m with you.
We need to talk.
Can’t you stay just a little longer?
You were always too good for me.
I don’t want to be alone right now.
Don’t you dare leave me.
Don’t. I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses any more.
I can’t keep fucking these random girls/boys/people and pretending they’re you.
I don’t know if I want to love or hate you.
I tried my best to not care about you, but I failed.
You expecting someone?
It’s not that easy.
He/she/person is hot, but evil.
I’m too sober for this shit.
I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the shit out of me.
We’re more than friends, and you know it!
I can’t sleep.
Do you really think that little of me?
Fuck, I’m lonely.
What the hell is wrong with you?!
You love yourself more than you could ever love me.
Compliments don’t mean shit.
Tell me I’m wrong.
Why am I not surprised?
I can’t stand the thought of you.
You’re not going anywhere.
I might never get a chance to say this again.
You drive me fucking crazy.
There’s no us. There never was.
I’m sorry things had to go down this way.
You’re in love with someone else?
I can’t stay away from you.
Am I too late?
You couldn’t handle me even if I came with step-by-step instructions.
You make me want things I can’t have.
I know I’ve screwed up, but I can make it right.
You’re a terrible liar, you know.
I’m not gonna lie, this isn’t how I wanted things to go down.
I still believe there’s a good person in you.
You’re making me think they were right about you.
I’m taking a chance on you here.
I made a mistake.
I never hated you... you just made me feel things I didn’t understand ‘til now.
No, I’m not letting you go.
Please look at me.
Is he/she/person really just a friend?
Space is the last thing I want with you.
I know you still love me.
I can’t think straight when it comes to you.
Why are you so damn stubborn?!
Don’t do this.
You never had a problem with it before.
I know I shouldn’t be here.
You deserve better.
Can we just kiss one last time? For memory’s sake?
I swear I’ll do things different/better this time.
He/She/Person is beautiful/handsome. I hope he/she/person makes you happy.
Smutty Prompts (18+ only)
You seem like a bad boy/girl/person.
Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?
Watch me.
Come sit on my lap ‘til I’m done working.
If you insist.
Steal the covers one more time, and I’ll use your body to warm me up.
You’d better watch your fucking mouth.
Behave... or else.
I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.
Like what you see?
Look at you, you’re already shaking.
I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.
Yes, I’m a bad boy, so I like bad girls.
What are you doing in my bed?
You better shut that pretty mouth before I put it to work.
Once we start, I won’t be able to stop.
I’ve never needed to be fucked this badly.
If you don’t stop, you won’t be able to walk for a week.
Don’t tease so much.
Is that a promise?
Could he/she/they make you feel as good as I do?
I don’t give a fuck. You look hot enough to fuck right here, right now.
Don’t force my hand, or I will punish you.
First one to make a noise loses.
If you’re going to act like a brat, then I’ll treat you like a brat.
I’m sorry, does that feel too good?
I wonder what they’d say if they knew what you were doing right now.
Who said it had to be on the bed?
If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.
Try to be quiet, okay?
You want to do this now? In public?
Make me.
You’ve got to be quiet or else every will know what a naughty girl/boy/person you are.
I can’t wait to be inside you later.
See that mirror? I’m going to make you watch me fuck you.
I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already this wet.
Quit teasing, or else.
If you don’t like what I’m doing, why are you moaning so loud?
Oh, you’re in trouble now.
If you keep moaning like that, I won’t be able to stop myself.
You’re mine now.
If we get caught, I’m blaming you.
If you leave the house wearing that, I’ll bend you over the bed the second you get home.
I’ll race you.
Quit distracting me.
Awww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.
If you keep acting like a brat, you’ll give me no choice.
Come here, now.
Make a sound and it’s game over.
Okay, but we’ll have to be quiet.
On your knees.
Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?
Say it. Use your words.
Don’t fucking touch what isn’t yours.
There are people around, though.
I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember that asshole’s name.
Do it. I dare you.
I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder.
Oh baby, you know you shouldn’t tease.
You’ll never, ever take me to bed.
I won’t touch you ‘til you beg me to.
I’ll bet you money that he/she/person is a beauty on the streets, but a beast between the sheets. (Or some variation of this lol)
You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat here until you walked in.
I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.
Let me show you what happens when you don’t follow the rules.
Spread your legs baby, I want to see how pretty you are.
Against the wall.
Fuck, just like that.
Suck.
Can you feel how turned on I am?
Fic Recs
Here is a list of my favorite BTS imagine writers and their amazing works of art. Show them some love, my kuties ;)
I’ll keep this list updated as I find more and more delicious writing.
Warning: All fics have their own warnings posted by the original authors. Make sure you check them before reading. Most of these contain mature themes and should not be read by anyone under 18. If the author has posted a description (smut, fluff, angst), I’ll add it to provide some forewarning.
I do write reviews for fics I come across, and I will also link them with the fic if I have written one.
Disclaimer: NONE of these fics are mine and the authors have been rightfully credited.
To the authors: If you don’t like me sharing your work in this way, dm me and I will take your fic off this list right away.
Note: Along with these amazing authors, please check out my work as well from my Masterlist.
(Threesome, foursome, OT7, etc.)
Jikook
~ Because Two is Better Than One by @noonatrash
Sope
~ Triplicity by @kainks (smut)
Vminkook
~ Maknae Line by @btssmutandfluff (smut)
Yoonkook
~ Can I? by @noonatrash (smut)
~ Double by @causekpop (smut)
~ Brooklyn is Burning by @yeoldontknow (angst, smut)
~ The Body Through Time by @yeoldontknow (angst, smut)
~ Eat Jin: A Private Viewing by @imsarabum (smut, fluff)
~ Afflatus by @kainks (smut)
~ Come Home by @kookiesjoonies (smut, fluff)
~ Eargasm by @lavishedinjimin (smut)
~ Tourist Attraction by @seokiie (smut)
COMING SOON!
(I had recommended fics here, but they have been deleted 😥)
~ Good Boy by @btssmutgalore (smut, angst, romance) [Kutemouse’s Review]
~ Lollipop (a series) by @taetaesbaebaepsae(angst, smut)
~ Pick Your Filter by @ppersonna (smut)
~ Akrasia by @nitaescence (smut)
~ Crimson Kisses by @kainks (light smut)
~ Forbidden Touch by @jkeuphoriadreamland (smut)
~ Complete by @kainks (smut)
~ Head in the Clouds by @taequois (yandere, smut) [Kutemouse’s Review]
~ Last Call by @xjoonchildx (smut)
~ Oh My God They Were (Quarantined) Roommates by @ot7always [Kutemouse’s Review]
~ Orange Tulips by @kainks (fluff, angst, smut)
~ Paint Me by @exo-can (smut)
~ Room For Two by @noir0neko (smut)
~ Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? by @sangsanghaebwa (smut)
Run BTS Episode 152 (Behind cut) @bts.bighitofficial *I don't own these pictures* #bts #bangtansonyeondan #bangtan #bangtansonyeondan방탄소년단 #bangtanboys #bulletproofboyscouts #kimnamjoon #kimseokjin #minyoongi #junghoseok #parkjimin #kimtaehyung #jeonjungkook #permissiontodance #rm #suga #jhope #seokjin #taehyung #jungkook #bangtanbomb #bighit #btsarmy #btsjimin #btsrm #btstaehyung #btsjin #btssuga #btsjungkook #btsjhope https://www.instagram.com/p/CUHr-Y5B7tM/?utm_medium=tumblr
Yes!!!!!!!!!!! Party party yeah! @bts.bighitofficial #bts #bangtansonyeondan #bangtan #bangtansonyeondan방탄소년단 #bangtanboys #bulletproofboyscouts #kimnamjoon #kimseokjin #minyoongi #junghoseok #parkjimin #kimtaehyung #jeonjungkook #butter #rm #suga #jhope #seokjin #taehyung #jungkook #bangtanbomb #bighit #btsarmy #btsjimin #btsrm #btstaehyung #btsjin #btssuga #btsjungkook #btsjhope https://www.instagram.com/p/CUK37SfhBAR/?utm_medium=tumblr
![[bts Haute Couture Series]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/d278921d356e8db58a3ea43b42423abc/tumblr_pr758zvMG51vwsmxu_500.jpg)
[bts haute couture series]
01. Kim Namjoon as Marlon Luiz Teixeira
The real model is Marlon Teixeira (original photo attached), wearing Louis Vuiton and Vitorino Campos. Photographed by Eduardo Rezende and styled by Luis Fiod for Issue Man magazine.
The first name that I thought of when seeing sir Marlon in the original picture was "Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon" and I can't help but drawing him. Marlon Teixeira is just visually amazing, and sir Eduardo captured him so well my mouth is gaping everytime I see the picture. I wish I can style myself they way sir Luis styles the models.
Coincidentally, I kinda improved my shading technique on drawing clothes. However I'm still dumb at shading human in this almost realistic drawing style (which doesn't suit me, but I still enjoy the process of going out of my comfort zone.)
I broke my own promise to post this sooner because I was tired of working from one city to another. I am also easily feverish because of the drastic temperatures of each places I visited. Now I have fully recovered and able to make finishing touch to this piece.
Lovelies, stay healthy no matter what ❤❤❤
it’s the head tilt for me 😩
never gon’ change, never gon’ trade