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atinybitofau · 4 years

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S E O N G H W A ⥈ mafia au series

RECAP: training with the boys begins and frustrations between you all get heated. Seonghwa offers you a kind gesture of motivation to get you to learn how to fight.

word count: 1600+ , tags: angst fluff

characters: ateez (ensemble), reader

⤩ CHAPTER 3 ⤩

character list . one shot

“So what DO you know how to do?”

Yunho has never recalled seeing such a pathetic attempt at shooting in his entire life. Up until today when he saw the way your hand trembles around a gun. San, on the other hand, was elated to watch you suck at every single thing you tried to do. You were downright frustrated knowing: learning how to shoot, physically defend yourself, and fighting back wasn’t something you sought to learn.

He kept his hopes high though, Yunho, wanting to see you prosper at the side of his ruthless boss. And even if San thinks otherwise of the circumstances, Yunho assumed your place beside Seonghwa would do the heartless southside king justice. Being with him for so long, Yunho knew of Seonghwa’s shortcomings. Love was undoubtedly one of the assets Seonghwa never had. Seeing as he’s at least trying, Yunho wanted to help out the fact.

He had become frustrated too whilst teaching you and decided maybe you needed a breather.

You were quiet despite San’s failed efforts to get into your head with his rambunctious insults. You only stared at the ground while the other two pondered over new ideas. You weren’t trying at all. You’d like to think it’s because you refuse to take part in justifying yourself for a self proclaimed husband. Honestly, you just had little motivation to try let alone exert any unnecessary efforts.

“Your husband’s arrived early.” A meddling voice fills your empty mind. “He‘s on his way to pick your ass up so look alive.”

Your lips curt a faint affirmation before taking your things and beelining for the building’s locker room. There was soft excitement that frenzied deep down in your stomach as you changed. Not that being around a bunch of buffoons bothered you much but you’d much more prefer the company of a senile swine like your husband than them any day. As pathetic as they sounds to you...

San’s picking at his nails cooly on the outside patio while Yunho leans against a pillar. You’re sat cozy in a chair with your bag over your lap as you all await the said mob boss’ arrival.

“Fashionably fucking late, as always.” San seethes through gritted teeth. “Does that asshole not know I have better things to do than babysit his sorry excuse for a wife?”

San was getting sick and tired of it already. Of course, unbeknownst to you, San absolutely adored his precious leader. It doesn’t excuse the fact that your obnoxiously attractive self gets to settle down with his own first love. To add to it, Seonghwa was effortlessly throwing you around like a treasure that must be watched at all times. Somehow, San realizes the time Seonghwa claimed he had when bargaining his new gift did not exist. So here San was doing Seonghwa’s bidding yet again.

Yunho notices the clench in San’s tight look and glares into his own. “Sannie. Let’s not get careless.”

“Bastard better think twice if he thinks I’m gonna still be sleeping in his house after this.”

San glances at you with no momentary comfort before sticking a cigarette into his lips. You note the face of shock that masks on Yunho’s face but says nothing at all.

“He’s here.” Yunho coughs out while glaring at the cancer stuck between San’s lips. “Kill that stupid thing.”

“With pleasure.” San growls back eyes groveling at you.

“San.”

You stand up upon seeing Seonghwa’s knowing glare from the cracked window of his sleek black SUV. The tables turned on the fellows around you when your heels flick on an opposite direction. Being unwanted never bothered you. Being unwanted forced into a situation has not once bothered you. Being victim to it and having the choice to walk out? Now that’s an additional option you’ve never always have and will always willingly take. You don’t do unnecessary efforts. And you know when you aren’t wanted.

“Y/n!”

You ignore them with heavy feet trudging in no resolute destination in mind. Your fingers play with the earphones in your bag before placing them in your deafening ears. You’re joined by a slow moving car at your side while you walk in no particular direction away from your fiancé.

“Honey, get in.”

You ignore him with a long press of your volume up button.

“Stop being stubborn, y/n.” His voice gets harder. “If I have to get out of this car so help me god I’ll—“

You snatch an earphone out of your ear. “You’ll have San deal with me?”

He abruptly brakes when you do. You let out a grunt of vexation before placing an earbud back in your ear.

Seonghwa decides to park his car right then and there to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of rice. Your face flushes in the hottest color of pink as you try to break free.

“S-SEONGHWA WHAT THE HELL?”

“This’ll be what stubborn gets you from now on.”

You resort to sulking in the front seat as your husband possesively holds his hand on the surface of your thigh. You don’t bother even looking back at where the both of you left San and Yunho, irritated eyes strewn on the outside of the moving vehicle.

“I’m assuming your training didn’t go too well.” He comments while driving faster this time.

You don’t reply making Seonghwa’s fingers twitch on your lap. So much for convincing yourself you aren’t wanted.

“Y/n, I’m no psychic. You need to tell me if something bothers you.”

You scoff. “And what, Seonghwa? You’re gonna fix it?”

“I most definitely will try if that’s what you entail me to do.”

You don’t move from your position as your husband drives you to what you know is back home. The eerie silence that fills the both of you in the car makes your gut clench. His fingers on your thigh aren’t helping the entire car ride either.

Seonghwa’s presence to you reminded you of air. He wasn’t a nuisance to have around and for an appraising relationship to move forth with lesser issues, that’s a good thing. Actually, to add to the fact, Seonghwa was much more meaningful company than anyone else. He never crossed any unnecessary lines and if he did, he did so with grace. It was hardly something you can’t sleep on.

He escorts you, with a distance between you two, towards your shared room and it feels domestic. There’s little need for words. Needn’t questions either. Seonghwa was far from an open book, but he’s not the type of novel that pegged your fancy anyway.

Seonghwa’s back was to you as he stripped out of his dark suit, shoulders bared with torturous temptation. Your mind was clouded no thoughts head empty when he brings you out of your trance with a slight quirk of his chin around his shoulder.

“I can at least draw to a conclusion,” He just keeps pushing the subject of matter you refuse to shed light on. “that the basics of living with a man like me weren’t taught to you properly then.”

Your face becomes shaded with amusement. “Living with a man like you requires basic training?”

“You always think so little of me, my precious wife.”

You feel like you’re in some fanatical love story— how fast he is to getting to your place, finger upon the tip of your chin. He lifts your gaze up onto his eyes with certainty and slight amusement too.

“I may not be of some threat to you but some people will think of you to them. I’m an expensive man and I don’t spend my money and the likes of it on just anybody.”

A twitched smile screws your expression. “And that’s supposed to impress me?”

“Scare you a better word for it.” He slips on a low cut long sleeve and a pair of casual pants before dropping you onto his lap. “I need to know. That at all times I’m never with you.. you’re prepared to take down the worst.”

Your breath hitches at the back of your throat as his fingers grace the exposed skin on your neck. His lips take upon the deed of pressing a sweet kiss, the feel of pain besting you. You don’t realize in the blur of the pleasure how a throbbing pain lingers where his lips lift.

“I know I promised not to take things too far but if you have no reason to fight, I’ll have to offer you one.”

It’s not a mark of lust nor was it a bite of love. It was a mark for people to see. It was a caligraphy of his own sort, making itvlegible for anyone to read. His lips relieves the vibrating pain and you’re curious. You turn to face him and his breath meets yours. You get caught up in something that isn’t there but you can taste. It was like something you need. A lot like air.

“It was meant for your skin.” He reassures you taking an inch of space back. “It’s not inclined for you to believe it’s also for your lips sake.”

You chuckle softly no blush apparent to his notion. “What a romanticist.”

He boredly hums. “Seems so.”

You wear a shirt that reveals the mark as if you’re proud to bear it. No, it’s not pride you feel entitled to, it’s the meaning. It gives you reason to fight.

Seonghwa stands beside you while you throw punches; in front of you when you kick and swing so he can teach you how it’s done.

It’s then you realize why he’s Southside’s king and why he deserves his title.

“Yunho informed me that your lack of skill was overbearing this afternoon.” Seonghwa speaks highly, eyes dawned with amusement and amazement. “That or I’m just one hell of a good teacher.”

You lean over to help him up. “I didn’t have a reason to defend myself. I think I do now.”

“While fighting me?”

“Something like that..”

@atinybitofau

a/n: ROUGH EDIT

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bangtanfancamp · 4 years

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of Dusk and Summer

✨ Teaser 2✨

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∴one shot

∴masterlist

∴playlist/soundtrack

∴pairing: Park Jimin x artist reader

∴teaser length: 1.2k

∴word count: approx 30k +

∴rating: mature

∴genre: coming of age, high school au, bf2l (best friends to lovers), romance, angst, fluff

∴warnings: mentions of abusive behavior and dysfunctional family dynamics, loss, light smut- sort of? (Intense makeout- still SFW)

∴summary: Graduation and academic excellence is all Jimin has had his eyes fixed on for as long as he can remember. Today, it finally happens. Today, he finally walks the stage and graduates. Today, his goals finally become reality. Or at least, that’s what he thought-until the best friend he thought he knew inside and out shows up in his window while he’s getting ready, and his life is never quite the same.

Alt: Park Jimin and his best friend have one incredible night that changes what they are to each other forever.

𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝟷 ∴ 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝟸

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Ten minutes later, and against his better judgment, Jimin is lowering himself down the godforsaken trellis behind you and into his front yard with a backpack slung over his shoulder. His perfectly pressed and creased dress clothes have been replaced with his favorite blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a too wide collar that he snatched from his closet in haste. He grumbles as his timberland boots catch on the lattice and send a chunky piece of wood careening off the edge of the trellis. Another thing to add to today’s list of sins, he supposes. His mother really is going to throttle him when she gets her hands on him. He can’t help but sigh at the thought. At least if he dies, he dies in his favorite outfit.

As he slides into the passenger seat, he wonders if he should text her. He heard the commotion of his parents leaving ages ago, his mother adamant about finding good parking as she stuffed her precious yapping Pekingese in her too big purse and slammed the back door shut. The idea of them sitting there waiting for a son who never shows up makes his heart feel a little sick. So he sends something non-committal to his father, the calmer of the two- an emergency came up with a friend. I’m safe but i can’t make graduation. I’m sorry- mutes it, and shoves it in his pocket.

As you turn the engine over and begin to pull away, Jimin looks back over his shoulder and catches a glimpse of his cat’s warm terra cotta fur sitting in his windowsill. If it’s even possible, her sweet face looks confused to watch him go. Like she knows something is wrong about today. Jimin knows he’s projecting, but still, he swears he can almost hear her solemn meow as you turn the corner and he loses sight of both her and the way this day was supposed to go.

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An hour in, neither of you has said a word.

Not really. It feels strange. At some point, you’d begun playing a soft acoustic playlist in the background just to fill the air with something other than this sterile silence. Yet it remained suffocatingly still between you otherwise. Neither of you were even humming along or tapping your fingers- nothing.

The engine’s steady rumble and shaky, finger picked guitar strings remain the only sounds in the cabin as Jimin’s gaze stays pointedly focused out the passenger window. His fingertips make an absent minded profession of picking at the unraveling threads of his ripped jeans, and you try to pretend this doesnt hurt. The silence between you feels weighty, heavy- wrong. Full of all the questions he won’t ask and the answers you won’t offer.

You wish it wasn’t like this.

You wish you hadn’t had to come find him today. That things were different. That everything was different. You’re grateful that he’s here- truly, you are. It’s just that you wish you had been strong enough to do it alone. That you could’ve been braver.

That you weren’t such a coward.

That’s the one that stings the most. No matter how hard you try to push your troubled thoughts away, that’s the one that always ricochets back the fastest. You hate it. You should’ve figured out how to face this alone- but you’d been scared, and it made you selfish. You can’t help but feel guilty about the rite of passage you’d stolen from him today. You hope one day he’ll understand.

You hope one day he can forgive you.

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An hour and a half later, you find yourself on a patch of winding, interconnecting backroads so old they’re still just gravel. Tree boughs sweep low overhead in this forgotten area so far outside the city. You and Jimin had picked up some fast food at the last place you’d seen for miles not too long ago, but your bag remains folded over on the bench seat between you. You’ll eat when you get there, you think. And if your memory serves you right, it shouldn’t be too long now.

Jimin, to his credit, still hasn’t asked where you’re going as he munches unenthusiastically on his cardboard French fry. You miss the melodic sound of his voice. Especially now. It would’ve been a nice companion these last few hours. But you understand. You know him. Honestly, at this point, you’ve realized his silence is actually a gift. Jimin holds his tongue for no one, so the fact that he’s stayed beside you with little to no resistance this entire drive says a lot about how seriously he’s taking this, how important to him you are, and you’re grateful.

You know he’s upset and confused right now, and Jimin doesn’t handle feeling lost very well. It’s why he always pushed so hard in school all these years. He never could stand not knowing the why behind things. And he never handled irrationality well. So you’re sure spontaneously dragging him out of his bedroom on the biggest day of his high school career has set off more than a few alarm bells for him- yet he remains silent for your sake.

Jimin was usually a force to reckoned with in his own domain- every teacher at school knew it too. They all dreaded his inevitable irreverence and pushback when they required anything of him that he might deem unreasonable or poorly thought out. They knew good and well what a spitfire he was. He was passionate and loud about needing to understand, to be ahead of the game. It’s why he was such a brilliant student.

It’s why he should’ve been valedictorian.

That nauseous twinge is back in your gut, but you push it down as you turn down a particularly neglected road and something else swirls in your chest. Ivy and brambled blackberry plants have twined themselves around the rusted iron gate at the end of the lane in front you. The trees dip low and wild as you hop wordlessly out of the truck to undo the padlock chaining the ancient gate to the sunken wooden fence line.

The air here is so much lighter, so much cleaner than in the city, and a wave of nostalgia grips you so tightly you fear you may collapse. Eyes fluttering shutas your shoulders dip, you let the old memories overtake you as you still in the high grass by the gate.

You can’t remember the last time you were here, and the thought makes tears that you refuse to shed prick the corners of your eyes. Things should never have gotten this bad, you think- but here you are. Breathing deeply, you turn the numbers on the lock through sheer muscle memory and trudge bare legged through the high summer hay to push the gate wide open, your graduation robes abandoned hours ago.

Hopping back into the truck, you direct it through the gate like slipping through a portal into another world- a gentler world. A sweeter time in a simple place that was always kind to you, even when the rest of the world was harsh. You hope it will be gracious enough to accept you again now as you slip out yonce again to push the gate shut before driving you and Jimin a mile deep out into the center of the beautiful, wild, undisturbed hay field.

Shifting into park, you take a deep, trembling breath and turn off the engine.

“We’re here.” You whisper in the stillness.

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✨full fic coming soon! ✨

Are you guys getting curious yet? 👀 I certainly hope so . Also! Thank you to @itshardcandy for your sweet comment on the first teaser!!!! it was so encouraging to see. Thank you for sharing a little kindness ☺️💕💖✨

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geraskierarchive · 4 years

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I wear your shirt like it’s your arms around me by hendollana

rating Mature / wc 4,974 / notes 5+1, established relationship, fluff

"You're not expecting me to fuck you whilst we travel on Roach, are you?"

Jaskier splutters, furrowing his brow in a glare directed towards Geralt. "No, you barbarian, I am not."

"Then why are you wearing my shirt?"

Five times Jaskier wore an item of Geralt's clothing and one time Geralt wore an item of Jaskier's.

#geraskier #geraskier fic rec #r:mature #wc:u5k #wc:multichap #gen:canonau #gen:5and1 #t:fluff #t:establishedrelationship #t:hurtcomfort #l:english #pov:jaskier

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bakudekuficlibrary · 5 years

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Hello there! I actually wanted to know your funniest group chat/textfic/etc recommendation list! Bonus points for completion, mwah thank you!!

I couldn’t find any completed ones except for the first one, sorry! Hope you like them!- Fi

15 Works.

Class 1-A fuckery by garden_hearts386( T | 25454 | 24/24 )

Broccoli added nyoom, Pepe, dollar-store-Pikachu, and 15 more.

Broccoli: I have made a mistake…

begoneTHOT: …oh no not again

hardboi: I’m getting Vietnam flashbacks

Broccoli: a horrible mistake…

dollar-store-Pikachu: fucking

begoneTHOT: I will give you a pass because you didn’t invite Mineta

Broccoli: Mineta can go choke

sparky: I’m just gonna nope this into fuckthatville

sparky left the chatBroccoli added sparky to the chat

Broccoli: first of all: rude

Broccoli: second of all: there is no escape

sparky: damn it

Fuck ya Chicken Strips by garden_hearts386( G | 5524+ | 8/10 )

3Dprinter: mina if I walk into your room and find the James Charles palette I will sue

pinkity drinkity: bet

cakeboss: what

3Dprinter changed pinkity drinkity’s name to sistersued

sistersued: sister shit

3Dprinter: sister suffer

This is basically a continuation of a fic I did a little bit ago. it will be short and it will be awful. enjoy

[On Hiatus] The strangest groupchat ever by Toxic_Trashbag( Not Rated | 1293+ | 2/? )

A random stranger that none of the class 1-A students know, adds everyone to a groupchat and the fun begins. (not good at summaries. Woops)

[Abandoned] the class 1-a group chat by electraheathens( T | 5242+ | 10/? )

iida’s homework chatroom has just turned into a mess of memes, fights, and ships.

[On Hiatus] Hit or Miss, I guess they never miss huh? by mini_gh0st( Not Rated | 3875+ | 8/? )

TodoWokei: Im basically a furnace with a built in freezer

Danki: Does that make Endeavour just a furnace?

TodoWokei: No it makes him just an asshole

RockSolidNut: Yall hear sum? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°

My Groupchat Academia by snailchurch( G | 3015 | 2/2 )

In which the bakusquad groupchat gets a little bit bigger.

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AllMight101: I’m assuming AngryBoi is Kacchan?

AngryBoi: shut up deli

AllMight101: DELI

AngryBoi: autocorrect can literally eat my ass

The Titty Gang War Room by GreeniTea( T | 834+ | 2/? )

Iida has added Shoto, Uraraka, Denki, +17 others in Class 1-a

Iida: Hello fellow students of 1-a! This chat is for educational use, please don’t use in class!!

Uraraka: iida you made a mistake

Denki: SUP HOES

Mina: caps lock attack

Bakugou: who in the actual fuck decided it was a good idea to make this?

Sero: idk but i know that iida will regret this soon

Or; iida makes a groupchat and immediately regrets it.

[Abandoned] OwO, Whats this? by Midodoodles ( Not Rated | 721+ | 2/? )

Iida thought starting a group chat would be a good idea.

Boy, was he wrong.

(i have no clue what im doign y e e t)

[Abandoned] Stoned, zoned, I should quit. by herecomesthementalinstability( Not Rated | 4515+ | 6/? )

Basically Iida makes a class chat and everything goes to shit. Uraraka is the shipper that we all need but don’t deserve, Midoriya is deNSe, Todoroki just wants to enjoy his soba, and no one understands a n y t h i n g.

Two Aces Make A King Of Hearts by Shemtimeter( T | 13114+ | 6/? )

Deku met Kacchan in an MMORPG without knowing the other in person, then they got married because of a main quest and pk couple battle, and then eventually falls in love with each other. However in real life, they’re rivals in acing the class and seems to dislike each other.

{ Curator’s Note: A couple of chapters aren’t text fic. }

Group chats dont help by SinisterArtist( Not Rated | 6621+ | 4/? )

Baku-GoneI think Im going to join Pride too

Sharknadowhoah, really?!

Baku-GoneYeah im fuckin gay manI dont want to associate with loosers but i might as well fucking join

(A chat-fic between everyone. Slow updates)

[On Hiatus] non cishet gathering by hitoshinsou( Not Rated | 4540+ | 5/? )

gf (good frog): @EXPLODO KING does izuku-kun make ur heart go doki doki nya~

EXPLODO KING has deleted a message by gf (good frog)!

EXPLODO KING: EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU SHUT YOUR FUCK UP OR ILL KILL ALL OF YOU

uravitea: “shut your fuck up” i kin that

[On Hiatus] Just another 1-A chat fic by HauntedShadowMunchkin, pizzapug789( Not Rated | 1822+ | 4/? )

Darth Plagueis: *jumps down behind you*

Darth Plagueis: I’vE eNgAgEd ThE eNeMy

Lesbionage: Star what the actual fuck?!

Darth Plagueis: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Autobots roll out: I’m deeply concerned.

Elphaba: Deku…. your friends from America are… strange…

Bone hurt juice: I know, I regret adding them to the chat now.

Lesbionage: I’m hurt.

Darth Plageuis: *Overwhelming oofing*

Anger child: That’s it… i’m fucking killing them!

[Abandoned] Just Another Chat Fic by orphan_account( T | 1159 | 2/25 )

i try and attempt at doing a chat fic

[Abandoned] They Say 3 a.m. is the Hour of the Wicked. They Weren’t Wrong, but I Didn’t Expect “Wicked” to Mean This. by Celestial_Hero (orphan_account)( T | 16085 | 13/? )

Remember the last time you actually slept before 3 in the morning? Neither does Izuku, thanks to the #alwayslit conversations from the hellhole known as the group chat. Where the pizzas are always b o n e l e s s and the shade constant, Izuku wonders what he’s done wrong in his life to deserve the constant salt from the active landfill.

#bakudeku #katsudeku #bnha #bkdkfl ask #w:none #r:mature #r:teen #r:general #r:none #g:AU #g:humor #g:canonverse #curator fi #long post

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chilligyu · 5 years

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info: yoon jeonghan/reader, mature, hanahaki au genre: romance, horror | word ct: 1k warnings: hanahaki related gore, major character death, blood summary: there was nothing that yoon jeonghan loved more than a perfect red rose, and she was the most beautiful of them all. note: set in the same universe as if lilies were red, this story takes place before the events of ilwr and was inspired by the song where the wild roses grow by nick cave & kylie monogue. i hope you enjoy! my first attempt at a horror story and it’s not that creepy lol. rip me.

@hungline idk what i’d do without you