Kim Namjoon Masterlist

I’m so excited to get more of this!!!

The Case of Us.

Summary: You and Namjoon are an unlikely pair, clashing from the start. He’s a seasoned detective, used to working alone and running on instinct. You, a rookie, fresh off acing your detective exam, ready to prove yourself. At first, you butt heads—your sharp, hardheaded approach grating against his calm, measured demeanor. But there's an undeniable pull between the two of you, an unspoken understanding that begins to form as you both tackle case after case. Through the chaos of the job, you rely on each other more and more. And though you're still figuring out the balance between the stubborn rookie and the seasoned detective, you both know one thing for certain—you're a hell of a team. A/N: Oh Hey everyone... So, I did it again—I got overwhelmed by life and felt the need to write... And you know the drill. (I ended up re-reading Chapter 4 of Holiday Pretense so many times that I couldn’t tell what was repeating and what was just my brain spiraling. And i guess I rage-quit for the day) So instead, I ended up writing something completely different. But this time, it's really random and far "into the story". Also, that pancake dialogue is loosely inspired by a conversation from "Castle"-oldish detective serries i love to this day. Call it a teaser if you will? (I wanna know if anyone would be interested in something like this.) (besides those 5 wips i have already lol. i need professional help 😓🥲) (thank you always @callmenoona25 for proofreading. love you) Pairing: Namjoon x f.reader Genre: detective/ thriller. neo noir(?) Rating: explicit. Minors do not interact. Warnings: Guns. Mentions of serial killers and bodies. Crimes. Corpses. police/detective lingo. Detective Yoongi and Jungkook being the best duo. (Also, if you know me. I tend to keep it light- not very gore. But i do have a genuine obsession with true crime/detective stories/criminology. So this might turn off some readers. proceed at your own discretion) tag list: @uniquetravelerone @sexytholland @codeinebelle @annyeongbitch7 @rpwprpwprpwprw @goldietigers294 @amarawayne @oneshallsmile

The dead of night. The scent of rain still clung stubbornly to the damp, heavy air, even hours after the downpour had stopped. Your tv was on, though it was on mute.

Then you heard it.

A sound—a shuffle by the doorway.

Instinct took over. The lights went dark in an instant, your hand moving with practiced ease to the gun at your hip. You gripped it tight, steady, breath held as you listened.

The sounds didn’t stop. The lock turned. The knob twisted.

Before the intruder could take a step inside, you struck—slamming your full weight against him, pinning him to the doorframe, gun pressed firm against his throat.

“Holy shit-!”

A familiar voice. Your grip tightened for just a second before recognition set in.

“Namjoon?”  you didn’t lower the gun.

“Who else would it be?” his tone was maddeningly casual, one hand gripping your wrist, pushing the barrel down to his chest, right above his heart. “Just— don’t shoot the face.”

Your pulse was still hammering in your ears, the rush of the adrenaline refusing to fade. You let out a slow breath, easing the gun off his chest but not fully lowering it.

Namjoon let out a short chuckle- half amused, half exasperation. “Nice to see you too,” he muttered, rolling his shoulder as if shaking off the impact.

“You could’ve called.” you shot back, eyes still sharp, scanning his face in the dim light. he looked tired, damp hair falling messily over his forehead, his clothes wrinkled like he’d been running all night.

“And argue with you over the phone?” he asked, rubbing at his throat where the gun had pressed, “I think it worked out better this way.”

Your gaze flicked to the door, still slightly ajar. “You picked the lock?!”

He shrugged. “Old habits.”

You exhaled through your nose, finally lowering the gun all the way. “What the hell are you doing here, Namjoon?”

His smirk faltered slightly. For the first time, you noticed the tension in his jaw, the way is fingers curled slightly over the damp paper bags he was carrying.

“I-” he took a breath, like the confession hurt, “I’m worried about you.”

You huff, incredulous, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it.

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can. Clearly.” he gestured vaguely towards the gun in your hand. “Doesn’t change the fact that as your supervisor and partner, I worry about you.” He moved with ease, setting the bags on your kitchen table, leaving a trail of wet footsteps all across your tile floor.

“Namjoon, I’m not a rookie anymore.”

Namjoon let out a quiet sigh, rubbing a hand over his face before leaning against the counter. “I never said you were.”

You crossed your arms, watching him. “Then stop treating me like one.”

His eyes flicked to yours—sharp, unreadable. “If you want me to stop, then quit making it so damn easy to worry.”

That shut you up for a second.

The weight of his words lingered in the space between you, thick as the humidity still clinging to the air. You glanced at the paper bags on the table, the edges crumpled from his grip. “What’s this?”

“Dinner.” He peeled one open, pulling out a takeout container. “Figured you haven’t eaten.”

You frowned, but your stomach betrayed you with a quiet growl. Namjoon heard it—of course he did—and the smirk that tugged at his lips made you want to shoot him just on principle.

“I was going to eat.”

“Yeah?” He arched a brow, flipping open the container. “What, exactly? Stale instant noodles? Maybe those grotesque granola bars you like to keep in your purse and only eat after they expire?”

You huffed but didn’t deny it.

Namjoon grabbed a pair of chopsticks and held them out. “Sit. Eat.”

“Is this standard procedure with all your trainees?” The sarcasm was thick in your voice, but you still took a seat across from him.

“Just the ones that get themselves targeted by serial killers.”

Your grip on the chopsticks faltered for just a second.

Then you scoffed. “That supposed to be a joke?”

Namjoon didn’t laugh. Didn’t even blink.

Your stomach twisted.

“I’m serious.” His voice had dropped, low and steady, the kind that sent a chill down your spine. “We need to talk.”

You eyed him warily, then set the container down. “About what?”

Namjoon exhaled, rubbing at his temple like he already regretted this conversation. “There was another one.”

Your fingers curled instinctively around the edge of the table. “Where?”

“Downtown. Two blocks from our last case.”

You didn’t need him to elaborate. Your mind was already connecting the dots, pulling up images you didn’t want to see.

Same M.O.? You almost asked, but you already knew the answer.

Namjoon watched you carefully, like he was waiting for the realization to hit.

It did.

“That’s why you’re here.” The words tasted bitter. “You think I’m next.”

His jaw tightened. “And you clearly agree. Why else would you sleep with your gun strapped to your hip?”

“I think you guys are overreacting.”

“Is that why you called the protection detail off? You were supposed to have uniforms watching you right now.”

“The captain is being absurd.” You take a bite of rice “Much like you are right now.” You argue between mouthfuls.

“You’re impossible.” He watched you with that usual superior look of his, that challenging glare that made your blood boil.

“So, what? You decided to break in and deliver takeout because you think I have a target on my back?”

Namjoon’s expression didn’t shift. If anything, his silence spoke louder than any answer he could’ve given.

Your stomach churned—not from the food, but from the implications hanging between you.

He wasn’t here just because he thought you were in danger.

He was here because he knew you were.

“I’m staying the night.”

You snapped. “Oh, like hell you are!”

Namjoon didn’t flinch. He just set down his chopsticks and looked you dead in the eye, his gaze unwavering.

“I’m staying the night,” he repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You shot him a look that could cut glass, but his expression didn’t change. There was something in his eyes—something you couldn't quite place.

“Not a chance, Namjoon,” you snapped, pushing yourself away from the table. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“No, you need to not get killed.”

The words snapped like a gunshot between you, sharp and final.

Neither of you spoke.

Outside, the rain threatened to start again, fat droplets tapping against the glass.

You held his stare, your jaw clenched and shoulders squared, the air between you so tense it felt like either of you might snap.

“Fine.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “But you sleep on the couch.”

Namjoon’s lips twitched into a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Deal,” he said, nodding in silent agreement as he slowly backed away from the table. He didn’t argue further—there was nothing left to say once the terms were set. “I also got us a bottle of wine to celebrate you finally taking an order from me.”

“You’re impossible,” you counter, using his earlier line.

You resumed eating, though the rice had lost its appeal. Each bite felt heavy, burdened by the tension between you. Every clink of chopsticks and scrape of ceramic against the table punctuated the silence like a metronome counting down the moments until something else would shatter the uneasy calm.

Namjoon didn’t respond immediately, his gaze drifting toward the kitchen counter, where the bottle of wine sat like a silent witness to the strange turn of events. He seemed content to let the silence stretch between you, his presence still an unspoken weight in the room.

The tension was thick, almost suffocating, but you didn’t care to break it. Not yet. The thoughts swirling in your head—the things you hadn’t said out loud—kept you rooted in place. The noise of the rain outside, once soothing, now only added to the discomfort that crawled under your skin.

Namjoon poured two glasses of wine, his movements slow and deliberate. When he placed one in front of you, you took it without a word. He watched you for a beat, his eyes searching, trying to gauge what was really going on beneath the surface.

You took a sip, the warmth of the wine doing little to ease the cold unease that wrapped around you. The day, the case, everything was starting to feel too close, too personal. And Namjoon’s silent presence wasn’t helping, no matter how much it was meant to comfort.

After a few minutes, Namjoon cleared his throat softly, watching you look down into your glass. “I don’t suppose you’d mind if I set up my gear in the living room?” he asked, voice low. “Just in case we need to move fast.”

You frowned, glancing toward the door where the muted TV light played over the wall. “It’s your turn to be my backup tonight,” you muttered, half teasing, half warning.

He raised an eyebrow. “You know I never leave your side—even if I’m on the couch,” he replied, a trace of amusement in his tone that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You shot him a sidelong look, then set your glass down. “Get your things, Namjoon. And for the record, I’d prefer not to have a detective rummaging through my living room,” you added, attempting to lighten your tone despite the unease creeping in.

He smirked. “I’ll try to behave,” he said with a wink that belied the seriousness behind his words.

Moments later, the quiet hum of preparation filled the apartment. Namjoon unpacked his duffel bag with the methodical precision of someone who’d been in high-stakes situations far too many times. You found yourself glancing repeatedly at the window, where the rain began to fall again in earnest, drumming against the glass like a ragged heartbeat.

“I’ll fetch you some blankets.”

“A few pillows too.”

You chuckle, “Do you want a facemask too?”

Namjoon looked up from his bag, a playful glint in his eyes despite the tension hanging in the air. “Only if it comes with a side of earplugs,” he teased, the corner of his lips twitching upward.

You rolled your eyes, standing up from the table and moving toward the closet “Yeah, baby boy needs his beauty sleep.”

You tossed the blanket and pillows onto the couch, but as you straightened up, the sound of the rain outside seemed to deepen, becoming almost repetitive in its heaviness. For a moment, neither of you spoke—just the low hum of the apartment and the soft drum of water against glass.

Namjoon broke the silence with a more serious note. “Try and get some rest. You’ve had a long week.”

You paused, turning to face him, your gaze met his, and for a moment, the usual banter was gone, replaced by something more sincere—something that tugged at the edges of your own quiet worry. You opened your mouth, but the words didn’t come right away, and you debated if you even wanted to let them out.

“Thank you.”

Namjoon’s gaze softened, the seriousness in his face fading into something just slightly softer.

He nodded slowly, as if accepting your gratitude, though his lips didn’t curve into a smile. There was something grounding about the way he held your gaze, like he understood more than you were saying.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he murmured, his voice low, but the words carried weight. “It’s what we do.”

You exhaled quietly, finally giving in to the tension in your shoulders. “Yeah, well... it’s still nice to hear.” You couldn’t stop yourself from adding, the soft edge to your tone. “Thank you for being here. And for dinner.”

“It’s no problem,” he said quietly, his voice steady but gentle. “You know I’ve got your back.”

“Yeah.” You still sigh despite yourself, pushing towards the bedroom “Goodnight Joon.”

Namjoon watched you as you moved toward the bedroom, his eyes soft, but there was a hint of something unreadable in them. He remained silent for a moment, just watching you before speaking in that calm, reassuring tone of his.

“Goodnight,” he said quietly, though his voice lingered in the space between you, grounding you in the moment.

You didn’t turn back, but his presence, quiet and constant, felt like a weight lifted, even just for tonight. The quiet murmur of the rain outside seemed softer, less oppressive as you closed the door behind you.

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The smell of pancakes felt foreign in your apartment. The rich, buttery scent filled the air, its warmth cutting through the cool, damp atmosphere of the morning. You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the grogginess, your mind still hazy from sleep. It took a few seconds for you to process what was happening.

Namjoon.

You could hear the faint sound of him humming, the clink of utensils, the quiet sizzle of batter on the griddle. The peacefulness of it felt almost surreal after the tension of the night before.

Rubbing your eyes, you stepped out of the bedroom, the coolness of the floor beneath your feet grounding you back in reality. You walked toward the kitchen, where Namjoon was flipping pancakes like he’d done this a hundred times in your kitchen—like he belonged there.

He glanced up when you appeared, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but it was the kind of smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. The weight of last night still hung in the air between you.

“Morning,” he greeted softly, the scent of coffee following the pancakes.

You blinked at the scene, still a little dazed. “Did you... make this?” You gestured toward the stack of golden pancakes, the syrup bottle, and the neatly placed plates.

“I wanted to make eggs. But they expired last year, and your bacon had something growing on it.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. We need to go to the precinct.”

“Will you relax? Just sit down and eat.”

You shot him a look, but he was already plating another pancake, as if he were completely unfazed by the chaos that had defined your life for the last few days.

“I’m serious, Namjoon. We don’t have time for breakfast. The precinct is waiting, and you’ve got a duty.” You gestured vaguely to the mess of plates and syrup bottles, your voice tightening slightly despite the absurdity of the moment.

He turned to you with an almost exasperated expression, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You need food. We both do. The precinct will be there when we're ready. In the meantime, we sit. We eat. You get a few minutes to breathe.”

You huffed in frustration but couldn't deny the logic behind his words. He was right, you were barely functioning on caffeine and adrenaline, and you needed a break—even if just for a few minutes.

“Fine,” you muttered, sitting down at the table. “But as soon as we're done, we're out the door. No more distractions.”

Namjoon gave you a nod, his tone still light. “Oh, I forgot the newspaper.” He turned off the stove and did his little half-jog to the door.

But as soon as he twisted the doorknob, the door slammed open against the weight of the body propped against it. A sickening thud reverberating through the apartment. Your heart skipped a beat as the sight of the corpse registered in an instant—its pale, lifeless face staring up at you, eyes vacant and unseeing. The air in the room felt like it had thickened, the weight of the situation crashing down on you.

Namjoon froze for a moment, his hand still on the doorknob. Then, without a word, he stepped back, his body moving with precision as he grabbed his cell and tossed it to you.

“Call the precinct.” He instructed, fetching his gun in an instant “And stay back.”

Your fingers trembled as you caught the phone, the shock still running through your veins. You barely registered the coldness of the device against your palm, too focused on the scene in front of you. The body. The blood that had pooled around it, seeping into the carpet like it was part of the apartment itself.

You fumbled with the phone, dialling the precinct, your breath hitching in your throat. The line rang once, twice, before someone picked up, their voice professional, unaware of the horror unfolding in your living room.

“112, what’s your emergency?”

“This is Detective Hwang, badge number 1209. There’s a body on my front door.”

The voice on the other end of the line shifted instantly, now alert. “Detective Hwang, stay on the line. Is the scene secure? Do you need assistance?”

“Yes,” you said, your voice tight as you tried to steady your breathing. “We have a body. It's… propped against the door. Get someone here immediately.”

“Understood, Detective. Stay where you are. Officers are on their way. Do not engage with the scene further.”

You glanced over at Namjoon, who was crouched by the body now, his gun trained at the door as he assessed the situation. He didn't flinch or pause, moving with the practiced calm that had always been his trademark.

It took less than 8 minutes for your apartment to be crawling with uniforms, CSU, and of course, Detective Yoongi and Jungkook.

“So,” Jungkook was talking to Namjoon, merely a few steps away from where you sat at the kitchen table across from Yoongi. “Wine glasses.”

“Yeah, Namjoon brought dinner and wine.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and Namjoon with a smirk. “Dinner and wine, huh? Cozy night in?”

Namjoon shot him a deadpan look. “It was supposed to be breakfast, too, until we were rudely interrupted by a corpse.”

Jungkook let out a low whistle, shaking his head “Pancakes?”

You glanced over at him, confused.

“So, nothing else happened?” Jungkook continued undeterred.

“Jungkook what are you on about?”

“Well, you know what they say about pancakes.” Yoongi replied, though his eyes were still glued to his notepad.

You narrowed your eyes, glancing between Yoongi and Jungkook. “Okay, I’ll bite. What do they say about pancakes?”

Jungkook grinned like he’d been waiting for you to ask. “Pancakes are the best way to say ‘Hey, thanks for that amazing sex last night.’”

You choked on absolutely nothing, spluttering as Namjoon let out the world’s longest sigh beside you.

“Oh my God,” Namjoon muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can we not do this right now?”

Yoongi finally glanced up from his notepad, entirely unbothered. “It’s a well-documented theory.”

Jungkook nodded, very seriously. “Classic post-hookup breakfast. Means it was so good that one of you felt compelled to whip up something warm and sweet the next morning.”

Your mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. “It was just breakfast, Jungkook.”

“Was it?” Jungkook teased, crossing his arms. “Because the way I see it, there are two wine glasses on the counter, Namjoon sleeping over, and pancakes on the table.”

Namjoon made a noise somewhere between a groan and a death rattle. “I hate all of you.”

You threw up your hands. “For the last time, nothing happened!”

Yoongi huffed, and Jungkook shook his head as he jotted down on his notepad “witness refuses to cooperate.”

You gawked at him. “Are you seriously writing that down?”

Jungkook nodded, scribbling dramatically. “Refuses to acknowledge the overwhelming evidence of post-coital carbohydrates-”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face.

Namjoon, looking moments away from actual homicide, turned to Yoongi. “Please arrest him for obstruction.”

Yoongi barely held back a smirk. “Tempting.”

This story is so, so good! (Chef’s kiss). The Namjoon in this fic is the perfect boyfriend!

My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold || KNJ || Masterpost

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Complete!)

Rating: NSWF - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, slow burn, eventual smut

Pairings: KNJ x female reader, unrequited KTH x reader

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love. 

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.  Warnings: pov changes - some scenes are namjoon’s pov, conversations revolving around the past loss of immediate family members, language, drinking, angst, a LOT of poetry sorry, eventual smut - sections will have individual warnings

Author's Note: huge thank you to @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii for beta-ing and listening to me talk about this series a LOT!!! Second thank you to @/jeonqkooks for the gorgeous banner and ALSO for listening to me talk about this way too much lolllll

Series Teaser:

Namjoon peers at you through eyes squinted in suspicion. “How drunk are you?”

You consider this. “Enough that I want to kiss you again, to hell with the consequences. Not too drunk to remember that there would be consequences.”

The playfulness leaves his face; it’s too obvious not to notice. “Consequences like what?”

It’s a challenge. He knows you know it.

“Namjoon,” you say, a little pleading. Don’t. 

“Consequences like Taehyung would see?” he presses. His voice has gone hard.

I. Your Wild-Running Heart | 7k

II. My Devotion's Been an Ocean | 7k

III. So I Speak Your Name | 7.5k

IV. Something Has to Change | 7.5k

V. Say What You Mean | 6k

VI. Don't Think About Him | 6k

VII. Supposed to Be With You | 6k

VIII. Nothing Grows Here | 5.5k

IX. Heedless and Willful | 8k

X. So I Follow | 7.8k

XI. All of It | 8K

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Extras:

-> The apartment's layout

-> Section II Poetry Analysis

-> Section III Poetry Analysis

-> Section IV Poetry Analysis

-> Section VI Poetry Analysis

-> Section VIII Poetry Reading and Analysis

Too beautiful not to reblog! 😍

The Story Of The City of Valoria

Warning : This story contains mentions and description of violence, blood, gore, torture, smut, snake hybrid smut, betrayal, angst and negetive emotions and slight religious aspects.

Authors note : Hello guys, it's my first time writing here and I hope I am doing everything right- the pictures used are not my own and have been taken from Pinterest. Credits to the owner. Plagiarism is a crime, don't do it

And overall I hope you would like this series. (P.S - This is and x OC story, there will be both Namjoon x OC and Yoongi x another OC here.)

Masterlist

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Prologue

She, was missing.

Her best friend was missing.

Luna felt like screaming her lungs out. There was no news of her being reported missing, nobody seems to know her, or more specifically, REMEMBER her.

She felt like she was spiraling down the dark into a void filled with despair. Her best friend was missing and nobody seemed to care or notice.

Her only source of happiness was missing.

Luna had called every single one of her mutual friends to ask about her whereabouts but there was no answer. The only thing she heard from them was "who are you talking about?"

Granted, she and her best friend had not met before and had bonded through texts and calls. But it was a bond like never before. Both of them were ready to give up everything just to help each other out, hell, they even planned to run away from thishell hole of a household to live together in peace in a shared apartment.

Where did everything go wrong?

Yes, everything went wrong exactly a month ago.

Luna remembers it clearly. That single text, that single phrase. Was enough to move her to tears.

Luna had vented out about how the situation in her house had turned worse, how both she and her brother was affected by it. But her brother was just 6 year old, and was never on the recieving end of the harsh reality.

Wait for me, my moon.

After that, she just disappeared.

Several texts, several calls, none went through. None of them. She stared and stared at her phone, waiting for that one text from that one person she was waiting for.

As she laid on her couch, drained, she remembered all those fun and deep conversations she had with her best friend everyday. It was the highlight of her day, a break from the harsh reality.

Suddenly, a noise resonated through the apartment.

It was from her phone.

She scrambled towards it, hoping for some news and what she saw made all the pent up emotions just flourish in her body. Her blood thrummed in her veins as her hearing felt distance and eyes focused.

Come to the rooftop for me?

Luna wanted to scream. To cry. To hit her, to curse her, for making her go through all those terrible emotions.

She ran towards her room, not caring if her brother was asleep inside or not. She hastily grabbed a jacket and ran out of her apartment. She was thankful that her parents weren't home that night.

She couldn't wait for the elevator to arrive, so she ran up the stairs.

Finally she saw the metal door leading to the rooftop and banged it open and stepped out. The wind was blowing gently against her warm and sweaty skin as she huffed, her heart beat accelerated.

There, sat on the edge of the roof was a familiar figure, dressed in complete white.

Their eyes met each other and Luna could feel a new wave of tears resurface.

The figure hopped down from her own seat and walked over to her with the same loopside grin.

"I take it that I was very dearly missed?" Her cheeky voice spoke up.

At this Luna stepped hard on her best friends foot making her yell out in pain.

"Fucking OUCH HoNey-" she cursed as she hopped around on one foot holding her other injured foot.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING WORRIED I WAS? I COULDNT SLEEP FOR DAYS! DAYS YOU IDIOT. I CALLED UP ALL OF UR SO CALLED FRIENDS AND THEY ALL JUST- PRETENDED NOT TO KNOW YOU? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" Luna burst out in anger and frustration.

At this, the latter stopped and her face turned peacefully grim. She took a step forward towards the girl and embraced her.

"I'm sorry" Luna heard her.

Luna embraced her back as she cried a river into her best friends soft shirt as the latter gently caressed her hair.

"I was so scared" Luna whispered, hiccuping at nearly every syllable.

"Shh honey, I'm here now and nobody can take you away from me. I promised you a good life and I am here to keep it" Her phrase made Luna feel extremely confused.

She moved away from her and asked "What do you mean".

In return, she got a gentle, comforting smile as her best friend started.

"I want to take you to a place where you will get a second chance at life. This life that you were blessed with is way too miserable and filled with misfortune. I want to take you to a place where you will be yourself, do whatever you wish to without a worry in the world. Nothing shall be forced upon you other than peaceful existence. Will you trust me? And come with me?"

Luna's head was reeling. Sh couldn't believe what she heard. A second chance? She wants to escape. She wanted to grasp that second chance. Her mind told her to run. It was all very suspicious. She shouldn't divulge into such things.

But she trusted her bestfriend. Whole heartedly. And she knew her best friend would never let any harm come to her.

Slowly, Luna nodded her head.

At this, her friend smiled so brithly, even the sun would feel shy and hidebehind the clouds.

"Do you need to pack anything? Even though everything will be provided to you there. Any trinkets or such?" Her best friend asked.

"My books? What about my book?" One thing that kept luna grounded and away from the harsh reality, even for a limited time, were her sweet collection of books.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to have it delivered to your place of stay. Now, be a doll and hold my hand?" The familiar loopside smile made its appearance on her face.

Luna chuckled, shaking her head as she grasped her hand. "Ever the charmer aren't you?".

"Only for pretty people like yourself darling" she winked.

"Now, I want you to trust me on this." Before Luna could utter another word or even comprehend what was going on, she was suddenly dragged forward along with her sprinting best friend who was running towards the edge of the roof.

And, her best friend leaped off into the air, taking Luna with her.

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tattookoo's monthly recs! | APRIL 2023

hiiii i’m back again with another list of fic recs! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ as i mentioned in my last rec list, i’m rlly not the best at tagging fics in real time bc life gets in the way. so instead, i save the link of the ones i enjoy throughout the month and i compile them all in one place so i can go back and reread. so this is me giving a huge shout out to all the brilliant writers in this list!

please keep in mind that almost all works are for mature audiences only, so minors do not interact with this post or with the fics below. they are not appropriate for anyone under 18.

another quick thing, if anyone is interested in reading my work, please feel free to check out my masterlist!

NAMJOON 

▸ unusual suspects by @explicit-tae (crush!namjoon x reader) 

▸ kiss me more by @jjungkookislife (brother’s best friend!namjoon x reader) 

▸ love by @hamsterclaw (ex husband!namjoon x reader) 

SEOKJIN 

▸ wanna be yours by @jung-nika-hoseok (ceo!seokjin x reader) 

▸ bruised by @sugakookitty (mma fighter!seokjin x reader) 

▸ sit. stay by @daechwitatamic (neighbor!seokjin x reader) 

▸ kyoho by @jeonqkooks (grape!seokjin x reader) 

YOONGI 

▸ under the willow tree by @orchidyoonkook (bad boy!yoongi x reader) 

▸ hunt by @sailoryooons (alpha!yoongi x omega!reader) 

▸ illicit favors by @yoongiofmine (producer!yoongi x author!reader) 

▸ with you, all the way by @cultleaderyoongi (ex boyfriend!yoongi x reader) 

▸ belong [series] by @ahundredtimesover (basketball coach!yoongi x actress!reader) 

▸ red chopsticks by @hobicakess (yandere!yoongi x reader) 

▸ menace by @ncteez (gangster!yoongi x reader) 

HOSEOK 

▸ liar, liar by @eoieopda (fuck buddy!hoseok x reader) 

▸ eternal sunshine by @yoonia (lawyer!hoseok x artist!reader)

▸ needy by @vaguelyvoid (boyfriend!hoseok x reader) 

JIMIN 

▸ glory & gore by @explicit-tae (vampire!jimin x reader) 

▸ wicked obsession by @peachypinkygloss (fuckboy!jimin x reader) 

▸ the seventh: page 1 by @hobipost (coworker!jimin x reader) 

▸ vampire’s garden by @ebonyinktea (college student!jimin x vampire!reader) 

TAEHYUNG 

▸ money is success by @peachypinkygloss (rich kid!taehyung x rich kid!reader)

▸ tear you apart: out of control [part of series] by @bratkook (incubus!taehyung x reader) 

▸ limerence [series] by @axialitae (semi yandere!taehyung x reader) 

▸ don’t scream by @hobimyhope (scream au!taehyung x reader) 

▸ his special secret by @kooktrash (professor!taehyung x student!reader) 

▸ things we don’t say: part 1 [part of series] by @wintaerbaer (best friend!taehyung x reader) 

JUNGKOOK 

▸ two point five pt. 2 by @bratkook (handyman!jungkook x reader) 

▸ incandescent by @jeonjcngkook (boyfriend!jungkook x reader) 

▸ only when you’re lonely by @jjkeverlast (human!jungkook x succubus!reader) 

▸ calling you cool by @kithtaehyung (jungkook x rock star!reader) 

▸ prove it to me by @kookslastbutton (fuckboy!jungkook x reader) 

▸ summer bummer, baby [part of series] by @kooktrash (e2l!jungkook x reader) 

▸ rolling stone by @kooktrash (idol!jungkook x non-idol!reader) 

▸ how you get the girl by @thvhoe (ceo!jungkook x secretary!reader)

▸ spring is when the bunnies come by @ebonyinktea (hybrid!jungkook x reader) 

▸ tuesdays by @axialitae (roommate!jungkook x reader) 

▸ behind pixels [part of series] by @aseaofyoongi (sex worker!jungkook x reader) 

▸ open hours by @inkjeon (tattoo artist!jungkook x reader)

▸ in the end, it’s him and i by @kookstempo (fwb!jungkook x reader) 

lastly, i wanted to extend my gratitude to all the wonderful writers that spend so much time creating content for everyone here. as an author myself, i love receiving feedback and praise for my efforts so i hope this expresses my appreciation to you all from writer to writer ✧˖°

It's the difference between the belt grab and the 🍆 grab for me.

The way JK grabs into the smallest part of himself and Joon grabs the largest part 🥵😅

[disintegrates]

cr. @hrlykoo on twt

This Jin era 😍

250226 - seokjin on instagram: gucci

↳ hoseok comment: is being good looking everything?

↳ hoseok comment: it is everything..

My Savior (Ch. 1)

(Time travel au, Royalty au, BTS x Reader)

Synopsis: As a hopeless med student that has been accustomed to the roller coaster of mishaps in life, you were sure nothing could get worse than the current situation you’re in. Unfortunately, that thought didn’t include being transported back in the 1400s, nor did it include you being an apparent reincarnation of the person you hated most. Now, can this get any worst?

Pairing: BTS x reader

Warnings: Inaccurate history, angst, bystander effect, verbal abuse (reader received some insults and humiliated), harmful thoughts, implied politics (in connection only to the story, there are no real politician mentioned here), corruption in politics, unreliable narrator (if I forgot something, feel free to comment or send an ask?)

A/n: university life is shit and I was eyeing for this to be at 5k words but if I stuck to that, I wouldn’t finish this. If you like it, please reblog. Reblogs are worth more than likes here right?

Masterlist

Chapter 1: Like fate, like destiny

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❝ FIC REC’S ⌗KIM NAMJOON !

❛ — ⌗ fluff ★彡

-not just friends

-like couples do

❛ — ⌗ smut ♪ (´ε｀ )彡

-creampies

-size kink

-birthday sex

-sugar

-overstimulation

-getting hurt during sex

-sweetest thing

-connected

-in the morning

-dripping wet

-wanna be yours

❛ — ⌗ dad!namjoon★彡

-namjoon as a first time dad

-nine months

-this

-expecting

-little steps

-pregnancy w namjoon

- becoming a girl dad

❛ — ⌗ angst彡

N/A

❛ — ⌗ headcannons / reactions / masterlist✿ 彡

-nsfw headcannons

- hearing you tell him to cum inside

-fluff alphabet

-namjoon masterlist

-this

I love this!

The Shape of Ideas