If I Killed Someone For You

eyes meet. | myg

word count: 0.4k

genre: fluff. nothing else, just classmate-crushes <33

authors note: i wrote this in 10 minutes,,,just randomly came into my head and i had to write it down :D enjoy!

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back to high school. you vividly remember that one physical education session.

you were (annoyingly) on your period that day, after the warm-up, you could feel your entire body hurt. so you requested the teacher if you can rest back in class.

you walk back to the classroom. it was a sunny day, the sunlight streams into the window and onto a side of the classroom. then you see the boy.

Yoongi was always quiet and introverted, he sleeps through the morning lessons, and he continues to sleep through the afternoon lessons. he rarely moves around if he doesn’t have to.

you two normally have some small talk, and you two pair up if some work needs to be done in pairs. you help him with work sometimes too.

“not going to p.e?” you ask lightly, he shakes his head and leans on his folded arms. you nod in understanding.

you walk to the seat next to him, sit down quietly, feel a rush of sleepiness hit you, you close your eyes to sleep.

but the cramps continue, making it extremely uncomfortable for you to fall asleep, you try your best to not shuffle around, but the cramps are keeping you awake from sleeping.

…time passes, you feel a wave of hot air hit your neck and left ear. you freeze and feel yourself stop breathing. it’s a soft whisper under his breath.

“….i like you.” his voice was slow and quiet, yet still audible. the vibration of his vocal cords was playing with your mind. the ‘i like you’ repeated itself many times in your head as if someone toggled it to be on a loop.

you tried your best to stay calm, convincing your mind it was just a misheard. nothing happened.

the boy next to you shuffles, probably also in the same position as you, lying on the table. the silent classroom made it so much easier to hear each other breathing. his light breathing sound was in sync with yours too.

minutes pass. moments pass. you thought he went back to sleep, lifting your head from leaning on your numb arm, you slowly turn your head to your left. your breathing pattern immediately rising up.

eyes meet.

you lock eyes with another pair of eyes. Yoongi was also looking at you. a glimpse of hesitation and surprise appeared in his expression. you stop dead.

the next seconds felt like hours, the sun shifted, warm yellow rays shining onto his face.

you heard the sound of an afternoon breeze,

and the sound of his racing heartbeat.

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this is the first piece of my micro-fic project !! there will be so many micro-fics because sometimes writing lengthy fics are really hard for me!!

archiverstappen’s masterlist ♡

daniel ricciardo

exist for love

lando norris

it’s a match (series)

part one, part two, part three

max verstappen

baby, you can drive my car

break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored

crosswind

hard launch

the cat sitter (series)

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve

oscar piastri

bad idea, right?

of honey and cinnamon | jjk

⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader

⇢ genre: fluff, one shot, slice of life au, enemies to lovers, musician!jungkook

⇢ word count: 14k

⇢ warnings: explicit language, mentions of terminal illness, mentions of death, themes of grief, slight plot twist, a surprising consumption of sugar, enough cheesiness to last you a lifetime

⇢ summary: what makes a three-day train ride back to your hometown anything but dull and dreadfully long? the answer, and your salvation from a boring trip home, was being stuck in the same cart as jeon jungkook for the entire ride there. unknown to you, he would turn this mundane trip into an unexpected adventure.

♪ playlist: dream a little dream of me - ella fitzgerald, departure - joe hisaishi, a journey (a dream of flight) - joe hisaishi, longing for mother’s return - satoshi takebe, the sixth station - joe hisaishi, a town with an ocean view - joe hisaishi, you’re in love - joe hisaishi, one summer’s day - joe hisaishi ♪

a/n: this was honestly one of my favorite fics to write! ever! it was heavily inspired by studio ghibli movies hence the playlist because i recently binged a bunch of ghibli films (and i do not regret it) so, i tried to replicate the vibes from the movies i watched as best as i could!! :)) i hope you lovely readers enjoy!

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soaring high | kth (m)

Summary: A twelve-hour flight passes fast when a scorching hot, single parent is there to entertain you all throughout the day – with his words… as much as with his fingers. 

pairing: dilf / single dad!Taehyung x reader

genre: s2l (?); fluff, smut, some crack?

rating: 18+

warnings: talk about a past divorce & a toxic ex, flirting, teasing, oc’s and my voice kink 😵‍💫, slight age gap, tae’s kid and jimin are the sweetest pair of dorks everrrr; explicit sexual content: (hard) dom!tae, public sex (they do it in the plane restroom), unprotected sex (don’t do it, pls & thank u), handjob, groping, fingering, oral (m. receiving), throat fucking, cum swallowing, rough sex, dirty talk, manhandling, breast play, crying (cos taeconda too good), light choking, slight degrading (he calls her his cumslut grr), mention of some spit, my mirror kink i guess, aftercare (or as much as possible in a plane); literally, tae keeps smirking cockily… that ass, like 1 sweater weather reference, pls spot <3

word count: 8.5k

a/n: i needed to write this to get the idea out of my system, i’m sorry for all the content that’s still coming this week LMAO; thank @kimtaehyunq​​​​ along with single-dad-tae-anon for encouraging me, and again, maggie, CANNOT THANK U ENOUGH FOR THIS HAWT BANNER AND COMING UP WITH THE AMAZING FIC TITLE !!! another thank u to @jimilter​​​​ for hyping me up and making this brainfart SO much better, it was a mess honestly; ily guys T_T hope u guys enjoy !!

MASTERLIST | WIPs

You thoroughly dislike flying alone.

The fact that you won’t be able to set foot onto firm cement for the next eleven hours irks you. If you were in someone’s pleasant company, you’d probably stare at the line in front of you less grimly. The tempo in which the staff here operates does nothing to ease your mind, either.

That’s why airports are your least favourite place in the world; yes, you get to travel the world, but at what damn cost? At the cost of going through the infinitely long boarding process, just to sit in a vehicle that might or might not serve cold food and offer horrible movies?

Science needs to take it up a notch. You want teleportation to be a thing already.

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title: erode all my edges author: smashthatlikebutton rating: teen wordcount: 12900 pairing: kim namjoon/min yoongi summary:

“Thanks,” Yoongi murmurs, setting his bag down next to his chair and just staring at the steaming cup for a few more moments. “That’s- thank you.”

Dimples pulls a face, ducking back into his book. “It wasn’t a bother,” he mumbles.

“It’s coffee,” Yoongi responds, distantly realising that this is their longest conversation yet. “I’m always grateful for coffee. I owe you my life, now, just so you know.”

[Yoongi shares a corner of a library with a dimpled boy. They fall in love through terrible coffee, napping in tandem, and discovering each other’s silences.]

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summary: the enemies to lovers social media au where min yoongi refuses to date a cheerleader, but yoon haryun might be able to change that.

fandom: bangtan sonyeondan / bts

genre: college au universe! / enemies to lovers

ship(s): min yoongi x female!oc / jung hoseok x female!oc / kim seokjin x female!oc / more to come…

updates: every tuesday, thursday, and sunday

status: ongoing

before you read: this is the first book in the walking cliches series, the others will follow soon. the length is currently undetermined.

there will be an attempt at humor

angst is included

fluff too

read at your own risk

pleath enjoy!

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ accounts : female ( twitter / instagram )

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ accounts : male ( twitter / instagram )

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ additional accounts : snu

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 001 | the whole fucking store

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 002 | chef boyardee

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 003 | hand in marriage

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 004 | first day of classes

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 005 | jealous and lonely

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 006 | dance team vs cheer team

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 007 | namgguk birthday bash

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 008 | kim geummi (derogatory)

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 009 | jung hoseok [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 010 | believe in the process

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 011 | broken table chronicles

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 012 | ikea is swedish

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 013 | party time

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 014 | the start of something terrible [ written ] ( part one / part two )

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 015 | min yoongi no more

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 016 | never see her again

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 017 | joonie’s birthday

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 018 | a nice challenge

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 019 | cheer practice [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 020 | twitter is the new instagram

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 021 | quintuple shots of espresso [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 022 | to the library

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 023 | battle of the textbook [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 024 | who is haryun?

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 025 | hickey on his face

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 026 | blocked, unblocked

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 027 | min yoongi = whipped

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 028 | luda’s shit list

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 029 | yoongi’s :] smile

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 030 | day one [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 031 | about soyeon (day two)

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 032 | day three [ texts / written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 033 | haryun the unaliver

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 034 | day five

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 035 | we stay hungry, we devour

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 036 | day six / basketball practice [ written / texts ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 037 | day 8 [ texts / written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 038 | day 9

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 039 | the after math ( part one / part two )

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 040 | day 11 [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 041 | game day ( part one / part two )

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 042 | seokyun + 3 randos

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 043 | day 12 [ texts / written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 044 | day 13 [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 045 | day 14 [ written ]

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 046 | moonhee’s an empath

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 047 | kim seokjin the boat captain

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 048 | yoongi’s pov

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 049 | no deadlines

☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 050 | jimins party

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pairing: y/n x yoongi

summary: at night, yoongi tends to frequent cafés to get some work done. one night, he hears you sing, and his world is forever changed.

updates: pretty much every day

one - random stranger

two - a lot of inspiration

three - fix it

four - serial killer

five - original

six - a lot of questions

seven - bop

eight - dumb questions

nine - recording

ten - mp3

eleven - leaked my recording

twelve - babe

thirteen - back by unpopular demand

fourteen - protected

fifteen - everyone will love it

sixteen - who's the girl?

seventeen - music is a gift

eighteen - crazy

nineteen - wbk I'm a genius

twenty - shit

twenty-one - let me in (TW: abuse)

Mic Drop | myg

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

au: rapper!yoongi, photographer!oc

summary: when underground rapper min yoongi uncovers the dirty secret behind his biggest rival, your brother and hip hop champion kim namjoon’s success, he is determined to take home this year’s mic drop contest trophy no matter who he hurts along the way. you’re behind the camera, content with capturing namjoon’s picture perfect persona from the sidelines but when his hard-faced enemy Gloss, makes you realise you could be more than just the point and shoot, you start to feel your loyalties shifting.

warnings: multiple smut scenes, dirty talk, dry humping, penetrative sex, fingering, oral sex (both m and f receiving), lots of orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, cum play, cum eating, but also tender fucking lol, very brief mention of death.

word count: 29k (rip)

rating: definitely explicit

playlist: visit my playlist page and select “mic drop.” (all links to be added later)

a/n: ahhh you don’t understand how happy i am to finally put this out into the world!!! i started writing this fic back in july and after a few rewrites (more on this at the end of the post if anyone sticks around until then) she’s finally finished eee <3 also!!! this fic is brought to you courtesy of the love yourself collab! this project has been super fun to be a part of n i wanna say thank you to everyone involved who made it such a welcoming experience! you can check out the masterlist here (link will be added later f u tumblr) to read all the other amazing fics from the incredibly talented authors in this project (literally so talented??? it’s sickening???) (im so excited to finally read them all now im done w this monster lol). all the love as always <3

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𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lip gallagher x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: if there is one notable trait of lip gallagher other than his over-the-top cockiness and brains, it’s his disdain for all things lovey-dovey. but what happens when someone comes around who turns his world upside down?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1964

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i quickly finished this wip so i could meet my goal of posting at least one fic per month. next month will definitely have more writing but i hope you all enjoy this very late valentine’s day fic

check out my other lip fic, distractions here and my writing here! preview to my new lip fic, stress relief || fic here!

buy me a coffee!

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Lip has never been one for theatrics or romance or anything of the like, and he prides himself on that. He thinks of himself as a simple guy who doesn’t need much charm to get laid.

So why is he standing in line on a cold, bitter morning to buy flowers?

When he met you, Lip had sworn off getting attached or dealing with girls who would be attached. He had dealt with so much drama and crazy exes over the years, and honestly, he was over it.

But, somehow, you had wormed your way into his life, or rather, him into yours. Something about the chase - you not wanting him and him wanting you - made the idea of being with you even more intriguing. Now, he knew no meant no, but after a month or two or three of him pursuing you, you finally obliged.

Unbeknownst to the brunet, your want for him didn’t suddenly start after he chased you. From the beginning, you’d found an interest in him, but unlike the previous girls he’d dabbled with, you weren’t looking for a wham-bam-thank you ma’am situation. 

You weren’t a sap. You loved your rom-coms, but you weren’t looking for Prince Charming to swoop down and rescue you. You certainly could save yourself. So, what were you looking for? You wanted someone who didn’t care about holding your hand but wanted to. You were looking for someone who wanted you for you and not what was in your pants. And that’s why Lip was not the person you had in sight.

You had too many people in your life who wanted you for the wrong things, and though you were strong enough to kick them to the curb, it hurt a little. You watched rom-coms, so of course, you’re a bit sensitive. And you’d be lying if you said those movies didn’t affect what you wanted in a partner.

So when Lip came around, all smirks and cockiness exuded, the only thought that crossed your mind was: “Hot.” Lip might have been hot, but he wasn’t so hot that he clouded your judgment. You’d quickly deduced that your interests were not aligned and didn’t even spare him a second glance.

Okay, that’s a lie. You thought the guy was hot, so saying you only looked once is incorrect. But there’s a difference between looking and fucking, and you certainly were not fucking him.

But sure enough, after getting to know him, you felt your walls crumbling down. Gone were the days when you would ask your coworkers to inform you if he came into the shop so you wouldn’t be unprepared. You liked the unannounced visits. 

You took the whole self-love thing pretty seriously, so before you let someone into your life, who could easily hurt you without hesitation, you wanted them to deserve you. Seeing his dedication made your heart skip a beat faster than you would like. And every time he showed up, you found a smile creeping on your face.

At one point, your manager even asked if you two were dating with how often Lip came around. He was a regular at your job and a constant in your mind.

He always came down to the little shop you worked at, chatting you up until the customers came in. Even then, he’d be staring at you, pulling faces and winking until you would roll your eyes and turn your head to hide your grin.

But despite the numerous butterflies he unleashed upon you, you were still hesitant, and rightfully so. Though Lip had proved himself to be caring, both of you knew that this whole dating and being romantic thing wasn’t him.

So, that’s why, when Ian was thinking about what he should get Mickey for Valentine’s Day, Lip knew what he needed to do. 

The idea was so foreign to him that he felt like a dumbass, but with the number of rom-coms you forced him to watch and how you fawned over the courtship, Lip pushed the discomfort away. After all, you were the only “normal” girl he’d ever been interested in that was interested in him too.

With how fast the news spread in his family, it didn’t take long before everyone asked about you - where you were from, what you were like, why you wanted to be with him, of all people. The last one had lowkey offended him, but he couldn’t disagree. 

You were special. You were the kind of person someone like him rarely came across, and he wasn’t letting you go that easily. Not if he could help, so brave the cold he did.

Lip was blowing hot air on his hands to warm them from the crisp winter air. He debated walking away and picking you some dry flowers from the ground but decided against it when he reminded himself that you deserved better than that.

Just when he thought his joints would lock in place, the line dissipated, the last person escaping the cold with their flowers in hand. Finally, it was his turn, but as he approached the stand, he was immediately overwhelmed by all the different shapes and colors.

His eyes scanned over the entire display as he fidgeted. Lip thought it would be easy to find you a bouquet of flowers, but it was proving to be more difficult than he thought. He racked his brain for any memory of you mentioning flowers you liked, but he came up empty.

“Can’t decide?” The seller asked, a hint of a smile on their face.

Lip laughed shortly, “Yeah, something like that. There are so many fucking flowers.”

“I like to have a variety. You’d be surprised how many people ask for the oddest flowers.” The seller watched Lip’s eyes flit from section to section before offering a reprieve. “What do you have in mind?”

Lip shoved his hands in his pockets, brows pinching together. “Uh, shit, I don’t know. Something purple, maybe?”

“Purple?” They clarified, nodding. “I can work with purple.”

As they readied their supplies, they nodded over to Lip. “Is this your first time? Buying things like this?”

The brunet suddenly felt exposed. “That obvious, huh?” He asked though he was sure his constant shuffling and wide-eyed expression answered his question.

“I’ve been doing this for a while, picked up some people-reading skills. For one, you look like you might throw up.” The scents were making his nose twitch. “And two, you’re nervous as hell. That usually means one of two things: you’re just awkward, which I totally get, or you don’t want to fuck up. I’m going to take a guess and say it’s the latter, right?”

Lip smirked, “Yeah, you got me. I don’t do this whole,” he removed his hands from his pockets to gesture to the wide display of flowers “romantic thing if you couldn’t tell.”

The seller smiled as they delicately placed the flowers together. “Oh, no, I definitely couldn’t tell. So I'll take it that this person is pretty special, huh?”

The brunet nodded, his smirk morphing into a genuine smile, “Yeah. Pretty special, yeah.”

“What’s so special about them?”

He had no idea where to start. There was so much Lip loved about you. “So, this girl, right? She’s one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, and honestly, I don’t know what she sees in me because I can be a piece of shit sometimes. I’ve never really felt obligated to do this for all the other girls I've been with before, but the thing is, with her, I don’t even feel obligated. Like, she’s not forcing me or some shit. I just want to, you know. She knows I’m not into all this sappy bullshit, and I doubt this is the last place she’d expect me to be, but I don’t know, it just feels right.”

Lip had been rambling about you for so long that he hadn’t even noticed that the seller had finished the bouquet and was listening to his words with a smile. “Ah, love is a beautiful thing.”

His eyes widened more than they had when he approached the stand, and the look of shock on the brunet’s face sent the seller into boisterous laughter. Lip’s words came out frantic. “I mean- love is a strong word- I don’t know. Maybe?” 

“Hey, don’t sweat it, kid.” The seller handed over the bouquet. “But you talk about someone like that, don’t let them go, ‘kay?”

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All the way to your apartment, Lip thought over the seller’s words. He didn’t love you. Really, really like you? Sure. Love? No. Absolutely not. He just enjoyed your company, and you made him smile even on his bad days, and you didn’t give him shit whenever something came up with his family and-

Shit. He might actually love you.

He didn’t have long to ponder when the door to your apartment opened. Your roommate was on her way out when she bumped into Lip. 

“Oh, hey,” she said. Lip nodded in acknowledgment, adjusting the gift in his hand, which caught her attention. “You got her something for Valentine’s Day?”

Lip looked down at the bouquet, “Uh, yeah. Is she here?”

“Yeah, you know her, never leaves the apartment. But it's sweet of you. She’s a major sap, so she'll love it.” Lip was glad to know your best friend approved. He never sought other people’s opinions, but he knew you valued hers.

“I’ve got a date to get to, but I swear to whatever you believe in that if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.” 

Now, Lip wasn’t easily deterred, but the smile on your roommate’s face as she threatened him had him slightly concerned. You saved him when you emerged from behind the door with a knowing smile. “Leave him alone. You’re going to be late.”

Your roommate checked her phone. “Okay, okay. I’m going.” She innocuously smiled at you before giving a silent warning sign to Lip, and it was then that he knew he needed to walk around eggshells when it came to her.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Lip produced the flowers with a smirk to hide his nervousness. Though he had been hesitant about getting you the flowers, watching your face light up made waiting in the cold and getting threatened by your roommate so worth it. 

You gushed appreciation, the smile on your face growing wide as you placed your flowers in a vase after inviting him inside. Lip watched you with a smile of his own as you added water and set it on the window sill.

You approached him with a simpering grin. “You must really like me, huh?”

He thought back on what both the seller and your roommate said. He wouldn’t just do this for anyone. But for you, he’d stand out in the rain if he had to.

He squinted his eyes, bringing you closer to him. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I need a little convincing.”

You hummed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You pulled away, leaving him chasing after you. “Only a little, right?”

“Maybe a little more.”

You kissed him again, this time more heated than the last. His hands circled your waist as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers found purchase in his hair, weaving through the messy tufts.

You were about to show him how convincing you could be when your phone chimed loudly, disrupting the moment. Much to his reluctance, and yours, you separated from him to check the message.

“use protection, kids,” was the text from your roommate. You showed it to Lip, who only donned a smirk as he reached for you again.

“Looks like we should take her advice, dontcha think, babe?”

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