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Aye aye aye
So this is my first post here, name's mimi and i've just been casually writting stories for a very long time. Used to rp all the time yet havent in a few years. Recently my muse in dystopian has risen again and im very excited to publish what ive got. Won't promise it's any good lol havent been using tumblr in a very long time either and everything is so different so pls bare w me, english is not my first nor second lenguage so kidness its thanked. I'm just messing around with it, trying to enjoy myself and hopefully you like, it if not.. well, i'd like it. Wasn't even gonna post this whole thing into the tags but i figured it's always helpful to build up of each others energy (if anyone interacts w it, again no pressure this is mostly for me). My first story will be divergent au kinda sorta aka before the events of the movie, set in dauntless and w eric bc we love a bad boy. Also want to focus on building the characters as we got them presented in the book and the society status but once again, dont make no promises.
Here are some of my thoughts during my first writting session (im halfway through)
• i think my biggest mission in this story other than finishing it is to not kill y/n at the end to explain eric's extreme assholness&cold heart bc lol isn't what we all think will happen? i mean wouldnt it be a dystopian story if the main/fav character didnt get killed off riGHT VERONICA but also predictable idk we'll see
• also always wanted to write stories of four and eric initative times and fights HC but i gotta warm up to the characters tbh and fight scenes bc there's a lot and i need to explore the world first, make it my own in a way even though i own nothing bc im not veronica roth but you get what im saying
• refer to previous point, am i fully knowloadged of the world? The factions? The OG story? No, so i'm sure i'll ramble through and adapt it to my own mind, hope thats not off putting. I'll try my best but you know how things turn out sometimes.
• i do have a small bullet point and inspo fcs for the characters presented in the story & i want to make like a post for them but also too much work and im still getting to know them myself so im sure they will grow a lot but probs will post them just so we are @ same page w them??
• also finish writting chapt 1 would be a nice i guess lol
• fyi story is written as second person prespective refering to you all the time, character y/n and our main character is literally just us, thinks dauntless is hella cool but doesnt believe shes cool enough to be, she'll work her way up and eventually fall in love w eric and probs figure out some shit going on in chicago
#ooc#bts!ffy#divergent#divergent series#divergent imagine#eric coulter#divergent fanfiction#fanfiction#dystopian fiction
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In My Head – The 2nd EP IS FINALLY OUT!!!
My 2nd EP is FINALLY OUT!!!
In My Head is my 2nd collection of songs composed between 2016 – 2018. In it are compositions revolving around my mental health when I was in university as so much is going on that I’ve decided to write songs about it.
Here is the tracklist:
Bedroom Jam
The Shady Song
Princess For A Day
Falling For You (Acoustic)
Goodbye
Themes of the EP
This entire EP revolves around my mental health and how I was feeling towards certain situations. While everything was handy dandy at one point, everything will eventually go downhill – no doubt about it.
Eventually this took a toll out of me and not many people believe me when it comes to these situation that I’ve decided to write songs about it. Hopefully that will get their attention.
As much as possible, I try to not mention names and try to be vague about it. But there will be people who would message me on who/what are the songs about, thinking I wrote about them or their friends.
Please know this – in this EP, while it was both parties who are at fault, it’s mostly about a group of people.
About the songs
1. Bedroom Jam
Bedroom Jam is a short piece inspired by the works of Rebecca Sugar (creator of Steven Universe). I like how she’s able to write short and meaningful songs on the ukulele before it gets its electronic instrumentation.
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Bedroom Jam is the visualisation of me just picking up the ukulele and creating music. Using simple chords to just to create something short and sweet.
2. The Shady Song
I wrote this song back in 2016 when there was drama over on Twitter. I was listening to Twenty One Pilots at the time so part of this song was heavily influenced with ‘We Don’t Believe What’s on TV’.
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What happened was, I was experimenting with a few chords since August but I had no idea how to build a song around it. One thing lead to another over on Twitter and I wrote the song you hear on the EP.
The funny thing about this song, it was the most controversial song within 3 of my online friendship groups (2 from the same fandom, one from a different community). When I posted demos and previews of the song on Snapchat and Discord, I’d get questions asking who is it about based on the language of the lyrics.
The song is about people who made me mad or upset on social media. Because they’re two-faced. When things don’t end up well, it becomes a shade fest where people will talk shit about you on social media and it takes a few brave people to let me know what was going on bts.
A few people asked if its about my old group chat and originally, that was the plan but as I join more fandoms and online communities, its no longer about them. There will always be 1-3 people who will be shady towards you.
3-4. Princess for a Day and Falling For You (Acoustic)
I already wrote stories behind these two songs (PFAD // FFY ) so feel free to read them.
The reason I added them is because they fit the themes of the EP which are my emotions that are stuck in my head. They are still stories I want to share.
5. Goodbye
Goodbye was inspired from a few songs: We Will Be Friends – LazyTown and The Balcony – Katherine and Eden.
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The song is about leaving something knowing there is no point in staying. It’s being able to say goodbye and move on from the whole thing.
I wrote this song at 8am when I was still feeling depressed about something personal. At first, it was hard singing this song as I’d cry whenever I play it as memories started to flood in. It’s hard. But eventually, I was able to get through it.
And that’s all my songs from this EP and the backstories behind them. Hope this helps give you some context on what these songs are about and how I was inspired to write them.
If you want to listen to the EP, its on Spotify, Bandcamp, iTunes, Google Play, and CDBaby.
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hello!!!! just curious, what’s your favorite answer from the poll so far when it comes to the music/ song question???
Hiii oh gosh there’s a lot! 🤩 I’m still sorting through them and absorbing the lyrics but some standouts are:
Yours by Conan Grey for The Love After (but also can’t help thinking it fits with my new Jin fic, too!)
Satellite by Harry Styles for ASDOAH (ahhhh one of my faves from the album! So happy with this rec)
Picture by Fiji Blue for Inevitable (I’m looking for your smile but I think I threw your picture away, as anon shared; it made me a bit emotional)
There’s No Way by Lauv and Julia Michaels for FFY (oh god the vibe! And the lyrics!)
Hold Me Tight by BTS for PLM (when they fought 😢😢 and uh anon, this is literally my fave BTS song so thank you!)
Also, thanks to those who answered the poll! It’s been so lovely reading your thoughts and answers. I’ve just got a busy couple of days but I’ll share the answers soon! It’s still open so you can check it out 🥰🥰
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Fall For You | Drabble 02
Summary: Sometimes the desire to hit up the hottest party runs thin. Luckily, you and Jungkook have other ways to pass the time.
Word Count: 3.730
Rated: M
Original Scenario: Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03
Mood Music: X
The end of a stressful week of midterms means the beginning of a weekend where you can spend as much time as you want wrapped up in blankets in your bed. For three blissful days there are no assignments from your professors, no responsibilities, and absolutely nothing to keep you from marathoning Netflix until your eyeballs fall out.
Hyeri had left a while ago after confirming that you were, in fact, still breathing from beneath all of your blankets. Saying something about being across campus with her new boyfriend if you needed anything, and now that the sun was beginning to set and sports were getting out for the evening, your solitude would likely be coming to an end.
Just as another episode starts playing, someone unlocks the door to your dorm, and Jungkook comes barreling into the room in all his post-baseball glory, throwing his gym bag into the kitchen without a care.
“Love?”
“In here,” you call back, not bothering to stick your head out of the blankets.
Jungkook does it for you anyway, pulling back the blankets and grinning down at you, sweaty hair falling into his shining eyes. Before anything, he kisses your mouth quickly, deeply, and you sigh in content. His shirt was soaked through, dark grey and clinging to his chest, and he looked as if he had run to your dorm from the baseball diamond on the other side of campus. Without warning he collapses on top of you, wrapping his long limbs around your body as he attempts to snuggle you to death.
“Missed you, babe,” Jungkook sings into your ear, and fuck, you can feel his wet, sweaty hair on your temple. He shoves his flushed, warm face against your neck and you groan, trying to shove him away, but he has you half trapped beneath his body and tied up in your blankets.
“It’s been- two days, Jungkook.” You shove at his shoulders and chest, but fuck him he’s always been so unfairly strong. And with both his thighs around your legs you really stood no chance. “We saw each other two days ago.”
“But Namjoon-hyung made me study for those two days, babe. Study.”
“And I bet you’ve done better on these exams than you have in years, right?”
Jungkook presses a sloppy, wet kiss to your cheek. “No comment.”
“Go shower,” you whine, still squirming in his hold. You’re always up for cuddles, but not when you swear you can feel something dripping onto your leg. “Babe, you smell.”
“Ugh, fine.” Jungkook finally gets up, but not before squeezing you hard enough to make it difficult to breathe for another minute or two. Honestly, it’s a miracle he doesn’t knock over your laptop when he stands up. “Is Hyeri here?”
“No.”
Jungkook starts stripping before making it anywhere near the shower, tugging his shirt over his head and letting it fall onto a small pile of his clothes that he’d ‘forgotten’ to take back to his apartment. You wrinkle your nose. You were just going to end up washing that so you could wear it to bed, and the smug bastard knew it.
“Don’t miss me too much, love.”
“Never.”
Settling back in your bed, you resume the episode as the sound of running water and Jungkook’s singing echo through the dorm. Since Yoongi had finished his mixtape- which Jungkook still had not listened to with you, kept coming up with excuses as to why he couldn’t- Jungkook had become more confident, singing quietly while the two of you made dinner, or humming to himself while you dozed on his chest. More recently, he liked to belt out showtunes in the shower, and then vehemently deny doing so if you were to bring it up later.
When he’s finished, Jungkook leaves the bathroom with only a towel hanging over his head. You roll your eyes. He was far too comfortable in your dorm, taking too many chances with his lack of dress. Especially considering how Hyeri had walked in on him going down on you a few weeks ago. She deserved a break, and you deserved a boyfriend that didn’t pose naked in front of you when you Did Not Ask, flexing unnecessarily and making sure to point at his abs.
“Get dressed you loser,” you snort, tossing a pillow at him.
Jungkook finds a pair of his jeans and black t-shirt in your bottom drawer where he’s taken to leaving some clothes. He may absolutely despise dorm rooms, but with you living in one he had to make do. Your phone chimes, and you drag your attention away from the episode to check the message.
“Hyeri says she’s heading to the KASA house,” you murmur. “She’ll probably spend the night there if her boyfriend doesn’t take her back to his place.”
“Oh,” Jungkook stares at his shirt, halfway through the process of putting it on. “I think Tae and Jimin were going there tonight. Isn’t that the house with the end of midterm party tonight?”
You peek out of your blankets, watching Jungkook slip his shirt on and dry his hair haphazardly with his towel. “I think so?”
“Should we hit it up? Jimin will be expecting us.”
“I really don’t want to move,” you groan exasperatedly. Your bed was so fucking warm, and the thought of wearing heels was practically unbearable. “Let’s just stay in tonight?”
“Sounds real good to me, love.”
You push yourself off your stomach, shifting to lean against the headboard as Jungkook collects some snacks from the tiny kitchenette. As he returns, you hold open the edge of your blankets and Jungkook ducks under your arm to wiggle his way behind you, settling his legs on either side of you and pulling your body flush against his toned chest.
Jungkook kisses the back of your neck and you sigh happily, melting into his arms. You would only admit it to him after a few good shots, but there were only a couple places you’d rather be than in Jungkook’s embrace.
“Pick a movie, love. Do you want pizza?”
“Mm, sure.”
He reaches for your cell on the nightstand as you search up a good movie to watch. “Do pizza places even deliver to dorms?”
“Oh my God, Jungkook, it’s a dorm room, not a prison cell.”
“Feels like a prison cell,” Jungkook mutters, dialing the number he’d put on speed dial on your phone a couple weeks ago. “You should just live with me.”
“You know you’re going to have to answer the door when it arrives, right?” You ask, once Jungkook hangs up and the movie’s started.
Jungkook traces his nose along the back of your neck, warm breath fanning onto your skin, and you shiver at the faintest touch of his teeth to the lobe of your ear. He kisses your neck once, twice, three times before saying, “Any way I can convince you to do it?”
“Nope.”
Jungkook makes a wounded noise into your ear. “You’re so mean to me, love.”
For all his whining, Jungkook practically jumps out of bed as soon as there’s a knock on the door, and comes back to you already halfway through his first slice. It’s a little difficult eating with Jungkook’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist and the blankets around your shoulders, but the two of you make it work. Even if it means Jungkook’s sneaking bites of your own slice over your shoulder and distracting you from the movie with quick kisses to your cheeks and the side of your nose.
Jungkook eats more than half of the box on his own, demolishing slice after slice as you watch from the corner of your eye in muted, impressed horror. You knew this splurge was just going to result in Jungkook waking up early tomorrow to hit the gym before practice even started, but then you’ll get sweaty mirror selfies, so really, who was the winner here?
“This movie’s terrible,” Jungkook says around a mouthful of pizza. You turn your attention back to the movie, finding that you’d missed most of it. “They’ve known each other for what, a day? And think they’re in love.”
“Weren’t you into me after only a few days?”
Jungkook’s cheeks flush, and he shrugs as if indifferent. “You’re special, what can I say?”
“Aw, you sap.”
“Shove it.”
He quickly loses interest in the movie after finishing off the pizza, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist and burying his face in your neck. He’s so warm, soft and sturdy against your back that you find yourself smiling happily, letting Jungkook trail his fingers along your arms or twirl a strand or two of your hair around his finger.
When he presses his lips to your neck, to the soft spots Jungkook knows to be sensitive, you shiver in his arms, though not because of any cold. The movie is at its uneventful climax, both leads rushing to find the other to clear up the misunderstandings of the movie, but you can no longer focus on the plot as Jungkook drags his fingers to your thigh, stroking slowly beneath the shorts you’re wearing.
“There is no- ah.” Jungkook’s fingers sneak further up your thigh before retreating, your breathing already unsteady, but you’re long past the days of feeling embarrassed over how quickly Jungkook can work you up. “There’s no way you have the energy for this after practice and eating an entire pizza, babe.”
Jungkook chuckles against your neck, sending another shiver down your spine. “Don’t doubt my stamina, love.”
It’s with practiced ease that Jungkook gets your laptop off your bed and onto a pile of towels without breaking it, rolling over until he’s hovering over you, pressing his mouth to yours before you can even blink. You sigh into the kiss, throwing your arms around Jungkook’s neck and tangling your fingers into his hair. Even after the past months of dating, each one of Jungkook’s kisses still manages to knock you punch drunk, to steal your breath away until the only thing you’re craving is the feeling of his lips against yours, of his tongue licking into your mouth.
“Ugh, you taste like pizza grease.”
“So do you, love. It’s sexy. Like an after dinner snack.”
You snort, swatting the back of Jungkook’s head with your palm. “Why do I love you again?”
Jungkook’s movements are confident and cocky when he sits up to straddle your waist and get to work unbuttoning your shirt. He kisses you between every article of clothing he gets off, a long, deep one after the shirt, a quick one after your bra, all the while grinding his hips purposefully against yours, swallowing each of your breathy moans greedily.
Arousal sits like a heavy stone in the base of your stomach as Jungkook kisses from your lips to your neck, taking care to leave as many marks as he wants now that he’s allowed to. You squirm beneath him, desperately aware of the wetness you feel pooling between your thighs and trying to tug on his shoulders and hair to get him to kiss you again, but he’s resolute in his actions, pressing slow, meaningful kisses to your collarbones, the valley between your breasts, and down your stomach. Pausing to suck a mark on the skin of your hip, Jungkook finally pulls your shorts and underwear down in one go, running a finger over your slit and bringing it to his mouth, licking your arousal clean.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Jungkook sighs, kissing just below your navel.
You’re breathless, aching with want and love as you push Jungkook’s bangs away from his forehead. He needs a haircut. “Jungkook, it’s been a week.”
“Well, it feels like years.”
“Love you too, babe.”
Jungkook kisses you again as he pushes the first finger into your entrance, switching to your neck when you break the kiss with a loud gasp. Clinging to his shoulders, Jungkook keeps his lips on you through the second, and then the third finger as he stretches you for him. And God, Jungkook must have really missed you to be willing to do this in a dorm, when you can cite multiple occasions that he’s walked you across campus half hard just to avoid it.
“Do you still have condoms?” Jungkook whispers against your lips, stretching you with slow, precise movements to keep you on edge, never giving enough pressure to send you over. He pulls back slightly to tug his own shirt off, working almost frantically at his jeans and boxers before stretching his warm body back over yours.
It takes a moment for you to think, to clear your head from the cloud of pleasure Jungkook has settled you under. With a shaky hand you reach for your nightstand, knocking a few water bottles to the floor as you struggle to open the drawer, Jungkook offering no help as he continues marking up your neck.
You roll the condom onto his length quickly, relishing in the violent jerk of Jungkook’s hips as you stroke your hand over his cock. He growls lowly in retaliation, kissing away your quiet laughter as he lines himself at your entrance and pushes into you slowly, his lips covering the desperate gasp you let out. For all the shit you like to give Jungkook, you have to admit that you’ve missed this too.
“Fuck, Jungkook,” you gasp, back arching in Jungkook’s grip.
“I know, love. I know.”
Wrapping your legs around Jungkook’s waist, you grind up against him, urging him to move quickly against you. He’s always been good at working you up, and has retained memory of each of your sensitive spots from the first time you ever fell into bed with him, and Jungkook uses that to his advantage now, thrusting harshly into you.
You can’t keep quiet, whining with each snap of Jungkook’s hips against yours. Grasping at Jungkook’s face, you pull his lip back against yours, doing less kissing and more panting against his mouth.
“Jungkook, harder- please.” Your nails dig into the skin of Jungkook’s shoulders, likely making marks with how tightly you’re gripping him.
Jungkook gathers your hands into his, holding your wrists above your head as he fucks into you harder, whispering praises and telling you again and again that he loves you into your ear. You moan, head thrown back against your pillow. He quickly abandons his quick pace to fuck you slowly, deeply, kissing your nose and lips with each thrust until he’s tensing above you, coming with a strangled cry of your name.
He rolls off of you, settling comfortably on his back next to you, one arm beneath his head and the other thrown over your stomach. “Mm, did you come, babe?”
“Oh my God,” you spit, cursing loudly. You’re still on edge, so close to coming that this comedown almost hurts. “You asshole. Hyeri was fucking right- guys like you never change. Get out of my bed-” You shove at Jungkook’s chest trying to get his arm off of you, trying to get him away from you.
“Babe-”
“We’re breaking up,” you hiss, kicking at Jungkook’s impressive thighs. He winces slightly, and with another strong kick you manage to finally send Jungkook sprawling off your bed and onto a heap on the floor. “Should’ve never come back to you-”
“Babe.”
You reach for the closest shirt, likely one of Jungkook’s off the floor and already start making plans for how to return all of his clothes. You miss the way Jungkook stands, tying off the used condom at the foot of your bed, still trying to get your attention as you grumble and curse yourself for dating a jerk. “Go away, I hate your face-”
“I’m kidding- my God, Y/N.” Jungkook grabs your ankles, yanking your body to the edge of the bed before dropping to his knees and hooking your legs over his shoulders. At the first touch of his tongue to your core you cry out, arms giving out as you fall back to the bed.
“J-Jungkook,” you moan, grasping your hair between your fingers as Jungkook pushes his tongue into you, shallowly fucking into you with each stroke. Already on edge, it doesn’t take long before you’re coming, whining Jungkook’s name into your palm as you jerk your hips against his face.
Jungkook doesn’t let up, gripping tight to your thighs as he licks your core through your orgasm, taking a break to nibble the smooth skin of your thighs as you cry out, body shaking in his grasp. Then, he pushes his tongue back into you, eating you out as if his- and your- lives depended on it.
You’re torn between flinching away from the sensation or grinding down against Jungkook’s face, but he makes the decision for you, holding you firmly in place as he licks purposefully at your clit.
His name falls from your lips like some kind of twisted prayer, and you shove your hand into Jungkook’s hair, needing something to hold onto lest you drown in the sensations. But you’re already drowning, head swimming and throat feeling raw from how loudly you’re moaning. Twisting your free hand into the sheets by your head, you’re hit by a brief second of clarity when you register how loud you’re being, and that your neighbors can likely hear everything, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, crying out Jungkook’s name as you come again, body shaking.
Jungkook holds you through it still, licking into you again and again. Your body is overcome with pleasure, moans spilling without abandon from your lips. Skin slick with sweat, Jungkook continues to fuck his tongue into you, quickly building you up again that you’re almost worried you won’t be able to let go a third time. The pleasure threatens to overwhelm you, your body tense, waiting on an edge you aren’t sure of.
“Jungkook-” you cry out again, head falling back as your back arches sharply off the bed. But Jungkook’s always been stronger, his grip tighter than yours as you’re forced to take everything Jungkook gives you. “Jungkook- babe- I can’t-”
“You can,” Jungkook whispers, pressing a kiss to your thigh. It offers a brief reprieve before his tongue is on your sex again. In the corner of your mind you realize Jungkook’s got one of his hands off your thigh, moving quickly over his length. “I know you can, love. Let go for me.”
You come again, pleasure rolling like a heavy wave over your body as you cry out, sobbing Jungkook’s name as he works you through your third orgasm, tears streaking down your cheeks, and it’s too much, too overwhelming and hot, your entire body feels as if it’s on fire as Jungkook finally, mercifully pulls away from your core.
“No more, ah, Jungkook-please-”
“I got you.” Jungkook surges back onto the bed, covering your body with his own as he kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He kisses your forehead and then your cheeks, kissing away the salty tracks of tears and brushing your sweaty hair away from your face.
Cupping Jungkook’s cheeks, you sigh against his lips, shivering a little in the aftershocks. You grumble, “You’re still an ass.”
Jungkook chuckles, pulling back to grab a few blankets and pull them over your heated bodies as he lies at your side, and gathering you into his arms. “You don’t actually think I’d leave you hanging like that, do you?” When you don’t answer, muttering against his chest, Jungkook kisses the top of your head. “I’m hurt, love.”
“Ugh, fine.” You snuggle deeper into Jungkook’s embrace, smiling beside yourself and him. “We’re not breaking up.”
“Good,” Jungkook dances his fingers over your bare back, paying no mind to the sweat that still lingers on your skin. You desperately want a shower, but you also never want to leave Jungkook’s arms. “I’d miss you too much.”
“Mm. Kiss me?”
Jungkook complies, dipping his head to press his mouth to yours. “Love you, babe.”
“You came so quickly, though,” you giggle, pulling your face out of Jungkook’s chest to glance up at his flushed cheeks that only darken in color at your words. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you push at Jungkook’s chest until he’s lying on his back, and you prop your chin on your folded arms. “You really must have missed me, huh?”
Jungkook settles his hands on your lower back, linking his fingers together. He looks away from you, still flushing furiously. “No. Not at all. I’m a rock I feel no emotions.”
You laugh quietly, nuzzling Jungkook’s nose with your own. “Sure, babe. Then I’m sure you won’t mind if I tell Taehyung and Jimin for blackmail purposes?”
His gaze snaps back to yours, eyes wide and terrified. “You wouldn’t.”
“No promises,” you giggle, reaching up to kiss him again. “But only if you absolutely never leave me hanging again.”
“No promises.”
You lean over the bed to reach for a couple of shirts, handing one to Jungkook as you dress quietly. Jungkook launches himself back into your bed once you’re settled, once again trying to cuddle you to death as he fits himself against your back, holding you close to his chest. You’re warm and sated, body still thrumming slightly with pleasure and feeling yourself begin to fall asleep wrapped in Jungkook’s arms.
“Babe?”
Jungkook hums. “Yeah?”
“I love you. Like, a lot.”
“I love you, too.”
“Even if you are an ass.”
“Please.” You can hear Jungkook unlocking his phone as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “You love my ass.” He only stays silent for a few minutes, letting you doze before he’s nudging you awake by digging his knee into your thigh. “Love, we have to go to the Lambda party tomorrow night. Yugyeom challenged Taehyung to a drinking contest.”
“Didn’t their challenges give each other alcohol poisoning once?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook snickers. “Tae had to get his stomach pumped.”
“Idiots,” you sigh, pulling Jungkook’s arm tighter around your body. “I’m friends with idiots.”
You feel Jungkook’s smile against your neck as he plants tiny, soft kisses against your skin. “But you love me anyway.”
“You know, I think now would be a wonderful time to listen to Yoongi-oppa’s mix-”
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, love.”
#jeongguk scenarios#jungkook scenarios#jeongguk smut#jungkook smut#bts smut#my writing#ffy drabbles#well
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LOCATIONS
just in case anyone needs visual representation of the important locations thus far bc i do for my writting and just building up the world in my mind. credit to the ppl who created this, i just found them shared online & recollected them here. will update if necessary.
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INTRODUCTION TO NEW CHARACTERS
Fandom: Divergent
Credit of inspo: here & here
A/N: as the fic that im currently writting is based before the events of the book, here are some new characters that we'll be seeing throught the series. they will grow and expand and maybe they will be nothing like stated here lol this is the guideliness and the inspo, will see where it leads me. if drastical changes are made, i'll update.
MILAN
Milan grew up an Erudite. He never felt like he fit in there. Milan gets low scores on all of his tests. At his choosing ceremony, he chose to go to Dauntless.
POSITIVE TRAITS: sensitive, aggressive, winning, tasteful, hurried
NEGATIVE TRAITS: miserable, narrow-minded, grim, assertive, distractible
CORINNE
Corinne grew up a Candor. She never felt like she fit in there. Corinne doesn't want to train to be a lawyer. At her choosing ceremony, she chose to go to Dauntless
POSITIVE TRAITS: freewheeling, profound, daring, breezy, artful
NEGATIVE TRAITS: obedient, crass, tactless, unsentimental, single-minded
ROSA
Rosa grew up a Candor. She never felt like she fit in there. Allyson is dishonest. At her choosing ceremony, she chose to go to Dauntless.
POSITIVE TRAITS: practical, invisible, relaxed, impressive, gallant
NEGATIVE TRAITS: reactionary, miserable, suspicious, disorganized, conceited
ANDERSON
Anderson grew up a Dauntless. He always felt like he fit in there. Anderson was the last to jump. At his choosing ceremony, he chose to stay at Dauntless.
POSITIVE TRAITS: alert, well-bred, delicated, focused, idealistic
NEGATIVE TRAITS: tasteless, mystical, unprincipled, solemn, distractible
EMBER
Ember grew up a Dauntless. She always felt like she fit in there. Ember is a really good fighter. At her choosing ceremony, she chose to stay at Dauntless.
POSITIVE TRAITS: witty, intense, folksy, gallant, realistic
NEGATIVE TRAITS: shallow, unlovable, brutal, tough, resentful
WINTER
Winter grew up an Amity. She never felt like she fit in there. Winter dislikes her job. At her choosing ceremony, she chose to go to Dauntless
POSITIVE TRAITS: honest, aesthetic, conservative, self-sufficient, sympathetic
NEGATIVE TRAITS: reserved, obnoxious, destructive, monstrous, sordid.
ALVIN
Alvin grew up a Candor. He never felt like he fit in there. Alvin was the bottom of his class. At his choosing ceremony, he chose to go to Dauntless.
POSITIVE TRAITS: hurried, scrupulous, anticipative, balanced, iconoclastic
NEGATIVE TRAITS: soft, opinionated, progressive, outspoken, superficial.
CLARK
Clark grew up a Dauntless. He always felt like he fit in there. Clark is the top of his class. His test results told him he was Dauntless, much to his relief.
POSITIVE TRAITS: articulate, empathetic, rustic, big-thinking, urbane
NEGATIVE TRAITS: libidinous, barbaric, careless, charmless, reactionary
BEX
POSITIVE TRAITS: Impassive, introspective, self-defacing, deceptive, discreet
NEGATIVE TRAITS: mealy-mouthed, haughty, wilful, cantankerous, apathetic
JEREMIAH
POSITIVE TRAITS: modest, reverential, self-defacing, impassive, principled
NEGATIVE TRAITS: narrow, hidebound, surprising, repressed, fawning
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Fall For You | Drabble 01
Summary: Jungkook thinks that midnight is the best time of night, but he thinks the midnights where he gets to see you are his favorite.
Or: the party where Jungkook decides to quite drinking.
Word Count: 3.188
Original Scenario: Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03
↬ Mood music: X
A/N: Thank you to @workofteaguk for encouraging me to post this drabble and return to this world. I hope you guys like this return!!
Midnight is Jungkook's favorite time of night.
It's his favorite because once that clock strikes twelve, Jungkook's night is either just getting started, or he's falling into bed to sleep peacefully. He's either seated between pretty thighs and thick lipstick, a hookah pressed to his lips, or he's lying naked in bed with a pleasantly fucked out girl on his chest.
In high school, people have something to prove. Parties are always more extravagant and always go on longer, as if there's some kind of reward that can be found by keeping the party going until the sun's rising in the sky. Jungkook isn't a huge fan of those parties. He goes, of course, usually with Taehyung and Jimin flanking him and a pretty girl waiting on the other side of the room, but he refuses to stay much later than midnight. Whether he goes home or back to a pretty thing's house- once a senior from the local university had taken Jungkook home, thinking him to be older than he was. Taehyung had full out cried when he heard the news, and Jimin high-fived him so many times that Jungkook's hand stung, and well, that was a different story altogether.
Tonight's story is familiar until it isn’t, like a well read and worn book in Jungkook's hands. Jimin brings up the topic of the party during lunch at school, and Taehyung and Jungkook agree to go without any fuss. Jungkook can hear a few people talking about the party, saying that it's set to be the biggest one of the years, a huge bang to start off the school year. Apparently the host is planning on setting the bar so high that no other parties compare for the next three years until she graduates. Jungkook certainly hopes that won't be the case.
"Got a girl in mind for tonight, Jungkook?" Taehyung asks, poking Jungkook's cheek with one of his french fries.
"Nah," Jungkook says. "Do you know how many towns this news is reaching?"
Jimin rolls his eyes, leaning so far back in his chair that the front legs no longer touch the ground. "More than enough. Don't you worry your pretty little dick, Jungkookie. There'll be no chance of a repeat offender."
Jungkook pouts. "My dick isn't small."
"Your selective hearing is phenomenal."
Jungkook dresses casually that night, dark jeans and a red hoodie. He'd stopped trying to dress overly nice for parties after his first hookup, when he'd been getting dressed in the middle of the night and stubbed his toe trying to get his foot in his slacks. The girl he'd slept with, her wild hair covering most of her face, had snorted into her pillow and said, "Wear jeans, ace. So much easier to sneak out with."
Jungkook looks back on the night fondly.
There's a collective cheer when Jimin opens the front door, one that Jungkook recognizes as a universal fratboy sound. Fuck, he hates frat parties. They're never as intimate as regular house parties, but more than that, they always last longer. The girls he meets always want to stay for as long as possible, and Jungkook can't count on both hands the number of times he's ditched a hookup to go find Taehyung for milkshakes at the local diner instead of waiting around.
"How did we get in here, anyway?" Jungkook asks, after everyone's taken the shot that a few upperclassmen had been cheering for earlier. He'd been handed a cup of jungle juice upon entering the room, mistaken for someone else or for someone who attends the school. Jimin had taken it, grumbling something about Jungkook's presence in his life and ability to get drinks from any and everyone being bullshit.
Taehyung mixes two drinks in the kitchen, reaching for at least three different brands of vodka and definitely not enough chase. "My friend Bogum goes here and knows Mingyu, who's Heechul's little at the university. Also might've hooked up with Mingyu's ex."
"Dude."
"Hey," Taehyung waves him off, reaching for Patron- fucking Patron. "If it works, it works."
"Did he ever find out?"
Taehyung grins, not looking the least bit sheepish. "He might've walked in halfway through."
"Tae."
"I can't remember, okay! I was drunk as hell. Now shut up and drink, Kookie, you're annoyingly sober."
Jungkook does, tipping back Taehyung's horrible mixture of as many types of liquor as he could name. Somehow, the drink isn't as terrible as Jungkook had thought it would be. There's something fruity enough to distract Jungkook from the fact that if he lets Taehyung keep making his drinks tonight he'll wake up in a ditch somewhere without pants. It's happened before, and Jungkook isn't keen on repeating it.
Taehyung leads Jungkook to the back porch, where he joins Jimin's team in a game of beer pong while Jungkook keeps their drinks safe. It's loud and rowdy, and a few girls are cheering with hands on the boy’s shoulders. One girl lets her hand run down Taehyung's arm, and though he ends up missing his shot due to her touch on his opposite wrist, it's clear by Taehyung’s wide grin that he doesn't mind at all.
Jungkook doesn't dance at parties, choosing instead to stick pretty close to his hyungs and let others come to him if they want to. And since the night will stay pretty warm until the sun fully disappears from the sky, Jungkook spends most of his time outside by one of the fire pits, sandwiched between two girls with beer sticky fingers and bright smiles, losing track of time as he drinks.
"Yo, Jeon."
Jungkook looks up, still laughing at one of the things one of the girls had whispered in his ear, feeling pleasantly tipsy- or was he finally drunk?- halfway through his third drink. Despite what he had initially said, he'd let Taehyung make him his following drinks, and he doesn't regret the choice as his head slowly turns to face the person that had called.
"Seolhyun," Jungkook greets, biting at his lip. He recognizes her from... their literature class? Or the cafeteria? Maybe? Her blonde hair falls like a pin-straight river over her shoulders, eyes heavily outlined in black eyeliner. She's wearing some guy's varsity soccer sweatshirt, but she's biting seductively at her nail as her eyes rake up and down Jeongguk’s body.
"I see you like your holiday gift."
"Hm?" Jungkook removes his arm from the tiny girl at his side, trying to remember if he'd gotten a gift recently, and after a few minutes of very, very difficult drunk thinking, Jungkook properly recognizes Seolhyun. He knows her because she was always hanging around you, and Jungkook would always notice you. He didn't know Seolhyun very well since she was always at your side, and Jungkook couldn't get close to you without fear of having his dick cut off, so he chose to admire from afar. "Oh, the...?"
Seolhyun snorts. "The bandana, Kookie."
He flinches at her use of the nickname. Right. The bandana he had tied around his wrist. The bandana he'd given Taehyung because he didn't care for the color, but that Taehyung had insisted Jungkook wear tonight. "Right, of course! Sorry, I'm kind of… pretty drunk right now."
"It's okay. What do you say to getting out of here tonight?"
"Sure," Jungkook says with a shrug. "You wanna head out now?"
"Not yet, the night is still young." Jungkook just barely manages to keep himself from groaning out loud. "But the actual reason I came over here was to ask if you've seen Y/N tonight."
Jungkook frowns, an uncomfortable feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. You were here? He hadn't even heard your name whispered throughout the room or anything. Normally, if you made an appearance at a party in town more than one person had to talk about it, and Jungkook knew to find a date and get the hell out before he could do something stupid like talk to you or try to hold your hand or actually confront the weird feeling in his gut. Definitely not affection. Nope. Not at all.
"I haven't seen her. Is she okay?"
"I'm sure she's fine," Seolhyun waves his concern away. "She took a few shots before joining a drinking game with... Yugyeom? I don't remember, but she told me from the get go that she wasn’t going home tonight. If you see her passed out in a bush just get her into the house, okay?"
Jungkook kind of wants to scream at Seolhyun’s indifference, and he's tempted to find Taehyung or one of your other friends to make sure you're not passed out in the middle of the road. Yugyeom was known for going hard as hell at drinking games. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Seolhyun."
She smiles, something sticky and too sweet in the gesture, her eyes falling half shut in what he knows is supposed to be in an alluring way. "Is that offer still on the table, Jungkook? I think my friend just passed out by the pool, and I'd love to get to know you better."
Seolhyun gives terrible head, Jungkook learns. She's eager, though, so Jungkook will give her that; barely waiting until Jungkook had led her to a room inside the frat house- Taehyung sending him finger guns as Jungkook ascended the steps- before dropping to her knees, but she doesn't know how to use the piercing on her tongue, her nails biting into the skin of Jungkook's thighs, and he pulls her away before she can drag it on for much longer. Thankfully, she doesn't last long once Jungkook's got her in bed. She's vocal, which is nice, but he's holding back, refusing to kiss her- he never kisses- and rolling his eyes when she's got hers shut and he knows she won’t see.
Jungkook knows when a girl's exaggerating for his benefit. He doesn't need it, thank you very much.
There are scrapes along Jungkook's back, stinging painfully as he tugs his shirt over his head. Seolhyun chooses to stay cocooned in the bed, saying something about how she knows enough boys here to spend a night in one of their beds. Or if that doesn't work, she snickers; she'll just suck off the first dick that says he lives here.
Admirable, Jungkook thinks, pressing his customary kiss to her forehead before he's leaving.
It's late enough now that there are only a few people in the hallway and the music's been turned down. A quick glance at his phone confirms that it's just passed midnight. Jungkook's head is starting to ache, and he's wondering if Taehyung or Jimin are done enough so that they can leave, or if Jungkook's going to have to get another drink and find an empty bed for the night. He's not really drunk anymore, unfortunately, and he doesn't know if he has enough patience for another round to guarantee a bed.
At the end of the hall, someone's slumped against the wall, staring intently into the cup they have clutched in their hands, almost glaring at it. Jungkook almost spares them no mind, scoffing even, until he passes them and gets a whiff of a painfully familiar perfume. He takes two steps back so he's standing right in front of the person, hoping beyond all reason that it isn't who he thinks it is, but the hair is familiar. Jungkook recognizes the shirt, too, and his heart does somersaults in the back of his throat when they tip their head up, gazing through alcohol heavy lenses up at Jungkook.
"Y/N," Jungkook says. He kneels in front of you, taking the cup from your hand and sniffing it quickly. Fuck, it smelled like one of Taehyung's knockouts. "What're you doing? Is there someone here to take you home?"
"There was someone, but she disappeared," you slur, your head rolling back heavily on the wall behind you. "S-seolhyun promised to take me home if... if the guy she wanted-" You hiccup, extending your legs in front of you. "If they guy she likes wasn't here."
"Oh, um. Who's the guy?" Jungkook feels a flare of guilt in his stomach. He couldn't take you back to your house like this, he couldn't drive drunk and your parents would kill him and then you. But he'd just fucked your ride home and he couldn't leave you here.
"Some douchebag."
Jungkook rolls his eyes, expecting nothing less from you. "Alright, come on." He tugs your arm over his shoulders, struggling to get you to your feet. Your head lolls against his shoulder, and Jeongguk works very, very hard not to become lost in your simple perfume. It takes a few minutes to coax you into properly standing, still pretty wobbly on your feet. "Who else is here that can get you home?"
"Mm, can't. Parents are home."
Perfect. "Know anyone that lives here?"
"No. Of course not. Do you think I'd be friends with fuckboys."
Jungkook briefly considers just leaving you in the hallway, but a little voice in the back of his head reminds him that he could never do that to you. Damn, you. So Jungkook has you lean against the wall while he checks each of the rooms in the hall, cursing each time he opens a door to find either couples hooking up or someone already passed out in the beds inside. He's out of options, but at the last door he opens- an expansive bathroom- he gets a terribly convenient idea.
"Hang tight, Y/N."
"No, I was going to let myself fall."
Retracing his steps, Jungkook sneaks into one of the rooms, grabbing two pillows and a blanket that had been discarded on the floor. He jogs back to the bathroom, propping two of the pillows in the clean tub and then returning to you, guiding you into the room with an arm around your waist. You're mumbling to yourself, giggling a little, but at least you're not too far gone that it's difficult to help you into the tub.
A tub currently set up to work as a bed. Just call him Jeon Jungkook, life hacker extraordinaire.
"It's cold," you whine, as Jungkook's struggling to uncurl your fingers from their vice around his wrist. Each time he gets one of your fingers loose, you sway and Jeongguk has to keep you from falling over, giving you the perfect amount of time to adjust your hold. When he finally shakes you off, you slump into the tub, looking a little worse for wear. Jungkook lifts the lid of the toilet, just in case. “It’s coooold.”
"Uh," he looks around the bathroom, not recalling having seen bath towels anywhere nearby. After a beat of silence, Jungkook shrugs his hoodie off and proceeds to endure the painfully awkward process of getting your drunken ass into his sweatshirt. It's too big on you, the sleeves falling far past your hands, but Jungkook doesn't think he's ever seen anything cuter. Not even covering the sight with the extra blankets he found earlier helps. Dammit. His heart beats heavily in his chest as he says, "There. Think you can sleep now?”
"Mm, maybe if you stop talking."
Jungkook laughs quietly, brushing your hair away from your face. Despite your red eyes and the flush sitting high in your cheeks, you are devastatingly beautiful. Jungkook almost wishes you'd remember this in the morning; remember him being here with you. He casts one more look at you, laying yourself into a position that’s going to hurt like a bitch in the morning, before shutting off the lights.
"Goodnight, love."
Outside, a boy makes for the bathroom Jungkook had just left, but he stops the stranger with a hand on his shoulder. "There's a girl in there, dude. Sleeping."
The boy’s eyes light up, a smarmy smirk replacing the neutral shape of his lips. "Oh?"
Jungkook resists the urge to punch his seedy little face. "Get the fuck out of here."
He sits against the door to the bathroom and dozes in and out of sleep despite the bass of the music pounding against his skull. Jungkook isn't sure how long he stays there before there's pressure on his shoulder, a voice whispering in his ear and giggling from somewhere nearby.
"Jungkookie," the voice whispers. Jungkook recognizes it to be Jimin. "Wakey wakey, Jungkookie."
"Five more minutes," Jungkook groans.
"Hell no.” Jeongguk recognizes Taehyung’s voice now. "It's that time of night where the seniors draw dicks on sleeping people's cheeks. But I mean, if you're down for that then we can leave you here."
"No." Jungkook cherishes his dick-free skin too much. "Okay, wait," he says as he stands, mind still trying to hang onto the blessed sleep it had before. "Y/N's in the bathroom, sleeping-"
Taehyung quirks an eyebrow. "Why's she in the bathroom?"
"Long story. If I'm there when she wakes up she'll flip. Hyung, can you stay? Make sure she gets home okay?"
Taehyung nods, patting the top of Jungkook's head with a warm palm. "Sure thing, man. I'll let you know when I've dropped her off."
"Thank you."
The night is cool as Jimin leads the way home, guiding Jungkook through the subway stops both of them know well and chattering about the friends he had made and how he'd gotten a few people to tell him the best party houses on campus; for future reference. Jungkook know he doesn't just mean for when they start university. It’s a little too cold for Jeongguk without his hoodie, and he doesn’t bother hiding it, clutching one of Jimin’s arms between both of his and stealing as much body heat as possible.
He wonders if you’ll keep the sweatshirt or leave it at the frat house in the morning, assuming it to belong to one of the boys there. Another part of him, though, the tiny little locked door in the corner of Jeongguk’s heart, hopes that you recognize it as his. Hopes that he made even the smallest impression on you tonight or ever before.
"Hey, Jungcock, are you listening?"
Jungkook startles. "What? What the fuck is that name?"
Jimin snickers, properly linking his arm with Jungkook's. "It's what you called yourself tonight to a few of the girls, something about how your name matched the downstairs. Doesn't even make any sense but a few uni girls were clearly into it." Jungkook groans, but it turns into a sigh of relief when Jimin's house comes into view.
"Hey, hyung?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't want to drink anymore."
Jimin frowns, but to his credit, he doesn't look very surprised. "Nasty headache from Taehyung's bartending skills? I can understand why anyone would want to quit after what he's subjected you to for the last couple years."
"Uh, yeah," Jungkook says, running his fingers through his hair. It’s sticky. Who the fuck spilled something in his hair? "Yeah, that's it."
He wasn't about to tell Jimin that Jungkook didn't want to drink anymore because he didn't want to forget it whenever he got the chance to spend time with you.
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(1/5)hey! so this is kinda long but i just wanted to let you know that ive always disliked reading fics (i read a couple of about my fave books a few years ago but they just werent for me so ive never tried reading any) but recently i got into reading bts reactions and imagines on here but I'd run out of like all of them, so I thought I'd try reading shorter fics like >1k words. again,i didnt really find anything i liked and i was just going through some tags yesterday and i came across fall for
Anonymous said: (2/5)you and i saw it was 10k+ and i was like oh boi but college fuckboy jungkook is my fave and i had time to kill so i thought, might as well read it! and i started reading it and i got hooked instantly and i actually stayed up late just to finish it all but my mom came up to me in the middle of the night and forced me to go to sleep and I couldnt finish it and literally all i was thinking about while trying to sleep and the first thought in my mind when i woke up and the first thing i did as
Anonymous said: (3/5)soon as i woke up was finish reading it and the drabbles and I've been thinking about it ALL day and i cant love it so so so so much and I'm so glad its the first long fic i ever read because i wasnt disappointed at all (at the same time i cant bring myself to read anything else bc ffy got my expectations so high and i feel like nothing i read will live up to it and disappoint me) and i wanted to thank you for writing it and tell you that you are a PHENOMENAL writer. the writing was perfect
Anonymous said: (4/5) the plot was perfect, the characters (including the side characters- i ADORED vmin) are perfect- it's just so perfect all round and i know for a fact that I'm gonna keep thinking about it for many many days. i was also wondering if you'd be writing any more drabbles for it? if you would i kinda have some ideas i would love to read- like maybe the first chapter from jungkooks pov (like not all of the details and everything ofc- but im just so curious to know what his reaction was when he
Anonymous said: (5/ 5)saw her at the first party, or when she approached him at the second one, or how he was feeling during and after having sex with his longtime crush lol) or maybe his pov during the forest scene, just some things I'd love but no pressure ofc!! only if u ever get the time amd motivation. anyway wow i cant believe i just wrote a whole fic myself lol but TLDR- YOU'RE AMAZING AND IM SO GLAD I FOUND U AND UR BLOG!!
oh my goodness I don’t even know where to start with this except to say thank you!!!! It meant the entire world to me to log on and see such long, nice messages about one of my favorite fics I’ve posted on this account, I honestly still can’t believe that people are even reading them here!!
I don’t think I’ll be writing anymore drabbles for ffy but there’s always a chance sometime in the future! but for now, the fic and the few drabbles is all there is, and thank you again! i’m so so happy to see that you liked it~
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