Word Count: 14k Warnings: Curse words and mentions of drugs and alcohol. Genre: Fluff, angst, implied smut. Pairing: Fuckboy!Jimin x  reader. (Side Lucas x reader and Yoongi x reader)

Summary: Park Jimin is a name that holds no significance in your heart right now. But it is a name that will haunt you for years. 

A/N : I originally wanted this to be a mini series, but I really think this will be best read from start to finish so here is the completed oneshot. I hope this makes you feel the feelings of character development that I felt while writing it. Also, there are two poems in here that I wrote a few years ago that I hope you like. Please leave me comments and enjoy! xx

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Park Jimin: Two words that carry the weight of the world on the tip of your tongue. Somehow, he is simultaneously the epitome of what a first love should and shouldn’t be. He is what heartbreak tastes like and happiness feels like. In some unfathomable way, he is both the blissful gates of heaven and the stinging fires of hell.

When you first met Park Jimin, you were an eighteen-year-old fresh face in college. Perhaps it was your lack of romantic experience, or simply the naïve heart that you brandished so publicly on your sleeve; whatever the reason was, you were a prime target for a junior like Park Jimin, and you let yourself become one. 

The first week of March had just begun, and midterms were killing you. Some people could be seen lounging around outside under the spring sun that felt just warm enough to study by the light of it. There were, of course, those people who were either so confident in their knowledge that studying was futile, or those who just didn’t care. Park Jimin would turn out to be a mix of all three.  

“Y/N, do you want to go study outside?” One of the girls in your government class that you had agreed to study with asked from her spot in the library next to you. She was one of those bubbly, filled-with-life kind of persons that was so kind that you felt compelled to answer yes to any question she asked. Because she deserved it.

“You know,” you looked around at your quiet surroundings and blinked dumbly at the fluorescent lights above you, “that sounds perfect.”

And so, you now had your government books and all your study tools tucked safely between your chest and your arms as the two of you walked between trees to find a good spot. It was during this walk that you passed a group of five boys lazily lounging around and laughing. One of them had a book open in his lap and a pencil in his hand, but it was clear he much preferred to join in the playful banter the rest of his fans were engaging in. Without giving him a second thought, you and your friend continued discussing which laws were created when and why they were significant.

The next time you saw that boy, who you would later find out was Park Jimin, was the very next day as he walked into your government class at eight-thirty in the morning. When he sat down in a seat, not in the very back nor in the front, you were almost taken aback by his presence. The moment that girl you were studying with sat next to you, you leaned to her in hushed whispers.

“Hey, who is that boy over there in middle right row? Has he been in this class all semester?” You stared in amazement at how you could possibly have not noticed someone with such striking, raven-black hair sit not ten feet from you all semester.

“Oh him? Yeah, that’s Park Jimin. He’s quiet, it’s no wonder you didn’t notice him.” You hummed in response and she turned back to the front as the teacher walked in, and that was it. No further explanation, no warning. One day you will wish you would have gotten one.

not requested

word count: 4685

pairing: student!jungkook x reader

genre: college!au, extremely fluffy

warnings: some swearing

author’s note: i’m at school right now and i wanted to get this posted since i haven’t posted something in a while. i don’t have time to go through and edit it however, so please ignore all my mistakes or inconsistencies. anyways, enjoy the one shot!!! much love!!

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

“we need to talk.” you demanded.

jungkook was momentarily stunned by your actions, and your anger for that matter. he didn’t expect you to be showing up in the middle of the evening, notebooks and binders as well as some textbooks still in your arms as if you had just gotten back from a class. your eyebrows were knitted together, and your eyes were trained on him, as if you were trying to burn him to a crisp or melt him into a puddle. he could practically see the hot steam coming out of your ears.

jungkook looked at you, trying to seem completely innocent. he knew why you were there. he knew you would showing up at some point, but not so soon. he assumed that you would be showing up later, after he had time to do what he needed to do. “what?”

you groaned. your hands came up only to be thrown down again, hitting the sides of your thighs and hips in the process. “what do you mean what? you stole my homework.”

₍💟₎ ..⃗. jimin details + icons.ゞ

→ pairing: kim taehyung | female reader  → genre: smut, light angst, rich kids!au  → tags/warnings: consumption of alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, light hair-pulling, unprotected sex, sex in front of a mirror, taehyung in a suit → word count: 7.6k

→ summary:  Kim Taehyung looks like money and sounds like a dream. After years worth of coexisting and keeping up with him from the sidelines, you finally admit that he’s almost impossible to resist. 

The lines are getting blurry. 

It’s cold out tonight, the thin blanket draped over your legs doing so little to give you the warmth that you seek for, much less the body lying next to you on this very small barely fit for two chaise lounge. Taehyung’s long limbs take up most of the space (they always do), you have to fight the urge to shove him off the damn thing and remind yourself that he can easily kick you out of his house. 

Like everything usually is, this was his idea. The sky is nothing but a plain empty stretch of darkness this time around, but that doesn’t stop the boy next to you from suggesting an impromptu stargazing session on the sun deck of his three-story family home. You bring the glass to your lips and take a small sip of Taehyung’s prestigious, pretentious, excessively overpriced wine before setting it down on the floor next to your seat. A simple can of beer would have sufficed, but Taehyung is Taehyung and if it’s not the best of the best then he would never bother. His taste had always been expensive, something that you think came with being raised in a household that knew nothing less than a couple of hundred dollars worth. He spent the entirety of his childhood surrounded by moneymakers, but so did you. 

if you were forced to choose between honor on the one hand, and those you love on the other; what would you do? we all do our duty when there is no cost to it; honor comes easy then. but, sooner or later, there will come a day in your life when it is not easy.

for love is the death of duty; and sometimes, duty is the death of love.

you must make that choice yourself; and live with it for the rest of your days.

house— stark. heir— jungkook. sigil— direwolf. words— “winter is coming.” seat— winterfell.

read the legend.

he was promised to another, meant for another to hold and to love and to kiss. but when his hand lingered on yours for a moment too long to be proper, and when his eyes held yours for a beat too long to be a passing glance, you allowed desire to creep into your veins, to take root inside your heart. perhaps before you might have been permitted to love him freely. perhaps he might have even been promised to you instead. but war was no place for the wants and desires of two people, no matter how much they yearned for it to be.

house— targaryen. heir— hoseok. sigil— three-headed dragon. words— “fire and blood.” seat— dragonstone.

read the legend.

the great beasts plummeted into the god’s eye with such ferocity that you feared the water would rise up and swallow your ship whole. even in the pale moonlight you could see the lake stained red, and you were certain the dragonriders could not have survived such a fall.

house— martell. heir— taehyung. sigil— a spear piercing the sun. words— “unbowed, unbent, unbroken.” seat— sunspear.

read the legend.

when he took the helmet off, shaking out his damp hair even as the strands still clung to his skin, he stole your breath away. the cheers for the prince were deafening, but it was as if there was no one else but the two of you when you gazed upon his bright smile. his dark eyes were almost on yours when the screams of his opponent cut through the air. all the eyes in the tourney turned to your eldest brother, the ground beneath his lying form quickly staining red.

house— tyrell. heir— seokjin. sigil— golden rose. words— “growing strong.” seat— highgarden.

read the legend.

“you won’t regret it,” he said, so quietly and so sincerely that you believed him. “i promise you.” his arms were firm around your body, holding you close, but his fingers were gentle on your skin. you wanted to stay in his embrace forever, wanted to lean back so you could see his face, wanted to push yourself forward to press your mouth against his. you didn’t know for certain if he meant the words that spilled from his lips, but you wanted to believe them; so you did. 

house— lannister. heir— jimin. sigil— gold lion. words— “hear me roar.” seat— casterly rock.

read the legend.

and stood there beside his horse, he looked every part the lannister prince. his eyes met yours amongst the lords and ladies seeing him and his men off, and he smiled wickedly as he walked over to you. taking your hand in his, he bowed to press his lips to your knuckles in a chaste kiss that would draw the eyes of the people around you. then he pulled you close, until you were pressed to his armor clad chest, and you hoped the lords and ladies were enjoying the show he was putting on for them.

house— targaryen. heir— yoongi. sigil— three-headed dragon. words— “fire and blood.” seat— dragonstone.

read the legend.

he had fallen to his knees, eyes ablaze with fury, and blood splattered on his mouth. this was the man they called the young dragon? you wondered why he would garner such a name amongst his people. you wondered if they would still call him the young dragon when he returned or if they would whisper behind his back at his failures. when the man’s eyes met yours, you were glad he was just that; a man. for if he had been a dragon like that of the blood that ran in his veins, you supposed he would have swallowed you whole.

house— stark. heir— namjoon. sigil— direwolf. words— “winter is coming.” seat— winterfell.

read the legend.

centuries of independence, of strength, of power, gone in the blink of an eye. it was all gone, the moment that his knee touched the snow beneath your feet. his face was set in stone as hard and as unforgiving as the one’s used to build the castle. history would remember him unkindly, you knew.

but what they would not know was that yielding was the most honorable thing he could have done.

pairing jungkook/reader

warnings language | alcohol mention and use | brief sexual content | overuse of the word pussy, thanks taehyung | brief mentions of marijuana use | angst angst angst

summary following your recent fight, you’re back in town to face an end with your boyfriend. however, his coping mechanisms end up getting the better of him, turning your situation on its head 

word count 6k

author’s note commissioned by @chitimm, a follow up to these two drabbles. I’m not used to writing these goobers in such tragic emotion. I believe it goes without saying, but this piece takes place within the givenchy & gold universe!