#bread-jinie

sdfkjsdhsd I wouldn’t use half of them, but it’s supposed to be all my wips so \o/

Hold the Onions: Idol AU wherein Hoseok meets an aspiring chef reader working at a shitty diner and the dumb bitch can never get his order right.

for exo !!

6. Your favorite song and why? this is....the hardest question i rlly cant answer so imma do top 5 hehe forever, one and only, cant bring me down, been through, and black pearl uh theres no reason theyre just the greatest songs ever made

First of all, I love you!!!

7: What are you most proud of?

For In Motion: That I am finally able to conquer the smut scene that has always been the hardest part to write about for this series :))

For Carousel: That the research which I have done for a whole year is finally paying up. I am also proud of the storyboarding process because this series (and About Time) was the starting point for my learning process of creating a more thorough storyboard for my fics.

For Blood Moon Rising: To be able to start this series right when I have found a comfortable flow of writing and a style that would be the most perfect form for it. I had the idea for the series a long time ago, but I couldn’t find myself planning on writing it or to envision myself bringing it into life. I’m really hoping that the series will bring more colours to my collection of writings :)

18. answered :)

again, did i not mention how cute this is and also colour scheme here !!! what a blessing to my eyes, i feel great and refreshed 

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lets start~

1) Serendipity 

by @lost-bangtan

a jungkook x y/n fic 

oneshot 

highschool au 

2) Strike three

by @aryakiel

a taehyung x  y/n fic 

one shot 

if theres one thing you know, theres no one as cold as taehyung but theres no one else but him that could warm you up which is prolly why you end up in his home more

3) Prodigy

by @bts-sinning

a jungkook x y/n fic 

one shot 

teacher au 

part of the teacher au series will all member x y/n fics

( shit this got me so good )

it was an accident when you handed in your own personal sketchbook but your professor has other plans for you, and that includes a redraw of your sketches of him in his own home 

4) Red Handed

by @aragyeom

a jungkook x y/n fic 

one shot 

you should have known better than when jungkook sends that text to you, asking you to come over and you couldnt resist 

5) Behind the Lens

by @seokvie

a namjoon x y/n fic 

completed series 

amateur porn au 

you could barely make ends meet and honestly with your current situation, youre surprised youre still alive and so when an idea popped up, you decided to do it with namjoon, your best friend who's struggling with you too 

6) Obligated

by @knockknocksoosthere

a namjoon x y/n fic 

one shot 

arranged marriage au 

a collab called ‘Bound’ by @kpopfanfictrash , @knockknocksoosthere and @bread-jinie

( god this is great ) 

you were married based on obligation but when things stir when he's drunk, you knew it wouldn't last that long, little did you know he was the one you've been wanting in a man for a long time 

7) Starved

by @omnibusdreams

a yoongi x y/n fic

one shot 

when you weren't that experienced, you decided to call someone over who would help you for a week and well you couldnt say that you didnt enjoy his presence

8) Teacher’s Pet

by @btsjeonjazz

a namjoon x y/n fic 

teacher au 

guess your professor has taken a liking of you to make you is personal teacher’s pet

9) I Will Not Lose

by @jimlingss

a jungkook x y/n fic 

oneshot 

magic au 

a bet to make jungkook fall in  love with you, how hard could it be?

lastly

10) Princess’n the Knight 

by @jimlingss 

a yoongi x  y/n fic 

oneshot 

royalty au 

your parents decide to lock you in a tower so to find a prince who would marry you, in their eyes, apparently no one would want you until yoongi sonehow discovers you 

anonymous asked:

For the EXO superpowers at school fic, do you mean the collaboration Exordia Academy? It’s written by kpopfanfictrash, knockknocksoosthere and bread-jinie. The masterlist is on kpopfanfictrash’s page!

anonymous asked:I think the fic about exo having super powers is called exordia academy. It's different stories by @kpopfanfictrash @knockknocksoosthere and @bread-jinie!

cabernet MY GIRL!!

😘😘😘😘

Through tears Idunn looks down at Chanyeol, watches in horror as life fades from his eyes, blood seeping into the grass beneath him. Faint sobs escape her lips as her hands rove across his torso, desperately trying to heal him. She watches as the wound glows briefly, but a second later it fades, her hope turning to ash in her stomach.

‘It’s not enough, it’s not enough,’ she chokes, blinking rapidly to clear her blurred vision. ‘I need more energy.’

A taunting laugh comes from behind her. ‘I’m sorry your lover is dying, my little dove. It’s too bad.’

Emotion, unfamiliar and blazing in it’s intensity, rises in her. The feeling is so foreign it takes her a moment to name it - anger.

All her life Idunn had been familiar with joy and purpose, and in the months leading up to her journey to Earth she’d experienced boredom, restlessness.

With Chanyeol she’d finally learned what love felt like. Passion. Need. But never had this electric, restless heat raced along her veins. Until faced with losing that which was most precious to her Idunn had never needed to know the burning force of anger.

It dispelled her tears, casting them out along with any fear that remained in her at the thought of facing her husband. Before Chanyeol she had cowered before Thjazi, cowering in his presence like a terrified rabbit. But with Chanyeol Idunn felt strong, alive; braver than she’d ever been in the countless centuries of her long, immortal life.

Thjazi’s mocking, dismissive words push her to stand. What she was about to attempt could cost her everything, but if there was even a small chance at saving Chanyeol, she’d take it.

Normally Idunn’s power flowed in her veins like a life-giving river, calm and sweet, just as she used to be. But in her anger and fervent desire to keep Chanyeol alive it had turned into a churning ocean, capable of drowning the earth. 

Meeting his gaze, blind to the battle carrying on around them, she focuses her intent.

‘You forget, husband, that I have powers too.’ Idunn advances, striding close enough to Thjazi that she can sense his heart beating in his chest. ‘You forget that even the gods can die.’

‘What is this? Has my little dove learned to spread her wings?’ he asks, hesitation creeping into his tone at the feral look in Idunn’s eyes.

Energy sparks at her fingertips. ‘No. I grew claws.’

With a growl she raises a hand to Thjazi’s chest and clutches, sinking her nails into the fabric covering his chest. Slowly she pulls back, dragging the energy, the vitality, the very life from his lungs.

hehehehehehe 🔪🔪🔪

You were tending the horses when the group of refugees arrived. Why these people were brought in, you couldn’t say. The guards and the elders hadn’t let a new person in the village in living memory. 

For decades scouts had returned from brief trips to the outside world and reported that the war waged on, that the world was even further beyond repair. But you felt their unfamiliar energy the moment they crossed the protective barrier. 

Or, more accurately, you felt him. 

Since the day your sight was taken your other senses had deepened, matured. Your hearing was phenomenal now, and you could almost smell your mother baking her famous apple pies from clear across the village. 

The most fascinating development was an ability to see auras, which surely came with the rush of power that flooded into your body the day you killed your mentor.

By sixteen, when Chanyeol arrived, you could see a person’s aura and know immediately who it was. Your mother was a light pink, warm and nurturing. Your father was a royal blue, proper and honorable. Every living thing had them - even the horses exuded a beautiful, warm orange glow that relaxed you whenever you were around them.

The surplus of powers you possessed also lent you an ability to heal others, speeding their bodies’ natural repairing process. The elders refused to let you waste it on small things like cuts and scrapes, but the day Chanyeol arrived he was injured enough for them to call on you.

A few minutes after you felt them arrive a woman emerged into your family’s yard. The deep purple color had let you know it was Mary, your favorite of the village elders. 

‘Please, come with me. We need you,’ she’d said, out of breath.

Only your excellent reflexes and enhanced perception of the world had kept you from falling as she pulled you to the town square, your hand clasped in hers.

Among all the new colors in the great square there was one you couldn’t look away from. Even without seeing his face, without knowing what he looked like, you knew he was beautiful. His aura was as bright and yellow as the sun at midday.