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The Sweet Tea Series | masterpost

— Summary: Korea has been a desired destination of yours for years, a place where you held such a deep rooted connection for that it may finally be the place you belong. Now entering your last year at your art university, you were one of few who were successfully chosen to partake in the one year summer intensive program. Filled with excitement of integrating within a new culture, what you had planned turns for the unexpected when you find yourself rooming next to a local mafia renowned and revered throughout all of Asia. However, things become a bit more complicated when these mafia men are actually demons who find themselves attracted to you, using your variety of tea flavors as an excuse to visit unannounced.  

— Pairing: mafia!demon!bts x poc!curvy!art student!reader

— Genre: angst, fluff / poly!au / supernatural!au / demon!au / mafia!au

— Status: ongoing

— Warnings: blood, violence, murder, death, reader being too kind for their own good, reader forgetting to take care of themselves, racism, insecurities, body shaming, anxiety, bullying, hurt/comfort, sexual tension, implied smut

**AUTHORS NOTE**

          So this story is, once again, somewhat self indulgent! Like the previous story, I want this to be inclusive but the OC will be of color, have a curvaceous figure, and have she/her pronouns. Other than that, nothing is really specific about the OC. There are 10 chapters with a prologue and epilogue but there is no guarantee that it’ll be that long. Actually, this story will be more of a series of lengthy drabbles. The prologue will be up soon and the first chapter to follow shortly after! Also FYI, those from the last tag list (and any who asked) will be added to this one as well! If you wish to be removed, just let me know! (◠‿◠✿)

     ~For my “A Dragon Den’s Wallflower” readers, please refer to this 

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Prologue: Demons Tea

Chapter 1: Green Tea

Chapter 2: Oolong Tea

Chapter 3: Chamomile Tea

Chapter 4: Ginger Tea

Chapter 5: Bubble Tea

Chapter 6: Mint Tea

Chapter 7: Black Tea

Chapter 8: Herbal Tea

Chapter 9: White Tea

Chapter 10: Hibiscus Tea

Epilogue: Sweet Tea

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A Place Called Home (Series Masterlist)

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 11.5 (FLASHBACK)

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

EPILOGUE 

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Bonus Chapter

hola, mi esposa! i’ve missed you so much! i see you’re accepting soulmate au prompts and i was wondering if i could get #7 withy baby boy, frankie?

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐀/𝐍 || So this wasn't apart of the sleepover, but I finally finished it!! ALSO HELLO MY HUSBAND! I've missed seeing you in my inbox. I hope you enjoy this babes!!!

Also I love anyone who can tell me how I titled this fic.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || That was the last place you expected to meet the love of your life. But life was odd at times.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 1.4k

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || Frankie Morales x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || none, minor cussing, intense fluff.

It didn’t bother you anymore. The sound of his voice echoing in your mind. Speaking little things to himself that made you smile through the day; almost like you were there with him just as he was with you. In fact, you looked forward to hearing it. The gravely husk of his voice every day, a delight to have with you through the days and it had become a comfort rather than a hindrance.

“Shit I’ve got to pick up food.” His voice, clear through your mind, the sound one you’d grown used to hearing on and off through the day.

You wished you could ask him what he was eating. Inquire about those things, but sadly you couldn’t send thoughts his way. It only happened whenever it felt like happening, and so you waited throughout the day. Patiently biding time until his voice came back to you.

You can’t remember when it started. His voice coming into your head one day and never leaving, but it happened a long time ago. Back in high school. While you were sleeping; a voice of a boy continued to echo in your mind. You figured it was the stress of school. Of trying to get into college, but it never went away. His thoughts showing up at random hours of the day. So, you grew used to the person who was somehow connected to you; wondering if he could hear you as clearly as you heard him.

Frankie Morales.

He had said his name years ago, almost deliberately, and you’d thought yours right back. Repeated it until you felt like he got the message. Frankie. You liked the name. Thought about it every once in a while when you missed him; wondering how he was. What he was doing in life. The hope that he knew who you were still held in your heart as the days passed slowly.

Frankie knew who you were. Knew that somehow your voice would echo in his mind, a comfort to him as well, and he began to think of things he never thought he would. Your voice was there when he joined the army. When he became a pilot. When he was packed into a tiny bunk half the size of his body, the anxiety of whether or not he’d make it home plaguing his body. And then there was you. Whispering words of comfort to him.

Saying that you wished he was there with you. Listing off the most mundane things possible, because you could hear him cry out in his thoughts. Could hear the pain in his voice and knew that he needed help.

“I’d love to show him my fist.”

Frankie smiled in the middle of the grocery store, your voice echoing in his mind. He figured you were talking about someone you didn’t like; the irritation in your voice informing him of enough. Listening to the flurry of thoughts that suddenly ran through his head, he tried to focus on what he actually came here for.

“Man, I don’t know. She said some kind of flour,” Will said from the aisle he was currently on.

“Did you write it down?”

Frankie followed the sounds of his friends, grabbing a box of cereal he needed; knowing that his daughter liked one brand and only one brand. He didn’t mind much, because it gave him a routine for grocery shopping. Always easier than what Will was currently doing. Standing with Benny and Santi as they tried to figure out what in the hell Will’s wife actually said.

“Call her.” Santi picked up a bottle of creamer he needed for his coffee. “Better to call her and get it right.”

“Can’t forget the milk.”

His head had begun to hurt every time your voice echoed in his head. A sharp pain right in the front of his forehead, until his vision went fuzzy for a few seconds. He figured it was dehydration causing the pain, because this had never happened before. The echo of your voice, louder than before. Almost as if you were speaking directly in his ear.

“Fuck my head hurts.”

You rubbed at the exact spot on your forehead that seemed to be bothering Frankie as well. His voice, thoughts, all of it had become a problem since you walked into this damn grocery store. If you could turn off your mind, you would, but then you’d miss his company. Even if he wasn’t around to actually accompany you to the store. After a shit day of dealing with your boss who had called you minutes before to tell you that you had to finish your assignment or else you would be looking for a different job, and your car nearly dying on you.

You simply needed a glass of wine to help appease everything.

“Frankie, can you grab the other one too?” A blond man said, his arms full of groceries. Two other men followed behind him.

Something in your mind clicked at the name. Frankie. No, that wasn’t possible. The man in your mind wasn’t the same one at the store. Besides, it was a common name. You agreed that you were just about to happen on a stranger; even if you wanted to pick out Frankie in a crowd of people you’d never be able to. His looks only existed in your imaginations.

“Do you have pain killer amigo?” A man in a flannel walked in your direction, a baseball cap on his head to most likely tame the curls that threatened to peek out, rubbing his head.

“Just grab a bottle. Got a headache?”

The man you assumed to be Frankie shrugged. “It’s just loud in my head is all.”

Loud...oh.

“Would be easier if she could tell me why this was happening.”

You gasped, dropping the basket you were holding and drawing the attention of the men, your hands shaking from the thoughts that were going through your head. It wasn’t a mistake. This wasn’t just another man who’s name happened to be Frankie, and you weren’t going insane after all. He was here. In front of you. And suddenly you couldn’t think of anything to say.

Think…

“I like the one on the top shelf the most.”

Sending thoughts his way only seemed to work at odd times and you hoped that he heard you. Hoped that you were indeed correct. His hand reached for the one at the top shelf, glancing at the bottle before turning around to stop at the sight of you. The basket, still in a heap at your feet; tears in your eyes.

“Frankie?” you asked, voice wavering.

The breath was knocked from his lungs, a blow to his heart as well as every other part of him, because he knew that voice. Knew it better than he knew his own. Had heard it at every dark point in his life; the guiding angel that dragged him back to the living.

“It’s you,” he said, the bottle of painkillers now forgotten.

“Hi.” You weren’t quite sure to say. What do you say to someone whose voice has occupied your mind for years?

He stepped closer, needed to feel you, needing to know that this wasn’t some figment of his imagination. “Y/N,” he mumbled, seeing the way your face lit up at the sound of your name.

“Odd place to meet at a grocery store,” you said, watching as he came closer.

He smiled and it was even better than you imagined it to be. “Worth it.”

“Definitely worth it.”

It was probably a bad idea, but Frankie didn’t give a shit anymore. Because all he could think about was your voice in his head as he fought through nightmares. Through his addiction. As he tried not to die. Your voice that had kept him sane through all these years. Cupping your face he kissed you lightly at first, waiting to see how it would be received. You might push him off for all he knew.

A small noise of surprise left you, but you knocking the cap off his head, your fingers tangling in his mess of curls, told him that you wanted this just as much as he did. Because he was there for you just as much as you were for him. Through the hard nights of being lonely, through wondering if this was all worth it. He was there.

Frankie. Your one true love.

@yee-fxcking-haw

Shinso smal spoon and y/n big spoon

Not the best but I tried! Haha

I enjoyed this request it was enjoyable 🥰🥰

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Daze of Pollen Masterlist

(Work in Progress; Slow updates)

Pairing: (cis)fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only. Sex pollen (but consent is explicit), foursome, threesome, unprotected sex, m/m smut, sex marathon. (Will be specified further in each chapter)

Summary: Bucky, Steve, Sam and you are in the safe house post mission when a retrieved Hydra device activates, releasing a kind of pollen you don’t know of, but the effects of which are soon discovered.

A/N: This is my submission for @buckyssoul​​ ‘s Rae Hit 1k Marvel Writing Challenge. I’m sorry for the delay, but I hope you like it!

A/N 2: This series is gonna be pure smut, (all of the events supposedly happening on the same day) with each chapter focusing on a particular pairing or kink.

I’m taking requests if you want a particular kink to be featured. Send me an ask or text me for the same or to be tagged.

Words so far: 14k

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Daze of Pollen: Taglist 1, Taglist 2

Masterlist ||  Taglists

and let the history books name joe biden, rishi sunak, justin trudeau, emmanuel macron, ursula von der leyen and every other world leader who did not step in to prevent the genocide of palestine as cold-blooded murderers. may they face a shred of the immeasurable pain and suffering they allowed to be committed against 2.2. million innocent lives.

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

WHY CANT HE BE REAL ABUPBEPEBUPUBDUPBDD

DAY FIVE

late night drives ➵ eijiro kirishima

words: 1.1k

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From: Eijiro

Hey baby, want to go a drive?

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The text from your boyfriend couldn’t have come at a better time, having just got in from a long day at your job. It was always taxing in your opinion, but today especially had left you completely drained. Your plans had already been to have a call with him once you were ready for bed, but this seems a much better alternative to that.

Sending him a reply that you’ll be ready in the next few minutes, you’re told he’s on his way not long after. Making your way into your room, you get changed into something much more comfortable as you usually do when you go for drives with him. It was almost like a tradition the two of you had started whenever either of you had a hard time - there had been no talks of you moving in together just yet so being apart on the nights you crave each others company the most came with this middle ground.

Not long passed before you watched him pull up outside your apartment building, all but racing down the stairs so that you could see him quicker. Just as you make it out of the door, he’s leaning against the passenger door in waiting. Even with the lack of energy you have from your day, you manage to practically bolt towards him and into his arms.

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