Korea goes into an uproar when its announced that its faceless King, Kim Namjoon, likes men and only men. In an effort to get him married off, his grandmother holds a competition in which the winner will become the King's spouse. Korea's gay men gather to win over the King's heart, but from just one look Namjoon feels himself drawn to one particular candidate, Kim Seokjin.

"it's not gay if we call it a brojob!" (06/2016-10/2016)

❝ do you think they have ramen on the other side? ❞ ❝ i guess we'll just have to find that out for ourselves. ❞

"If you came here looking to lose your will to live, then you've found the right place." "It feels like home." //Phan

❝You're gonna spent New Year's Eve with your mother.❝ *** (Teenage Septiplier AU) COMPLETED

"Well hello gorgeous." He smiled at me, his hair falling down over his face. "I haven't seen you around here before." ~ This fanfiction will contain harsh descriptions, brutality, the use of alcohol and/or drugs, and sexual content. as well as a thought disorder. If you are sensitive to any of these themes, please use your own reader discretion. Also I would like to state that the drawing is done by Shuploc, who is super talented and I would never even dream of taking credit for that drawing. You should check them out. All storylines are my own ideas and my own writing. Thank you. Thank you all so much for reading, voting and or commenting on the story, it helps me out a lot! As always, stay you, Rinny!

Mark gets called in to take care of a basic 10-50, which seems easy enough and accepts without hesitation. Upon hearing more about the situation, he begins to get an off feeling about not the character in question, but rather the couple who called it in. His partner, Wade, has similar thoughts, but the two press forward, unaware of what they're getting themselves into. [AU - Cop!Mark & Criminal!Jack]

Mark always knew who he could trust with all his secrets, who would walk with him, and who was out to get him. Being able to read minds had it perks but overall, it kind of sucked. Just having those constant voices in your head, yelling, whispering, just talking. It drove him mad. Mark was still an optimist, no matter what life threw at him. The red-haired kid that you would either see with a smile or a look of impatience, who stayed behind in empty classrooms for three minutes and only having two more minutes to run across the school the next classroom. That was Mark Fischbach, the one not many knew. Jack never knew who he could trust, who he could complain to, who to confine to without being betrayed. He didn't know why he couldn't trust people, he just had trust issues. He was an optimist, though even an optimist had something to complain about so they could remain optimistic. Not wanting to plague others with his deepest secrets that they had to keep or with his flurry of complaints that he had about life. He was the green-haired kid you could always hang out with, the kid that you could ask for help and he would always come through, the kid with the big toothy grin that everyone loved. That was the Sean McLoughlin that everyone knew. Jack didn't know a lot about his life. Who he could trust? Who he could be actual friends with? Who was out to get him? Who actually hated that giant grin on his face and wanted to wipe it clean? Who is the red-haired kid that looks like he's about to explode in the back of the classroom? Why does he want to help Jack? Why does he know that Jack needs help the first place? The Cotton Candy haired boys; Green and red acting as a beacon of that everyone's eyes are drawn to. The Candy Floss haired boys; Red and green catching the attention of passersby no matter the case. The Candy Haired Boys that needed to live for once instead of hiding from the possiblilities in life.

"His eyes - oh, God, his eyes - were an entirely different story. Staring into his eyes was like staring into the summer sky just before the sunset came, before the yellow, pink, and purple clouds came to fog up your vision. They were the definition of a cloudless sky, a clear river seen running through a wide field of grass, that one, blue, sparkling diamond that stood out more than any other in a goldmine. Shining like the stars and as light as a feather, they tricked you into a strange sense of security, a state that one would be foolish to leave intentionally. Everything about his eyes was passionate, beautiful, and enticing, anything a man could ever ask for. I wanted more of his eyes, more of him." :D Thanks for checking this out! Awesome cover photo by someone who goes by the name Shuploc on Instagram - please feel free to check them out!

gen·o·cide/ˈjenəˌsīd/ noun the deliberate killing of a large group of people, especially those of a particular ethnic group or nation. For years, Americans have been telling themselves a threat was upon them. Ever since terrorist attacks rose here and there, citizens have been on edge and ready to strike back, but they began settling down and shoving off their gut instincts. Then the bombs hit. Jack was working towards his American citizenship one day at a time after moving in with Mark and deciding he could live out his life there with him. While Jack held onto his green card, Mark was helping every way he could, helping Jack study for the test he'd have to take and pass in order to get his citizenship in a few years. Needless to say it was exciting for the friends, who were also edging towards something more. Then the bombs hit. [Cover art is not my own] [Somewhat AU - Contains violence, gore, harsh language.]