"Death will be our first kiss."

"you are the rain of my soul."

❝ forgive me and move on. ❞ jin highschool!au ©

❝Have you ever painted anybody naked?❞ You ask out of curiosity. Yoongi clears his throat nervously, ❝No.❞ ❝Could I be the first?❞ ≿━━━━༺ ✺ ༻━━━━≾ ➺ ARTIST AU (short story) ➺ painter!Yoongi x reader ➺ Started: Aug 30, 2020 || Completed: Oct 11, 2020 © tropicalxsabotage 2020 *i don't own any rights to the gifs, pictures, music, or videos used in this story*

Formerly titled Butterfly ~~~ When former reporter Melody Tsushima was sentenced to twenty months in prison, she hadn't expected to be sent to Versailles. Cooking soups and planting daffodils, after all, was strange. But all par for the course at the so-called "Palace at Versailles," an old mansion equal parts prison and psychiatric ward for incarcerated young adults. And Melody certainly hadn't expected her own special assignment: to write the stories of her fellow patients.  A girl who truly knows what it means to be different. A young woman with wounds that run far deeper than skin. A boy whose heart is much too big for his damaged body. A young woman who sees the world as it could be, not as it is. A boy with too many souls living in him. A boy with universes in his mind.  All of them are unique, and all of their stories will change Melody.  // Note: this story was formerly a completed story in the fanfiction category. This version has been rewritten to be original fiction. Due to the request of readers, the previous story chapters have been unpublished, rather than deleted.

"Invisible and inevitable, like a butterfly that beats its wings in one corner of the globe and with that single action changes the weather halfway across the world." ― Alice Hoffman ~~ Chou Tsushima is an investigative reporter with excellent training, intense curiosity, and a past that conflicts her. A tip about a prototype hospital for the criminally insane leads her to check herself into the prison to learn more about what happens inside its stone walls and speak with the people that live there. When she meets the seven people inside the prison, however, her life and the lives of those boys will never be the same. ~ Original fiction version available for reading, titled "The Burning of the Palace at Versailles". ~ [Open fanfic inspired by the BTS Music Video Storyline. This includes the videos: "I Need U" (Ver. 1, 2, & the Japanese Version), "HYYH On Stage: Prologue", "Run" (Original and Japanese Version), "Young Forever," the Wings short films "Begin", "Lie", "Stigma", "First Love", "Reflection", "Mama," and "Awake". While this is an open fanfic that does not require you to have watched these videos, you might find a few references if you have watched them.] ~ Rated Mature for sensitive themes.

When Ashley found out that she was pregnant with twins, she couldn't wait to share the good news with her husband. But when he got home later that night, he told her that he wanted a divorce without really giving her a reason why. Heartbroken, Ashley does the only thing that she could do. She signed the divorce papers. Now she's forced to go through her pregnancy alone with no one to help her but her friend, Mayla. During her pregnancy, complications occurred that gives Ashley a new outlook on life. She realizes that not everything is as it seems and not everyone can be trusted. *Originally written by ForeverInfinities* Descriptions are not my best but hopefully, the actual story would be better. :))

❝ i've always wanted to scream how much i love her, pull her into my grasp, trap her in my arms even if i know she would never be mine ❝ he was a liar and she's a fool, a perfect combination of ruination. jeon jungkook ff ©️GEEGUK | cc. fruitpies

"Spread your legs for a lollipop." #5 in FANFICTION✓ © sujinniie 2019-2020 ✓

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17