[sequel to online] ☾after two years of separation, they meet again.☽ © whaelien 2016 #299 in fanfiction-08.14.2016 started-06.20.16 completed-10.13.16

"I'm straight! It's just that gay porn pays better."

" kookie " " stop calling me that " " but.. you're my kookie... " >> Sequel to " Orphan "

"Why do you keep bothering me?" "Because you're the only person who says no to me." ♡ An AU where Hoseok is the high school bad, rich boy. His parents blame themselves for his actions, and spoil him endlessly. He just wants to be told "No," once. Yoongi is a normal boy, with average grades and snappy remarks. Hoseok bothers Yoongi endlessly, why? Because he's the only person that tells him "No." As Hoseok gets Yoongi in trouble more and more, they get closer and closer. What could possibly happen? ♡ Started: May 21st, 2018 Completed: September 11th, 2018

☾in which an orange haired boy falls in love with his mint haired friend.☽ © whaelien 2016 #103 in fanfiction-06.19.16 started-05.14.16 completed-06.26.16

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals