Anonymous asked:
What year does Luna have her baby? Is it before or after Jaehyuns enlistment
Before Jaehyun’s enlistment. She has Jisoo in 2023.
Anonymous asked:
If we got a Soyeon cam in the bts webseries this would be it omgg 🥺🥺😭😭
https://x.com/inshxts/status/1904546802906349990?s=46&t=Fpq7XnpKJtL-1tAFDEVoYw
Nah. Nah, Soyeon would be cute but you know who they need to put a baby cam on?
Sammy and Alex.
They get into so much trouble and you'd be seeing it from their perspective too.
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Anonymous asked:
Who are the victors in your hunger games at? Out of your characters.
Ayden won the 50th Hunger Games, the tributes were doubled in his games and he survived a Volcano erupting.
Ren won the 70th Hunger Games, his games included a ‘saviours exception’ where there was a safe pod in the arena that would take someone out of the game. He put Leah in it.
Estelle won the 72nd Hunger Games, her games included a ‘poisoned’ arena. She won because she was the only person who knew how to make antidotes and also what to eat.
Clara won the 67th Game, she’s the youngest ever victor as she was 13 when she won. Clara’s games used a hallucinating gas in the arena and made people go crazy and see things, she’s a bit crazy in this au.
Minho won the 69th game and Hayoon won the 71st game, they came from the same district. Hayoon won because the arena in her games as an abandoned city and she managed to rewire a bunch of electronics to keep her self safe.
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Anonymous asked:
THANK GOD SHE IS ALIVE but what is going on?
“Where’s Belle? Where’s Arabella?!”
Grace frowned as she turned, watching as Jungkook rushed towards her. He had received his medical treatment, the cuts and scars now healed thanks to their technology.
“She’s fine,” Grace stated.
“I asked where she is!” Jungkook yelled.
Stepping forward, Grace stared at the male in front of herself. He was one of their best soldiers, trained by his mother and supported by his father.
“She’s safe-“
“I don’t give a shit that your the leader of this fucking rebellion or that you lead District Thirteen,” Jungkook snapped, “Where is Belle?”
Staring at him, Grace spoke, “You have feelings for her,”
“I spent three weeks protecting her in a fucking blizzard, I deserve-“
“You knew what you were doing, you knew what your mission was,” Grace stated simply, “Your mission is complete, end of discussion,”
“I’ll find her,” Jungkook hissed.
“You won the Hunger Games, Jungkook,” Grace patted his shoulder, “Enjoy your victory tour, enjoy your rewards,”
Grace leaned forward, whispering.
“Forget about Arabella Park,”
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Anonymous asked:
Mans found out he was a dad, won the hunger games & met his newborn daughter all within a 28 hour time period 😂
“Where is she?”
“The victor of the 50th Hunger Games is the be celebrated-“
Wrapping his hands around the throat of the man in front of him, Ayden growled. He was still covered in blood, dirt and ash.
“Where the fuck is my daughter?!”
“Ayden, don’t kill the messenger,”
Grace’s voice made him look up, Ayden quickly dropping the man. The designer coughed and gagged, heaving for air.
Grace held a tiny pink bundle in her arms, Ayden quickly marching over to his eight year old sister. He quickly took the bundle from her, sighing in relief.
“She’s okay,” Ayden whispered.
“Mom said she was born seven hours ago,” Grace whispered back.
Nodding, Ayden exhaled softly, “Her mother?”
“She died during the birth..,” Grace frowned.
“A-Ayden..,” The man suddenly coughed, “Your victory tour-“
“Shove the victory tour up your ass,”
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Anonymous asked:
Ren and leah hunger games au.. Leah’s disability.. Ren would be brutal about protecting her. Same for ash and baby
"Whose that?"
Ayden glanced up, shaking his head slightly as the three people walked past. There was a heavily tattooed male with his arms linked with a blonde girl, they were following a shorter woman.
"Ren Misuki," Ayden stated, "He won the 70th game,"
"So he's a Victor?" Arabella asked.
"Yes and the girl beside him is Leah Cote," Ayden explained, "The 70th game had a savior exception, one person could get out half way through the game,"
"Will they do that again?" Arabella whispered.
"No," Ayden crossed his arms, "Ren has the quickest kill streak after me,"
"You killed everyone within 24 hours..," Arabella looked at her father, making him nod.
"He killed them all within 72 hours," Ayden stated, "With no weapons,"
Arabella went silent.
"This is why I say run, Arabella," Ayden sighed, "Those are the types of people in the arena, let them all kill each other off,"
"It's all the victors children going in," Arabella stated, "We can fight together-"
"It won't work, Arabella, a sheep stays in it's herd because it's safe, they don't know any different," Ayden spoke firmly, "Just survive,"
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Anonymous asked:
Jungbella cuddling each other to sleep in the hunger games au at night for warmth
"You're not going to get warmer if your over there,"
Arabella glared at the male across the cave, shivering as she hugged herself. They had no fire for the night but thankfully the cave had provided them with shelter.
"W-what do you expect me t-to do?" Arabella shivered out.
"Come here,"
She flinched as soon as he moved, Jungkook pursing his lips. He raised his hands, Arabella giving him the side eye as he moved closer.
Soon enough, Arabella was pressed up against Jungkook.
Like all previous years, a weather event had taken place. In her father's games, it had been a volcanic eruption. For herself, a snow storm.
Jungkook's arm held her close protectively, her head resting on his chest. His heart was softly beating against her ear, the soft thumps making her drowsy.
"What was it like in district two?" Jungkook asked suddenly.
"I didn't go out often..," Arabella whispered, "I never really went anywhere without my dad..,"
"You weren't meant to be here,"
Furrowing her brows together, Arabella couldn't say anything back as sleep started to overtake her.
"You weren't meant to be in this arena, Belle..," He whispered.
"What...,"
"Shhh, just go to sleep,"
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Anonymous asked:
MORE HUNGER GAMES AU? Excuse me Jungkook kill Arabella?
"Are you really that scared of killing something?"
Gulping, Arabella turned her head to look over the mountain as Jungkook skinned the rabbit he had caught.
"I don't like unnecessary death," Arabella whispered.
"Your dad hunted down an entire arena of tributes, did he teach you nothing?" He laughed.
"I know what he did!" Arabella turned and glared at him, "That doesn't make it any better!"
A loud noise made them both stop, Jungkook standing up as they both looked to the sky. It flashed with a large screen, making Arabella sigh softly.
Six more people had died.
"That makes four of us left," Jungkook whispered.
"There out there somewhere," Arabella whispered back, "Waiting,"
"And I'll kill them,"
Swallowing thickly, Arabella simply sat down next to the tiny fire. They were trying to keep themselves hidden as much as possible now, they were almost at the end.
"Will you make it painless?" Arabella asked softly.
He handed over a part of the cooked meat.
"I'll be as gentle as I can be," Jungkook cooed softly, gently cupping her face, "I promise,"
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Anonymous asked:
Jungbella hunger games au?
“Nobody is your friend in that arena, Belle,”
Waking with a start, Arabella scurried to sit up. There was a fire going, keeping her warm as she pulled the blanket off herself.
The last thing she remembered was falling into the water.
The battle at the cornucopia was a blood bath, after all, this was the hunger games. Arabella decided to run, that had been her father’s advice.
“You almost drowned,”
A voice made her jump, staring at the male that sat on the other side of the fire. Arabella recognised him from the tape she had been shown.
Jeon Jungkook, son of the Victor of the 65th Hunger Games.
This was the 75th Quarter Quell.
And what not better than to send the children of the previous victors?
“You pulled me out of the water,” Arabella whispered.
“Your completely defenceless,” He smirked, “You didn’t take any weapons,”
“No use dying early,” Arabella whispered.
“Your completely different from your father,”
The comment made her breath hitch. Was he watching right now? Was Grace watching too?
“Is this a trick? Save me just to kill me?” Arabella asked, “Your from District One, your all bloodthirsty there, you even volunteered,”
“I’m bloodthirsty?” He laughed, “No, I need an alliance,”
Arabella blinked. This man was prepared, he had knives and an axe on his back. The gear around them had obviously been taken from others or sent into the arena.
“Your a fan favourite,” Jungkook explained, “You would know by now that it’s not just survival, you have to be liked,”
“There can only be one victor,” She whispered.
“I’ll protect you,” Jungkook stated, “And when the time comes, let me kill you,”
Eyes going wide, Arabella exhaled, “Why would I agree to that?”
He shrugged, “It’s the best chance of survival for the both of us,”
Anonymous asked:
A Jungbella pacific rim au?
Arabella groaned as she barely managed to pull the screwdriver out of the metal hole she had shoved it in, huffing before she kicked the device in front of her. As an engineering and jaegar weapon mechanic, getting things to work was her job.
And this wasn’t working.
“You know, when you quit the pilot program to become an engineer, I didn’t think you’d stick to it,”
Letting out a huff, Arabella turned as she came face to face with her cousin. Sophia hadn’t changed much despite her years as jaegar pilot, although she now had a scar going down her cheek and neck, healed but still obvious even in the light of the workshop.
“Well, I needed a job,” Arabella shrugged as she wiped her hands, “Why are you here, Sophia?”
“You’re dad’s the best jaegar pilot in the fleet,” Sophia started, arms crossing over her chest, “You scored the same as him in the piloting test, Arabella,”
Arabella knew about her test scores, it might have been five years ago but she had left it all behind.
“If you’re here to tell me my dad is dead, just spit it out,” Arabella whispered, leaning against the machine behind her, “I haven’t spoken to him since I left the program,”
Sophia chuckled slightly, “Believe me, he’s not dead, Ayden’s still piloting Crimson Tyrant on the Eastern Sea Board,”
Crimson Tyrant was the name of her father’s jaegar, which he had been piloting since before she was born. It was a massive jaegar, dark red in colour and one of the only Mark II’s left in the fleet.
Maybe she was supposed to pilot Crimson Tyrant alongside her father, but that all changed when everything turned to hell in the jaegar program.
Arabella looked at her cousin, who had once been her best friend, waiting.
“They’re putting together a team of pilots, for a mission,” Sophia began, “You’re pulling in a lot of strong pilots, they’re even pulling some out of retirement,”
“I wasn’t even a pilot,” Arabella laughed, “But good luck, I left for a reason,”
Sophia sighed, “They’re not asking, Arabella, they’re drafting you,”
Arabella felt her heart drop, the words echoing in the back of her mind.
Drafting.
“They can’t draft me,” she said, shaking her head as she tried to bury the panic rising in her throat.
“They can,” Sophia replied, “And they are.”
Arabella threw down the towel she’d been using to clean her hands, frustration boiling over. “I wasn’t even a pilot!”
Two men suddenly stepped into the work shop and Arabella felt the tears pool in her eyes. They grabbed each of her arms, dragging her away.
The jaegar bunker hadn’t changed much, still a mess of cars and trucks zooming around as the massive machines were being upgraded and repaired. Arabella was silent as she held her bag, walking through the bunker behind Sophia.
There were seven massive machines along the wall, all ranging in height and repair. Arabella noticed each of them, taking in how they all differed from each other. One machine, the tallest of them all, stood out. It was sleek and black, with markings on the arms.
“They’re calling it Golden Shadow,” Sophia stated.
“Mark Five?” Arabella asked, unable to mask her curiosity.
The corner of Sophia’s mouth tugged upward. “Yeah, fast as hell.”
Arabella tried to focus on the machines and not the memories surging back. The bunker was filled with the constant roar of engines and clanging of metal on metal—sounds she thought she’d left behind.
“You’ll be training with some of the best,” Sophia continued. “Try not to take this to heart but, uh.., they’ve already paired you with another pilot,”
Looking at Sophia, Arabella’s eyes narrowed, “Who?”
“Don’t kill me..,” Sophia mumbled, “I didn’t pick the pairs,”
“Who?”
“Jungkook,”
Jeon Jungkook. Her ex co-pilot in training. One of the reasons why she left the jaegar program in the first place.
Arabella froze, the name clawing memories to the surface. The intensity of shared thoughts inside the cockpit during training- the rawness, the unfiltered mess of emotions between them.
“Fuck no,” Arabella snapped.
“I didn’t pick who they paired you with, Belle,” Sophia stated firmly, standing her ground, “You and Jungkook have the strongest drift compatibility out of everyone in the whole fleet, world wide,”
“I am not getting back in his head-”
A voice cut her off.
“I’m not excited about it either,”
Arabella turned, and there he was. Jeon Jungkook. He looked older, leaner than she remembered, his dark hair longer and falling into his eyes. That same sly smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the one that always meant trouble.
“Arabella—” Jungkook started, but she cut him off with a glare.
“Don’t even,” she snapped, fire sparking in her chest.
Sophia held up her hands in surrender. “You two need to figure this out. Training starts tomorrow.” She glanced between them before backing away, leaving them in the middle of the chaos.
Arabella clutched her bag tighter, like it could anchor her against the storm inside. She turned from him, focusing on anything but his presence—the buzz of machinery, the hum of voices echoing through the hangar.
Jungkook stepped closer. “Are you really gonna ignore me?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice colder.
“You know they make pilots bunk together now, right?” Jungkook called out.
She stopped, squeezing her eyes shut before sighing.
“Let me guess,” Arabella turned to face him, “That makes use roommates?”
“Looks that way,” Jungkook replied, crossing his arms. His expression shifted, a crack in the bravado. “Can we at least try to talk?”
Arabella felt the old walls she’d built start to erode, but she wasn’t ready. Not yet. “I’m going to my room,” she muttered, walking past him.
“See you there,” he called after her.
Mistletoe Kisses
Pairing: Yoongi x Estelle
Series: BTS Girlfriends AU
Genre: Smut. Pure Smut. Don't read if you like Mistletoe.
A/N: Is this three months late? Yes. Was I supposed to release this during Christmas? Also yes. Did I wake up this morning suddenly needing to finish and post this? Absolutely.
Christmas in Korea was different from the States, Estelle had learned in her first year living in the country. While decorations were hung in shops and sometimes in the streets, there was no mad shopping rush or arguments for the best Christmas trees. It was a more intimate affair, between lovers and family.
Grace took Christmas as a time to party. Everyone got the week off, Grace rarely went home for the Christmas holidays and Estelle hadn’t stepped foot in America since she’d left the place. The yearly MYL Christmas party was crazy and Grace had a reason to celebrate since moving into the new building.
Estelle wasn't typically one to indulge in alcohol, but this occasion felt special—a rare opportunity to unwind and enjoy a few drinks. Her career was flourishing, with each project bringing new successes and satisfaction. To top it all off, she had recently started seeing someone, and the excitement of having a boyfriend added a new layer of joy to her life. The combination of professional triumphs and personal happiness made this moment one she wanted to savor.
Yoongi himself was staying somewhat sober, but the drinks that Grace mixed seemed to have more alcohol than mixer in them. But the mix of soju and whiskey made his girlfriend look extra cute in her sweater and skirt.
“Bambi..,” Yoongi chuckled as Estelle finished another drink, his hand pressing against her waist, “You are going to be so hungover tomorrow,”
“That sounds like an issue for tomorrow,” Estelle giggled through a hiccup, her hands slipping around his neck and playing with the back of his hair.
His icy blonde hair was cute, but Estelle loved his dark black; natural seemed to be her favorite look on him.
“You should grow your hair out,” Estelle cooed softly as she tugged on his hair, “Giving me something to hold,”
Yoongi’s eyes darted around them for a moment before he leaned closer, “Your cheeks are flushed,”
“There not the only thing that’s flushed,” Yoongi groaned as she batted her eyelashes, teeth biting her bottom lip, “Do you wanna see?”
Inhaling, Yoongi couldn’t help but lick his lips. Estelle was all his, in every way possible. Ever since their first time, he couldn’t get enough of her cute moans, plump hips and markable skin.
But Yoongi’s favourite part of her was Estelle’s eyes. Like sparkling sapphires, reflecting every emotion in those orbs.
And right now, Estelle wanted to be fucked.
Anonymous asked:
that country is so warped bro more concerned about yoongi falling off a scooter going 0km/hr that T***l. Minsik going to jail before T**** too what the actual dystopia
Honest to fucking god.
They want to give Minsik THREE YEARS for drugs. But several rapist and disgusting human beings have only served 1 year. ONE YEAR.
THE TIDDLER HASN'T EVEN BEEN TRIED YET AND THAT WAS OVER A FUCKING YEAR AGO.