*quietly Sobs In The Corner* It's So CUTE!!!!!!!!!

*quietly sobs in the corner* it's so cUTE!!!!!!!!!

a frenemies to lovers is always welcome, but the different touch you gave with the powers turned this softie even more endearing. thank you for writing!

I’m sMitten

➜ Words: 4.1k

➜ Genres: 100% Fluff, Tsundere!AU, Police!AU

➜ Summary: You and Taehyung are hated for opposing reasons. It’s not your fault that everything you say is a LIE! And it’s not his fault that everything he says is the brutal truth. But what’s worse is that Kim Taehyung can always see through you and he knows to twist your deception into honesties.

➜ NOTES: Thank you for THREE YEARS!!! I never thought I’d be around for so long but you all have given me a chance to share all my stories and I’m grateful for the love I’ve received, including all the messages and the encouragements. This is for the silent readers, the not-so silent readers, my mutuals, and also all fellow writers. Happy Three Years Anniversary!! Enjoy!

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“i’m not going anywhere”

single parent taehyung x reader/oc

word count: +800

genre: fluff, lil angst (this wasn't supposed to have angst lmao, i couldn't help it)

warnings: age gap, mentions of someone in a coma.

summary: you thought he wasn't ready to take another step in the relationship and he was too scared to be an obstacle for your plans in life.

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“did she finally fall asleep?” taehyung asked as you entered the kitchen.

by “she” he meant Eun-ju, his two years old daughter.

he had called you earlier asking for your help, she spent the whole night awake giving him absolutely no time to even close his eyes becuse he was the only person taking care of her at night since there was not sign of her mother.

she had you as well but you weren’t his mom or live with them either.

it's been a year since you met him and it was clear that there was something going on between you both, but still it wasn’t anything serious, it was more like a friends with benefits thing.

You wish it was something more though, but you weren’t sure if he wanted the same since you could notice he was still hurt by something or someone, maybe by a certain child’s mother, but it wasn’t good to jump into conclusions, he would tell you the whole story when he is ready.

for now, you were more than happy with fact that he trusted in you enough to let you be around his daughter and helped him taking care of her, and you were great at doing the last one, it was what you love to do after all, taking care of babies.

“yeah, she is sleeping now” you let him know as you sat on a chair.

“i don’t know what I’m doing wrong, i did everything to get her to sleep yesterday but it just didn’t work” he said while peeling some potatoes.

“first of all, you are doing nothing wrong, and second of all, you could have called me last night and i'd have come right away, you know that” you got up and made your way towards him to give him a back hug.

“i know i know” he took a deep breath before he turned around to face you. “she loves you, you know? i’ve never seen her so comfortable around someone else apart from my parents and me" he softly put his hands on your checks before leaving a kiss on your forehead. "and now you"

for some reason you felt that something was off, he didn’t look so happy about the fact that his daughter felt comfortable around you.

“what’s wrong?” you asked him when you noticed he was trying to avoid making eye contact with you.

it broke your heart seeing him like that, he looked exhausted and you could tell by his face that something was bothering him.

“i don’t know if this is right” he sighed.

“i’ll need you to be more specific Tae” you grabbed his hands that were no longer in your cheeks and gently caressed the back of them with your thumb.

“she might become too attached to you, and I’m scared you would be gone someday, it’d break her heart” he said while staring at his shoes. “and mine”

then, he finally looked at you.

“i'm not going anywhere” now you were the one sighing.

“i just feel that this is not fair to you, you are only twenty-two and i'm twenty-nine, you should be hanging out with people your age, going to parties, living your twenties, not stucked here with us, you know what i mean?” he didn’t let go of your hands.

“i understand, but i don’t care about those things, i prefer spending time with you and Eun-ju way more than going to parties and getting wasted, i'm not sacrificing anything by being with you, because you make me happy” that was the truth.

there was a long silence, but not an uncomfortable one, it was more like a moment of realization for the both of you.

on one hand you thought he wasn’t ready to have something serious with you, and on the other hand he was too scared he might be an obstacle for you, but it seems like you both were wrong.

“do we make you happy?” and for the first time in the day you saw a smile on his face.

“you have no idea how happy you make me” you smiled back at him.

“are you sure you want to try this?” he said as he met his forehead with yours.

“i think i made that pretty obvious just a moment ago” he giggled.

“you are the best thing that happened to me in the last year” he confessed.

he wasn’t in the best place when you met him but he tried his best though, for his daughter.

and no, you weren’t a one-night stand, you both met at a hospital. not a usual place to meet the person you’d fall in love thereafter right? but that was how things happened, and you were somehow glad it was like that.

you were there visiting your father who was in a coma, and he was there to visit someone as well, you didn’t know who though, since you never asked and he never told you.

he was about to give you a kiss when you heard a baby cry.

“i've got this” you said and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

“thank you” he said before letting you go.

he stood there for a moment lost in his thoughts.

it was the start of something beautiful, and he could feel it.

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quarantine w/ jk.

jeongguk is your roommate

you’ve lived together for half a year, and you’ve gotten used to his habits fairly easily

he’s cool, but he tends to do strange things (like putting his mouth on your thighs, arms, or tummy and biting gently)

he’s like a teething baby in a man’s body

the two of you watch a few shows together over the course of a few days to pass the time

that gets old extremely quickly

the both of you definitely get bored, just like everybody else

being inside with him is fun for a while though, but he’s either playing a game, doing some sort of workout, or trying to fuck you

you don’t mind any of that really, but you don’t understand how someone could manage to want to have that much sex in a day

so, you tell him that he’s going to have to find some other route to entertainment, which he gets very upset at

“There’s nothing else to do!”

you suggest a fun game of twister

he tells you that may be one of the lamest things he’s heard

you get tired of it and tell him to occupy himself

he then suggests a slight change to your suggested game

“…Why don’t we play with some baby oil?”

you twist your face up in confusion and distaste

you ask him why he would suggest playing twister with baby oil while being fully dressed

he rolls his eyes at your naivety and then quickly tugs his shirt over his head

“Naked twister, dumbass.”

you had gotten used to seeing him shirtless after living with him for only two weeks, so this was no shock– the boy really loved being shirtless

it WAS a shock to you though when he tugged his boxers off like it was nothing

you quickly turned your back to him

he grabbed your shoulder and tugged you so you were facing him again

you glanced up at the ceiling to avoid seeing that gigantic fucking thing dangling between his legs

you weren’t even LOOKING at him and you could see it

he gripped your chin in his hand and forced you to make eye contact with him

you raised an eyebrow in defiance

he smirked at your attitude

“It’ll be fun. I promise.”

you agreed for some dumb reason

so here the two of you were

naked

oily

and laid out in the living room with a twister mat on the ground

the baby oil definitely made things interesting to say the least

he’s probably attempted to ‘accidentally’ brush his dick against you multiple times

you wouldn’t mind though, but you’d never tell him that

he flicked the spinner

“Right hand, yellow.”

this is where shit hit the fan

he attempted to slide his hand under your ass to get to the yellow circle, but you began to tremble as he neared your pussy

like he was really, REALLY close to touching your clit

you fell

he called you weak for losing the game over something like that

you asked him to go for another round

of course, he agreed

you waited until you had to move your hand under him to get to the color the spinner landed on 

instead of reaching for the color, though, you grabbed his dick instead

he instantly collapsed

you smirked, repeating his own words to him that he spoke to you moments ago

“I don’t lose.”

you hummed, asking him if he was sure since it really seemed as though he just lost the game

“Last round. We’re going again.”

he flicked the spinner again

you watched it carefully to see what it’d land on

he took this opportunity to slam your back against the mat

“I told you, I don’t lose.”

you tell him that he just did

you squirm under him, but his grip on your wrists only tightens

you suggest playing hide and seek instead, because you were beginning to grow tired of this game

he hums and begins to trail his way down your body

you jolt immediately and ask him what the hell he’s trying to do

“I’m hiding my face between your legs.”

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It warms my heart, my chest and even my hands with its sweater paws. This cute fic will remain at the comfort zone, together with the softness from all my favorite fluffs. Thank you for writing this heartwarming thing!

Big Enough for Both of Us | JJK

~summary: his jumpers are going missing. And ending up on you. An annoying amount of books, some very cold weather and an admin mix-up later, will things change between you and Jungkook? Jungkook x reader (she/her pronouns) ~word count: 4.7k ~college au, fluff, getting together Rating: pg13 Warnings: one (1) swear, suggestive conversation and misunderstandings ~a/n: another bingo square, this time for ‘oversized hoodies/sweaters’ as an early Christmas present for you all!

You were shivering as you turned the keys to your locker, barely balancing the stack of books in your arms as you did so. Not wearing a jacket today was something you were sorely regretting, muscles groaning in protest from the cold and the weight you had lugged here.

The squeak of the old locker was the most welcome things you had heard all day, already preparing to shift the cursed pile of books off your struggling arms.

But as the door clanged softly open, all you could do was stare.

Something was already there.

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Fall From Grace ― jjk; kth

Title: Fall From Grace

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader | Taehyung x reader

Word Count: 1.56k

Warnings: Fallen Angel AU, demon!reader, blood, injuries, violence

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a devilishly handsome fallen angel who finds himself bloody in an alleyway in a fight with a horned-demon. Jeon Jungkook is a stuck-up beautiful yet obedient angel who is assigned to kill the very same demon that Taehyung is trying to kill. And Y/n L/n, an actual demon from hell, shows up to the party and leaves fallen angel Taehyung and literal angel Jungkook weak in the knees [or alternatively: a fallen angel, an actual angel, and a demon walk into a bar]

A/N: Just an old chapter of an unfinished series I decided to post as a oneshot…

Kim Taehyung’s lips were stained red. His teeth were bared as he smirked devilishly at the man who stood trembling before him. They both had bruises and scars scattered on their skin from the fight that they were having. Taehyung had a deep bruise on his cheek and blood on the side of his forehead.  He had a metal taste in his mouth that dripped from the corner of his deadly charming grin.

“You can run,” he growled, his voice low and commanding, “or you can surrender.”

The thug raised his baseball bat higher into the air, his hands shaking in fear. Taehyung’s trench coat dragged behind him like the wings that he brandished on his back. His bleach, blonde hair was parted down the middle - his fringe falling over a black bandana with gold patterns. 

He looked like the personification of sin, the kind of person parents would warn their kids about when they were little, but there’s just something about him that makes someone never want to take their eyes off him.

“I have to admit…I’m going to kill you either way,” Taehyung chuckled darkly, “But if you run, it’ll be much more fun for me,” he said with a sinful smile before tracing the thug’s jawline with the tip of his golden dagger.

The thug was ready to make a run for it until a blinding light filled the narrow alleyway. The ruffian found himself on his knees, the tip of a golden arrowhead teasing the back of his head.

“P-Please, have mercy,” He begged cowardly, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Taehyung pouted at the figure aiming their bow and arrow at the thug who was on the floor.

“And who are you? This is my kill!” Taehyung whined, “You don’t get to go around stealing other people’s-”

With a clean shot, the thug dropped dead onto the cobblestone with an arrow between his eyes.

“Wow,” Taehyung scoffed, “rude.”

The literal angel that stood before Taehyung rolled his eyes and gave him an unamused look.

“If I’d known this was your kill, I would’ve let you kill him, but I have been given orders from upstairs,” Jeon Jungkook said in his monotone angel voice.

Taehyung huffed, “It’s always orders from upstairs.”

Jungkook’s eyes were expressionless when he spoke to Taehyung, “Kim Taehyung, I work alongside our brothers and sisters who you’ve chosen to abandon. I don’t take orders from anyone but the man upstairs,” He said clearly - like all the other times he had before.

Taehyung was a delinquent that didn’t like the way the system worked up in cloudy paradise city and because of that, he was thrown out. Cast aside and stripped of his wings. A fallen angel. Jungkook was his best friend when they did the Big Man’s dirty work. The two were inseparable, working like two gears of a killing machine, but everything was dull and tedious. They were required to do what they were asked - no more, no less. They had to arrive on call and finish work by the deadline. All the angels were expressionless and blank, like a heavenly army of mannequins with wings. They had no right to speak their mind, only recite words that were drilled into their skulls at their creation. So Taehyung left. He wanted Jungkook to leave with him, but the younger angel was already trapped in the system.

“Can’t you at least be happy to see me for once?”

“You know I don’t like to see you after what happened,” Jungkook said with his jaw clenched.

He moved to put his bow on his back. His wings were hidden, which was convenient because it allowed the limbs of his golden bow slip perfectly on to his back.

Taehyung sighed, “where’s the Jeon Jungkook I trained with, huh? Don’t you remember what happened in Sin City?”

Jungkook froze. An unimpressed look washed over his face, “you promised not to bring that up,” he sighed.

“Ah, there’s the angel I know,” Taehyung grinned before ripping the golden arrow out of the dead thugs’ head with a satisfying crunch.

Jungkook snatched the bloodied arrow from Taehyung’s hand, “you don’t know me.”

“You’re right, I don’t know you. Not when you’re like this. I know you when you’re Jeon Jungkook, the angel who had his own life to lead, not some soldier who doesn’t know what he’s fighting for,” Tae said as he followed Jungkook down the alley.

“Watch yourself Taehyung,” Jungkook snapped, clearly not wanting to talk.

“Oh c’mon, Kookie, I’m your friend,” Taehyung grinned mischievously.

Jungkook’s breath hitched. He hadn’t heard that nickname in a millennia

Taehyung was about to speak before a disappointed sigh came from the shadows, “Don’t tell me this is both your doing,”

Taehyung’s eyes lit up and his boxy smile grew wider, “Y/n? Is that you, my love?”

From the shadows, a demon came in to view. She was Y/n L/n, a rogue demon from downstairs that started her own crew of demons in rebellion against the Father of Lies himself. Her hair was tousled and her eyes were like the two angels who stared at her - wild and dangerous.

Y/n had her hand on her hip as she looked down at the dead thug, “he was one of my favorites,” She whined.

“Aw c’mon, Sunshine. I thought I was your favorite?” Taehyung flashed her a lopsided grin.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “you were never my favorite Kim Taehyung.”

Taehyung pouted, crossed his arms over his chest and let out a huff of cold air.

Jungkook chuckled, “Taehyung was never your favorite because I am, aren’t I y/n?”

“Tsk, you angels are always so delusional,” she teased, flicking Jungkook’s nose with her index finger.

Taehyung bit his bottom lip to hold back a chuckle, and Jungkook gave him a stern glare.

“Besides. I didn’t come here to see you two. You both killed Monroe,” Y/n said as she brandished a silver katana.

“Wait, where did that come from?” Taehyung asked, tilting his head at y/n’s weapon.

Jungkook sighed as his hand moved to the quiver on his back, “you aren’t really going to try and kill us, are you?”

You scoffed, an amused smile gracing your lips, “as fun as it sounds, I’m not going to murder you two in some dirty alleyway. Monty has some horns that I’d like to have for safe keeping,” Y/n said as she hacked the demon’s horns off.

Taehyung winced, “Why his horns?”

Y/n held the ram-like horns in her hand and blew gently on them. The dark black horns slowly turned into fine dust, similar to black sand.

“Demon Dust. Very rare to find. Lucky for me, Monroe and his family are known to leave behind Demon Dust when they pass,” Y/n said as she put the dust into a small hex bag.

“So that’s why he was your favorite,” Taehyung said.

Y/n let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair, “Anyway, I must be off. I’ve got places to go, things to destroy, stuff to steal,” she winked.

“Aw, that’s no fun! You just got here!” Taehyung pouted.

Despite being a treacherous fallen angel, he still managed to act like a human baby.

“Stay a while y/n! We can go rob a mortal bank or something! That will be fun, won’t it, Jungkook?”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, “When did I become part of this?”

Taehyung laughed, “Oh come now, Kookie, how about the three of us have some fun?”

Y/n sighed and put a hand on her hip, “Do you really think I have the time Taehyung?”

Jungkook nodded, “I don’t think the Big Man will be happy if I stay a while longer.”

Taehyung groaned, “Ugh! You’re no fun!”

He then put his arms around the demon and the angel and instantly shadowed traveled them to his favorite club - “The House of Cards”.

“Does this place ring any bells?” Taehyung asked cheekily, his gaze shifting from Y/n to Jungkook.

Jungkook scoffed with a small grin on his face, “Well, one drink won’t hurt.” Y/n looked over at Jungkook and smirked, “One drink? You can’t even handle a bottle cap.”

“Is that a challenge, y/n?” Jungkook tilted his head at her.

Taehyung chuckled, “Oh yeah, she’s challenging you alright.”

“So are you both gonna have a good time with your best friend - Taehyung the Angel?” He asked with a boxy smile.

“Fallen angel,” Jungkook and y/n corrected.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” Taehyung grinned before he dragged the angel and the demon into “The House of Cards”

Masterlists: BTS  // ASTRO // NCT

I've read this twice. I wasn't satisfied with the amount of pain I've been through reading, so I read another time. It's not about the angst - there is a lot, I should warn - but the "I miss the story the plotline the characters and everything else" kind of re-reading.

This is probably THE fanfiction if you're feeling sad and in a true need for a cuddle. They cuddle A LOT and I love it so so much it even hurts. My favorite parts were definitely those, where intimacy is at the highest point (for me, I guess), and the comfort that it irradiated, even when the smuts came, were *chef's kiss* amazing.

It's already a fav and I know, I just know, I'm gonna read it again, so I need to save this wonderful piece the author gently posted for everyone. Speaking of them: thank you so much for this! Your mind is beautiful and so is your writing. Can't wait to read more!

Sugarplum Elegy (M)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, FWB!AU, Soundcloud singer!AU, Idiots to Lovers!AU Warnings | Explicit language, hopeless and helpless pining, constipated feelings, lots of smut, rimming, cum-eating, spitting, blowjob, fingering, classroom sex, Jungkook is emotionally constipated but wbk  Summary | You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.

Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

Word count | 17.9k

There’s no greater testament to love than love itself – the sheer vulnerability of being bound to someone emotionally and physically, and the aching process that bleeds into infinity. To love in every sense of the word is to offer your entire heart and place it on someone’s bare hands, despite knowing that they might crush it in front of your very eyes.

Maybe love is like a dandelion, pretty during the summer mornings, but upon a huge gust of wind, its petals will be blown away, leaving its heart barren, abandoned. Given your past relationships, forming a fresh new ache and vulnerability for yet another person frightens the fuck out of you.

So when you wake up to a Jeon Jungkook beside you, lulled by the quiet sound of his breathing, your heart fizzles in your chest. It’s a no-strings-attached agreement that you two have decided on at the beginning of the year, but it’s still a feeling you can’t quite get accustomed to, especially when the first thing you see in the morning is his peaceful sleeping face, unless he’s spooning you, in which his warm breath will tickle the back of your nape. It’s weird because it feels nice, feels so right.

It’s been six months since you two started the whole fuckbuddy agreement, yet you still can’t get used to how warm Jungkook is, always so warm, as if the sun has chiselled its way into every single pore of your body, softening and melting your sharp edges. While his body still sends zaps down your spine, your mind registers that you’ve grown to adore the heat of his body when your cold feet always find themselves tangled together with his under the sheets.

He’s not much of a morning person, but sometimes, you’d wake up to him staring at you, caressing every detail of your face with his eyes, sunlight glittering golden in them, and smiling like a fool (an adorable one at that) at your groggy and sleepy self, as though your crusty morning face turns him on because it often leads to the continuation of the previous night’s copulation before scrambling to class.

You know no bounds nor depth with Jeon Jungkook. If anything, you’ve concluded that you’ve never met a person quite like him before, like the cosmos has moved for this concurrence to be possible.

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