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Flower Masterpost

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

; Warnings: Depression, anxiety, self-loathing, lack of self-esteem, oral sex (receiving and giving), penetrative sex, fingering, kink exploration, anal, bondage, blindfold

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

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rental

↬ pairing: kim namjoon x reader

↝ genre: fluff, smut, lightest angst | rent-a-boyfriend!au

↳ summary: you were sick and tired of being pushed into looking for a relationship, so your roommate took the matter into his own hands.

✎ word count: 10.5k | this thing is waaay longer than i thought it was going to be, i’ve never written a oneshot this long

☞ warnings:  it goes from 0 to 100 real quick; oc has an annoying controlling aunt; i tried on the fluff - namjoon being super| soft for the oc; unprotected sex

A/N: please give joonie some love! this is probably my favourite fic so far u.u

the rental series :: a rental continuation

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yoongi scenario | stuck on you

❝ While wrapping gifts you end up super gluing your hand to Yoongi’s… not completely on accident… ❞

➸ prompt: I can’t wrap Christmas presents to save my life, but you’re amazing at it. Please help me!

➸ pairing: yoongi x reader

➸ requested by anon | 3.2k words | fluff, neighbour au

Why is gift wrapping so difficult? Why is wrapping paper so flimsy? Why are gifts such irregular shapes? Why is sellotape so hard to cut? And why is the whole palaver such an embarrassment when you can’t do it properly, crossing the corridor to the apartment across from yours with shamed red cheeks, as you knock on the door and ask desperately, “Could you possibly help me? I might have tied my hands together with ribbon…”

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False Pretense

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Slight angst, fluff, non idol AU, fake relationship AU

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: After fake dating with no other intention than to later break up and make things awkward enough for your friends, so that they would no longer bug you two with how perfect for each other you apparently were, Taehyung and you realise things did not quite go according to plan… not when you realised you didn’t really want to break up once you were done pretending.

A/N: So remember how I was whining about not being able to write anything from the requests? I ended up coming with something myself ☠️ Idk, I just started writing and couldn’t stop until it was done ksñsjs so enjoy, hopefully? 🥺

Saying your goodbyes to all your friends at the small get-together that had been taking place at Seokjin’s that evening, you unconsciously reached for the hand Taehyung was already offering you to hold; not wasting another second to intertwine your fingers with his long ones and leave the apartment with bright smiles lighting up both of your faces.

“They surely bought it” you commented a few minutes later when you reached his car — only then letting go of his warm hand so you could take your familiar place on the passenger seat.

“Of course they did” he confirmed once inside, inserting the key so he could turn the engine on, “we’ve been pretty convincing all these months”.

Laughing at the way he had playfully moved his eyebrows up and down before his eyes focused ahead of him so he could start driving to your place, you shook your head in amusement as you turned to your side and looked out of the window into the dark city streets.

And as the soothing music you knew all too well from Taehyung’s playlist filled up the silence, you could not help your mind from wandering to everything that had happened during those months. Four of them, to be more precise.

All the sweet nothings that were said, all the dates that had taken place, all the lingering lock of eyes, the lingering touches… all the oh-so-addictive kisses you had shared… all of that, nothing but an act.

You see, after having your friends constantly pointing out the way you and Taehyung were clearly perfect for each other and how much of a lovely couple you would be if you ever just gave each other a chance, all of that while not really liking each other all that much to even call yourselves close friends at the time… you kind of start looking for different ways out.

And after having tried the most reasonable ones out of them, the two of you had decided to just go with a riskier one, but that would surely end up turning out in your favour: date each other for a very, very short period of time, only to later break up and have your friends feel so awkward about the whole situation that they would never again bring up the topic of the two of you being together in any way.

It was perfect, wasn’t it? Two months of fake dating and then you would be able to just move on with your lives, without having to listen what good of a match you were for each other over and over.

Only things don’t always turn out as planned.

And so, two months turned to three, and three turned to four.

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Love Potions

‣ Yoongi (BTS), for my lovely moon anon. I hope this makes your day better!

‣ Type: Fluff, Slytherin!Yoongi, Ravenclaw!Reader AU

‣ Words: 1318

‣ Summary: Yoongi comes in late for Divination, and wasn’t aware today was the day the whole class would be studying amortentia.

“I read a book all about amortentia, and supposedly the effects can be even as extreme as death. If you drink it, the only thing you’ll be able to think of his your obsession with that person,” you said as Kenna picked up her cup, the mother-of-pearl colored liquid swirling around in her cup.

“I mean, at least it smells good though, right?” she laughed, breathing in the scent deeply.

Professor Trelwany had cooked up a giant batch of the love potion that morning, and throughout the whole class period, you were being forced to inhale all of your favorite scents. It wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon in divination with your best friend, but the cloud of perfume the love potion was giving off was starting to feel a little choking.

“What does yours smell like?” you asked Kenna, your own cup still sitting on the small table between you two. You’d been catching whiffs of what your amortentia smelled like from the fumes of the other students’ cups, but you were a little frightened to take a giant whiff of your own teacup.

“Um, fresh brewed coffee, for sure,” Kenna said, taking a deep whiff between each scent she named off. “And orange peels… and chocolate bars… and that weird musty smell Jungkook has when he’s just finished a quidditch game right after they’ve cut the grass.”

“You’re disgusting,” you laughed, shaking your head. Kenna giggled and rolled her eyes, promptly glancing over at the corner table her trouble-making boyfriend was sitting, his head propped into his hand as he stared, bored, ahead. The seat across from him, for his amortentia partner, was empty.

“You know, this whole policy Trelawny has with the different houses partnering thing, it’s perfect. I mean, it’s like she made this policy specifically for us.”

“I know you’re just secretly mad you had to settle for me because you and Jungkook are both Gryffindors. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Kenna tossed her gold and red tie over her shoulder, a habit she’d had since your first night at Hogwarts, when the tie was aggravating her so bad she tossed it back in anger. Now, she did it subconsciously.

“I am still waiting to hear about what your love potion smells like. I want to know who you’re in love you,” Kenna said, bringing you out of the thoughts you’d slowly slipped into. Kenna liked to pick on you for this habit you were constantly exercising: a typical Ravenclaw, daydreaming her days away.

Grabbing up your cup, you tenderly held it to your nose and took a large inhale. Suddenly, your senses were flooded with an onslaught of all your favorite smells, group together in a whole mass of sweetness. A smile appeared on your face. “It smells like baking cookies, and rose petals, and…”

You were just about to say who it smelled like, because you knew. You knew it smelled like Min Yoongi, the Slytherin you’d been in love with since first year. Kenna was awaiting your answer eagerly, a gleam in her eyes because she knew it too. Before the words could tumble from your mouth, the door to the divination classroom was slung open, and in strode in Yoongi. 

His blonde hair was just slightly damp, as if he’d just come out of the shower. His green and sliver tie was loose around his neck: a wardrobe violation during classes. He wasn’t carrying a bag with school supplies, instead he strode confidently over to the table where Jungkook was seated, clapped their hands together, and sat back confidently, as if he was twenty minutes early for class instead of twenty minutes late.

“Gawd, Y/N,” he called out to you suddenly, his confidence making his voice came out arrogant and snappy. “Did you dump the whole perfume bottle on you today?”

Kenna’s eyes widened, her mouth forming a humored “O”. The whole class turned to Yoongi, and Jungkook barked out a laugh. He glanced over at his friend and smirked. “You’re such a dumbass.”

“Trelawny made an amortentia potion for the class this morning,” Kenna said as she turned around, and you could tell the highlight of her morning was being the person who broke the news to Yoongi. “It’s supposed to smell different for everyone. It smells like the person you’re in love with, typically.”

“Yeah, mine smells like the almond soap Kenna uses,” Jungkook smirked, nudging Yoongi’s arm with his. Kenna smiled sheepishly, but the only person you could focus on was Yoongi.

His creamy complexion made any sort of blush stand out prominently on his face, so the deep crimson color that started from his neck and worked its way up to the tips of his ears could be seen by everyone in the class.

You glanced down at your lap, your fingers hooking and unhooking themselves in embarrassment. Trelawny was in deep lecture at the front of the classroom, explaining the details of the paper you and your partner were supposed to have turned in by the end of the week on amortintia. All you could hear, however, was the deep snickers and whispers circling the room. You knew everyone was talking about the scene Yoongi had just caused, and that meant everyone was talking about you, too, much to your horror. In a way, you were explicitly angry with Yoongi for professing his love for you in such a dramatic, unintentional manor.

When they class was over, you tenderly picked up your things, making sure that everyone was out of the class before you headed for the door. You wanted to make sure no one stared as you exited. Kenna had stood up and marched out with Jungkook as soon as Trelawny called class over; they both had Defense Against the Dark Arts next, and bid you a farewell with a promise to see you at lunch.

You walked away from the classroom, and almost didn’t notice Yoongi standing outside casually, leaning against the wall. One foot was propped against the bricks, his arms crossed. It would have been so fitting to the scene, you thought, for him to be smoking a cigarette.

“Hi,” he said, barely glancing over at you and rubbing the skin of the back of his neck.

“Hi,” you squeaked back, not really in interested in having a conversation with him. He’d embarrassed you a lot that day, along with himself, and the two of you would be the topic of choice in the common rooms that week, you could just feel it. Not to mention, a Ravenclaws and Slytherins typically didn’t enjoy each other’s company much, and you weren’t one to warrant gossip.

“I’m sorry about all that back there,” Yoongi said, his strides matching yours as you headed away from the tower. You had only a short time to get to Potions: the divination tower was such a far walk from the dungeons.

“It’s fine,” you said dismissively, trying to pick up your pace.

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, grabbing your arm gently, a lot gentler than you would have expected for his threatening personality, and turned you to face him. “I just… I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I feel awful. I… I didn’t know amortintia was supposed to… was supposed to smell like, well, you know,” he choked all over his words, and you couldn’t help but smirk slightly at him. Here, in front of you, was the confident and collected Min Yoongi coming apart at the seams.

“It really is fine, Yoongi,” you replied, wanting him groveling before you for as long as possible. You gently took his hand from around your wrist and threaded your fingers together instead. “Wanna know why?”

“W..why?” he croaked, his eyes not leaving the sight of your fingers inside his. Your smile softened as you spoke.

“Because, my amortintia smelled like you,” you whispered, and finally, his eyes met yours.

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