I'm A Sucker For Childhood Sweethearts

I'm a sucker for childhood sweethearts 💜

yoongi x reader

requested by @ughtear​ ( Hi! I was just able to see your post and I was wondering if I could request prompt 3+1 (three times he proposes and the one time you say yes) with Yoongi? The idea of it makes me so soft! Also, I’m new at requesting so I don’t know what format is 🥺)

genre: fluff

words: 1.8k of cute stuff!!

synopsis: 3+1 (Three times Yoongi proposes and the one time you say yes)

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Kindergarten was such a hassle for young Yoongi. Coloring within the lines and connecting the dots were too exhausting and all he wanted was for nap time to come. He should be at home sleeping with his blanket in hand. Hatred for school aside, Yoongi wasn’t very social. He was a shy boy who would rather listen to some tunes even if he didn’t understand the lyrics that well. 

Well, he couldn’t exactly hate school.

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hey, i thought i should let you know that @bubblegumbi0tch has a fic called ,Heat‘ where they copied the first part of ,Run little Rabbit‘ and only changed out the characters???? they even left one hoseok in there by mistake 💀💀💀 sorry that happened :(

You're right, they have plagiarised it. And plagiarised it badly by leaving Hoseok's bloody name in it.

I've messaged them and told then to delete. I'd recommend others check this tumblr's work to see if your work has been blatantly ripped off.

For proof, here's the literal side by sides.

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

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synopsis: › there’s an obvious difference between being solely fuck buddies and fuck buddies who are slowly getting emotionally attached to one another. unfortunately for you and jimin, it seems like you’re falling in the second category. so, what’s the solution to not be in that kind set-up anymore? you stop being friends with benefits, of course. and for jimin, that means you don’t see each other for sex anymore. you actually move forward and date for real.

pairing: jimin x reader

word count: 7.1k

rating: 18+

content: fluff | smut | friends with benefits au | established relationship au | college au | romcom-ish | this is just a very light fic tbh, kinda feels like pwp or fluff without plot sjdjsk | yn and jimin are just head over heels for each other | we’re highlighting the beauty of ✨ communication ✨

warning/s: swearing | sexual jokes & banters | explicit sexual content| dirty talk | fingering | finger sucking | hand job | oral (f. receiving) | protected sex | vanilla sex

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Black Swan (Jimin x Reader)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Cursed Jimin, Stalking, Obsession, Forced Relationships, Blood (Lots of it), Gore, Fear, Panic/Anxiety, Depictions of dead bodies, Devious Intentions, Depictions of Weapons, Mourning, Self Harm, Massacre, Murder, Isolation, Drowning, Allusions to Religion (Use of the word Heathen)

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

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Preview:  A princess’s job is to learn etiquette and to marry, so why did you derail from that path? All it took was one instant of you departing from your fiancé’s hunting party to become lost in the enchanted forest and to stumble upon a cursed man who doesn’t believe in love. He must be so lonely…do you dare to befriend him?

A/N: Hello my loves! This is my last fic for the Forbidden Fables Collab! I have had so much fun working on this series with my fellow authors and I still cannot believe that they invited me to be a part of it in the first place. This was literally so much fun, and I think I may actually like this fic better than Run Little Red so that’s interesting 👀 Anyways, happy reading, I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and in the comments 💜💜💜

The carriage you were sitting in was jostling you to and fro, the motion making your stomach twist in uneasy knots. 

You tried your best to lean your head out of the open window, the fresh summer breeze being the only relief to your motion sickness. You despised traveling by carriage, but the journey you were making was long and near impossible to make by foot. 

Not to mention, you were a princess, and a princess never walked to her destination. She was always escorted by a squad of knights and enclosed in a horse-drawn carriage for her safety. 

The day would have been a lovely one, had you not been confined to a space that made you sick and were being sent to another place you so deeply despised. 

Your wedding date had been looming over your head for months, and now with it coming closer and closer, you were instructed to have supervised visits with your fiancé. Your parents had been enthralled with the idea of you being wed to him, his kingdom was vast, prosperous, and wealthy. He was, by all means, the perfect suitor if he wasn’t so goddamn dense. 

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All That Glitters | Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere Jimin x  Reader 

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Abandonment Issues, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jimin), Tsundere Reader, Insinuation of Smut (It’s spicy just not very descriptive),Bullying 

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: With the sudden news that you are set to inherit a fortune after the passing of a distant relative you are ready to become an heiress. The only problem is that there is a clause in the contract: in order to receive your inheritance you must be married. So, who better to marry than your high school stalker?

A/N: It’s 3 in the morning and I’m exhausted. This is still the condensed version of the fic. I should have just made it a two part series. Let me know if you would prefer if I cut this fic in half and post them as two parts, whatever is more digestible. Okay, I love you, I can’t wait to see you in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

Note: It is not specified where the fic takes place, the school system suggests South Korea but the MC’s job suggests America (the job is a vent piece about my old job) so let’s pretend this stupid car wash chain exists in SK 😂

You let out a deep, tired sigh as you toed your shoes off. Everything was hurting from the arches of your feet to the bend of your shoulders. 

Each day had become utterly boring and utterly the same. It had been another long day of work, longer than you had ever imagined in your youth. When you were younger you had expected so much more of yourself. You had thought by now, at the ripe age of twenty-six, you would have had a high power career, an apartment with a view of the city, and perhaps a boyfriend…or two. 

But life had punched you square in the gut and body slammed you with a reality check. You had spent four years in undergrad slowly accumulating mass amounts of student debt before deciding you hadn’t had enough and wasted four more years in graduate school. You had been lulled into a false sense of comfort. All your life you had been told that you were to go to college, get a degree, and then get a “real” job. You had been dismayed to learn that despite all of your efforts you never secured a job for yourself after graduation. 

In fact, even now you didn’t have the job you had worked so hard for. Instead, you were busting your ass working a minimum wage job catering to ungrateful customers who had been fortunate enough to enter the job market twenty or even thirty years before you who all believed that they deserved your undivided attention and service. 

You were just barely managing nowadays. Your apartment was more of a closet than an apartment. Everything was confined to one room, kitchen, dining, and bedroom, all except for the bathroom. You had a faucet that never stopped leaking and the oddest stains on the wall that you refused to question anymore. To put it plain and simple, you were fucking miserable. 

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