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;sealed with a kiss (m)
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre: 1950s au, highschool au, fluff, smut
Word count: 7,617
Summary: you and jungkook have crushes on one another but it takes some light (or perhaps heavy) encouragement from your friends for things to move along…
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Fucking cute !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
butterfingers | namjoon
↽pairing: namjoon x reader ↽genre: hybrid!au, teacher!au, hybrid!namjoon, teacher!namjoon ↽words: 8.2k+ ↽rating: sfw ↽notes: a very very late fic for @endearkim‘s birthday last year!! Hopefully you like it :)
He had you at the very first pebble he gave you.
↼posted; 30.03.2018
Screaming.
One of the most notable things about working with young children, come noon, was the screaming. You watched from a window in the classroom that belonged to the third grade teacher, Jung Hoseok, as young children ran about on the playground outside. Glee painted their faces pink, with bright smiles and peals of laughter echoing into the air that filled your chest with a sense of peace and joy. Lunchtime was truly a sight to behold at Riverhill State Primary School. Games of tag and hide and seek ran rampant across the field and metal playground. The swings, a highly coveted item, were never without a customer wriggling their eager behind onto the seat and swinging their legs wildly until they finally gained enough momentum to swing higher, and higher, and higher. The happiness of the children was clear for all that happened to pass, but still, the most notable thing about lunchtime, was the screaming.
Even so, you found your attention wrapped up in something else entirely. Not even the loud, piercing shriek of one kid, Lee Minhyuk, as he squealed and darted away from his friend, Lee Changkyun, in one of the wildest games of tag the playground had ever seen, could tear you from your reverie. The subject of your fixation?
Kim Namjoon.
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Hahaha cute
Oblivious
Request: Hey! I absolutely love your Harry Potter Au’s!!! If your still cool with doing requests, would you please do one with Taehyung as like a really popular bad boy kinda quidditch player who has always had a crush on the reader but she’s super oblivious to it and then one day he just lowkey snaps at her not realising and sneaks into the common room to confess to her so she gets the message? Sorry if that’s too much or too confusing! Goodluck with your study and stuff btw ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Word count: 3,041
Genre: Fluff
“Win us the Cup, Taehyungie!” Hoseok yells as the team leaves the common room. He turns to you. “Aren’t you going to watch the game?”
“Why? You’ve enough house spirit for the both of us,” you reply.
“Y/n,” Hoseok whines. “Don’t you want to see the team? Taehyung is gonna kill it, I’m sure he’d appreciate the support.”
“That guy is the opposite of a good Hufflepuff,” you sniff, dipping your quill into the inkwell. “He’s so full of himself that there’s no room for anyone else. How can I cheer him on when he’s that smug?”
Hoseok rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Y/n, you know I love you, but sometimes you can be so clueless.”
“Huh? Did you say something?”
“Y/n~” he tugs at your arm. “Let’s go watch the game. If you’re there I’ll bet you anything that Hufflepuff wins.”
“What makes you think that?”
Hoseok winks. “You’ll see. Pretty please?” he bats his lashes comically and you can’t help but laugh.
“Alright, just because I love you.”
“I love you too, bestie.”
You rise and follow him, putting your letters aside. Even before you near the pitch you can hear the roar of the students, and one chant in particular stands out:
“Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung! Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung!”
You sigh. Hufflepuff was usually last place to win the Quidditch Cup, but ever since Taehyung became Chaser and then captain in fifth year, the team’s been winning game after game. Which is great, of course, and you’re glad for all your friends and housemates. But Kim Taehyung has always frustrated you: he doesn’t just like winning, he loves it, and not just in quidditch. You know of more than a few stories of his romantic escapades: Just last week you heard some students gossiping about him and that fifth year Slytherin, Jeon Jungkook. The week before that, it was Mina, the Gryffindor. And the week before that… well, you could go on. You’re not usually one to listen to baseless rumors, but Taehyung has never tried to deny them and he’s just so frustrating…
You’d never say anything, of course. You’ve always prided yourself on being a good Hufflepuff: if the stereotype is to be kind, why wouldn’t you adhere to it?
You make your way up to the stands, easily spotting your best friend: Hoseok is decked out in all yellow and combined with his blinding smile he really looks brighter than the sun.
“You came!”
“I said I would,” you remind him.
“Brilliant, we’re sure to win now,” Hoseok says, scanning the pitch.
“Why do you keep saying that?”
“You’ll see.”
The players file onto the pitch, bright yellow and red robes flapping in the breeze.
“So we’re playing Gryffindor?” you shout over the cheering crowds.
“Yeah, and if we win this we’re first in the running for the Quidditch Cup,” Hoseok yells in reply.
You zero in on Taehyung. Of course he’s clutching a sleek broom, and when he waves at the stands the Hufflepuffs roar in approval.
You see his eyes sweep the stands, and when his gaze lands on you– surely you’re mistaken– he… grins?
“Why’s he looking at me?” you ask Hoseok. “Or am I going crazy?”
“Just watch the game, y/n.”
At the referee’s whistle, the teams mount their brooms and soar into the air.
“And they’re off,” you recognize the voice of Min Yoongi, one of your Slytherin friends.
“Yoongi is commentating?” you ask, tearing your gaze from the pitch. “Who in their right mind made that call?”
“What do you mean?”
You raise an eyebrow at Hoseok. “Have you ever talked to Yoongi?”
“Not really.”
You grin. “This’ll be fun.”
“Hufflepuff beater Kim Seokjin blocks Gryffindor chaser Kim Namjoon, letting captain Kim Taehyung take control of the quaffle, not that Seokjin has to do anything but blow a kiss to keep Namjoon from moving.”
Beside you, Hoseok laughs at Yoongi’s narration. Your eyes, though, are trained on Taehyung– he’s leaning forward to pour on speed as he weaves in and out of the Gryffindor chasers and beaters, effortlessly avoiding collisions while clutching the quaffle under his arm. You unconsciously lean forward as the Hufflepuffs take up the chant once more: “Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung! Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung!”
Taehyung feints to one side and dives to the other as the Gryffindor keeper reaches for the quaffle, missing by mere inches as it sails through the middle hoop.
You join your friends in cheering, but the game doesn’t slow down: the points and plays and fouls are constant and fast-paced. Occasionally Taehyung takes a break to flash a box-shaped grin at the Huffepuffs, and you’re sure once you caught him looking at you.
Within half an hour the game is over: Gryffindor catches the snitch, but Hufflepuff scores enough points that even losing the snitch wins Hufflepuff the game. Taehyung scores most of the points, and you grudgingly have to acknowledge that he isn’t all talk.
As soon as the game is over, rather than land with the rest of the team Taehyung directs his broom and flies right up to the commentator’s box amid gasps and murmurs of shock.
“What’s he doing?” you hiss.
“Dunno,” Hoseok replies. “Talking to the Slytherin, looks like– what?” After exchanging words Yoongi hands his microphone to Taehyung, who holds it triumphantly.
“Hey everyone! I don’t want to take too much of your time. First, congratulations to the Gryffindors for a great game!”
And back to the snobby Taehyung you know and dislike.
“Secondly, I want to dedicate this win, and all of my wins, to the most amazing girl I know.”
The crowd ripples with scandalized oohs, and you roll your eyes. He’s so desperate for attention that he’s willing to pull this type of spectacle?
“Y/n l/n, this is for you!”
…
Y/n.exe has stopped working. At least that’s what it feels like when as one, everyone in the stands swivels to look at you.
“Wow, that’s definitely flashier than I thought…” you hear Hoseok murmur beside you. Already you can here whispers of gossip, with your name scattered here and there. It’s your worst nightmare– everyone is looking at you, they probably think you’re enjoying it, that you’re selfish enough to enjoy the spotlight…
“I’ll see you back in the common room, Hobi,” you manage, running out of the crowd and across the lawn so fast you may as well have Apparated.
You burst into the common room, panting, your mind still racing.
“So, what did you think?”
You practically jump out of your skin. “Merlin!” Taehyung chuckles, sat in the big armchair near the fireplace, still shiny with sweat. “Nope, just me.”
“How did you get here?”
“I flew. I have the new Supernova 4000, dunno if you’ve heard of it?”
The fastest racing broom on the market? Yeah, you’ve heard of it. “Why did you do that?”
Taehyung shrugs. “I like you.”
“Like you’ve liked every other person you’ve been with?” you gnash your teeth. “I’m not some toy, Taehyung. I’m a real person with real feelings, and I’m not interested in players.”
Taehyung laughs. “So it’s because I’m a player? That’s what you’ve heard?”
“That, and I don’t see how someone like you would actually have feelings for me.” There, that’s the kindest way of putting it. “Taehyung, you don’t like me, you just like the show.”
“But I do like you,” Taehyung says earnestly. “I like you so much, I wanted to tell the whole school.”
“Look, Taehyung, I don’t know if you did this on a dare or what, but it’s fine,” you tell him. “We can put this behind us and I’ll forget it ever happened.”
“But–” Taehyung clucks his tongue in exasperation. “I do like you, y/n, what can I do to convince you?”
“Kim Taehyung, this joke is going too far,” you reply indignantly. You’ve reached the end of your patience; what more does he want from you?
“I’m going to get back to my letters now,” you tell him. “Why don’t you practice on your Supernova? Better yet, find some girl– or guy– who buys your confessions, because I don’t.”
Taehyung visibly wilts, but a cocky smile stays glued on his face. “Maybe I will, because it looks like I’m getting nowhere fast.”
“Did you expect anything different?” “Nah, you’re stubborn.” Taehyung winks. “It’s one of the things I like about you.”
“You– ugh!” you throw your hands in the air and stride back to your table in the corner, settling yourself down with a huff.
After a few minutes of silence, Taehyung gets up and makes for the doorway. Wait, so that’s it?
“Where are you going?” you blurt out.
He glances at you over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go seduce some hapless Ravenclaw, since I’m such a player.”
“Well… good,” you reply hesitantly. You’re not surprised, are you? “Have fun. Consent is key.”
Taehyung scoffs and then he’s gone. A few seconds later, Hoseok pops in.
“Hey! How’d it go?”
“What do you mean– wait, you knew about this?”
Hobi shrugs. “The only person that didn’t know how crazy Taehyung is about you was you, y/n.”
“Is everyone in this school insane?” you stand and begin pacing. “We’re exact opposites. He’s in a new relationship every other day, and he’s so dramatic and self-centered and I’m…” you search for the term. “I’ve tried so hard to embody the perfect Hufflepuff. Falling for Taehyung– falling for empty words– goes against everything I want to be.”
Hoseok is quiet for a moment. “What does being a Hufflepuff mean to you?”
“J-just being nice!” you sputter. “Hufflepuffs are kind, and patient, and loyal and protective. I don’t hurt anyone’s feelings, Hoseok, but the way Taehyung is acting means he could. What if I did like him?” you’re arguing a point, you’re sure, you just don’t know what point yet.
“If I liked him and we started dating and he dumped me for the next thing with lips, that would hurt me!”
“So… do you like him?”
You roll your eyes and pick up your quill, settling back at the table. You’re determined to finish your letters by tonight.
“Y/n, you didn’t answer,” Hoseok sings.
“Questions like that don’t deserve answers,” you sigh, and Hoseok gasps in mock anguish.
“Is this what a proper Hufflepuff would do?”
You rub your temples before turning towards your friend with a sweet smile. “No, Hobi, I feel absolutely nothing for Kim Taehyung.”
Hobi eyes you for a moment. “Nice. Now tell me the truth.” He laughs and pokes your arm with his wand. “You’re a terrible liar, y/n.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Uh-huh,” Hoseok says, unimpressed. “Work on your letters, yeah? I’m gonna head to the library, Seokjin’s helping me with my essay.”
“Ah, okay. I’ll see you at dinner.”
Alone in the common room, you shake your head to clear your thoughts. Of course Taehyung doesn’t like you– he’s just a drama queen, and he’s distracting you from your work.
Two hours later, you’ve finished letters to your parents, siblings, and all your friends outside of Hogwarts– you have pen pals from Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny, and Durmstrang. Keeping up with them all is difficult yet rewarding, so that by dinnertime you’re starving but happy.
“Have I mentioned that I love weekends?” Hoseok says as you settle in the Great Hall. “So flexible.”
You smile brightly. “I totally agree, but I love our classes as well.”
“Even Potions?”
You smirk. “Sure, I’m one of the non-Slytherins that Professor Snape actually tolerates.”
Hoseok laughs. “Well, you’re not wrong.”
He’s about to say something else when his eyes catch something behind you. “Kim Taehyung at eleven o’ clock.”
You swivel around in time to see Taehyung swagger in, trailed by two smitten Ravenclaws. Of course.
“How does he do that?” Hoseok wonders aloud. “Do you think he could teach me?”
“Who knows?” you say, turning back and biting with more ferocity than you intended into a piece of bread. “But at least he got over his imaginary crush quick.”
Hoseok sighs. “Y’know, I think you’ve got it wr– what the heck?”
You raise your eyes at your friend’s exclamation and your jaw drops. There’s a shoe in your quinoa. Inside the shoe is a foot and attached to the foot is a person and that person is– yep. Kim Taehyung is standing in your dinner.
“What are you doing?” you hiss. “Taehyung, get down!”
He ignores you, instead knocking his wand on the glass in his hand to quiet the room. The glass promptly turns into a small armadillo and scuttles away.
“Let it be known,” he announces loudly, as dignified as one can be with quinoa in their sock, “that I like y/n l/n.” he looks down at you. “Y/n, will you go out with me?”
You sigh in exasperation as some Gryffindors hoot and whistle. This joke is going a bit far.
“You know, I’ve suddenly lost my appetite,” you tell Hoseok, rising from the table. “I’m just gonna go to bed.”
“Er… alright,” Hoseok says, glancing upwards at Taehyung, who’s still on the table and wearing a hopeful expression. You pointedly ignore him– he’s caused you so much embarrassment, and all for some stupid prank. You stride out of the Great Hall amid laughs and whispers and descend into the Hufflepuff common room. As usual it’s deserted and you sink into a cushy armchair, feeling about fifty years older. What is he thinking?
You take several deep breaths in order to relax, each time noticing a comforting cinnamon scent. Since when has Professor Sprout added scents to the furniture?
“Hey.”
“Ah!” you jump at the disturbance, pressing your lips together when you notice the familiar head of hair belonging to Hufflepuff’s star quidditch player. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets.
“Taehyung,” you breathe. “What do you need?”
He opens his mouth as though to speak before changing his mind.
“You. I need you, y/n,” he says eventually, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve tried everything, and if this doesn’t work I’m really going to give up.”
“Wh-what?”
Taehyung plops down on the chair across from you. “I’ve liked you– loved you, really– since fourth year.”
“I appreciate you trying to make this more believable, but–“
Taehyung curses. “It’s not a lie. Why can’t you understand?”
“You hook up with a different student every other week, Taehyung,” you reply, your cheeks burning at his confession. “You don’t actually like me–“
He surprises you by suddenly rising and striding across the room to grip both of your hands in his, his gaze boring into you.
“Have you ever talked to any of those students?”
“J-Jungkook,” you stammer. “He said that you two were flirting and I know you spent the night in the Slytherin dormitory.
Taehyung snorts and sits back. “Yeah, because Kook was freaking out about a Herbology exam and I pulled an all-nighter to help him study.”
“What?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Y/n, I swear on my life that I’ve never so much as kissed anyone.”
“B-but you’re so cocky–“
“Does that make me a bad person?” Taehyung chuckles. “Come on, y/n, do you really hate me for it?”
“Well, no. I don’t hate anyone,” you tell him. “But standing on the table like you did was crazy.”
“Yeah, Sprout gave me a week’s detention for it,” Taehyung says with a shrug.
“Why did you do it?”
“Y/n, I’ve been flirting shamelessly with you since fourth year, and Hoseok told me yesterday that you still didn’t have a clue, so I went big. Then you don’t believe me after the quidditch game. I’m really at the end of my rope here, so I’m just gonna say one thing and leave.” He looks deep into your eyes. “You are the snarkiest, kindest, most thoughtful, most oblivious, funniest person I have ever met, and I love you for it. Call me a player; say whatever you want but just… tell me if I have a chance.” He stands up and paces, just like you do when there’s too much on your mind.
“If you know that there’s no hope, no way that you could ever like a guy like me…” he takes a deep breath and nods. “Yeah, obviously that’s fine, and I swear I won’t bother you again.”
You open and close your mouth silently as the realization crashes into like a tsunami.
“It… wait, you– what?”
Taehyung counts on his fingers. “The game. Afterwards. And then dinner. Everything I said was true.” He laughs. “I can’t begin to tell you how frustrating it was to try to confess– I didn’t figure you might not believe me.”
“Well, how could I?” you cry. “Why would you actually like me when you’re so out of my league?”
“I’m out of your league?” Taehyung asks, bewildered. “Are you kidding? You’re out of my league, and that’s an understatement. Still,” he puts a hand on your knee and the contact makes your heart skip a beat. “I think this is worth it. Do you?”
And your heart is thumping, thumping so loudly it drowns out all common sense so that you feel no hesitation whatsoever when you nod at him, and Taehyung’s entire face lights up and he laughs, a bright, euphoric laugh that loosens every bit of tension you’ve been holding. It’s a laugh that’s acceptant of all your imperfections, a laugh that makes you stumble forward and wrap your arms around him.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, his lips barely brushing your ear. “I didn’t mean to pressure you, you’re just so damn oblivious–”
You lean back enough to look him in the eye. “Oh, sure, I may have oblivious but any more stunts like that and I’ll find someone else to be oblivious about.”
Taehyung raises his hands in surrender. “Yes, ma’am. No more stunts.”
“So…” you fidget, knotting your fingers together. “What now?”
He laughs. “Want to come down to the quidditch pitch with me before it gets dark? You can try flying on the Supernova and y/n, I swear to you it’s the most incredible feeling–”
You smile, taking his offered hand and standing. This… this feels right.
A/N: Hiya! Thanks for reading. I really enjoyed this prompt, and while I think I modified it a bit I hope I still did it justice. My inbox is always open, and feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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what made us feel human
pairing: reader x kim seokjin
genre: fluff/romance/humour
word count: 2,328
prompt: 14. I came up to your apartment to ask you to turn down your music and have quieter sex, but it turns out that you’ve just been jumping up and down on your bed in your underwear listening to music alone AU
All the attempts to ignore the noise go to waste—the bangs still rudely pulsate in your skull. The floor beneath your crossed legs vibrates to the rhythm of your neighbour’s hectic life.
This is it. This is fucking it.
You’re not usually the type to curse, especially with your legs in a lotus pose; and you’re not the type of person to confront people about your indignation, but this is it. How many times the thumps of music rippled through your bubble of serenity? That’s right, countless of times. And how many times your ears have witnessed the thuds and squeaks of a bed on the other side of your wall? Unimaginable number of times. And all that at 9:30 pm? Outrageous!
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a turning point
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Genre: fluff?
Words: 1,7k
Warnings: swearing
Prompt: 21 “You’re stuck with me, like it or not." requests
a/n: this is kind of enemies to lovers, but i guess more like friends that hide their feelings behind sarcasm to possibly future lovers
You watched the last balloon inflate until it was big enough and matched the others, and then you secured it. It flew up and clung to the ceiling amongst the others of its kind.
The uplifting tune of soft music was floating in the air, filling the whole apartment as you stared up, evaluating your completed task.
Beyond any doubt, it looked perfect. Silver, sky blue and snow white balloons hung from the ceiling like a bunch of ripe grapes. Beautiful words—congratulating and complimenting—were scribbled onto them, helping to create the mood for the upcoming party.
Satisfied, you spun around, and swung to the music.
You couldn’t possibly miss the distasteful sound that bubbled up from Seokjin’s throat. He was snickering as if seeing the most ridiculous thing in the world.
‘What? Never done a good job and did a little happy dance in celebration?’ You shot a glance down at the silver ribbons next to his crossed legs on the floor, and from the mess he’d created you deduced that, ‘Probably not.’
He waved you off, choosing to ignore your sardonic remark. He jerked his head upwards with a bored expression, trying to draw your attention to the ceiling. ‘Take a closer look.’
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a timely malfunction
pairing: taehyung x reader (gender neutral)
genre/au: fluff, time travel, friends to lovers
words: 2,9k
prompt: 17 “What? No, I never said that.” requests
As your little brother would most likely say—this is hella awkward. And, quite frankly, out of all the expressions in this wide world this one fits the situation the best. The air that hangs heavily above the tiny round table holds a palpable tension between you and Taehyung. The short glances that are exchanged between you two are full of unspoken spitefulness and accusations, mostly from your side.
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silly kitty | seokjin
↼pairing: seokjin x reader ↼genre: hybrid au, fluff, if u squint there’s a tiny bit of angst ↼words: 21.7k+ ↼warnings: this is 21.7k of pure fluff god is dead and we killed him ↼notes: I started out following the request and then it just got out of hand, I couldn’t stop myself oml this fic has been haunting me for WEEKS. also i deviated a lil from the request im sorry i love u I hope it doesn’t disappoint!!!!
⇢ request:
just lots and lots of fluff I guess?? I love Jin so much but I don’t see a lot of love for him. Oh! Maybe something along those lines?… How about… desperate hybrid jin, stuck on the streets, who starts following the first person who shows him affection and them just not knowing what to do, doesn’t know the first thing about having to take care of more than just themselves? - jin anon
↼posted; 12.11.2017
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Can you be bias wrecked by fanfiction???????????@?!
;dimple (m)
pairing—kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings—smut, comedy, slight angst/drama, romance, slow burn, roommates/friends words— 14,725
summary— What’s the rule again? How many dates does it take for you have sex with a guy? Three? Five? Ten?! What if all this waiting and you can’t remember how to do it? It’s been so long since the last time you swear you’ve forgotten! You’re desperate, and that’s how you end up asking your roommate for help. Only trouble is, you get much more than you bargained for…
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;boy.girl (m)
pairing— min yoongi x reader genre/warnings— smut, slight angst, romance, friends with benefits au, roommate! yoongi words— 14,139
summary— Boy. Girl. It’s as simple as that. Girl can’t get a good date—scrap that—girl can’t get a good lay, and boy is willing to help out with that… Friends with benefits seems the perfect solution, except for the fact, it’s not. It never is. Not when boy already has feelings for girl…
Listen to— boy | offonoff
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I stopped in the middle of reading to look up what to do when a baby is choking
not only did I get a good read but now I know how to save the babies
T&S
Reader x Jungkook // 6020 words
Summary: Toddlers have always hated Jungkook and Jungkook have always hated toddlers
+ “Jungkook… what the hell happened here? And why’s there spaghetti on the ceiling?”
Genre: Fluff
A/N: swear this was just supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away. based on a lil story my lecturer told that one time (’:
“Well, we could just meet up at the library later?”
“I uh… I can’t,” You mumble, fidgeting in your spot because you’ve had a conversation just like this every week now.
“Y/N, we have to start the project today. He wants it in by tomorrow night.”
“I know, I know,” You sigh. “I’m sorry it’s just, I have to babysit my sister tonight… I’ll just work on it and then send it to you in the morning for you to compile and edit?”
“What? I’m not going to let you work on it alone,” He frowns. “I can just meet you at your place…”
“A-are you sure?” You ask and your eyes light up with hope. “I live about 20 minutes off campus by car…” You mumble.
“Oh…”
“Yeah, that’s what my last partner said too,” You laugh. “Really, Jungkook I can just do the wo—”
“Just text me the address. I’ll find my way there,” He smiles, cutting your sentence short.
“You don’t have to—”
“I have a class in 10 so I have to go… but text me your address okay?”
He doesn’t even wait to hear your reply, rushing out of the classroom before you could answer him.
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pairing— jeon jungkook x reader genre/warnings— crack, halloween costumes gone wrong, smUT, FLUFF SOMEHOW IDEK ANYMORE words— 6,406
Hooking up with the guy you’re neutral towards isn’t how you expected your night to go, especially dressed as a pumpkin…
— author’s note: lowkey am questioning myself after this one… but thank you @keehyung for giving me the idea—although I warped it so much haha. For reference, Jungkook is wearing this…hot, right?
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Ooof this series was fricken good
instant gratification (m)
fuccboii jk x cheerleader! reader ft sex in an instant photobooth
7k, smut
WARNING: this is just pure smut no plot whatsoever lmao and it’s filthy as hell read at ur own risk
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11.57am [Jeon Jeongguk]: Quad. Now.
The brevity of his text should annoy you, but it only ignites a desire that burns insistently till it’s quenched. With your screen brightness turned down this low, it should be hard for anyone but you to decipher the words on your screen, but you still jump in surprise and guilt when your roommate, Sejong taps you on the shoulder.
“Hey, don’t forget practice is at 12.30pm today, don’t be late!! Coach already seemed near the end of her rope the last time and the team sure as hell doesn’t need her cracking down any harder. Got it?” Sejong might be your dearest roommate, but as captain of the cheer team she definitely takes her duties very seriously.
Swallowing back nervous laughter, you attempt to flash her an easy smile. “Yes, I promise I’ll be there on time!! It won’t happen anymore, I swear.”
You quickly stash away your phone in your bag and finish adjusting your knee socks before standing and bidding her a hasty goodbye.
“Wait, you’re leaving now? There’s still like half an hour before we start!” Sejong narrows her eyes at you just as your hand lands upon the door handle. Even facing away from her you can feel her scrutinising gaze on your back, and your urgency to leave the room increases.
“Uhh… yeah, you said my splits needed some work last time right? I think I’m gonna go in early and get some practice in.” To your own ears your excuse sounds flimsy and coupled with the slight tremor in your voice, you’re almost definitely sure that Sejong will call you out.
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magic in your fingertips | jjk
• summary: growing up with jeon jungkook at hogwarts includes many things: awkward first impressions, potion spills, invigorating quidditch matches. but most of all, it means you never, ever get to be top of the class, and you will never forgive him for it. (hogwarts au/childhood rivals to lovers au)
• genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst
• word count: 9.0k
→ note: there are two things i love most in this world: jeon jungkook and harry potter. this is the result. features quidditch player!jungkook and best friends!tae and jimin. enjoy!!
[year one]
You are eleven years old when Jeon Jungkook begins to thoroughly ruin your pitiful, magical little life.
Hogwarts is something akin to a home to you already, and it’s only been a single day since the whimsical, ancient castle walls have claimed you as one of their own. The moment that a dusty, talking wizard’s hat sat atop your head and deemed you a member of your beloved house only occurred twenty four hours ago as well, but it feels as though it’s been centuries, as if you’ve always belonged to this beautiful school full of wizardry. You can still hear Professor Dumbledore’s words echoing in the back of your mind, bidding you all goodnight and wishing you a happy school year.
And here you are now, bright-eyed and giddy, in your final class of the very first day: Potions. You’re seated towards the very front of the classroom, quill and parchment out for your newest teacher to see that you are going to take their class seriously. It’s more than a bit strange to you that wizards and witches use quills—long, feathered instruments that you were to dip into ink—instead of pens like you’d previously done in your Muggle school, but, nonetheless, you are determined to make this school year your own and learn everything you possibly can. Even as other first years nervously bounce their legs beneath their desks and glance at the daunting professor slamming the front door open, there is nothing in your young mind that can stand in the way between you and a fantastic first impression.
The Potions professor is a tall man with long, charcoal-colored hair and a hooked nose, and he begins the lesson in one of the most startling manners you’ve ever experienced: by instantly demanding you all open your textbooks to page 126, select a partner, and begin making a hiccupping potion. With no roll call and no wonderful display of magic surging forth from his wand, he does absolutely nothing your previous professors have done to ease you into the way they conduct their class. Only these instructions are muttered from his monotonous voice, and the rest of the first-years immediately shoot up from their seats and scramble around to search for a seemingly intelligent partner.
You are still sitting in the front, mouth hanging open at the professor’s completely inappropriate introduction, when someone taps your shoulder. Spinning around in your seat, you wind up face-to-face with a boy who has the largest brown doe eyes you’ve ever seen.
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Orectic (M)
Orectic (adj) - ‘of or concerning desire or appetite’
Pairing: Hoseok x hybrid!reader
Warnings: Gratuitous, tooth-rotting fluff. Smut; kissing, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected penetrative sex, ?breeding kink if you squint hard enough.
Word count: 21K
Thank you @yminie for my beautiful moodboard!
“It’ll just be for the week, and it isn’t like you guys haven’t spent any time together by yourselves before!”
It’d seemed like a harmless enough request when Jung Hoseok’s sister had first called him to request he come play sitter for the week; an opportunity to make some quick, easy cash during the winter months when attendance to the dance classes he taught inevitably started to wane.
“C’mon, it’ll be fine!”
Sitting was probably the wrong word for it, anyway. You weren’t so much a pet; his elder sibling had always been very firm on that matter from the very second she’d first brought you home. You were a companion, a confidant - a best friend who just so happened to be blessed with pointed feline ears, a sleek, silken tail, and a propensity for jumping three foot in the air whenever you turn around to find a well-placed snake-come-cucumber that Hobi may or may not have planted there a few minutes earlier.
Yes, you may have a complete and utter dependence on your guardian to keep a roof over your head and food on the table, but that’s not your fault. And it’s not as though his sister is wrong; the two of you do get on.
Well… at least these days you do.
When the two of you had first met over a year ago you’d been incredibly wary of him, to begin with; almost to the point where you’d visibly flinch whenever he dare address you or if he ever sat just that little bit too close. Your history hadn’t been disclosed by the shelter when his sister had offered you a home, but it didn’t take a genius to take a guess as to why you might be so nervous at having an unfamiliar male in your home.
While the practice has recently been made illegal, sexual exploitation remains a grotesque and unfortunate reality for all too many hybrids since they were created less than half a century ago, and it’s something you’ve remained resolutely silent about regardless of the gentle questioning Hoseok’s sister has put you through. It breaks his heart to think that that might’ve been something that you’d had to face in the past, but if it was something you’d been subjected to, you sure as hell don’t seem about to admit it.
So, without a legitimate excuse with which to refuse his sister’s pleading request, Hobi finds himself agreeing to keep you company for the coming week ahead. It’s been a while since you’ve seen each other so he knows you’ll probably take a little while to warm up to him again, but that’s ok; he’s always been the patient sort. There’s always the catnip he’s stashed in the bottom of his overnight bag, too, should the situation ever be so dire that it’s needed.
The journey to his sister’s place doesn’t take too long - half an hour, give or take - and along the way Hobi isn’t ignorant to the lift in his mood with every mile that passes. He’ll never say it out loud, but ever since his old housemate Yoongi moved out (a convenience thing, rather than any ill-feeling between the two of them) the apartment has felt far too quiet. It’ll be nice to have someone to spend some time with; something to break up the monotony of his ever-present thoughts.
Index finger pressed firmly against your doorbell, Hobi’s narrow hips swing from side to side at the tinny salsa tune he hears coming from the other side of the door to signal his arrival. There’s a bright smile on his face by the time his sister answers, and when he opens up his arms to her, pulling her into a tight hug, her answering smile is just as wide.
“Jiwoooooo!” he gushes as the familiar scent of her hair floods into his nostrils. She smells safe - she smells like home - and Hobi finds himself lamenting it having been so long since the last time he came around. There’s really no excuse; not when she only lives over the other side of town. “Still just as pretty, I see,” he admires as he pulls away, patting her cheek, and as she grins back he bends to pick up the overnight bag he’d rested down by his feet, stepping over the threshold.
“Ever the charmer, ‘Seok,” she replies with a fond roll of her eyes, pushing the front door closed behind him, “How’s that working out for you? Lured any poor, unsuspecting women into your clutches lately?”
“Not since Soo-In, I’m afraid.” Hobi laughs gleefully at the expression of disgust that contorts his sister’s features at the mention of the night he’d managed to successfully seduce one of her friends - much to her horror at the time. “I must’ve lost my edge.”
Secretly, he’s worried that he might have. He hasn’t slept with anyone at all since then, and six months is starting to feel like an awfully long time…
“We can but hope,” she snarks, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised as she snatches Hobi’s bag right out from his hand and deposits it at the bottom of the stairs before sweeping past him and into the living room. She grabs a jacket hung on the back of one of her soft, crushed velvet armchairs (Hobi’s always thought they’re hideous, but then who is he to talk about good taste?) as she goes and promptly folds it into away her own suitcase, unzipped and hanging open upon her coffee table.
“So, New York, huh? You excited?” He watches her pack, stowing away all the last few essentials she’ll need for the trip she’s barely stopped talking about since she found out she was going just a short few weeks ago. Folding his arms, he notes the time on his watch; she needs to leave soon, or she’ll be late for her flight. Typical Jiwoo, always cutting it fine.
“You have no idea,” she grins maniacally, pausing with her case half zipped up, one sleeve of something hanging out the side, “People are actually gonna see my designs, Hobi. Finally! Important people!”
“So I hear,” he smiles back, and underneath his crossed arms he feels his chest swell with emotion, “Proud of you, sis.”
“I know.” She stuffs the sleeve back in and hurriedly seals the case the rest of the way, patting it firmly once it’s done. “Maybe when I’m a famous fashionista you might actually listen to some of my tips. God knows you need them.”
This time it’s Hobi’s turn to fondly roll his eyes.
“Anyway, the fridge and freezer are fully stocked, all you gotta do is get stuff out in the morning to defrost and try to make it through the week without giving yourself food poisoning.” She hauls her case off of the table with a groan and it thuds heavily on the hardwood floor as she sets it down. He dreads to think how much she’s paid for the extra luggage allowance… “There’s plenty of fish, plenty of lacto-free milk - but you don’t need to worry about that.”
Nodding, Hobi unfolds his arms and takes a glance around the room at the mention of your rather specific dietary needs. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s not noticed you when entering a room; sometimes you sit so silent and still that it’s almost as though you’re not really there until you chose to reveal yourself. He swears you do it on purpose, actually, just to watch him jump and shriek when you suddenly appear, an amused little smile tugging at your lips as he clutches his chest in fear.
“Speaking of; where is my ward?”
“Kitchen,” she replies shortly, exhaling a sigh, “She’s busy doing that whole ‘cold shoulder’ thing she always does whenever she knows I’m going away.”
“Oh.” Taking a few steps forward, Hobi’s able to lean forward to peer round the door to the kitchen which stands slightly ajar, and through the gap he can just about make out your stiff form sat at the kitchen table, back straight and pen in hand.
“Ah, she’ll be fine,” his sister dismisses with a wave of her hand, and as her hand passes her face Hobi notices her eyes suddenly widen as she catches a glimpse at the time. “Hooo shit. Will you shove this in the car for me while I say bye? ThankyouIloveyou,” she gushes, thrusting her suitcase towards him, and like the obliging younger brother he is Hobi does as she asks, lugging her case out onto the drive and stowing it away in the ridiculously small trunk of her equally ridiculous car with an exaggerated groan.
By the time he finds his way back inside and into the kitchen, his sister’s whole torso is wrapped around you from behind, your face almost entirely obscured by the blanket of long, black hair that surrounds you.
“Gonna miss you,” he hears Jiwoo say, squeezing you in her grasp as Hobi watches you attempt to huff her hair out from your face in a series of heavy, exasperated exhales.
“You better,” comes your snarky reply, and after a moment more your pen is begrudgingly laid down and you’re squeezing his sister’s forearm as you quietly insist that she fly safely. When Jiwoo releases you, standing straight, Hobi’s is both surprised and oddly moved by the glassiness he sees in your eyes when they dart his way, your lips parting, embarrassed at being seen in such a way. He wishes that your spine didn’t stiffen again so suddenly on seeing him, or that your tail didn’t immediately increase in size where it hanging through the slats of the kitchen chair on which you sit, glossy fur standing up on end.
It’s only a temporary reaction - he knows that - but it still kinda hurts.
“Hey kitkat,” he smiles, raising one hand in a lame, gentle wave that you slowly return, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you nervously look him up and down with eyes that are just a tiny bit too large for your face. He’s been calling you by that nickname for almost as long as he’s known you, and though you’d initially bristled on hearing it, Hobi couldn’t help but notice over time that a light blush that had started to colour your cheeks whenever he’d say it; a sweet little glimpse at the softness that lays underneath your somewhat frosty exterior.
“Hello Hoseok,” you answer softly, and oh, Hobi had forgotten the way the hairs on the back of his neck always stand up whenever you say it that way. You’re the only person in his life who ever, ever addresses him by his full name, and if he’s honest with himself, he’d happily keep it that way if he could.
Neither of you says anything then, after that, and in the seconds that follow Hoseok’s sister looks back and forth between the two of you, curiously chewing her bottom lip“Well,” she announces to break the silence, walking from the space she’d occupied behind you to approach Hobi instead, her arms held open wide in invitation to a parting hug, “I’ll just leave you two chatterboxes to it, shall I?”
“Love you,” he mumbles into his sister’s hair, embracing her with all the strength he can muster. He may be the younger sibling, but he’s always been fiercely protective of his big sister, and he has a sneaking suspicion that no matter how old they get that’ll always remain the same. “Have fun, alright?”
“Oh you bet your ass I will,” Jiwoo grins as she extracts herself from his arms. She looks between Hobi and you, frowning slightly when she sees the way you’re shyly staring down at the crossword puzzle you’ve been working on for the majority of the morning rather than at her brother stood opposite, a pen in your hand and your pointed ears flicking anxiously this way and that. “You two will be ok, right?” she checks, and Hobi gives her his best, most reassuring smile.
“Course we will,” he enthuses, directing all the positivity he can muster your way and smiling even more broadly when you meekly return it, tail swishing gently behind you from side to side, “Right, kitkat?”
“Sure. Right.”
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sunny day ~ park jimin
pairing: hybrid!jimin x reader
rating: sfw
word count: 3.9k
summary: you’re a veterinary student specializing in hybrid care when you get a call in the middle of the night that a feral hybrid has broken into the clinic where you work.
part 01 02 03 04 05 epilogue
It was three twenty-six in the morning.
You stared at your bedside clock. The clock stared back. Mind fuzzy, you wondered why you were awake at the most ungodly hour of the night before your phone, next to the clock, stopped ringing.
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Carnival Rides (M)
→ Pairing: Seokjin x reader
→ Genre: Fluff, smut, summer carnival AU
→ Word Count: 11.4k
→ Summary: Working at your parents’ funnel cake stand during the summer sounds like a decent enough gig. But you didn’t quite plan for the exhausting heat or the cute gelato guy who would make it his mission to get you to like him. Warning: This ride will get you wet!
→ What to Expect: car sex, a little bit of public indecency (again), unprotected sex (wear condoms pls), and bad puns
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A Taste So Sweet (M)
→ Pairing: Hoseok x reader
→ Genre: Smut, fluff, bartender AU
→ Word Count: 9.6k
→ Summary: In an attempt to find a boyfriend, you agree to go on a series of blind dates that turn out to be hilariously disastrous. Striking up a friendship with the cute bartender is your only reprieve from the horrible dates, but after a while you realize maybe the one for you has been in front of you the entire time.
→ What to Expect: Smut, fluff, friends to lovers, dirty talk, edging, oral, rough sex, dom!Hoseok, bratty sub!reader, aftercare, lots of alcohol, and some really shitty blind dates.
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Tasty Tryst (M)
Summary: Selling preserves at the local farmers’ market has its distractions when your vendor booth is placed next to the one belonging to the young strawberry farmer who’s been sweet on you for years.
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Word Count: 9,643
Warning: StrawberryFarmer!Taehyung, foodplay, sexual themes, profanity
Series: Working Man Bangtan
A/N: Just in time for strawberry season.
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night drive | ksj
g e n r e: just pure, unadulterated fluff, friends to lovers!au. p a i r i n g: groomsman!seokjin x bridesmaid!reader w o r d s: 3k+ words. s u m m a r y: coming back from your best friends’ wedding, the last thing you’d ever expect is seokjin confessing his love for you. w a r n i n g s: it can cause cavities, but other than that, none. a / n: this is just 3k words but to me feels like they’ve been 6k and more, lol. Surprisingly, I kinda like the way it came out, so I’m pretty satisfied with it! I really hope you enjoy it, because I put all myself into it despite its shortness - well, it’s technically a long drabble.. but still. An huge, big, fat shout out to @kyut-tea for bearing with me and hyping me up so much these past days. She’s an angel and she deserves the world, truly. Go read her fics! <3
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lost & found | seokjin
↠ written for the kreativewritersnet au bingo! ↞
↼pairing: seokjin x reader ↼genre: selkie au,roommate au, fluff ? ↼words: 9.1k+ ↼notes: well this has been sitting unfinished in my documents for a shameful amount of time, but I finally got that last leg of inspiration I needed to finish it so!!! Here it is!!! It’s a bit of a mess tbh, but I hope you like it nonetheless (and sorry for another shitty ending!!) 💖💗💘💞
How were you supposed to know that beautiful sealskin coat you picked up on the beach belonged to none other than your friend Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man alive and the keeper of your heart?
↼posted; 28.11.2017
↼ masterlist | bingo masterlist | moodboard by @thelast-taco
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