Masterlist; Drabbles - Tumblr Posts

Here’s a compiled list of drabbles I got inspo to write by finding a random gif while scrolling through tumblr and thought ‘hey, this would be a cute concept!’ And thus these were born. Don’t get it twisted! These are NOT like one shots and should be considered unrelated to any of my other works or couples (unless specified otherwise) from my main masterlist — they’re short. Some barely over 500 words short, maybe a lil more if I feel so inclined or even less, but more than likely never over a 1,200 word count. So, if you don’t like long shots, then this is the place for you! Majority of these will be kept PG, but be sure to always read the rating and warnings regardless, just incase I decide to add a little ~spice~.

Coming Soon!

A Cut Above the Rest

Night Changes

Marriage Material

Beautiful Dreamer

Evermore

Safe and Sound

Coming Soon!

Coming Soon!

Kith

Glimpse of Us

Beautiful Dreamer

synopsis; in which you’re on your honeymoon, and though you should be enamored by the sights around you – you still believe that your husband is better.

pairing; husband!taehyung x wife!reader

genre; fluff, established relationship, marriage au, honeymoon au

rating; PG-13

warnings; a LOT of nuzzling

w/c; 979

a/n; he’s so dreamy.

He leans sideways against the tall, thick wooden railing, right arm folded over on top, hand tucked into his armpit. The other arm’s elbow dangles over the edge, his chin resting on it’s left hand as he gazes dreamily at the scenery in front of him.

You take up the same position next to him, albeit your dreamy gaze is zeroed in on him instead.

“What are you thinking about, husband?” Your voice is light and airy, not too loud, but not too soft either. He closes his eyes briefly to allow it to wash over him, only putting him in an even deeper state of tranquility.

He hums, a soft smile blooming over his features. He keeps his eyes closed, answering you with another question.

“What do you think I’m thinking about, wife?”

You scoot closer to him on the railing, and without hesitation, he lifts his left arm up to allow you to tuck yourself into his side. He nuzzles the top of your head, nose nestled in your hair, the lavender honey scent he’s come to know and love overtakes his senses for a moment. His arm wraps loosely around your waist, hand coming to lay on your stomach.

You take his left hand in yours, fingers playing with the thick, gold band of his wedding ring that you had the pleasure of putting there only but a few days ago when you said ‘I do’.

“Would it be selfish of me to say that I want you to be thinking of me?”

He chuckles, the vibration that exudes from his chest you can feel through your back as it lightly jostles you with its intensity.

You tilt your head to look back up at him, small frown adorning your lips that he gives a chaste peck too, the curve of your lips now threatening to curl at the act.

“What’s so funny, pray tell?” Your brow quirks up, which upside down, makes you look silly. He gives your nose a soft nuzzle, voice lilting with a teasing tone.

“The fact that you believe I would even be thinking of anything else but you, my love. That is funny.”

A loud mother duck, who has her hands full trying to get all her ducklings in line and back into the water off to the side of the wooden deck, is what breaks you two out of your lovesick haze.

Leaning back against Taehyung, you both watch as one by one, the ducklings plop haphazardly back into the water. Each one squawks momentarily in fear of their head being beneath the water for too long, before the mother duck nuzzles them back upright.

Taehyung now looks at you, your expression akin to something of both longing and fear. His fingers tap against your stomach, his voice caressing your outer earlobe that causes goosebumps to erupt onto your skin.

“What’s troubling you, sweetheart?”

As he rubs your stomach, you can’t help the anxiety that slowly begins to build within you, nerves on edge of the insecurity that passes through your lips. It has his heart clenching.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good mom?” He can feel the emotion you try your best to keep tucked within you, and kneeling down beside you, he gently turns you to face him, his head now perfectly aligned with your barely there baby bump.

His hands come up to cup your stomach gently, as if afraid the weight of his hands alone could harm the little life that’s growing day by day inside of you. Like he did with your nose earlier, he nuzzles your baby bump with his nose, before giving it a loving kiss and fixing his brown orbs back onto yours.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be an amazing mom.” His smile is boxy and wide, eyes shining with excitement. Your eyes begin to water, lip trembling.

“You’re going to be an amazing father, Tae.”

His eyes get glossy, and the setting sun on the horizon only makes his features glow even brighter. The baby pink shirt he wears makes you envision a little girl running around his kneeling figure, pulling and tugging on said shirt with little pleas of wanting to be held and loved by her daddy.

“She is going to love you, and have her wrapped around her little finger, mark my words.”

He lets out a watery chuckle, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of his hand, before standing back up. He places his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your sides as he tilts his head at you in wonder.

“Oh, really? You believe it’s gonna be a girl?”

You nod, confident in your gut feeling.

“Well, if she’s anything like you–,” he starts, stepping closer to you to place kisses on each part of your face, you giggling the whole time. And as he kisses each part, he names them off one by one. “–your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your dimples, your mouth.”

The lingering kiss he leaves you on your lips has you arching your back into him in order to get closer and deepen it. His hands slide up your body to caress each side of your neck as he stares into your eyes with nothing but love and promise.

His lips move, his words reaching the very depths of your soul to gently envelope and ease away any and all doubts or worries you might’ve had about being a mother.

“It’s not always easy growing a little life inside of you. The morning sickness. The hormones. The changes to your body. The sleeplessness. Yet, when it all gets too hard, just remember how powerful you really are. You are growing a life inside of you, and that is incredible. You are incredible.”

And, as always, he was right.

You do become an amazing mom.

GIRL YOU NEED TO DO SOMETHING WITH JUNGKOOK AND HIS VLIVE 👀

FLUFF AS FLUFFY AS HIS HAIR PLEASE

OH AND BAM

- 😮‍💨

ASK AND U SHALL RECEIVE (sometimes)

Hehe enjoy <3

TEASE (M)

gif credits to the wonderful @jung-koook (cause I couldn’t find it in the gifs search function lol)

synopsis; in which Jungkook can’t keep himself from flirting — both with ARMY and you.

pairing; idol!jungkook x girlfriend!reader ft. baby bam

genre; fluff, humor, smut, vlive au

rating; 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings; foul language, Jungkook being a highkey playboy while drinking beer, light smut in the form of touching (f. receiving) but nothing too explicit (that'll be in part two ;)), itty bitty exhibitionsim (or is it voyeurism? idk but one of those) heh, note this doesn't follow the entire live, just snippets.

w/c; 1,248

a/n; I’m not okay. 🙃

“Jungkook, if you don’t stop, you’re single handedly going to be the death of ARMY.”

Bam has his head resting over your outstretched legs as he sits on the floor next to the couch beside you, one hand of yours continuously stroking his head as you watch Jungkook flirt shamelessly with everyone on his vlive he’s currently filming – one in which the company has no idea he’s doing.

You’re positioned just off camera, yet still seated close enough next to him on the couch that you can easily kick his butt with your foot if needed.

“Watch the jewels!” He scolds lightly at you, rubbing his butt you just kicked. You snicker, until he reaches behind him to grab your foot and tickle it, making you squeal and squirm, kicking your foot at him that ARMY can see on camera.

“ARMY just said to leave me alone, y/n.”

“Tell him to stop tickling me then!” You say loud enough that they can hear you in the background.

“Okay, okay! I’ll stop.” He raises his hands in front of him to show he’s not lying. Another question rises. He answers.

“Did I get scolded by the company yet?” He waves his hand in the air passively. “Nah, I’ve had my years in the career.”

You shake your head at that, sometimes he can be so reckless. But you can’t be mad at him when it’s been so long since he’s personally interacted with fans. You could tell he was becoming more sullen as the days progressed. When he came up with the idea, part of you wanted to say no, though when it came down to it, you couldn’t. Not when he’s looked the happiest he’s been in a long time.

“They may have not, but the members did!” You say, nudging him with your big toe in his muscled, black sweats wearing thigh. He swats you away, still focused on the screen in front of him, but smirks at what you said.

“Y/N is right, they told me not to do another live while drinking, but here I am! Again.” His hand curls around the large mug handle that houses his beer.

“I’m a man who doesn’t give up!” He bows, like the true showman he is in front of the camera, then clinks the glass with the screen. “Hello, I’m Jungkook!”

He places the cold mug to his lips, a sly grin beginning to form that has you worried. His free hand that’s off screen begins to massage the foot he just ignored a few moments ago, you raise your brow at him, but he doesn’t see it.

“Do you want to get married?”

Your ears perk up at that, heart rate accelerating at the newfound topic. One that has yet to be discussed within the four years of you two dating. As if sensing your anxiety, Bam jumps up onto the couch to curl in between you and the couch.

Jungkook’s eyes soften as he gazes at you both, head turned away from the screen for a moment to watch how well you and Bam get along. It’s not till your eyes lock onto his, that he puckers his lips at you both. You blow him a kiss with your hand that’s not stroking Bam. He grins, focusing back onto the screen, ultimately dodging the question. Your heart rate returns back to normal when the moment passes.

“Don’t ignore us? That’s cute. So cute, it’s right up my alley.” He runs his fingers through his hair, lopsided grin on display. Unbeknownst to you, he pans the camera onto your oblivious figure, attention still plastered to your phone, but it's when Bam's ears perk that has your eyes flickering up in wonder.

"Just look at my cutie right here, isn't Bam so precious?" It takes all of five seconds for Bam to maneuver his way on the couch over to Jungkook who scoops him up in front of the camera for everyone to see. With the camera still panned onto you, you point at the dog dad and his son with a pout.

"See what I have to deal with? Bam is the one that gets all the love in this relationship, not me. I should just leave--," You sigh heavily, feigning being upset and pushing yourself up off the couch. Jungkook's oversize shirt perfectly ends at your knees due to your short stature, so you know no flashing will take place.

Jungkook attempts to grab the edge of hisyour shirt, and as you twirl away from him and out of view, he's the one pouting now.

"Baby, you know I love you, right?" He calls out to your retreating form as you make your way to the kitchen for a glass of water. Bam continues to lick his face all the while, nearly shoving his tongue down Jungkook's throat when he keeps trying to talk through Bam's love assault.

Two minutes then pass of complete silence.

That should've been your first warning.

"If I was your boyfriend, never let you go~"

Your body stiffens, arm outstretched halfway to pick up a glass off the drying rack, fingertips grazing the glass. Jungkook continues singing Justin Bieber.

"Keep you on my arm, girl~."

The singing gets closer, until you feel the warmth of his body as he slides up next to you using the smooth flooring to his advantage in his sock clad feet, one microphone in hand. An arm snakes it's way around your waist to pull you snug into his side, him nuzzling your neck for a moment before he finishes his rendition of the song.

Out of your peripheral, you see the laptop now faces the kitchen, upper half of your bodies in plain sight and the rest covered by the kitchen island planted in the middle of the kitchen. Bam has seemed to make himself busy by curling up in the warm spot on the couch that Jungkook was taking up previously.

He sways your bodies, a song you most definitely didn't expect to play reaching your ears, along with Jungkook's hot breath that's outlining the shell of your ear. You nearly stop breathing when he gets to the chorus, tattooed hand sneaking it's way down your side, bunching the edge of your shirt in it's scathing wake.

"Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot~"

His front now presses firmly against your back, entire body leaning against yours that allows you to feel every taught curve and crevice of his body that's hidden beneath his baggy clothing, including his already semi hard-on that presses into your lower back. His hand glides itself underneath your shirt to rub small circles on your stomach. Your breath does stop then.

"Jeon Jungkook." You warn him, quietly. He ignores you.

"At the body shop~"

Lower, dangerously lower.

"Doing something unholy~"

You have to bite your lip in order to prevent the whimper that wants to escape when two fingers press firmly against your clothed core. The devilish grin that appears on his face when you tilt your head back against his chest with your mouth slightly open to look at him with a look of need just makes him press harder, and you nearly keel onto the floor if it wasn't for his body weight alone keeping you pressed immobile against the cool marble countertop, the edge digging into your abdomen harshly.

This motherfucker knew what he was doing to you, and he didn't care.

What a tease.

Saw your requests were open and wanted to know if you could write something about Jimin? Kinda angsty (since that’s your fav) but if possible have a fluffy ending? Love your writing and so glad that you’re back! Thank you if you choose to do this!

Here you go, bestie <3 & thank you for taking my fav genre into consideration when requesting! xo

Safe and Sound

synopsis; in which the words ‘sleep’ and ‘rest’ don’t exist in your boyfriend’s vocabulary — so it’s up to you to enforce them, lovingly, of course.

pairing; idol!Jimin x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, comfort, idol au

rating; PG-13

warnings; angst in the form of jiminie overworking himself, and reader being worried so much, this was supposed to be a lil drabble over consoling Jimin but it ends up being more reader centered lmao oops 😬

w/c; 1,283

song to listen to; lift me up by rihanna

a/n; thank you for entrusting me with bringing your idea to life, I only hope I did it justice. <3

All you could hear was the sound of your breathing and the soles of your shoes as they hit the freshly mopped flooring of the HYBE training facility. The hallway was long, and the bright fluorescent lighting above you were the only thing keeping your still half asleep form even mildly awake. Well, that, and worry.

He still wasn’t back home.

The time on your phone read 3:31am, and showed no new notifications from your boyfriend. You reread the last string of text messages you sent him, which was hours ago, and technically yesterday.

Hey! Just a friendly reminder to stay hydrated!

Hope practice is going well, but don’t forget to take breaks when needed!

Baaaaaby, haven’t heard from you in awhile and you said you would be home around this time. Thinking of having a late night after all?

Jimin, I’m really starting to worry. Please, just let me know you’re okay at least?

Jimin?

I’m on my way.

Locking your phone, you push your feet to walk faster when you see the sign of the dance studio him and the boys usually use. Upon getting closer, you notice the light shining through the crack underneath the door, hear the muffled sounds of music coming from inside.

Your hand curls around the door handle, and you push down gently. You don’t know why, but you felt as if you should tread with caution upon entering. The door makes a slight ‘woosh’ sound as it glides swiftly across the sleek, hardwood flooring that’s now underneath your feet, and your body immediately shivers from the blast of cool air that hits your entire body due to the A/C being on full blast constantly within the practice rooms.

The first sight that greets you has your body deflating instantly with relief, only to be turned into slight panic when your boyfriend doesn’t respond to his name being called, his lithe figure leaning sideways against the full wall to wall mirrors, back towards you.

Your shoes squeak as you sprint ungracefully towards his unresponsive self. And you have to stop yourself from slamming into your panic stricken mirrored reflection by using the flat of your palms against the cool to the touch glass to stop your momentum. The force in which you stop makes the glass shake as your eyes finally land on his, that are only just now slowly opening from the vibration against his head your act caused.

In a bleary haze, his eyes adjust to the bright light first, watching your lips as they move fast – so fast in fact it makes a confused expression appear across his face. His ears pick up the faint music of the song he’s been rehearsing choreo all day for, but then ultimately zeroes in on the same word that’s been leaving your mouth for the past few seconds.

“Jimin, jimin, jimin—,”

It’s not until a warm hand encompasses his cheek, along with an equally as warm body smashing into his chest, your arm wrapping around his middle with a vice grip, your nails digging into the flesh of his back that has him letting out a slight grunt. When he straightens himself back up, his arms envelope your shaking form. Your breaths are short, fast, and he has to pull away from you in order to see the tears that threaten to spill over your waterline, pooling dangerously at the edge.

His big hands grip your face gently, brows pinched in worry at your distressed state. Due to his brain still waking up, he assumes only worst case scenarios as he asks.

“Y/N? Baby? What’s wrong? Why are you here? Did something bad happen? Are you okay? Are the boys—”

It’s ironic, really. How you initially came here to be the one comforting him and now he’s the one doing the comforting for you.

“You never came home.” Your voice floods with emotion that washes over him, creating a pool of guilt around him as his focus zeroes in on the large clock that overhangs above the doorway of the room.

You can see his face morph through stages of confusion, shock, sadness — and finally guilt as he looks at the clock, it being cemented further when he fishes his phone out of his back pocket and sees his phone blown up with countless notifications from you that he failed to read when he seemingly passed out while standing up.

That was a first for him.

His thumbs brush away the few tears that managed to fall, but he notices that your breathing has gradually returned to normal again the longer you stood there looking at him.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to worry you. I must’ve fallen asleep.”

“While standing up, Jimin?” Your hands grip at the sides of his shirt, and the warmth you feel emanating from his body soothes you, let’s you know that he’s real, that he’s there, that he’s safe.

“Yeah, I know. Not good. Definitely going to have a kink in my neck and shoulder for the next few days from that position. Maybe even worse than those times you made my arm fall asleep from you passing out on me!” He tries to ease the mood, the tension of the room with a joke. Even going so far as to give you one of his dazzling smiles that has his eyes squinting at you, a hesitant chuckle floating up from the depths of his chest.

You manage to crack a small smile, the edge of your lip curving reluctantly. No matter how upset, or how worried you are, he never fails to make things better, make things right.

And he wasn’t about to stop now. But as much as you’re relieved, you need to drop some tough love on him.

“Jimin, we’ve talked about this, love. You need to listen to your body and accept it’s limits when it comes to practicing. Especially when you are by yourself, cause you may have fallen asleep standing up today, but what if you were driving home after a long practice and fell asleep at the wheel?” You have to bite your bottom lip in order to stop it from quivering, you don’t think he sees it, but he does.

“You’re right, baby. As always.” He smiles lovingly at you, thumb now running over your bottom lip to stop you from biting a hole in your lip.

Your eyes flutter shut when he leans down to press a short, but meaningful kiss against your parted lips. Stretching up on your toes, you angle your head in a way to deepen the kiss, having to chase his lips when he departs to early for your liking. You can feel the smile on his lips as he reciprocates your affections ten fold, feel the rumble of his laugh with your hands that are pressed firmly on his chest.

Foreheads lightly pressed together, eyes still closed, and his nose nuzzling yours, he speaks softly.

“How did I get so lucky to have someone care so deeply for me?”

“Sometimes I feel like it’s a curse, to care so deeply.” You mumble out half serious, half joking, smile playing on your lips. “But for you? I would gladly bear it for the rest of my life.”

A shaky sigh exhaled against yours lips, your next breath being caught by his lips that press fervently against yours with so much passion you can feel it in your toes, in his touch, and it nearly leaves you breathless.

A string of words chant off his lips with each kiss he gives you, reaching to your soul.

“I love you, I love you, I love you—”

Evermore

synopsis; in which you can no longer ignore all the signs of your husband’s affair.

pairing; husband!kim taehyung x wife!reader

genre; angst, marriage au

rating; PG-13

warnings; infidelity, not so much a warning but mentions of Yeontan to help keep you sane yw

w/c; 889

a/n; happy angsty reading! pls keep sending more if you enjoyed! <3 this is a repost from my old account.

song to listen to; evermore by taylor swift ft. bon iver

It was currently November, though it all started in July, or so you think. Least, that’s when you first started noticing the signs. Who knows exactly how long this whole affair has been going on.

Gray November, I’ve been down since July.

Your whole body felt heavy due to all the bottled up anger, sadness, and despair you kept inside, selfishly trying to keep yourself alive amongst all the chaos and denial you dealt with daily.

It was the night before the 4th of July, you recall. You were supposed to meet up at the movies to watch the third installment of your shared all time favorite franchise. A movie that you booked tickets for together months in advance. Only to be left in the dark room all alone, the only light illuminated from the projector. Glancing down at your phone that emitted a soft glow, you let out a quiet sigh of discontent not wanting to disturb fellow movie goers around you.

From Husband:

Sorry y/n, won’t be able to make it. This meeting is going on for way longer than expected. I’ll see you at home later, don’t wait up for me, okay? Save me some popcorn, though! Can’t wait to hear all about it! Love you.

That should’ve been your first red flag.

Motion capture, put me in a bad light.

Not that he left you to watch the movie alone, but yes, that sucked. He’s done it before, though. When you know for a fact he was caught up in a meeting, or so you hoped, thinking back on it now.

No. No, it was a detail that no one would’ve picked up on besides you, and in fact, most people would just scoff at and say you were over reacting. He was probably in a rush to send that text, they would say. He didn’t have time. Yeah, okay. Sure, whatever. But you knew.

Especially since you made a pact not too long after you started dating that you would use your pet names instead of your actual names when addressing each other. Or, not so much a pact, but more so just an unspoken rule you developed out of a daily habitual use of said pet names. He literally hasn’t called you by your name in years.

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong.

It was engraved in you since you were a little girl to be the ever doting, ever loyal, ever loving, ever faithful wife. Whenever you so chose to be one. Lord knows you were never in a rush. In fact, it wasn’t until you hit your 5 year anniversary that he got down on one knee and popped the question. Yet, you were still surprised when it happened. Still not expecting it for another 5 years later, at the very least. But, Kim Taehyung had other plans it seems. Ever the hopeless romantic, you should’ve known. Him always being the one to talk about your future together, hinting at a wedding and a big family with a little dog. At least you were able to cross off two of those, you thought bitterly. Contrary to the gentle pats you were currently giving to the Teacup Pom, Yeontan.

As the months progressed, he became less subtle. The lipstick stains on his collar of a color that didn’t exist in your make up collection, the waft of perfume you would smell as he kissed your cheek upon coming home that you knew wasn’t yours. And yet, you were still in denial. Not willing to risk losing him, your heart suffered instead.

Writing letters, addressed to the fire.

The only solace you had, being to write out your aggression of the day onto a piece of paper that would then meet the kiss of fire you would ignite nightly in your fireplace and burn, each time hoping and praying for it to cleanse your head and heart along with it.

It never worked. And you always cried silent tears of misery so as not to wake your peacefully sleeping husband curled up with the Teacup Pom in the next room over who came back from yet another late night out.

You never thought you would end up here. Being that wife that would become the gossip of other fellow wives. Becoming the ever pining wife that would stand alone in the dark at two o’clock in the morning looking out the window and waiting for your husband to come home. Craving his words and his touch. Knowing you weren’t currently getting either of those. She was. Whoever she is. You had no clue.

And I was catching my breath. Staring out an open window….

You stared longingly at your husband who just pulled up in the driveway. Yeontan running around your feet in excitement upon recognizing the sound of his human’s car. As he went to step out of the car, an article of clothing fell out, one he was quick to recover and throw in the backseat. More importantly one that was very obviously, not yours. Looking around to see if he had been caught, he locked eyes with you in the window. His widening in guilt, yours crying unrelentless tears as you stared emotionlessly, arms crossed over your chest where your heart just broke for the last and final time.

Catching my death.