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☾ Taehyung|reader story

↳ genre: fluff and soft angst ↳ word count: 14.004 ↳ warnings: none ↳ a/n: fun fact. i wanted to finish writing this by Taehyung’s birthday… last year. so this has been a long time coming. i love this story very much, this is my favorite concept and i hope you enjoy. please, let me know what you think. oh, and there’s a little easter egg for those who read “under the spell”. happy new year!

⍣…your generation cracked a shell of something that was beyond one’s comprehension for thousands of years. What was made to be a matter of belief, religion and mysticism, took a form of the undeniable truth. Reincarnation. Yes, in your time, reincarnation was a scientifically proven fact…⍣

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☾ reincarnation au; soulmate au

Each generation had something that they thought was impossible at the beginning of their reign, yet later it sneaked into reality with such smoothness, the discovery was welcomed almost too nonchalantly to be fair. Some thought video phones were out of a fairytale, but decades later they found themselves using those daily, without a second thought or the initial feeling of novelty. That’s how progress worked, you thought. The most farsighted people would just stop wondering and fantasizing, deciding to bring unimaginable things to their tangibility instead. Sometimes, it was scary how quickly those miracles became nothing more than mundane accessories in people’s routine lives.

✎ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

✎ genre: kindergartenteacher!au, workingman!au, F L U F F, tiny bit of angst at the start :-( but this is literally 98% fluff; y/n and taehyung are like two little kids with little crushes on each other

✎ trigger warning(s): implications of getting an abortion!!  

✎ wordcount: 10.5k

✎ summary: y/n is a very single mom and taehyung is a very single kindergarten teacher. emma knows exactly what she needs to do.  

✎ note: okay LOOK before you get into reading, this isn’t technically a full fic! this is what happens when you cross a full fic and a baby drabble = this is a BABY FIC which explains why the word count is much smaller compared to the usual! (ps i will probably?? be writing more baby fics for characters such as garbageman!tae or.,,. oTher characters that i can’t think of right now lmao) i was originally going to leave kindergarten!tae as it was and i was just going to continue to write baby drabbles for him but i felt like he deserved a fic?? buT then i was conflicted because his original drabble literally already tells us the full story and i was like ok.,. what else is there to say.,,. sweats,,.. anyways this is what i ended up with! in case you were wondering, yES the original drabble is included in this fic since it’s a crucial part of the story and it would have been a waste to not use it but if you don’t want to read that you’re welcome to just skiP on over to the end lol. also emma is four years old and tae is a pre-kindergarten teacher because i changed my MIND - enjoy!!

pst if u wanna talk to y/n or emma or tae u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

ah, yes.  

to be young and i-

“i’m pregnant?!”

the reason why you came to the doctors today was because you thought you had some sort of stomach flu

at first it wasn’t a big deal

but then it started getting worse and you literally thought you had a parasite from eating at that dingy sushi place and you were mad at jin for like a week because it was hIs idea to go there and it’s not fair that hE didn’t get an upset tummy >:-(

jin reminded you that he warNed you about the sea urchin and you responded by smacking the back of his head

you have to admit

it is relieving to know that there isn’t a dangerous parasite living inside of you and feasting on your organs

it’s a,.,. ???

how would one describe a baby as a parasite

a perfectly natural parasite living inside of you!

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x F!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out

WORD COUNT: 18.3k

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.

Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.

That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.

After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.

At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.

“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”

➳ PAIRING: waterbender!jimin x avatar!y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, angst, avatar!au

➳ WORD COUNT: 6.8k

➳ WARNINGS: bloodbending, breathplay, dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, creampie, Jimin is sorta sadistic, choking

➳ SUMMARY: all life contains water and all life can be bent to your whim.

➳ A/N: this is for my @kwritersworld spring fic exchange partner, @sopewriters! The key word was rebirth and I thought uh avatars are reborn so uhhh my logic is kinda wack but it’s okay i hope you like it!!!

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The blood that flows through your veins is immortal. Like phoenixes rising from the ashes of their predecessor, you carry the legacy of yours.

Metallic and crimson blood drips from your bruised lips, mixing with the coarse dirt beneath your hands and knees. You spit out the blood pooling in your mouth, disgusted by the bitter taste.

“Winner!”

• summary: when the ghost of beloved idol park jimin shows up in your apartment one day, everything in your lonely little life changes. (ghost au)

• genre: angst with a dash of fluff

• word count: 6.37k

• warnings: swearing; death mention

→ note: written while listening to serendipity on repeat. in advance-i’m so sorry for this.

The ghost boy sitting so casually on your couch should frighten you, but at this point, you think you’ve seen everything.

You’ve had your fair share of difficult weeks in the past. Finals week, for instance, has always been hell, with students forcing themselves to remain alive through inordinate quantities of energy drinks and sheer will alone. Sometimes, your manager schedules you to work forty-five hours a week during the holidays and then demands you to stay overtime, all while you have projects and homework and the newest films to inevitably catch up on (though you never do). Other weeks, the ability to unravel yourself from your blankets appears so far out of reach that there’s no attempt to even try to abandon your bed.

This has been one of those weeks. Exams and work and stress and insomnia and all of the above, all at once, all collectively kicking you in the ass until you are not sure how long it has been since you’ve last enjoyed the presence of the sun. It has been early mornings and late nights, espresso shots taken at 2 a.m. and the high of caffeine. A constant cycle of a half-sleeping consciousness, a tired closing of your eyes in daylight, a blacking out from lack of sleep with your face crushed against a laptop keyboard and waking up with the letters “asdf” printed on the side of your cheek.

Today alone, you’ve spent nine hours in the library studying textbooks with font so small your eyes burn, fifteen minutes eating a healthy combination of sourdough bread and peanut butter for a meal, eight hours at work handling customers who won’t shut up about the excess of cinnamon in their goddamn pumpkin spice lattes, and, finally, an hour walking home from work with black coffee staining your sweater and the aroma of chai tea clinging to your hair.

And now there’s a fucking ghost taking up residence on your living room couch, and honestly, you just want to go to sleep.

in which the sun loved the moon so much that it died every night just to let it breathe. 

genre: angst

word count: 3012

― taehyung x reader [reincarnation au]

part ii

a/n: this was inspired by some post on instagram and loosely based off of eleven and clara’s story from doctor who. also, idk man, i’ve been so into angst for no reason. enjoy my lovelies ♡

     YOU WERE BORN TO SAVE KIM TAEHYUNG. Why? You weren’t quite sure of that either, though you did know one thing: whatever deities that existed in this terrible world sure liked messing with you. You’ve been around too long to even remember why you deserved this ill-fated life. All you knew was that you lived and died for Kim Taehyung. Repeatedly. 

He was the reason you even existed. The gods must’ve liked him a lot to create you just to protect him. They favored him and hated you. Ironic, no? And to make it even better, they would make you fall in love with him every time just for kicks and giggles. You’ve spent eternity silently loving him as you waited for the moment when your life would end for him. 

Author:  @kpopfanfictrash as a part of the BANGmeTAN series

Creative Contributor: @m00nk1ld created this header & found Jimin’s butt double for the photo

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex)

Genre: Porn Star!AU / fluff / smut / slight angst

Warning: dirty talk, oral (male and female), body worship, car sex (it’s parked!), jimin is perfect but what else is new?

Word Count: 22,063

Summary: Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.

➯ You’d thought your embarrassing cliché of having a crush on your best friend’s older brother had died out along with your other embarrassing high school memories. But when her wanderlust-enslaved brother suddenly moves into her apartment with her, you realize your solemn preteen promise to never fall in love with him might be harder to keep than ever before. Especially when it seems that he doesn’t just see you as his little sister’s best friend anymore.

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: bestfriend’sbrother!au, fluff, some humor, light smut, light angst, oneshot word count: 13.5k masterlist

part of “the assortment: cliche tropes” collab » link removed due to tumblr issue

special thanks to sam @bluesxde for the lovely header and kiwi @itskimtaehyung for the cute dividers!

warnings: minor dirty talk, fingering, handjob

You frowned as you stared at the large bag the worker presented to you. “Are you sure this is all ours?” you asked, digging through the bag as you peered into it. “I don’t think we ordered this much.”

“You’re picking up for Kim Jihyo, correct?” the worker asked in a bored tone.

“Yes,” you replied slowly.

“Then it’s all yours.”

You shrugged, picking up the bag without any more questions. Maybe your best friend had decided to order extra so she could have leftovers tomorrow and forgot to tell you. But as you stumbled into her apartment fifteen minutes later, you found that you were terribly off on your guessing.

You let yourself in with the key she’d given you in case of emergencies (which considering how often she accidentally locked herself out, the “emergency” key had far exceeded its original purpose.) You kicked your shoes off, breezing through her living room where her TV was playing loudly to get to her kitchen.

“Jiji!” you called her by her childhood nickname. “I’m here!” You started unloading the takeout containers, once again surprised as you counted the amount of rice alone she’d ordered. “Why did you order so much rice?!” you called. “Will you even be able to eat all of this before it goes bad?”

“Rice is good for the soul!”

You froze, the rustling of the bag fading from your consciousness as your mind honed in on the strange voice. The strange, deep, definitely-not-Jihyo’s voice. She hadn’t told you that she’d invited anyone else over. And she definitely wasn’t dating anyone unless she’d suddenly retracted her all-men-suck dating hiatus.

Oh god. Jihyo hadn’t responded when you called for her. What if she was dead? What if this man had sneaked into her apartment and murdered her and you were next?

You snagged a butcher knife out of one of her drawers, your breathing shaky as you tiptoed toward her dining area. You clenched the knife handle tightly, slowly raising your arm so that you would be prepared for whatever you would encounter on the other side of the wall. Footsteps sounded across the carpet. You panicked.

“STAY BACK!” you screeched, jumping around the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room and brandishing your knife high.

“Woah!” the intruder yelped, jumping several feet back from you. “Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Your mouth dropped open as you realized you recognized the intruder. The knife fell from your fingers. “T—Taehyung?” you stammered, your tongue cloying to the roof of your mouth from your fright.

“Were you seriously going to stab me?” he asked, his face aghast as he stared at your abandoned knife on the floor.

shifter college au  | doe!oc  | buck!jk

Synopsis ⤑ As long as Jeon Jungkook has known you, you’ve always been the skittish and timid doe shifter he grew up next door to. Also the love of his life though he doesn’t plan on confessing anytime soon. Not until he’s 100% sure you’re not joining a convent or like, opposed to the male population as a whole. However, his plans of gently coercing you into falling in love with him are shot when you both enroll in a co species university and every male shifter within a five mile radius is on your tail.

a/n ⤑ I felt bad for keeping this on the back burner for so long i hope u dont hate me more for only posting half! 

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader

Genre | Fluff, smut / volleyball!AU, college!AU, setter Jungkook x manager reader

Warnings | Light smut, detailed thigh-riding, thirsty nsfw thoughts, alcohol consumption, swearing and a whole lot of hopeless pining and soft moments because it’s soft uwu hours 24/7 

Word count | 18.1k

Summary | Sports has never been your thing, so when you find yourself in a sports hall that reeks of perspiration and cologne and in front of a group of volleyball players whom you’re supposed to be managing (heck, you can’t even manage your own life), you know that you’re in Deep Shit™. 

Especially when Jeon Jungkook, the golden setter of the team aka the boy who holds stars in his eyes, starts to occupy your reveries, slowly becoming both the quiet and pandemonium of your heart.  

The repeated squeaks of sneakers and harrowing smacks from the contact of palm against ball reverberate across the court, sounding awfully similar to the erratic thumping of your heartbeats, but they do nothing to drown out the thudding in your eardrums. Cowering meekly behind the door of your school’s daunting indoor sports hall, the perspiration on your palms is getting way out of hand and your legs almost threaten to take you back to your dorm, but the palpable, icy-cold air that greets you halts you in your tracks.

➵ summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

➵ warnings: implicit sexual acts; basically yoongi has a potty mouth

➵ genre: angst, smidgens of fluff and humor

➵ words: 5K

➵ a/n: surprise update! also rip yoongles lmao

➵  part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 (you’re here!)

Like many wretched individuals such as himself, Yoongi delighted in partaking in the delightful sinfulness of debauchery. As an incubus, it came as no surprise that he frequently indulged in the sins of the flesh, and judging from the very good reviews he has on Yelp, he was pretty damn good at it too.

What most people didn’t know was that his love for carnal pleasure was not only limited to during his waking hours, but also during his sleeping ones. (Did I say most people didn’t know? Slash that—literally everyone knew. It’s Yoongi for fuck’s sake.) Sex had no curfew, and it came as no surprise that Yoongi, and his perpetually excited Yoongi Jr., were firm believers in such a principle.

In short, Yoongi liked having sex dreams. Or wet dreams, whatever you wanted to call it.

↳ pairing: jungkook/reader | smut, fluff

↳ au: sex robot!au

↳ warnings: multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, pet names, cum eating, cunnilingus, finger sucking

↳ word count: 6.1k

⁙ summary: you order a sex robot online after getting a coupon for half off. however, there’s something strange about yours.

⁛ A/N: thank you so mia @jungcock for helping me out in developing this fic! also credit to her for the title!

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→ Genres: Slice of life, crack, fluff, smut. Next door Neighbour!Taehyung needs help building a bed, and thank God you’re there. → Warnings: Smut, oral, sexting, phone sex, masturbation, unprotected sex, mild breathplay, Taehyung calls you a slut much more than once. → Word Count: 19k. → A/N: Thank you so much to my very wonderful and very incredible and very beautiful baby girl @wagicshop  for making me such a beautiful banner. I am nothing if not in awe of you and your never ending talents. Also, I love you. Also, thank you again. Also, I would die without you.

It was seldom that sleep came to you very easily. That had just been a matter of truth since you could remember. Even when you were a child, you’d lay awake in bed at night, staring at the ceiling after your parents had tucked you in, making up stories in your head or humming songs quietly to yourself until sleep finally wrapped itself around you and tugged you into its depths. It was a nuisance at the very best. Especially on nights like tonight; Thursday nights to be precise. You had only one day left of work before the week was out, and the rules of sleep no longer mattered until Sunday evening rolled around. However, Thursdays were the worst for you because it was the day when the week of poorly handled sleep patterns and work stress caught up to you–which, in turn, made it even harder for sleep.

Which is why you had your Thursday night routine. You’d started it about four months earlier, and for the most part, it worked like a charm. You poured yourself a good two or three–but never more than three–glasses of a nice red wine that you would treat yourself to on the way home, and settle down with an episode of whatever drama you happened to be watching. After the credits rolled, you’d slip into the bath, your eyes lazily watching the bath bomb fizz away into nothing but pleasant scents and pretty colours. Once the water drained, you’d slip into your comfiest sleepwear; an old, worn out, tank top and a pair of comfy shorts. With that, you’d cozy up into the freshly washed covers and sheets and read however many pages of your book it took to slip into a deep and comforting sleep.

Normally, there was no issue. You had your routine down to a science and for the last however many Thursdays that you’d utilized it, it had worked. However, earlier this afternoon, you’d noticed a few stacks of boxes next to the door of the previously vacant apartment directly next to yours. This was notable because now, at whatever the fuck o’clock, with the moon hanging bright and tauntingly directly in your window, you were listening to the incessant curses, grunts and bangs of your new neighbour trying to fuck or murder someone–there was no way to be sure.

▹ pairing: Jeongguk x reader ▹ words: 18,102 I’m so sorry  ▹ genre: smut, fluff, light angst, friends to lovers

You and Jeongguk propose at restaurants to get free food, but somewhere along the way you start to fall for him.

You never thought Jeongguk would actually take you up on the whole fake proposals thing. When you had suggested the idea to him, he’d just laughed and said “yeah”, then continued playing Fallout 4. You hadn’t actually meant it; the idea was one of those you vaguely imagine it happening, but not really, which is why when he brought it up weeks later suggesting you try it out, you thought he was kidding. 

He wasn’t, and this is how you end up in one of the city’s nicer restaurants on a fake date with your best friend. 

⚤= smut | ♞= angst | ☁= fluff | ♡=personal favourite

☆= recently added 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

A/N: I got inspired to do this AU because of THIS vine, and I also made an edit for it HERE. I hope you all enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language, Graphic Depictions of Violence/Murder, Sensitive Character Death

Genre: Violence/Gore, Angst, Purger!Hoseok

Word Count: 4,501

Description: The Purge - one day a year for twelve hours all crime is legal, including murder. Jung Hoseok is a purger, someone who is payed by others to kill for them on the day of total carnage. He’s given a list of twelve names every year, but what happens when your name is on it?

Your breathing becomes ragged as you stay frozen in your spot behind the couch. Is this really happening? The feeling of being by yourself for the first time since this whole thing started spikes an unprecedented anxiety inside of you. Hoseok is now out of sight and alone with two purgers. How can you just let him handle this on his own? Of course you might just get in the way, but he’s still in this mess because of you, and it just doesn’t feel right to stay behind cowering in fear as he risked his life for you.

And that’s when you’re suddenly broken from your thoughts by a sound that strikes fear inside of your heart. It’s the shot of a gun, but not just once, it’s relentless, repeating one after another. Before you can even process what the smart thing to do here is, you’re already out of the door that leads to the alleyway. You stand there, completely frozen by the idea of running out there completely defenseless. But then your hands began to shake at the possibility of Hoseok being shot dead, so you step forward in some attempt at bravery, but then you suddenly feel yourself being snatched back.

Jungkook pays you a late night visit.

genre: smut words: 2.6k a/n: i haven’t written in forever, don’t expect a masterpiece, just enjoy this DISRESPECTFUL gif. thank you.