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Down Here

Down Here

Hoseok x Reader

Author: Admin Mo

Word Count: Somewhere between 2k and 3k?

Genre: The fluffiest fluff I could fluff. 

Your pencil dragged across a scrap of paper as you sat bored in your Human Relations course. You already knew all of this crap. Your parents were human, for God’s sake.

All of this because you slept in on Opt-Out day.

It was the first day of class, and you could already tell this was going to be the worst experience of your life. The syllabus was…underwhelming ro say the least, and as the other students drifted into the classroom, you didn’t pay them much attention, instead focusing on the drawing of a bird in the corner of your scrap page.

“Excuse me?” Someone asked you. You looked around, tugging an earbud out of your ear. No one was there. A ghost maybe? An invisible student? In the Magus College for the Supernatural, it wouldn’t surprise you. “Down here.”

Oh. There. Standing on the floor, about six inches high, was a type of student you had yet to encounter. A Leprechaun.

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ƒυ¢к 😅

soft field

darling (drabble) || cursed || kth

:: or, alternatively — “go to sleep, darling.” ::

☽ pairing: taehyung x reader

☽ genre: fluff, established relationship, very mild mentions of smut, past lives (there’s a flashback to their lives in the victorian era)

☽ word count: 1.2k

☽ a/n: hello!! i couldn’t decide if i wanted to do a modern drabble for y/n and tae or another look at their past lives in the victorian era so i kinda decided to do both!! hope you guys enjoy it!! x

SMAU SERIES: CURSED || PREVIOUS || NEXT

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“So if none of what’s happening in this program is real, and it is all staged, then why do they call it a ‘reality show’?” Taehyung cutely scrunched up his nose at the television screen, an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing in the background as you both laid in your bed.

“Because it follows their real lives… more or less.” You chuckled at the adorably confused expression on his face. He sat at the top of your bed, leaning back against the headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him, while you hung closer to the foot, your knees pulled up to your chest and arms wrapped around your legs.

“But what are these people famous for?” He asked the quintessential Kardashian question, and you let out a deep sigh, shaking your head.

“You’re not going to understand it.” You softly snorted, picking up the remote to change the channel to something easier for Taehyung and his old soul to follow. “Let’s just watch Friends.”

You put on a random episode of the well-known sitcom, stifling a yawn, and resting your head drowsily atop your knees. It was getting kind of late, and after the near-fiasco that introducing your two groups of friends had been today, you were in desperate need of a good night’s rest.

“Are you tired?” Taehyung asked you, noting your slumped-over state. You limply nodded your head in response, watching lazily as he shuffled in his spot on the bed, making room for you to lay beside him amongst the pillows. “Come lie down. You should get some sleep.”

You stared over your shoulder at him for a long moment; he looked undeniably good right now, even in just a shirt and pajama shorts, and you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flutter a bit at the prospect of getting closer to him. You’d invited him in here to cuddle with you, but you hadn’t quite worked up the nerve to do it yet.

Swallowing your nerves, you offered him a small smile and a gentle nod in response, crawling up towards him from your place at the end of the bed. When you reached him, he easily pushed the blankets aside to let you in and helped you get yourself settled underneath them before he finally laid down to join you. Sprawling out on his back beside you, he casually spread his arm behind the pillow where your head rested, and the small gesture had your pulse quickening.

He was close enough now that you could smell his sweet, comforting scent, and though he had left a respectful distance between you two, you found yourself unable to settle down. You kept wiggling around, unable to find a comfortable position, and noticing the way you just couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting, it was Taehyung who made the first move; he inched closer until the warm skin of his arm brushed yours, reaching out to gently lift your head and place it to rest upon his chest, making your cheeks flush.

“This used to help you fall asleep… back then,” he quietly murmured, holding you against him. “You liked to listen to the sound of my heart.”

You pondered his words, deciding to give it a shot, and you let your eyes fall shut, trying to focus only on the sound of Taehyung’s steadily pounding heart. The pace of it was consistent and calming, the thumping rhythm filling your ears and reminding you that he was right here, and that he wasn’t going anywhere—it made you feel safe—and when you opened your eyes again, there was a subtle smile upon your lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, sweetly nuzzling your head closer into his warm chest.

“Go to sleep, Darling,” he absentmindedly told you, his eyes trained on the tv. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as if he had done so a million times before, and the soft action instantly triggered a memory within you, playing over in your mind like a movie scene.

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“Go to sleep, Darling,” Taehyung affectionately chastised you from the other side of the bed, letting out an amused chortle at your antics.

“How am I meant to fall asleep? We’re married now, Taehyung! Isn’t it entirely exciting?” You gawked at him with wonder in your eyes, still high from your wedding festivities that day.

“Entirely,” he agreed with an easy smile, “but how can you not be tired out from all of that excitement, Darling? Not to mention after our… post-wedding activities.” There was a cheeky smirk upon his lips when he spoke of what had transpired between the two of you just before this conversation, and you averted your eyes in shyness as you realized he was still shirtless.

“Well, I didn’t exactly mind those.” Your cheeks flooded with heat at the mere mention of your passion. The two of you had scarcely made it through your nuptials before you and your new husband were ripping one another’s clothes off all the way to the bed. “Let’s do it again,” You suddenly suggested as an attempt to distract him, slyly trying to wriggle your way on top of him, but he easily caught you by the shoulders, settling you back down against the mattress.

“Go to sleep, Darling,” he repeated more firmly this time, gently tucking you under the covers.

“But I can’t.” You frowned up at him. “What if I wake up and this was all a dream?” There was an anxious sadness behind your small voice.

“Come here.” He sighed, holding his arms open as if waiting for you to crawl into them, which you eagerly did. He placed your head against his bare chest, holding you close so that you could hear the hum of his pulse. “Do you hear that?” he asked you. “It’s the sound of my heart… As long as it is beating, I shall never leave your side.” He vowed. His sweet promise made you feel warm inside—loved—and you knew you loved him just as much.

“Never?” you repeated back to him, gazing up at him with wide eyes that held only trust.

“Never.” He confidently confirmed. “So go to sleep and rest well, my love.” He brought his warm lips to the skin of your forehead, leaving a loving kiss there, and you sighed in content.

“All right,” you coalesced to his wishes at last, snuggling more tightly against into his body, and listening close to the soothing sound of his heartbeat until you finally drifted off to sleep.

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“Y/N?” The sound of Taehyung’s deep voice summoned you back to the present, noticing the vacant expression that had settled across your face. You blinked a few times, reorienting yourself in the moment, and looked up at him.

“Did you just call me Darling?” you immediately questioned, quirking an intrigued brow his way.

“Oh… I guess I did.” He seemed a bit flustered; he clearly hadn’t meant to call you so fondly like that, but to be honest, you hadn’t really minded it. “Force of habit, I suppose,” he said, studying you with a bittersweet smile on his lips. “What is it?” he asked you when he realized you were still staring at him with a curious expression.

“Nothing.” You shook your head to yourself with a secret smile, deciding to keep what you saw to yourself. “I’m glad you’re here,” you told him, reaching up to shyly wrap your arms around his broad torso while your chin rested on his chest.

“Oh,” he replied with a proud grin you couldn’t see. “Then I’ll stay right here,” he promised you, reaching his arms behind your back to squeeze you tightly. His hand stroked through your hair, a strangely familiar gesture that filled you with a sense of ease. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, his warm lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“Goodnight, Taehyung,” you whispered back, closing your eyes, and letting the thrum of his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep once again.

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jimin in leather pants. that’s it. that’s the caption. (cr. dwellingsouls)

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waste it on me | jjk

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→ pairings: jeon jungkook x reader

→ genre: fluff! + maybe a little bit of angst??

→ summary: freshman year of high school you were dating thirteen year old jeon jungkook. ahh.. young love. it was all fun and sweet until he suddenly left for los angeles without any explanation at all, leaving you alone and confused. ten years go by, you find yourself looking through a box of old photos from high school. there you find pictures of your boyfriend, ex.. boyfriend? you two never did breakup in the first place.. desperate for love, you asked good ‘ole twitter to help you find him again. did it work?

→ a/n: the long awaited smau is coming soon!! will start after page turner <3

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sneak peek

intro 1

intro 2

part 1 (½): so annoying

part 1 (2/2): long lost love

part 2: he was here

part 3: can i keep this one?

part 4: what could’ve been

part 5: do you remember

part 6: promise me

part 7: count me in

part 8: jealous

part 9: marsh-mallows

part 10: don’t lose faith

part 11: if it’s fate, it’s fate

part 12: third wheel

part 13: who is this

part 14: getting food

part 15: he could’ve

part 16: still squishy

part 17: kimi no na wa

part 18: love like yours

part 19: i think it’s cute

part 20: waste it on me

part 21: i’ll miss you

part 22: disgustingly cute

part 23: love is in the air

part 24 1/3: what did he ask u

part 24 2/3: hurry up

part 24 3/3: that’s a yes

part 25: maybe not

part 26: baby

part 27: surprise me

part 28: #jinjinmiyeon wedding FINALE

epilogue

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a softie for sentimentality, bakugou katsuki.

Bakugou wears a bracelet. You’ve known about it for as long as you could remember, but only decided to acknowledge it now that you’re in your third year at UA, two weeks before graduation.

It wasn’t flashy or adorned with any kind of logo—just a simple, sturdy piece of metal with a stainless clasp that he seemed to wear all the time. You tilted your head as you studied it.

“You’ve had that bracelet for as long as I can remember,” you said, sitting down on his study chair. It’s a privilege to even set foot inside of his room without immediately being told (yelled) off, really.

Bakugou looked up from his book and glanced at you. “Yeah, and?”

“Is there, like, a story behind it?”

“No story,” he said with a shrug, but you weren’t entirely convinced.

“Really? That’s so bland. I thought there’d be like a gut-wrenching or life-changing story for it.”

He sat up from his bed with a huff, his eyes narrowing at you. “It’s just somethin’ I wear. What’s it to you?”

You raised your hands in mock surrender, a playful smile on your lips. “Alright, Mr. Mysterious. Keep your secrets.”

“Fuck off, dipshit.”

“Again with that! Why can’t you be nicer now that we’re graduating?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

-

But the conversation stuck to you.

It’s the day of graduation when you presented him with a small, handmade box. It was simple, made of sturdy cardboard decorated with his signature colors and an orange ribbon to match. Bakugou rose a brow.

“What’s this for?” He asks, holding it up like the box might explode at any given moment, though there was no bite to it.

“A box.”

“No shit,” he scoffs, “what’s in it?”

“Open it to find out!” You egged him on.

Bakugou sighs, opening the box with a focused pout. He went quiet when he saw what was inside.

“Ta-da! A bracelet,” you said, smiling. “For you. Thought you could use something new to switch things up.”

He held the stringed bracelet in his hand, looking at the material as if it would erupt in flames if he glared hard enough. It was a stark contrast to his metal one—brightly colored warm complementary beads with little charms that somehow still managed to feel like him. There was a red charm shaped like an explosion, a black bead with a skull design, and a small silver charm with an engraved kanji for “strength.”

“I’m not wearing this,” he said flatly.

It’s like your cartoonish heart balloon had suddenly been popped with a prickly needle.

“What? Why not? It’s cool!” you argued. “I even made it myself to really match you!”

“It’s not my style.”

“Sure it is. Look, it’s got black, silver, and even a little red—it screams Bakugou Katsuki.”

“I didn’t get you anythin’ as a parting gift,” he tells you.

“Don’t worry about it! It’s fine,” you replied, waving your hand in dismissal. “Just thought this’ll go with your metal bracelet.”

He nodded, though there was a somewhat frustrated pout on his expression, muttering something under his breath a soft “thanks,” and placed the gift back in the box, never actually letting you see him wearing it during that moment.

-

Years later, during a photoshoot for the yearly hero gala, Bakugou stood in front of the camera in his full Dynamight suit. The photographer adjusted the lights, snapping rapid shots as Bakugou struck his signature confident poses.

“Hold still,” the stylist said, adjusting his gauntlet slightly. Her eyes flicked to his wrist, and she paused. “Oh, that’s cute. Is that handmade?”

Bakugou blinked, following her gaze. Wrapped around his wrist, right next to his ever-present metal bracelet, was the colorful string bracelet you had made him all those years ago.

He stiffened slightly, but instead of taking it off, he shrugged. “Yeah. What about it?”

The stylist smiled warmly. “It’s a nice touch. Makes you seem... approachable. And quite frankly, it matches your suit.”

Bakugou snorted. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.”

-

When the photos surfaced online, fans quickly noticed the bracelet. Social media practically exploded that day.

Is Dynamight wearing a friendship bracelet??

A HANDMADE BRACELET ON DYNAMIGHT??

Guys, he’s worn this thing for YEARS. Check the old pictures! 🙂‍↔️

You, of course, caught wind of the news—because honestly, who wouldn’t when it took all social media platforms by storm? You saw the posts one evening while scrolling through your phone. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the photos. It was unmistakable—the bracelet you had made all those years ago.

Long after your UA days were behind you and your lives had taken you and Bakugou down different paths, the all-too-familiar bracelet made you smile sadly—more nostalgic happiness than actual sadness, really.

You stared at the screen, sighing quietly. You thought back to the last time you’d spoken, to the unspoken decision that had pulled you in different directions. You never thought something as small as a bracelet would still mean anything to him.

You didn’t even think you’d live to see the day he wears it, much less keep it after the years.

But there it was, bright and unapologetic on his wrist, a subtle reminder of a bond that hadn’t completely faded with time.

Somewhere across the city, Bakugou stood on a rooftop, the evening wind tugging at his hero uniform. He glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist, running his thumb over the frayed edges of the string. He smirked to himself, a quiet acknowledgment of the past and the person who’d given it to him.

“Guess you were right,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the wind. “It does scream Bakugou Katsuki.”

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