Namjoon on BTS and “Dynamite” for Time Magazine
Summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of your farm.
W/C: 11.2k
TAGS: brief body horror, injury, mentions of parental death, shifting, mentions of rut cycles, parent death, mentions of war, brief nudity, non-explicit smut, mentions of dragon dick, knots, yoongi has an inhumanly big dick, inability to have children, domestic bliss, PTSD, flashbacks
A/N: Finally found the comic that inspired this series, everyone go take a look at @/dam-daung-ju’s Dragon Yoongi and knight! Hoseok comic on twitter!
PART 1
- “Move into my home Y/n, let me take care of you and our son, please- let me.”
- You’ve never heard Yoongi beg, and he isn’t in the habit of doing it often or even asking for things at all. And so you agree, He picks you up by your waist and spins your around and scent marks you along your neck, a wide gummy smile tugging across his lips the whole time- absolutely ecstatic that you’ve agreed.
- And though you smile too, especially when Jungkook runs around your legs and shrieks in delight- you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a tiny- little- minuscule bit of trepidation about moving into a dragon’s den. Would it be basic? would it be basically like living in a cave, would it be warm?
- Whatever it is you’re expecting- Yoongi’s den is definitely not that.
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Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!reader
Summary: [Modern Cinderella!AU] He’s the heir to one of the world’s biggest gaming conglomerates, and you’re a simple maid trying to pay your way through college. Can I make it any more obvious?
Warnings: minor cursing, mentions of alcohol
Current Word Count: 43.6k
A/N: this was a request turned passion project that i put a lot of time and care into making. as of september 8th, 2021, this story is completed!
chapter i: once upon a time…
↳ “a charity ball?” | 4.6k
chapter ii: two fairy godmothers
↳ "no peeking!” | 2.4k
chapter iii: to the ball
↳ “your voice is beautiful.” | 5.6k
chapter iv: interlude
↳ “it was an honest mistake.” | 2.6k
chapter v: encore waltz
↳ "can you play chopsticks?” | 4.0k
chapter vi: wishful thinking
↳ "you want him, don’t you?” | 3.3k
chapter vii: the stroke of midnight
↳ "please look at me.” | 5.2k
chapter viii: shattered glass
↳ "i want to meet her for real, this time.” | 5.0k
chapter ix: runaway carriage
↳ "until we meet again?” | 3.8k
chapter x: a perfect fit
↳ "i choose you.” | 3.2k
chapter xi: happily ever after
↳ "thank you for chasing after me.” | 3.9k
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bts at the grammys 2019 | 2020 | 2022
; Pixie!Seokjin x Pixie!Reader
; Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst
; Word Count: 14k
; Synopsis: As a vegetable pixie, you weren’t exactly considered the most desirable in the pixie hierarchy. But the uncle of one of your student’s is convinced that you have a secret admirer, only made worse when your younger brother and sister get involved. Will they succeed in their matchmaking or will your admirer come forward before they can get into too much mischief?
; A/N: Okay so…this is my first FULL Jin fic and I feel bad because I basically lost all inspiration for any writing about 4/5 through writing this. As a result…it’s pretty fair to say I’m a little uncertain of how this fic is and how you’ll all feel about it, particularly as there’s no smut anymore (it just didn’t fit). I love the world though, and I love pixie!Jin. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, PLEASE reblog because Jin fics don’t get the love they deserve, nor do solely fluff fics :( also, please leave me your comments and thoughts and asks so I know what you thought. I’m trying my hardest to get back into writing and just finishing this was hugely important for me!
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“Kim Taehyung…you don’t have a child,” Your words cause the tall pixie with soft, peach coloured hair to pause with almost comically wide eyes turned to you. “So what are you doing here?”
He says nothing for a moment before straightening himself, crossing his arms over his broad chest and pursing his lips at you. Even though he’s younger than you, he towers over you and you work hard to keep your teacher aura that had him looking so chastised when caught.
“You’re right. I don’t have a child. But I do have a niece. Right there,” Taehyung points over to the little girl sitting on the floor, her voice sweetly joining the other girls she’s sat with as they sing a nursery rhyme together. “And I’ve been asked to bring her home by her dad.”
Twisting your lips, you sigh before nodding and gesturing for him to come inside. The nursery that you worked at was inside a hollowed-out tree, providing plenty of space for the babies and little ones who were not old enough to attend school lessons in the higher levels of the tree. Everything inside your room was bright and colourful though, the walls stained with the vibrant colours that came from the richest pigments created from flowers.
A mural of the forest and individual, faceless pixies took up one half of the circular room while the other was free for the children to paint on as they saw fit. Creativity was one of the most important traits of a pixie after all, and it was your job to ensure that they went wild with all their beautiful, creative thoughts.
The floor was dotted with dried paint, and even new paint splashes from the day’s activities and you hummed lightly as you moved over to the line of reed twine that was strung up across the room, parchment hung on it in intervals with each one containing a drawing. Scanning over, you take the one with the little girl’s name and hand it over to Taehyung.
“Miyeon painted this for her dad. Make sure that he gets it please.” You request, smiling at him. He looks over the painting with a critical eye before grinning, nodding before bounding over to Miyeon and crouching down next to her.
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part one - profiles
~cursed~
[witch!taehyung x cursed!reader]
— in which you are a wedding florist plagued by ghosts, taehyung is a self-proclaimed witch, yoongi is a grim reaper who hates his job, and jin is your guardian angel just trying his best
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tags: @brinnalaine @atulipandarose @jayhope88 @star-gods @coffeeismylife28 @sugalou @spuddymuffin @chai-tealattae @sea-nevermind-enthusiast @preciouschimine @sideh000e @winterwidow27 @shadow-yoonie @hermiones-enchantment @we-are-born-to‐be-sad @codeinebelle @lovelyseomin @softkookiesblush @kyuniebaby @hey-itsmina @thebluemoonlight @unadulteratedlyunique @ggukkieland @xxxcharismaxxx @ephyra1230 @madoka-pink @army-moa75 @mikroparadise @drpepperobsessed @rainbowmagicpixecorn
Do you ever just....miss chubby debut jimin?
I miss and adore Jimin in all his forms including, but not limited to:
Soft Debut Chimbean
Thottius the First
Whatever the Heck This Was
Leprechaun Thirst Trap
Your Local Bondage Bae
Rogue Fuqboi
Candy Crush
Sensual Freedom Fighter
Current Devestation
older brother touya au, quirk training is mentioned but no quirk mentioned for reader, abusive todoroki household, endeavous is a piece of shit, angst, kinda rough hyper fem reader (you push shouto at one point), lmk if i missed sum else !!
shouto, lately, has been showing up to school with bandages on his arms. and touya knows others find that weird.
for a while now, their father’s training had been more grueling than ever. touya recognizes it in the sounds of screaming and pillars breaking and the coughing of his younger brother as he holds back a sob. not like you could hear it over the sound of enji todoroki’s booming voice yelling at him to get up anyways.
touya recognizes himself from before he was deemed a failure. he recognizes the coughs and wheezes but he thinks his were slightly different from shouto. his tiredness left him sore and unresponsive, complaining about muscular pains that touya never complained about himself. maybe because he ignored them until they were too painful to bear, all to please his father. to be his perfect creation.
but he isn’t, shouto is. and the boy doesn’t like it one bit.
his little brother comes to him most nights sniffling, clinging to him and pleading for touya to let him stay the night in his room. and he always says yes, of course he will, cus he’s his little brother. who’s just a little weird, but who he cares about deeply.
shouto sniffles about how he doesn’t like training with father, how he wishes he could spend time with his older siblings again instead. touya’s eyebrows furrow and he squeezes his brother harder. because he doesn’t like it either.
“if dad ever pisses you off, you can come to me, yeah ? i’ll be there.” shouto chastises him for swearing as he calls it, but touya doesn’t care, cus it made his little brother giggle a little even though he barely does. and it makes him chuckle too.
he remembers what training with his dad felt like when he still had potential. he remembers it was kind of like a father son experience. his dad would look at him proudly when he managed to pull off a new move, praising him in the only way he knew how to and encouraging him to keep aiming higher, to make his fire burn stronger. that he’d even surpass him.
but then the burning started to hurt. then the training started happening less often, and when it did it more desperate than anything. nothing was ever good, he had to keep pushing, keep burning. harder, stronger and faster. because he needed to surpass him.
it didn’t feel like a father son anything after that, it wasn’t fun and his body hurt. but the sudden change in demeanor was jarring, he remembers. it hurts to remember how his father had gone from this to simply just..giving up on him. but he thinks it must be horrible for shouto to immediately go through the tyrant that is endeavor at such a young age, rather than at least liking it at first like touya had.
of course he wouldn’t like it, touya doesn’t like it either.
“sho, i think we should get married.”
shouto’s laying on the grass with you when you suddenly speak to him. his eyes widen just a bit and when he turns his head to question you, you’re smiling like the sun. he likes that about you.
“why ?”
you jump up, leaning over him a bit, everything else is blocked out but you, shouto thinks he prefers it that way.
“cuuuuuz,” you sing “it’d be fun, right ?”
“to get married ?” you nod. shouto blinks at you. and when he keeps looking you shyly look away.
he figures you’re somewhat right, though. in the movies he watches with fuyumi, people seem to have a lot of fun during weddings, they seem happy. shouto wants to be happy with you, as simple as that, so he responds with the first thing that comes to mind.
“okay.”
and if he thought you were the sun before, he’s proven wrong immediately because the smile you send him blinds him. he hopes you’ll smile like that again every single day, it’d make him happy. you squeal and pull him up to you to squeeze him tight, the sudden move hurts a bit, but he doesn’t mind. it doesn’t hurt like his father does and it’s you, so he doesn’t mind and let’s you squeeze him to your hearts content.
“we’re engaged now, then !” you tell him, “so that means your my fiancé. when we’re grown ups, i’ll ask you again, okay ?” you ask giddily, you stand up because you can’t stand still anymore and you pull him along with you. shouto readjusts your fingers so he’s holding onto your pinky (he likes it that way) and he nods. “okay,” he answers again.
natsu-nii told him that he should speak more once, because people think that one word answers are rude sometimes. but he doesn’t like talking to people, and he doesn’t care if they think he’s rude and you get so happy when he speaks to you. you’re the only person he wants to talk to and you’re happy, so why should that bother him ?
shouto can’t wait until he’s a grown up. he’s sure when he’s a grown up, he won’t have to listen to his dad all the time, he’ll be stronger and will be able to fight back. but now, he can’t wait to be a grown up so you can get married for real.
apparently, shouto’s getting pulled out of school.
he hears touya angrily talking with his nanny about him. they can’t see him from where he's hiding behind the door. shouto can't remember a time where his older brother had sounded so mad, not even when he gets mad at him for being a brat. touya always seemed the angriest when their father was involved.
he keeps swearing, calling something bullshit. but shouto realises that if he gets pulled out of school, he won't be seeing you anymore.
so, just to be sure. when training is over and his father has ordered him to patch himself up, he asks.
"are you going to pull me out of school ?"
shouto holds back a flinch when his father stops in his tracks and turns to look at him slightly. all he responds with is "who told you ?" shouto only shrugs. enji stays quiet before finally responding.
"it's what's best for you. you are meant to surpass me."
shouto doesn't like talking to his father, it makes him nervous. he misses when his mom was here to comfort him, to tell him it was okay to be scared sometimes. shouto picks at his bandages, his mom had told him to stop one time, because it makes them come loose. but he's nervous.
"but..i have to got to school.." he utters quietly, he clenches his fist to keep it from shaking. "i'll get you a teacher." his father responds easily, he doesn't understand. shouto bites his lip.
"but..my friend at school.." shouto keeps his eyes to the floor, he knows his father is looking down at him and he doesn't want to look back. "yn..will wanna know where i am..'cus she wants to get married.."
enji todoroki huffs loudly, grumbling to himself. "what do you know about marriage.." he scoffs, and he keeps it at that. walking off and before he slides the door shut, he reminds shouto to patch himself up.
shouto doesn't jump when the door slams. and now that he thinks about it he doesn't know much about marriage.
"i don't think we should get married anymore."
you're usually always talking, shouto likes that about you. but now you just blink at him.
"..what ?"
you're always smiling at him, shouto likes that about you. but now you're frowning at him.
shouto swallows, it feels hard to "i don't want to get married anymore."
you're frowning at him, it's hard to swallow. you like sitting on the swings with him, and shouto likes that you taught him to go on it by himself, but he thinks he's ruined it for you now.
"why not ?"
you sound sad, shouto doesn't like it. he wants you to be happy all the time. but he won't be able to go to school soon, he won't see you anymore. and that'd make you even more sad. he doesn't know what else to do.
shouto can't bring himself to respond because he doesn't have a reason. he wants to be with you, he wants to hold your pinky and he wants to marry you. he wants you to smile at him so hard it blinds him. but he doesn't know anything about marriage. besides what he's seen on tv and from his own mom and dad. and his mom doesn't live at home anymore, because his dad had sent her away. when you get married you have fun and you're happy but his mom never was. you're always happy and he doesn't want you to be sad like his mom was, because you're the nicest person in the world.
so he just shrugs. natsu-nii had told him that people would find that rude once, and he thinks maybe he should've listened. you abruptly get up and stand in front of him. he looks up at you and wishes he'd never had because you look so sad. you want him to think you're angry, but he can tell with you.
"so you lied to me ?"
he wants to say no, because he doesn't mean it. but in your mind he probably did, he looks away. he can't look at you anymore because your lip is wobbling like you want to cry. angrily, you push at his shoulder, shouto trains with his father almost every day, he has the bandages under his sweater to prove it. but this hurts so much more.
"i hate liars !" you yell at him, shouto's never heard you yell besides that one time you'd punched tanaka in the face and ended up at the nurses office. you push him again and your voice is wobbly when you tell him you hate him before you run away. you're leaving without him. shouto can't move from where he's still slightly swinging on the swing. he doesn't like it anymore, but he can't go anywhere, because you're not holding onto his pinky and he can't readjust it to hold yours better.
shouto feels colder suddenly now that you're away, but he can't move as he grips the bars of the swing tighter and his lip wobbles.
touya, for the first time in a while, sees his brother come back home completely clean. and extremely sad.
i didn't want to end this part so sadly but i couldn't help myself yall im sorry, i hope yall still love me !!!
➳ ROSES
╰ life was a lot easier for seokjin before the crackhead who moved in above his flower shop accidentally kidnapped his daughter… but he had to admit; meeting you definitely made things a hell of a lot more interesting
pairing: single dad!jin x photographer!reader
genre: sm au, crack humor, fluff, angst, smut
status: completed
series: hobiverse masterlist
a/n: yoooo y’all already know wtf is going on lol we back and thiccer than ever with a new au!! bls enjoy clueless single dad Jin getting his shit turned upside down by chaotic good y/n!! x
💐 part 1 - profiles
💐 part 2 - die hard
💐 part 3 - shrek
💐 part 4 - lizard person in a child suit
💐 part 5 - the sacred law of dibs
💐 part 6 - bird watching
💐 part 7 - friendship flowers
💐 part 8 - in a totally chill friend way
💐 part 9 - hold that canoe
💐 part 10 - math
💐 part 11 - frozen
💐 part 12 - the word that shall not be named
💐 part 13 - jolly green giant
💐 part 14 - over and out
💐 part 15 - exposed
💐 part 16 - psychic powers
💐 part 17 - zoinks scoob
💐 part 18 - smirgins
💐 part 19 - this is a case for the FBI
💐 part 20 - family night
💐 part 21 - lesbians
💐 part 22 - second chance
💐 part 23 - petals (m)
💐 part 24 - peachy
💐 part 25 - crying at the cinnabon stand
💐 part 26 - lasagna
💐 part 27 - bigfoot kink
💐 part 28 - Feelings™️
💐 part 29 - mario and luigi
💐 part 30 - everybody say sausage
💐 part 31 - code red
💐 part 32 - flower daddy
💐 part 33 - i do
💐 part 34 - skittles
💐 part 35 - epilogue
:: bonus part - postlogue 4
spin-offs: breathe (jjk) || finding bigfoot (myg)
Every time we see an artist or a work of art, let us thank them for giving us a piece of their heart. By Eliienkind on Instagram.
A - Z with Yoongi
O: Outfits (some of my fav)
[cr. memories 2017: onextime91, season’s greetings 2021: @/joonie]