I Like Hanging Out With U

Art by Thomi

Man of The Year (MYG x GN!Reader)

pairing: single dad!Yoongi x gn!reader genre(s): pure fluff, very minor angst au(s): graduation au word count: 2.7k warnings: some swearing, Yoongi is a little nervous, Yoongi is bad at flirting, this is so cute I could cry

rating: PG

summary: For the longest time, it’s always been Yoongi and his daughter, celebrating every milestone of life together. But today, that could change.

a/n: omg isi updating back to back fics? who is she? anyway this is inspired by that viral post of a little girl proudly taking pics of her dad on graduation day. thank you mars @joheunsaram​ for showing me the post and also letting me use her idea! i hope i did this justice. also inspired by one of my classmates who brought their little one dressed in a cap and gown to walk across the stage with them (so cute)! and big congrats to the class of 2022, i’m so proud of all the graduates, you deserve the world!!

listen to: man of the year by logic

A bead of sweat pools at the back of Yoongi’s head, sliding down his neck and into the special black robe he’d adorned. A heavy sigh escapes his throat. He’d probably have to get the robe dry cleaned. Another $10 spent on an item he’d never keep after today, and he knows money had been tight for the last little while. He’d barely been able to squeak by and pay Eunha’s school fees this month, begging his PI for a last-minute raise, who’d reluctantly acquiesced, knowing Yoongi was graduating soon anyway.

Yoongi resists the urge to scratch the itch that popped up mere moments ago and has now bloomed into a painful nuisance. Why were these outfits so damn scratchy? He’d never understand it.

“Appa,” his ears perk up at the small voice, the tiny hand clutching his own, and his fingers wind tighter around Eunha’s. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

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Jin painting process ✨

➳ CURSED

╰ 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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pairing: witch!taehyung x cursed!reader

genre: sm au, crack, fluff, smut, slight angst

tagslist: click here

status: ongoing

a/n: ah i’m so excited to finally be starting this!! taehyung in this au will be loosely based off his character from my series woke but this story is not part of hobiverse. hope you guys enjoy it!! x

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💀 part one - profiles

bangtan in b&w [1/14]

Masterlist

Est: 8/24/2018

No one has my permission to repost any of my works, on any other blog or platform, ever!!!

💫=smut

☁️=fluff

☔️=angst

🕶=crack

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Lost and Found

Summary: What do you do when your whole world comes crashing down around you? When everything you loved turns out to be a lie? When your fiancé tells you he’s been having an affair, you feel like your whole world comes crashing down, but then you find an antiques shop and the strange man that runs the shop helps you slowly rebuild your life and realise maybe not everything about you is broken.

Pairing: Jin x reader

Genre: fluff; angst; sfw; strangers to lovers.

Word count: 21.2k

Warnings: Deals with an affair, depressive moods.

Authors Note: Here’s a fluffly, but also angsty piece with antique shop owner Jin. It has a happy ending so don’t be put off by the fact it’s centred around an affair, but if that is a trigger for you please do not read. I hope you’re all doing ok and that you enjoy reading this! 

“I’m having an affair,” a few words muttered into a dark room but they cut through you like ice.

You ignore them the first time, still half asleep and unsure if you’re dreaming or if they were just a figment of your imagination. Hoping you had misheard. But the second time they’re said you can’t ignore them.  

“I’m having an affair,” it’s said slightly louder, more certain, in a way that you know is meant for your ears.

You twist, turning so that you are lay looking at your fiancé, not caring that the duvet bunches uncomfortably around you. Sam is lay on his back, eyes open staring blankly at the ceiling. You don’t say anything and the silence that a few minutes ago felt calm now feels chaotic. There’s a loudness to it that makes you want to scream, but you lay waiting for him to say something, anything, to break the noisy silence. You want him to laugh and say ‘April fools’, but April was months ago. You want him to say it was some sort of test, an experiment to see how you would react. Or some sort of joke he had come up with, a dare his friends had set him. Anything that meant the words weren’t true, because you can’t believe that the man that you are currently staring at, your fiancé, would ever be capable of doing the words he has just said. You were in love, weren’t you? The ring currently sat on your finger would at least imply that.

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yoongi in this sweater 😳

I believe in you Shae! You can kick this writers block booty! (For potential and hopeful inspiration- a snippet into the future for Snow King Tae and his queen? ❄️)

aww thank you, angel!! 💓 i loved this drabble idea and i think it came out really cute and soft so i hope you snow king fans all enjoy it!!! 🤧💞

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“What are you doing in here?” you asked as you came upon your husband Taehyung by himself late one night in your newborn baby’s nursery.

His bare hands rested against the intricately decorated wood of the bassinet, adorned with tiny icy trinkets made by Taehyung himself with his magic, and he gazed thoughtfully down at your peacefully sleeping child. He started at the sound of your voice, turning around to face you and immediately locking on your curious eyes.

“Darling,” he smiled warmly at the sight of you, keeping his voice low and gentle so as to not wake the baby. “I was only checking on him.”

“My love, you’ve checked on him a dozen times in the past hour alone.” You let out a soft laugh.

“I know that, but I... I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to make certain he was all right first.” He said with a conflicted expression, casting his eyes back down to where your son lay sweetly dreaming.

“I know that face,” you tutted, recognizing your husband’s intricate mannerisms from a mile off. “What’s troubling you?” you asked him directly.

“Do you... do you think I’ll make a good father?” he questioned, his gaze returning to you at last, only now it was clouded with deep uncertainty. “I’ve been worried since I didn’t exactly have the best experice with my own father that... I just don’t want to make the same mistakes.” He couldn’t seem to look you in the eye as he said this, bowing his head in shame, and you made your way over to him without hesitation, gently lifting up his chin until his eyes met yours again.

“Taehyung, you are not your father,” you firmly reminded him, cradling his face in your hands. “You are going to be a wonderful father to our son, I’m certain of it,” you assured him without a trace of doubt in your voice. You had no doubt to be spoken. You loved Taehyung more than anything and you had steadfast faith in him.

“You truly think so?” he replied, his face lighting up adorably at the certainty behind your words.

“I know so.” You nodded, grinning up at him.

He beamed back at you, and it was only mere moments before he was closing the small gap between your mouth and his own, leaning down to steal the sweetest of kisses from your lips.

“I love you,” he softly murmured once you’d parted for air, resting his forehead lovingly against yours. “You’re going to make such an amazing mother,” he happily declared in turn.

“I love you too,” you replied without hesitation, gazing down at your slumbering bundle of joy. “I’m so happy to be starting our little family.”

“Me too.” He joined you in cooing adoringly down at your son. “We’ve only just had our first child and already I am thinking of how nice it’d be to have more.” He chuckled, a playful smile sitting upon his lips. “How does 10 sound?”

“10?!” you whisper-exclaimed, your eyes going wide at your husband’s cute but very ambitious idea. “Let’s take it one at a time.” You chuckled.

“Fine,” he reluctantly coalesced, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tightly to him. He brought his lips up to your ear, his breath warm on your skin as he whispered to you; “Why don’t we get started on number 2?”

He lightly sank his teeth into your lobe, nibbling at it teasingly, and making you struggle to hold back your squeal of delight which would surely awaken your sleeping child. You could already feel yourself heating up at the mere sound of your husband’s proposal, and your leaned into his tender touches, his wide palms rubbing tempting circles across your trembling back.

You looked up into his glimmering sapphire eyes, a fire burning in them that was reflected in your own. “I’d like that.” You coyly replied.

The two of you grinned at one another, giving your son one last good once over to make sure he was still safely slumbering before slipping out of his nursery, and heading back to your own chambers, giggling madly as you went.

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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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