The Stork [single Mom!reader X Jin]

The Stork [single mom!reader x jin]

For a very beloved lady who is going to be a wonderful mom no matter what. I hope this helps you pass the time and make you smile. I didn’t proofread it because I just really wanted to post it so you could have this!!! I love you both so much. <3333333

Rated T for a bunch of comforting, nice, fluffy stuff with some adult tinges. Word count 4.5k.

[ recommended listening: married life by michael giacchino ]

Car rides tend to be what calms most infants down, but you don’t have a car. You have your legs, and public transportation, and a park just down the way that holds a bench by a lake where you can just hear the soft music of the carousel nearby humming over the babbling of the ducks. They’re almost always nibbling at bread and toting around their own offspring (though theirs follow them in messy, zig-zagged lines while your own little bundle is less agile, more soft fussy lump kept cradled in a wrap).

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Untimely Confessions

word count: 5,507 note: neighbor au w/ seokjin. that is all.

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Two Opposite Poles / Yoongi

Pairing: slytherin yoongi x hufflepuff reader

Word count: 4.9k

Description: Everyone knew that you and Yoongi were completely different. You were a social butterfly with a bubbly personality. He, on the other side, was an introvert who was talented at intimidating everyone, which is the main reason you didn’t want to come in contact with a person like him. Though after the black-haired boy gets hit by a bludger, you begin to think that opposite poles might be able to attract.

A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first ever au posted here! I usually write for myself and never post any of my work, but I’ve been so obsessed with bts x harry potter lately, and after reading a couple of aus I’ve decided to write some myself ;-; I hope you like it! If I make mistakes, please forgive me, as English is not my first language.

P.S: I forgot to save the changes for the draft and lost a good amount of this and almost started crying :’)

Just a teeny tiny bit…

You carefully took a bite out of your energy bar under your desk, praying to God that Professor McGonagall won’t see you. Lunch was just ‘round the corner, but you didn’t get to eat much at breakfast, and your stomach couldn’t take it anymore. So you took an energy bar out of your bag and started munching slowly.

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bad boys bring it to you

header credits go to valerie @taendrils !!

pairing: tattoo artist!yoongi /reader warnings: choking, praise kink, dirty talk genre: pwp, smut words: 7.1k

Friends are useless.

You finally learn the truth behind these words when Taehyung and Hoseok corner you after work an unsuspecting Tuesday afternoon, smiles much too wide to mean anything good.

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IM CURRENTLY SO ADDICTED TO THIS

Flower Masterpost

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

; Warnings: Depression, anxiety, self-loathing, lack of self-esteem, oral sex (receiving and giving), penetrative sex, fingering, kink exploration, anal, bondage, blindfold

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

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Oblivious

The star Quidditch player confesses to you– but he’s joking, right?

Request: Hey! I absolutely love your Harry Potter Au’s!!! If your still cool with doing requests, would you please do one with Taehyung as like a really popular bad boy kinda quidditch player who has always had a crush on the reader but she’s super oblivious to it and then one day he just lowkey snaps at her not realising and sneaks into the common room to confess to her so she gets the message? Sorry if that’s too much or too confusing! Goodluck with your study and stuff btw ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Pairing: Hufflepuff!Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 3k

Genre: Fluff

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“Win us the Cup, Taehyungie!” Hoseok yells as the team leaves the common room. He turns to you. “Aren’t you going to watch the game?”

“Why? You’ve enough house spirit for the both of us,” you reply.

“Y/n,” Hoseok whines. “Don’t you want to see the team? Taehyung is gonna kill it, I’m sure he’d appreciate the support.”

“That guy is the opposite of a good Hufflepuff,” you sniff, dipping your quill into the inkwell. “He’s so full of himself that there’s no room for anyone else. How can I cheer him on when he’s that smug?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Y/n, you know I love you, but sometimes you can be so clueless.”

“Huh? Did you say something?”

“Y/n~” he tugs at your arm. “Let’s go watch the game. If you’re there I’ll bet you anything that Hufflepuff wins.”

“What makes you think that?”

Hoseok winks. “You’ll see. Pretty please?” he bats his lashes comically and you can’t help but laugh.

“Alright, just because I love you.”

“I love you too, bestie.”

You rise and follow him, putting your letters aside. Even before you near the pitch you can hear the roar of the students, and one chant in particular stands out:

“Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung! Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung!”

You sigh. Hufflepuff was usually last place to win the Quidditch Cup, but ever since Taehyung became Chaser and then captain in fifth year, the team’s been winning game after game. Which is great, of course, and you’re glad for all your friends and housemates. But Kim Taehyung has always frustrated you: he doesn’t just like winning, he loves it, and not just in quidditch. You know of more than a few stories of his romantic escapades: Just last week you heard some students gossiping about him and that fifth year Slytherin, Jeon Jungkook. The week before that, it was Mina, the Gryffindor. And the week before that… well, you could go on. You’re not usually one to listen to baseless rumors, but Taehyung has never tried to deny them and he’s just so frustrating…

You’d never say anything, of course. You’ve always prided yourself on being a good Hufflepuff: if the stereotype is to be kind, why wouldn’t you adhere to it?

You make your way up to the stands, easily spotting your best friend: Hoseok is decked out in all yellow and combined with his blinding smile he really looks brighter than the sun.

“You came!”

“I said I would,” you remind him.

“Brilliant, we’re sure to win now,” Hoseok says, scanning the pitch.

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“You’ll see.”

The players file onto the pitch, bright yellow and red robes flapping in the breeze.

“So we’re playing Gryffindor?” you shout over the cheering crowds.

“Yeah, and if we win this we’re first in the running for the Quidditch Cup,” Hoseok yells in reply.

You zero in on Taehyung. Of course he’s clutching a sleek broom, and when he waves at the stands the Hufflepuffs roar in approval.

You see his eyes sweep the stands, and when his gaze lands on you– surely you’re mistaken– he… grins?

“Why’s he looking at me?” you ask Hoseok. “Or am I going crazy?”

“Just watch the game, y/n.”

At the referee’s whistle, the teams mount their brooms and soar into the air.

“And they’re off,” you recognize the voice of Min Yoongi, one of your Slytherin friends.

“Yoongi is commentating?” you ask, tearing your gaze from the pitch. “Who in their right mind made that call?”

“What do you mean?”

You raise an eyebrow at Hoseok. “Have you ever talked to Yoongi?”

“Not really.”

You grin. “This’ll be fun.”

“Hufflepuff beater Kim Seokjin blocks Gryffindor chaser Kim Namjoon, letting captain Kim Taehyung take control of the quaffle, not that Seokjin has to do anything but blow a kiss to keep Namjoon from moving.”

Beside you, Hoseok laughs at Yoongi’s narration. Your eyes, though, are trained on Taehyung– he’s leaning forward to pour on speed as he weaves in and out of the Gryffindor chasers and beaters, effortlessly avoiding collisions while clutching the quaffle under his arm. You unconsciously lean forward as the Hufflepuffs take up the chant once more: “Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung! Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung!”

Taehyung feints to one side and dives to the other as the Gryffindor keeper reaches for the quaffle, missing by mere inches as it sails through the middle hoop.

You join your friends in cheering, but the game doesn’t slow down: the points and plays and fouls are constant and fast-paced. Occasionally Taehyung takes a break to flash a box-shaped grin at the Huffepuffs, and you’re sure once you caught him looking at you.

Within half an hour the game is over: Gryffindor catches the snitch, but Hufflepuff scores enough points that even losing the snitch wins Hufflepuff the game. Taehyung scores most of the points, and you grudgingly have to acknowledge that he isn’t all talk.

As soon as the game is over, rather than land with the rest of the team Taehyung directs his broom and flies right up to the commentator’s box amid gasps and murmurs of shock.

“What’s he doing?” you hiss.

“Dunno,” Hoseok replies. “Talking to the Slytherin, looks like– what?” After exchanging words Yoongi hands his microphone to Taehyung, who holds it triumphantly.

“Hey everyone! I don’t want to take too much of your time. First, congratulations to the Gryffindors for a great game!”

And back to the snobby Taehyung you know and dislike.

“Secondly, I want to dedicate this win, and all of my wins, to the most amazing girl I know.”

The crowd ripples with scandalized oohs, and you roll your eyes. He’s so desperate for attention that he’s willing to pull this type of spectacle?

“Y/n l/n, this is for you!”

…

Y/n.exe has stopped working. At least that’s what it feels like when as one, everyone in the stands swivels to look at you.

“Wow, that’s definitely flashier than I thought…” you hear Hoseok murmur beside you. Already you can here whispers of gossip, with your name scattered here and there. It’s your worst nightmare– everyone is looking at you, they probably think you’re enjoying it, that you’re selfish enough to enjoy the spotlight…

“I’ll see you back in the common room, Hobi,” you manage, running out of the crowd and across the lawn so fast you may as well have Apparated.

You burst into the common room, panting, your mind still racing.

“So, what did you think?”

You practically jump out of your skin. “Merlin!” Taehyung chuckles, sat in the big armchair near the fireplace, still shiny with sweat. “Nope, just me.”

“How did you get here?”

“I flew. I have the new Supernova 4000, dunno if you’ve heard of it?”

The fastest racing broom on the market? Yeah, you’ve heard of it. “Why did you do that?”

Taehyung shrugs. “I like you.”

“Like you’ve liked every other person you’ve been with?” you gnash your teeth. “I’m not some toy, Taehyung. I’m a real person with real feelings, and I’m not interested in players.”

Taehyung laughs. “So it’s because I’m a player? That’s what you’ve heard?”

“That, and I don’t see how someone like you would actually have feelings for me.” There, that’s the kindest way of putting it. “Taehyung, you don’t like me, you just like the show.”

“But I do like you,” Taehyung says earnestly. “I like you so much, I wanted to tell the whole school.”

“Look, Taehyung, I don’t know if you did this on a dare or what, but it’s fine,” you tell him. “We can put this behind us and I’ll forget it ever happened.”

“But–” Taehyung clucks his tongue in exasperation. “I do like you, y/n, what can I do to convince you?”

“Kim Taehyung, this joke is going too far,” you reply indignantly. You’ve reached the end of your patience; what more does he want from you?

“I’m going to get back to my letters now,” you tell him. “Why don’t you practice on your Supernova? Better yet, find some girl– or guy– who buys your confessions, because I don’t.”

Taehyung visibly wilts, but a cocky smile stays glued on his face. “Maybe I will, because it looks like I’m getting nowhere fast.”

“Did you expect anything different?” “Nah, you’re stubborn.” Taehyung winks. “It’s one of the things I like about you.”

“You– ugh!” you throw your hands in the air and stride back to your table in the corner, settling yourself down with a huff.

After a few minutes of silence, Taehyung gets up and makes for the doorway. Wait, so that’s it?

“Where are you going?” you blurt out.

He glances at you over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go seduce some hapless Ravenclaw, since I’m such a player.”

“Well… good,” you reply hesitantly. You’re not surprised, are you? “Have fun. Consent is key.”

Taehyung scoffs and then he’s gone. A few seconds later, Hoseok pops in.

“Hey! How’d it go?”

“What do you mean– wait, you knew about this?”

Hobi shrugs. “The only person that didn’t know how crazy Taehyung is about you was you, y/n.”

“Is everyone in this school insane?” you stand and begin pacing. “We’re exact opposites. He’s in a new relationship every other day, and he’s so dramatic and self-centered and I’m…” you search for the term. “I’ve tried so hard to embody the perfect Hufflepuff. Falling for Taehyung– falling for empty words– goes against everything I want to be.”

Hoseok is quiet for a moment. “What does being a Hufflepuff mean to you?”

“J-just being nice!” you sputter. “Hufflepuffs are kind, and patient, and loyal and protective. I don’t hurt anyone’s feelings, Hoseok, but the way Taehyung is acting means he could. What if I did like him?” you’re arguing a point, you’re sure, you just don’t know what point yet.

“If I liked him and we started dating and he dumped me for the next thing with lips, that would hurt me!”

“So… do you like him?”

You roll your eyes and pick up your quill, settling back at the table. You’re determined to finish your letters by tonight.

“Y/n, you didn’t answer,” Hoseok sings.

“Questions like that don’t deserve answers,” you sigh, and Hoseok gasps in mock anguish.

“Is this what a proper Hufflepuff would do?”

You rub your temples before turning towards your friend with a sweet smile. “No, Hobi, I feel absolutely nothing for Kim Taehyung.”

Hobi eyes you for a moment. “Nice. Now tell me the truth.” He laughs and pokes your arm with his wand. “You’re a terrible liar, y/n.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Uh-huh,” Hoseok says, unimpressed. “Work on your letters, yeah? I’m gonna head to the library, Seokjin’s helping me with my essay.”

“Ah, okay. I’ll see you at dinner.”

Alone in the common room, you shake your head to clear your thoughts. Of course Taehyung doesn’t like you– he’s just a drama queen, and he’s distracting you from your work.

Two hours later, you’ve finished letters to your parents, siblings, and all your friends outside of Hogwarts– you have pen pals from Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny, and Durmstrang. Keeping up with them all is difficult yet rewarding, so that by dinnertime you’re starving but happy.

“Have I mentioned that I love weekends?” Hoseok says as you settle in the Great Hall. “So flexible.”

You smile brightly. “I totally agree, but I love our classes as well.”

“Even Potions?”

You smirk. “Sure, I’m one of the non-Slytherins that Professor Snape actually tolerates.”

Hoseok laughs. “Well, you’re not wrong.”

He’s about to say something else when his eyes catch something behind you. “Kim Taehyung at eleven o’ clock.”

You swivel around in time to see Taehyung swagger in, trailed by two smitten Ravenclaws. Of course.

“How does he do that?” Hoseok wonders aloud. “Do you think he could teach me?”

“Who knows?” you say, turning back and biting with more ferocity than you intended into a piece of bread. “But at least he got over his imaginary crush quick.”

Hoseok sighs. “Y’know, I think you’ve got it wr– what the heck?”

You raise your eyes at your friend’s exclamation and your jaw drops. There’s a shoe in your quinoa. Inside the shoe is a foot and attached to the foot is a person and that person is– yep. Kim Taehyung is standing in your dinner.

“What are you doing?” you hiss. “Taehyung, get down!”

He ignores you, instead knocking his wand on the glass in his hand to quiet the room. The glass promptly turns into a small armadillo and scuttles away.

“Let it be known,” he announces loudly, as dignified as one can be with quinoa in their sock, “that I like y/n l/n.” he looks down at you. “Y/n, will you go out with me?”

You sigh in exasperation as some Gryffindors hoot and whistle. This joke is going a bit far.

“You know, I’ve suddenly lost my appetite,” you tell Hoseok, rising from the table. “I’m just gonna go to bed.”

“Er… alright,” Hoseok says, glancing upwards at Taehyung, who’s still on the table and wearing a hopeful expression. You pointedly ignore him– he’s caused you so much embarrassment, and all for some stupid prank. You stride out of the Great Hall amid laughs and whispers and descend into the Hufflepuff common room. As usual it’s deserted and you sink into a cushy armchair, feeling about fifty years older. What is he thinking?

You take several deep breaths in order to relax, each time noticing a comforting cinnamon scent. Since when has Professor Sprout added scents to the furniture?

“Hey.”

“Ah!” you jump at the disturbance, pressing your lips together when you notice the familiar head of hair belonging to Hufflepuff’s star quidditch player. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets.

“Taehyung,” you breathe. “What do you need?”

He opens his mouth as though to speak before changing his mind.

“You. I need you, y/n,” he says eventually, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve tried everything, and if this doesn’t work I’m really going to give up.”

“Wh-what?”

Taehyung plops down on the chair across from you. “I’ve liked you– loved you, really– since fourth year.”

“I appreciate you trying to make this more believable, but–“

Taehyung curses. “It’s not a lie. Why can’t you understand?”

“You hook up with a different student every other week, Taehyung,” you reply, your cheeks burning at his confession. “You don’t actually like me–“

He surprises you by suddenly rising and striding across the room to grip both of your hands in his, his gaze boring into you.

“Have you ever talked to any of those students?”

“J-Jungkook,” you stammer. “He said that you two were flirting and I know you spent the night in the Slytherin dormitory.

Taehyung snorts and sits back. “Yeah, because Kook was freaking out about a Herbology exam and I pulled an all-nighter to help him study.”

“What?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Y/n, I swear on my life that I’ve never so much as kissed anyone.”

“B-but you’re so cocky–“

“Does that make me a bad person?” Taehyung chuckles. “Come on, y/n, do you really hate me for it?”

“Well, no. I don’t hate anyone,” you tell him. “But standing on the table like you did was crazy.”

“Yeah, Sprout gave me a week’s detention for it,” Taehyung says with a shrug.

“Why did you do it?”

“Y/n, I’ve been flirting shamelessly with you since fourth year, and Hoseok told me yesterday that you still didn’t have a clue, so I went big. Then you don’t believe me after the quidditch game. I’m really at the end of my rope here, so I’m just gonna say one thing and leave.” He looks deep into your eyes. “You are the snarkiest, kindest, most thoughtful, most oblivious, funniest person I have ever met, and I love you for it. Call me a player; say whatever you want but just… tell me if I have a chance.” He stands up and paces, just like you do when there’s too much on your mind.

“If you know that there’s no hope, no way that you could ever like a guy like me…” he takes a deep breath and nods. “Yeah, obviously that’s fine, and I swear I won’t bother you again.”

You open and close your mouth silently as the realization crashes into like a tsunami.

“It… wait, you– what?”

Taehyung counts on his fingers. “The game. Afterwards. And then dinner. Everything I said was true.” He laughs. “I can’t begin to tell you how frustrating it was to try to confess– I didn’t figure you might not believe me.”

“Well, how could I?” you cry. “Why would you actually like me when you’re so out of my league?”

“I’m out of your league?” Taehyung asks, bewildered. “Are you kidding? You’re out of my league, and that’s an understatement. Still,” he puts a hand on your knee and the contact makes your heart skip a beat. “I think this is worth it. Do you?”

And your heart is thumping, thumping so loudly it drowns out all common sense so that you feel no hesitation whatsoever when you nod at him, and Taehyung’s entire face lights up and he laughs, a bright, euphoric laugh that loosens every bit of tension you’ve been holding. It’s a laugh that’s acceptant of all your imperfections, a laugh that makes you stumble forward and wrap your arms around him.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, his lips barely brushing your ear. “I didn’t mean to pressure you, you’re just so damn oblivious–”

You lean back enough to look him in the eye. “Oh, sure, I may have been oblivious, but any more stunts like that and I’ll find someone else to be oblivious about.”

Taehyung raises his hands in surrender. “Yes, ma’am. No more stunts.”

“So…” you fidget, knotting your fingers together. “What now?” 

He laughs. “Want to come down to the quidditch pitch with me before it gets dark? You can try flying on the Supernova and y/n, I swear to you it’s the most incredible feeling–”

You smile, taking his offered hand and standing. This… this feels right. 

A/N: Hiya! Thanks for reading. I really enjoyed this prompt, and while I think I modified it a bit I hope I still did it justice. My inbox is always open, and feedback is welcome and appreciated.