Caution: Baby On Board

caution: baby on board

cemetery drive || jjk

⇢ summary: to see jeon jungkook and his doe-eyed smiling face, you would wait a million eternities. but this is the story of your life with him, of course: one single, tiny infinity. (ghost au; childhood friends to lovers au)

⇢ genre: fluff, angst

⇢ word count: 4.51k

⇢ warnings: mentions of death (since, you know, ghost au); alcohol; blood; swearing; brief suicidal ideation; sort of dubious self-harm by scratching; fire.

⇢ note: written in a 24 hour challenge because it is hard to write in mental fog & i miss someone, so. here this is. title from the song by my chemical romance.

[now]

Jungkook is sitting cross-legged on top of a gravestone when you see him for the first time in week, shimmering like he has been plucked straight out of a motion picture project sat down before you for no reason at all. He does not utter a word when you plop yourself down on the grass in front of him with a picnic basket, silent.

There is an inordinate amount of silence between the two of you as of late. Not the uncomfortable kind that strings out painfully and is far too hazy in all the wrong places. Just a kind that passes between you in waves of unspoken sentiment and solace and familiarity as though it is a fact that if you were to address the ever-present elephant in the room, this would perhaps dissipate entirely.

You don’t want this to dissipate entirely. Not now. Not ever. If you were to forget, you do not believe you could ever recover from the travesty of it again.

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i wish you'd write a fic where college!bts(or just college yoongi) are celebrating their anniversary and they talk about the moment they fell in love with each other

the first time i saw you + college!bangtan

“Remind me why I like you again?” you ask with crossed arms at Jin makes another belly flop into the pool. 

He emerges at the surface with his hair looking like it had melted against his head, “Because when you saw me on the diving board for the first time you said ‘Goddamn, what a living piece of art,’ over the loudspeaker.”

Your face feels like it’s on fire at the memory. Okay, maybe, you had volunteered to help out with university swim meets during preseason one year and that just happened to be the fateful year Seokjin decided to join the swim team. And perhaps you were in charge of calling out the swimmers’ names as the butterfly event was to take place, and you just might have said something mildly embarrassing about Jin over the loudspeaker. Maybe. 

“You said we weren’t going to bring that up!” 

Jin chuckles, floating on his back like the cocky bastard he is, “You asked, first, baby.”

“When did you start liking me?” you ask, curled up against Yoongi’s chest. 

“Freshman year when you did all the work for that geography project.” 

“Yoongi!” you hit his chest, his gummy smile emerging, “I’m serious!” 

He laughs sincerely, before answering again, “I think it was senior year of highschool,” he starts, “When you told me you were going to apply to school in Incheon. I thought about how far away that was and then I realized how much I’d miss having you around if you were gone.” 

“Really?” you ask, hardly able to contain your smile. Yoongi grins back at you and tightens his hold. 

“Nah, I was serious about the geography thing, you really saved my ass there.” 

“Min Yoongi!”

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“You don’t just like me because of that radio show I do with Yoongi-hyung, right?” 

“What, Hoseok, why would would you think that?” you look down at him. 

“The maknaes were saying something like that, dunno,” he shrugs. 

“While I do love your voice and listening to you and Yoongi for an hour every Friday does bring me immense joy,” you hear him chuckle in-between your words, “I actually started liking you when I saw you and Jimin dance together at the arts showcase last year.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you say, “Your dancing really captivated me.” 

“Aww,” he pinches your cheeks, much to your disdain, “You’re so cute!” 

“I love having a genius boyfriend during these desperate times of need,” you tease as Namjoon finishes explaining your calculus worksheet to you. 

He scoffs, “I knew you only liked me for my smarts.” 

“Please, I’ve liked you since before you got all smart,” you remind him, “And got that big head of yours.” 

“I was always smart, fuck you.”

“Oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow, “You call spilling grape juice on my all white dress because you tripped over your own two feet the first time you met smart? I can’t believe you literally fell in love with me.”

Namjoon shuts up and blushes at the memory, “Fuck you.”

“I love you, too,” you grin, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek, tapping the skin there after, “Now get back to talking, Professor Kim, this calculus isn’t going to teach itself.”

“You know,” Jimin starts, “I never thought you’d go out with me.”

“Why’s that?”

“I always knew I liked you, I knew that the moment I saw you,” he explains, “But I never thought you’d like me back. Honestly, I thought you’d end up with Hoseok-hyung.”

“Why wouldn’t I like you, Jiminie?” you ask, “You’re amazing.”

“I mean, I know that,” he gloats, “But, I don’t know. You always seemed too good to be true.”

“You’re so cute,” you grin, pecking his bottom lip, “If anything, you’re too good to be true.”

Jimin smiles, kissing you full-on this time, “We’ll then I guess that makes us the best.”

“Taehyung!” you cry out through a fit of giggles. He decides to have mercy on you, seizing the tickling to your sides in favor of cuddling into you.

“You suck,” you stick your tongue out at him, but he’s quick to respond and kisses you while you do so, “You’re so weird.”

“You love me, anyway,” he giggles, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You think back to when you first saw Taehyung; by looks of it, a six-foot-something guy walking nearly eight dogs through the middle of the campus quad is certainly not normal, but how could you not fall for someone who loves dogs enough to walk eight at a time?

Well, that and the fact that you were forced to spent the subsequent five hours in the emergency room with said guy after one of the dogs he was walking took a bite out of your leg.

But the good outweighs the bad, you supposed, because now you know that, turns out to be almost-six-foot guy to be Kim Taehyung and yes he is as strange as when you first saw him, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yeah, I do.” 

“Tall iced chai tea latte,” Jungkook calls out the order. He scans the relatively busy environment of the café until he sees a head making its way towards the counter.

“That’s me,” you say, giving him a friendly smile. But when Jungkook looks up at you, he’s too stunned to smile back. That’s strike one, because, fuck, you’re just about the prettiest person to ever walk into this shitty café.

He stares at you like a deer in headlights; there are a million things running through his head, ask her for her name, dumbass! cries the loudest of them all, but Jungkook has never really listened to inner-Jungkook well.

“Um, you’re kinda holding on tight,” you say. That’s when Jungkook notices that he’s still holding on to your drink, and dear god, your hand is touching his, and that’s strike two.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he sputters, letting go too quickly. He’s cute, you note, telling him it’s okay. You wave him goodbye, the notification from your phone alerting you that you have ten minutes until your next lecture.

It’s strike three when you turn around and he sees a familiar lapel pin of D.Va attached to your bag. And you know what they say: three strikes and you’re out.

“Jungkook, you good?” Seokjin asks, noticing his maknae staring at the door like a lost kitten. 

“Hyung, I think I’m in love.”

she is of crimson petals.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst, gore / vampire, hanahaki au

warnings: mentions of blood, death, and murder

word count: 1,559

description: The Hanahaki Disease is an illness where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. + “It reminded me of you.”

Taehyung had seen enough red in his lifetime to fill the Mississippi, the bloody current carrying the endless stream of bodies down the river of his past. They drifted in mangled pieces of splintered limbs and tattered flesh, the water unable to submerge the vast quantity of his indiscretions. His years of ripping and raging proved to be too much for the great river, even in the metaphorical confinements of his head it seemed. They littered the washed up crevices of his mind, tainting the cerulean memories that reminded him of the few good moments of his last two-hundred and eighty-seven years.

Of course, Taehyung had never been one for remorse in these types of situations. Once he was turned, his conscious took a backseat, so much so that he couldn’t even remember the disposition he’d wielded as a human. He imagined that he must’ve been the same cold-hearted, apathetic, monster that he was today. To him body count was a number on a similar wavelength to temperature, throw-away information that was constantly changing, just in Taehyung’s case it was only moving in the upward direction. His killings may have slowed since that first century or so thanks to a certain friend, but relapses were inevitable. Every couple of decades he found himself once again being consumed by the insatiable lust of his instincts, the water dragging him down the river, his bodies in tow.

That was just who Taehyung was; a killer.

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— BUZZED, 1 (m.)

pairing; taehyung/reader genre; f2l au, smut words; 6,848 rating; explicit

— synopsis; maybe ordering a vibrator and letting your best friend open your mail wasn’t such a great idea.

contents; sex toys, multiple orgasms, tipsy taehyung, fingering, dirty talk, phone sex (sort of), dom!taehyung, oral (f receiving).

— chapters; one | two

You stared at your laptop’s screen, gnawing on your bottom lip as you debated whether or not to purchase the item on the page.

Utimi Upgraded Silicone 10 Speed Vibrator. $19.78 + free shipping.

You crossed your ankles and tapped your fingers against the desk you were seated at, still mulling over this decision. Did you really want to spend almost $20 on a vibrator when your hand could clearly do the trick?

It started a few nights ago, when you’d gone over to your friend’s apartment for a wine night. A few of your close friends had gotten tipsy, and eventually—somehow—the conversation had dipped into sex. The friends hosting the get together gushed about how amazing their boyfriends were in bed, and you sat quietly while listening to a few others pipe up about their partners’ unsatisfactory performance.

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urs (m)

seokjin’s been dreaming of this moment for so long…

pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings | smut and too much fluff for my heart to handle. p.s. this is 100% pbn seokjin and his gf’s first time together words | 4,856

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