BTS Masterlist

BTS Masterlist

I’ve had a masterlist before but, I fucking suck at everything so I can’t find it, so here is a new one that I will hopefully not lose. 

also if any of these links don’t work, just send in an ask and tell me, I promise it won’t hurt my feelings

for my other fics that are not bts related pls click here

💛bangtan💛

. : reactions : . 

you’re being clingy/cuddly (hyung line) (maknae line)

they watch you do your makeup 

reaction to you having short hair

. : poly!bts : .

poly!namjin

life’s sweetest moments (ot7 x reader)

oh my god,,, you HAVE to be kidding with how ADORABLE this is!!!😆😆 uGH my heart,, this was just so cute wow

teacher’s pet xi

summary: saoirse opts to get you cocoa instead of coffee. and then some. pairing: professor!bill hader x student!reader (18+)  count: 6.3k+ (so buckle up)  warnings: teacher-student relationship, profanity, (friendly) idiot boys, drinking a/n: hader-hiatus has concluded! so please read… and please enjoy…part 11. 

parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - masterlist

Your muscles twitch, fingers pulling your blanket to clip at your chest. 

A faux-fire crackles on your TV, a candle is at your table-side and Saoirse skitters between couch and coffee table with a steaming mug of hot cocoa. She asks “Is hot chocolate fine? Instead of coffee?” and you nod with a tight smile. Now it’s here, and you cup your hands around its core.

It bites at your tongue, sizzles your taste-buds with a pain that’s bittersweet. 

Man, you miss the sun. 

Yet, your skin is tight and cold but your stomach burns with a bubbling swirl. A knot has settled at the top of your head, and pain pinches your temples. You sniffle but the gravelly sound agitates you more, and at a point you let everything fall into as uncomfortable of a place as it cares to.

“Hey,” Saoirse nudges you, “you have to tell me about it sometime,” she states.

She’s right, but with a click of her tongue, she leans back into the cushions and keeps quiet for now

Legs stretched out, she occupies herself by tapping the coffee table with her socked feet, feeling at the carved away wood courtesy of Pete’s picking.

Late, “I know,” you say.

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