His Love In Two Lines

His Love in two lines

✑Pairing: Idol dilf! Taehyung X Pregnant milf! Reader

  OR:   OLI2L! Taehyung x OLI2L! Reader 

✑ Genre: fluffy fluffy, tae says yn is wifey for lifey awww :( 

✑Warnings: pregnancy, crying, insecure reader, insecurity from pregnancy, a swear word or two, body image issues

✑ Words: 1K

☞ Summary:  The mother of his child, his beautiful girlfriend, the love of his life; all portrayed through his rose coloured lenses. 

♡  this is a sequel to Our Love in two lines!  you can also read this as a stand alone fic!    

also read the prequel Her Love in two lines!  

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

also, thank you so much @softbobamilktae ​ for being the sweetest and supporting me thus far. You don’t know how much this means to me <3 so this a little, tiny present for u <333333 A taglist for this will be prepared shortly when i release the series

Taehyung was seated beside you on the fluffy brown couch. Your head rested on the broad expanse of his chest as his slender fingers twirled your hair around. He always adored your hair, soft and silky, pleasing to touch. As your body moved from on top of his, he could see the subtle but noticeable changes you have started to acquire. Your skin was a lot more shiny than usual, a pearlescent glow glittered on your supple flesh. The swell of your breasts had increased, more round and soft- so much so that it stretched the white tank top you wore.  Your hips also started to widen, another prominent sign of pregnancy, you were five months into your pregnancy after all. 

The more his eyes lingered over you, the more his heart swirled in joy. Every single day he woke up to the thought of you, his beautiful beautiful girlfriend who was nurturing his beautiful child. 

Although in his eyes, you were the living embodiment of natural perfection, he couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t feel the same content happiness that he did. You got up from his lap to sit beside him with an apologetic grin, “Sorry, I must be pretty heavy, right? I’ll sit here, easier for the both of us.” 

A sharp slap onto his face. That's how it felt at least when you called yourself heavy and meant it as a burden. Your eyes were anywhere but his face. 

To him, this was unacceptable! Someone as ethereal as you should not worry if she gained weight, you were carrying another human inside you for heaven's sake. A child. His love and yours. A frown crept up to his face as he studied your mannerism more. You didn’t seem confident. 

“Babe…” he called out. 

You just hummed in response but didn't bother to look back at him.

“Baby,” he called out again, this time voice dropping a few octaves. 

“Y/n…look at me. Talk to me, please?” 

“What do you want me to say, Tae?” 

“Tell me what's wrong, you’ve been getting real quiet these days. And what's wrong with you getting a ‘lil heavy, hm? You are carrying a whole human inside of you, Love.” 

“I-I of course I love it that I’m carrying this little bean inside of me but- Nevermind. You’ll think I’m stupid.” 

“We’re both stupid, two stupids cancel each other out. Now, tell me, what’s up?” 

“It’s just that,” your eyes fluttered down to your growing baby bump and your thighs. “I’ve gained a lot of weight and I-I- just think, maybe you won’t find me attractive- oh god! I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” 

His eyes widened, like a kicked puppy. You thought he would find you unattractive?! His brows furrowed and his lips turned into a scowl. How could he be so unaware of your insecurities? 

“No-no Y/n, please, tell me, why? Why do you think I'll find you unattractive or- just what made you come to this conclusion in general?” 

Your eyes lowered even further in embarrassment, before your fingers fidgeted with themselves. “I- there was this article I saw Amy read and she showed it to me-”

“Y/n, fuck Amy and her business insider article, why would you believe in that type of shit?”

Her eyes wavered and her lips quivered before she released a sob. His eyes widened and he felt his heart crack. Did he really make you cry? 

This demeanor was so unlike you. You, the ever so confident persona with her bold smile and heart of gold. Taehyung had rarely ever seen you be so worried about your looks and let alone be so insecure with yourself. 

“Oh-oh babe, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to be so harsh. C'mon’ tell me, love. Shout, scream, whatever you want but just tell me, okay? Why do you feel like I’d find you any less beautiful when you are here doing the job of a god, creating a child, loving me!” 

Your sobs grew louder as you waddled your small figure closer to Taehyungs, supple breasts pressed against his own chest as you brought your arms around his waist. “I don’t know what happened to me, I’ve never felt like this. I don’t know why I ever thought like this, Tae.”

“Mhm, baby you are the most beautiful thing in the world, did you know that?” 

“Tell me more..” 

“You are such a goddess in my eyes you know? The most powerful goddess, striving in life, creating art. Birthing art, loving art,”

“And your ass may have gotten even better over the past few months-”

“Hey!”

“Kidding’ Kiddin- or am I?”

“Taeee” you whined, nose scrunching as you smiled over his face and giggled. 

Seeing your giggle, he smiled wider. He’d do anything to keep you smiling, just the way you are. Perfect. 

Your frail body rocked back and forth on your king-sized bed, tired eyes on the brink of sleep. Your little daughter was wrapped in a pink fluffy blanket that draped over your lower thigh as Taehyung kept stirring the baby formula in a bowl. 

The eight-month-old little angel in your arm was like a pocket sized firecracker, went off at the most inconvenient of times, and was loud. Oh was this little bean loud when she didn’t get it her way It all made her even more endearing. Taehyung thinks their daughter got her personality from you. Little but fierce. 

The colour underneath his feline-esque eyes were turning dark, these past few months were a literal experience. Raising a little baby girl was no joke, you both knew that. He still found it so endearing how you took care of their child even while being so tired from the pregnancy and worked to your fullest. He too was giving his best, taking a break from his singing career for a few months to help you out, which you gladly appreciated. 

Even with his eye sockets almost popping out he still glanced at you with an exhausted smile. His lips were barely curving upwards but he still managed and held your hand ever so slightly. “Y/n, remember when I said you were so powerful, so beautiful? I mean it all. Look at you…my perfect, powerful, brave, my wifey for lifey…” 

Before you could even respond, his head crashed on the pillow behind him, he was fast asleep already. With a small chuckle, you leaned over to give him a small peck. His snoring proved that he was way past beyond the human world and drifted into “TaeTae dream land” (as you called it.) You covered him with a nearby blanket before rocking your baby once again. 

@youmistme​ 

@softbobamilktae​

a/n: finally! this series drabble thing is over <3 I will add smaller drabbles in this little universe of dilf tae and milf yn! 

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I'm taking a few days extra to finish this, I'm sorry to keep you waiting a bit longer! the overwhelming response this teaser got made me want to give a well-polished fic!

love love,

Mist

Red Like You. Red For You. (teaser)

prompt: Taehyung loves to draw nose bleeds ;)

☞ Pairing: Yandere nerd! Taehyung X Cheerleader! OC (Valentine Red) 

☞ this is just a TEASER!

☞ TW: dark themes, mention of blood-like substance, yandere. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

☞ Blurb: Taehyung’s favorite colour is red. He loves red, red like the blood that drips from your bruised nose to the supple and soft flesh of your lips and lastly falling to your chin. He’ll caress your chin with a sneer. Amusement floats in his eyes as his grip on your chin tightens. He adores it when the blood leaking from your nose drips down to your lips, especially when he smears it all over your face. Your pretty face painted red. Red like love. Red like lust. Red like you. 

He loves Valentine Red. 

♡ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

from the eyes of Valentine Red.

I’d always wondered how the status quo in our school really affected the pupils in it. From the emo-punk kids who sat near the school backyard listening to rock music or the art students who carried a sharpened graphite 2B pencil near their ear and drew on any possible surface which could retain pencil marks. The status quo never changed, the emo kids stayed emo, athlete jocks stayed the same (meaning head in the clouds, muscle pigs), the popular trios were just as posh as their parents wealthy black cards were. 

Of course, I was also part of the said status quo, I’d say even though I did not fit in the stereotypical bubblegum-pink-sugary cheerleader persona, i was close by. The nerds were as one would guess, nerdy. Shy, quiet and reserved. 

It was also a bit unsusal for us of different friendgroups to make acquaintances with people of other friend groups. That didn’t stop me from befriending Kim Taehyung. 

He was an unusually quiet, nerdy guy who sat beside me in calculus class. His round black rimmed glasses sat far away from the bridge of his nose and close to the tip of it as he lost himself in solving yet another equation. Although, he, for an unknown reason ditched his nerdy group of friends to sit beside me all this semester, I didn’t mind. He was soft-spoken, a deep but gentle curve to his words as he spoke in heavy english. His oversized sweaters were a few sizes too big to be considered fashionable but he managed to look adorable in them. His hair was matted, choppy bangs that covered the front of his eyes, yet he refused to trim them short. Pretty lean himself, standing a good 176 cm for a seventeen year old. 

I’d see his shadow tower over mine every time we walked back from calculus to our next class, he didn’t sit beside me then. He’d simply follow me inside the class and sit far away. 

He was never late to class, his clothes were always neat and ironed unlike his hair. 

He had an interesting juxtaposition, a neat and tidy topper student with messy hair who stuttered whenever he spoke. Without batting an eye I could tell it was him who’d sit beside me, the lingering smell of iron mixed with an oversaturation of pine wood cologne was a giver. It was an odd combination. No matter how much he’d put on that heavenly pine wood, the metallic smell beneath his clothes found their way to me. 

I never asked him about it. 

His face was always glistening, like he’d come from an intense workout every morning and after lunch too. I’d lean in closer to examine his face and the pungent smell of iron hit me again. I notice his nose was always red, like he’d constantly rub it to the point it bled. 

I never asked him about it. 

I once caught him aggressively rubbing something off of his hands before art class, his skin was a vermilion red. He said it was paint. I smiled and nodded, not before taking note of the same metallic pine-wood smell. The sleeves of his white sweater was awfully muddy, red paint chipped off from the ends. I never asked him about it. 

I never asked him why he gave me an intense look when i cut my hand accidentally, use his sweater to wipe it off and never clean it. Why he didn’t interact with me outside of calc. Class or why that paint he had on his clothes often looked so strikingly similar to blood. 

Red blood like the colour of my lips, red blood like his wrists. Red blood like my name, red blood like the game he played. 

Fic release : April end ‘22 to early may ‘22

Taglist; if you want to be added to the taglist, Ask me, DM me, Comment! 

A/N: after a month over due, it’s finally here, Loves. Don’t you want Tae to love you and paint you red? He’ll make you the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He just loves Red on red. 

@youmistme

Red Like You. Red For You. (teaser)

prompt: Taehyung loves to draw nose bleeds ;)

☞ Pairing: Yandere nerd! Taehyung X Cheerleader! OC (Valentine Red) 

☞ this is just a TEASER!

☞ TW: dark themes, mention of blood-like substance, yandere. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

☞ Blurb: Taehyung’s favorite colour is red. He loves red, red like the blood that drips from your bruised nose to the supple and soft flesh of your lips and lastly falling to your chin. He’ll caress your chin with a sneer. Amusement floats in his eyes as his grip on your chin tightens. He adores it when the blood leaking from your nose drips down to your lips, especially when he smears it all over your face. Your pretty face painted red. Red like love. Red like lust. Red like you. 

He loves Valentine Red. 

♡ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

from the eyes of Valentine Red.

I’d always wondered how the status quo in our school really affected the pupils in it. From the emo-punk kids who sat near the school backyard listening to rock music or the art students who carried a sharpened graphite 2B pencil near their ear and drew on any possible surface which could retain pencil marks. The status quo never changed, the emo kids stayed emo, athlete jocks stayed the same (meaning head in the clouds, muscle pigs), the popular trios were just as posh as their parents wealthy black cards were. 

Of course, I was also part of the said status quo, I’d say even though I did not fit in the stereotypical bubblegum-pink-sugary cheerleader persona, i was close by. The nerds were as one would guess, nerdy. Shy, quiet and reserved. 

It was also a bit unsusal for us of different friendgroups to make acquaintances with people of other friend groups. That didn’t stop me from befriending Kim Taehyung. 

He was an unusually quiet, nerdy guy who sat beside me in calculus class. His round black rimmed glasses sat far away from the bridge of his nose and close to the tip of it as he lost himself in solving yet another equation. Although, he, for an unknown reason ditched his nerdy group of friends to sit beside me all this semester, I didn’t mind. He was soft-spoken, a deep but gentle curve to his words as he spoke in heavy english. His oversized sweaters were a few sizes too big to be considered fashionable but he managed to look adorable in them. His hair was matted, choppy bangs that covered the front of his eyes, yet he refused to trim them short. Pretty lean himself, standing a good 176 cm for a seventeen year old. 

I’d see his shadow tower over mine every time we walked back from calculus to our next class, he didn’t sit beside me then. He’d simply follow me inside the class and sit far away. 

He was never late to class, his clothes were always neat and ironed unlike his hair. 

He had an interesting juxtaposition, a neat and tidy topper student with messy hair who stuttered whenever he spoke. Without batting an eye I could tell it was him who’d sit beside me, the lingering smell of iron mixed with an oversaturation of pine wood cologne was a giver. It was an odd combination. No matter how much he’d put on that heavenly pine wood, the metallic smell beneath his clothes found their way to me. 

I never asked him about it. 

His face was always glistening, like he’d come from an intense workout every morning and after lunch too. I’d lean in closer to examine his face and the pungent smell of iron hit me again. I notice his nose was always red, like he’d constantly rub it to the point it bled. 

I never asked him about it. 

I once caught him aggressively rubbing something off of his hands before art class, his skin was a vermilion red. He said it was paint. I smiled and nodded, not before taking note of the same metallic pine-wood smell. The sleeves of his white sweater was awfully muddy, red paint chipped off from the ends. I never asked him about it. 

I never asked him why he gave me an intense look when i cut my hand accidentally, use his sweater to wipe it off and never clean it. Why he didn’t interact with me outside of calc. Class or why that paint he had on his clothes often looked so strikingly similar to blood. 

Red blood like the colour of my lips, red blood like his wrists. Red blood like my name, red blood like the game he played. 

Fic release : early may ‘22

Taglist; if you want to be added to the taglist, Ask me, DM me, Comment! 

A/N: after a month over due, it’s finally here, Loves. Don’t you want Tae to love you and paint you red? He’ll make you the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He just loves Red on red. 

@youmistme

i swear to my neighbors dog and her broken teeth if this fanfic or any from OLI2L DISAPPEARS LIKE THE HOW TTCOOS DID THEN THERE WILL BE ARSON

Our Love in two lines

✑Pairing: Idol Boyfriend! Taehyung X Pregnant artist! Reader

✑ Genre: Angst and fluff (beginning has some angst.)

✑Warnings: pregnancy, crying, thoughts of breakup.

✑ Words: 2.5K

☞ Summary: Taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. You get pregnant unexpectedly, why don’t his emotions come rushing through as usual? 

prequel- Her Love in two lines  

read the sequel too! His Love in two lines

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Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

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