#child!yoongi

[magicshop]

it's burning up

[rjshope]

Taehyung in pink flower shirt

for @cordiallyfuturedwight🌸

+bonus: Daegu boys

[wastingmylifesecondatatime]

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[pascaloverx]

OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter eight

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Notes:

Trigger Warning: Grief, loss of a child. Lots of angst in this chapter guys, be prepared.

PREVIOUS FINAL

You had never imagined what it would be like to have a child. Not before seeing a positive pregnancy test shortly after breaking up with the potential love of your life. The funny thing is, you thought that breaking up with him would be incredibly painful. It actually took you two weeks to gather the courage to break up with Yoongi. You couldn't find a way to end something that had been so important to you until then. But then you found out you were pregnant, and suddenly, Yoongi didn't seem like the most important thing anymore. In fact, you found out that you were more important. You didn't tell anyone until you decided what to do with your situation. You thought about giving the baby up for adoption, wondered if you really wanted to continue the pregnancy, if you wanted to be someone's mother. Until your belly started to grow, you began to feel like a mother even before having a child in your arms. You didn't tell anyone until you decided what to do with your situation. You thought about giving the baby up for adoption, wondered if you really wanted to continue the pregnancy, if you wanted to be someone's mother. Until your belly started to grow, you began to feel like a mother even before having a child in your arms.

"What happened?" You ask as you notice you're in a hospital bed surrounded by machines and important wires. Yoongi is surprised to see you awake. He looks worn out too. Eyes full of dark circles, swollen face.

"You had a hemorrhage. And you lost consciousness. I was so afraid of losing you, you have no idea." Yoongi says, holding your hand. You watch him start to get emotional, you even try to hug him but can't.

"I can't move properly with all these machines on me. But know that I would like to hug you right now. I really would. And our daughter? Where is she?" You ask, getting a little nervous.

"She... she was beautiful. So beautiful. I swear she reminded me so much of you. She was so fragile, so as soon as she was born, the doctors did everything they could to help her survive. But our daughter... she didn't make it." Yoongi speaks with a shaky voice as if he can't say out loud what happened. You however failed to understand how this could happen. She was healthy, you loved her, you two were waiting for her. She already had a family. It already had a name. In your head, she already had a little face.  As you thought about your daughter, tears began to stream down your eyes. And a pain hit you. The pain of loss.

"But, we did everything... as it should be. We went to the doctor, we bought clothes, we were learning to live as a family. She can't not be here." Saying that was like a punch in your stomach. You felt like your world was shaking. As you cried, Yoongi held your hand with some firmness.

"The medical team did everything they could. But it was a delicate situation. Our baby did her best while she could, I can tell you that. The doctors said that sometimes, unfortunately, some babies don't survive. And that we shouldn't blame ourselves, there was nothing that could be done differently. " Yoongi is clearly trying to be strong for you. 

"Did you see her? What did our little princess look like?" You say feeling your eyes start to get blurry from crying. Your real desire was to scream, to beg for this to be a nightmare. 

"Her nose was like yours, her lips too. She took her eyes from me but the rest was you. I was able to hold her while she..." You began to imagine what it would be like to see your daughter.  Hold her on your lap, feed her. 

"Do you think we're being punished? For wanting to start this off as a lie?" You ask, crying even harder. Yoongi then hugged you as best as he could. 

"No. I think our little princess did her job here and went to rest. None of this is our fault." Yoongi speaks softly, comforting you and you manage to put your head under his chest, looking for reassurance. After that you don't even remember when you stopped crying. She only remembers the emptiness she felt in the following weeks while waiting to be released from the hospital.   

Some time later...

"Thank you for coming to pick me up from the hospital. Going home alone would be really bad." You say, placing your toiletry bag inside the suitcase that Yoongi brought for you.

"We're married. I'll stay by your side until you don't want me to." Yoongi says, helping you with your suitcase and guiding you to the hospital reception.  

"Still. You've been a support, husband, since we lost our most prized possession." You say as you’re getting into Yoongi’s car, who is obviously in disguise. We don't want reporters finding out about all this, or invading this moment.

"I'll take you to a place. Before we go home, of course." Yoongi says while driving seriously. You haven't had much spirit after what happened so you just shake your head positively. You didn't even think much about where he was planning to go. Until you noticed you were getting close to a cemetery and instantly knew what you were going to do.

"Do you think I'm ready to..." You say fearfully but Yoongi turns to you, helping you take off your belt.

"I think if you don't do this, you'll feel worse. Saying goodbye is an essential part of moving on." Yoongi speaks as he guides you to where your daughter is buried.

"What if I can't move on?" You ask as you walk next to Yoongi. 

"Then I will accompany you." Yoongi says and then holds your hand. It’s a gentle, gentle act that makes you feel like you can find comfort with Yoongi. You arrive in front of your daughter's tombstone. You're amazed at how Yoongi managed to handle everything about your daughter's funeral while you were in the hospital.

"Our girl is here. I hope she knows she was loved by her parents." You say, looking at Yoongi tenderly, hoping to find the same feeling in his eyes. A feeling that you still don't know what it is but you know that if anyone will understand you it's Yoongi. 

"She knows." Yoongi says, still holding your hand and stroking it. You look at your daughter's tombstone and place a blanket on top of her, which you bought for when she was born.

"Mommy bought this blanket to bring you home. So I'm going to leave this blanket with you, my daughter." You speak to your daughter's tombstone. Then you and Yoongi head towards your house.

[idesani]

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[yearofinstitutionalization]

265/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[justasopearchive]

LIKE….

[wallbeatjournal]

JIMIN MENTION. Riverdale characters as BTS members

unfortunately i did workshop this with the army gc and i think i have a proposal. it doesn't totally work because of gender dynamics and the way the universes of corporate-competitive art performance and riverdale aren't really quite aligned, but i think i got somewhere.

RIVERDALE MAINS AS BTS MEMBERS:

jughead = rm / kim namjoon. iconoclast. the lyricist-narrator of the whole deal. the link to the big corporate-bureaucratic metaplot in the sky. a typewriter kind of guy. there are so so so many of him and sometimes they interact. queerbait-complicit and yet sidestepping it.

reggie = jin / kim seokjin. the negotiator. the big-city boyfriend from the hallmark movie. the nation's son-in-law but DID flirt with your grandmother and your dad at the function. fed that mean old man from his bare hand. schemes and scams, less opportunistically than as a vocational calling. second place to karl marx and knows it.

betty = suga / min yoongi. she's resisting her idol image with her gratuitously-edgy secondary persona but she's still your poor little meow meow, your baby. she's alert! she's fractured! her amygdala is working sooo hard. her shadow grows and grows and she's avoiding it she's looking at it she's avoiding it she's looking. don't say tangerine.

veronica = j-hope / jung hoseok. idk it's about perfectionism. it's about how CRYING 👏 DOES 👏 NOT 👏 FIT 👏 WITH 👏 HER 👏 LIFE'S 👏 VIBE. it's about lean-in girlbossism. it's about success not creating psychological safety (but she wants more anyway bc what else is she here to do). she's nice but she's ruthless but she loves you!! and on several tragic levels iykyk: she da bus driver all of a sudden.

kevin = jimin. compulsive joiner. compulsive people-pleaser. compulsive flirt. compulsive. mapplethorpe fanboy. gender outlaw. a smoke-show, now. most likely to charm a late night talk show host. queerbaiter of the cruising-coded-crowd-scene variety. most likely to put it all on the line for a little cabaret ♥

cheryl = v / kim taehyung. questionable art appreciator. questionable painter. questionable self portrait accumulator. high-aesthetic curator of Scenes and Situations. president of gay fanservice (self-appointed). glamorous alien OR reclusive little freak. if the high-aesthetic, melodramatic-literary closet case lament fits.

archie = jungkook. golden boy all-rounder. beefcake-on-display. designated himbo. Wants To Help. will NOT contribute to a conversation so don't even try. gives kind of a sincere wounded baby animal quality at times. queerbait via lore-relevant chime card sponcon (this isn't jarchie but it does make you ask yourself "is charlie puth sort of jugheadcore, if jughead sucked (derogatory) instead of sucking (complimentary)?")

[iloveslasher]

Since requests are open and you like BTS and Chucky, I'd like a yandere story where both Charles Lee Ray (both in human and doll form) and Suga like this one girl, but neither can have her, coz she doesn't know they love her. They (both Chucky and Suga) don't know each other, really. But when Chucky's in his doll form, he finds out Suga loves the same girl, too. So he decides to transfer his soul from doll to human using him. At the end, both get the girl. I hope this is OK with your rules.

Yes hon this is okey, I'm sorry if this is late and not what u wanted.

Lover boys

Part 1

Warning(s) : yandere, cussing because its chucky!, dark magic. (if I missed any let me know!)

Her eyes fluttered open, she shut her alarm and went to go take a shower. After she went to go make breakfast, she felt as if she was being watched. Nevermind that she went on with her day, when she walked outside she looked behind her from time to time but no one suspicious in sight.

Her dog came running to her scaring the crap out of her. "Jesus, mushu don't do that." She giggled and picked him up to cuddle. "I have to go to the store mushu I'll be right back okey lil guy" he sat down beside the door and she opened it for the dog. He waddled in happily she smiled at the dog then closed the door. Walking to the car and getting in to go to the store.

When she got there she went in and grabbed a cart. "I need milk." She went towards the dairy aisle. (idk I'm Dutch)

0% fat milk or normal milk? The girl pondered about it. She decided to take the normal milk, she put the milk in her cart and walked backwards into someone. "oh I'm sorry... Sir" she apologised the man turned around and smiled at her. "no worries Y/N" she smiled at him as he walked away and she went to the cashier after she has everything. While waiting in line she realised something. He knew her name. She didn't tell him, she looked around and didn't see him anymore. Freaked out she paid her groceries and quickly walked back home. She arrived and there was a package in front of her door. She unlocked her front door and pulled the package inside the house.

She put the groceries into the fridge and opened the package to find a doll inside it? She didn't order this, he looked kind of creepy but she likes creepy. "good guy doll huh? Didn't they stop selling those because of a criminal?" she said to no one. she shrugged it off and trashed the box leaving the doll on the kitchen island.

Hungry she heated up some food for her and poured mushu some food and water. *𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑝...𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑝..𝑏𝑒-*

The beeping stopped when she opened the microwave, taking the food out and placing it on the table she ate her food.

Part 2

How did you like it so far?

I am terribly sorry for how long this took me.

I have had this in my inbox for 3 maybe 4 years 😔 I am ashamed of myself.

Next part will be up soon

[indigodawns]

started begins youth let's go hyyh let's gooooo

[agustdsciggy]

My D-Day merch is finally here and i want to cry!!!!!! I have to wait until my little lust demon is in bed to open it because it’s all white (of course) & his hands are perpetually dirty. How am i even going to wear this stuff.

[gayfrog1995]

he’s my barbie

[adrlx613]

it’s going to be okay

because the me of today

is okay 🩶

[bts-hyperfixation]

I am currently feeling excessive levels of delusion. Someone needs to f****** slap me

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

tell me I'm alive album (all time low) 🤝🏻 1989 Taylor's version 🤝🏻 d-day album (agust d)

Heal your inner child already for fuck's sake

[perfectlyoongi-main]

"You were his home; his universe; his first thought in the morning and the most frequent visitor of his dreams."

the fact im in bed, all cozy and comfortable and this is abt waking up beside him. istg i am so (not) normal abt this. Like, im going to sleep now, and then I'm gonna wake up, and then I'm gonna remember every word written by you and i know a good day will b waiting for me. ur words are like little fireplaces in my heart that makes my entire soul feel warm and safe. the way u portray the relationship so effortlessly beautiful, it's like seeing the sun for the first time after a cold winter. God i am truly in love w ur words and this fic wad all i could ask for — I know now that sleeping won't b that bad if that means ill wake up w ur words dancing in my mind and feeling the safety and love that yoongi feels for oc

early mornings

summary. when time seems to bend every morning and love speaks through tender touches and quiet reassurances.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: established relationship au, tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 1k

content: yoongi and oc wake up in each others arms / they love each other a bit too much and they make it pretty clear / they kiss a lot :3

warnings: fear of abandonment (kind of? if you squint??), allusions to sex

notes: idk why i'm procrastinating the third part of 'stumble into you' so bad, but this is a result of me still wanting to write something. also, ignore the images at the top if they don’t go well together, i’m too lazy to actually put in effort today 😭 likes, reblogs, comments, and asks are all greatly appreciated!! i love you guys and i hope you enjoy <33333

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Amber rays spill across the room, seeping between the gaps in the curtains and kissing your bare skin with its golden warmth.

Yoongi stirs under the sheets, attempting to untangle his limbs from you, who lay beside him. But your arms only tighten around him, and he quickly gives in to the comforts of your touch.

With your head on his chest and his arm secure under your head, he can't help the lazy smile that draws across his lips.

He's always loved early mornings with you; when neither of you have to think about anything else but each other; when time feels like it ceases to exist; when nothing else mattered, because why would it when you had each other?

You were his home; his universe; his first thought in the morning and the most frequent visitor of his dreams. Everything reminded him of you, and it was maddening. But he welcomed the longing with open arms, because he was a fool.

Because he knew that it was worth being foolish if it meant having you.

Yoongi places a kiss on your forehead, his lips pressing against a few strands of hair that lay messily across your face. The scent of your skin, faintly sweet like the lavender soap you use, lingers in the air as Yoongi buries his nose in your hair, taking in the quiet of the morning, broken only by the soft hum of your breathing. He moves his hand to rest over yours, running the pad of his thumb over your knuckles.

He doesn't expect the gentle action to wake you, but your eyes flutter open. You hum, the sound quiet and laced with exhaustion as you stretch out your body.

Your eyes light up when you meet his gaze and the butterflies in his stomach erupt, fluttering around wildly.

"Morning," you whisper. You peck his lips with a soft kiss.

"Morning," Yoongi echoes. A faint blush paints his features, and a giggle tumbles from your mouth. Yoongi catches the sound with another kiss; then a third one that lingers for a few seconds longer than the others.

It is almost embarrassing to admit the effect you had on him. You've been together for years, and known each other for even more. He knows every dip and curve of your body and you have seen him through all of his highs and lows. Yet, a kiss from you still has him blushing.

"Missed me?" you tease, and he hums in agreement.

"A lot." He kisses corner of your lips and the curve of your jaw. "You're so pretty."

You laugh; a soft sound that rings through the air. It has always been Yoongi's favourite melody-the one sound that made his heart swell and his eyes crinkle into crescent moons to accommodate his growing smile.

He tucks a few strands of your hair behind your ear, letting his hand stay to cup your cheek so that he can bring his lips to yours again. He’s addicted to the way your lips fit perfectly with his, and no matter how often he kisses you, it’s never enough

And you can't stop smiling.

The feeling that courses under your skin is almost overwhelming. It still feels surreal—that kind of love, where just being with him made the world right

The possibility of losing Yoongi terrifies you, but it's a fear that follows you everyday. Sometimes, you expect to wake up one day only to realise that this is all a cruel dream, or to find the house suddenly void of his belongings and his presence.

Sometimes, the fear creeps in before you can stop it, a quiet panic that gripped you in the space between sleep and waking. You’d reach out, half-afraid to find the bed cold and empty. But then, your hand would meet the warmth of his skin, and the fear dissolved into nothing. Because every morning, he's here. Solid, warm, and real, wrapped up in the sheets beside you. His sleepy eyes, the soft curve of his lips, the way he pulls you closer as if you’re his anchor—it’s all so undeniably Yoongi, and it makes your heart flutter with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.

You press your forehead to his, noses brushing, as if the closer you hold him, the more real this will become. Yoongi's fingers trail lightly over your skin, tracing invisible patterns that make you shiver.

“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs, voice raspy but tender, like he's always known your thoughts even before you speak them.

You let out a soft sigh, trying to find the words, but they dissolve on your tongue when his hand glides over your waist, settling at the small of your back.

“You’re here,” you whisper, more to yourself than him. It's a quiet confession of the relief that washes over you each time you wake up to find him still beside you. He smiles against your skin, a low hum of agreement in his throat. "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here."

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises, his voice carrying the weight of every unspoken assurance. "You know that I'll always be right here-right beside you, whenever you need me."

For a moment, the world falls away. There’s no fear of loss, no dread of waking up alone. It’s just him, his presence grounding you, his breath steady and warm against your neck. The intimacy of the moment swells between you, a shared heartbeat that drowns out the rest of the world.

Your legs tangle beneath the sheets as he pulls you even closer, his hand finding yours under the covers. His touch is gentle, tender, as if he’s memorizing every inch of you, and in the glow of the early morning, you feel more connected to him than ever.

You close your eyes, letting the warmth of his skin seep into yours, feeling utterly safe in his embrace.

And in that moment, you know—this is home.