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hi! i was just wondering if you knew of any other fics like Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie? Thank you for all you do ❤️

Hey! There is a post here with quite a few fics. And then these fluffy fics that make me happy. 😉

Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain | 11.4K

“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible." Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant. "Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy." "Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

untitled by thepsychicclam | 2.3K

stiles is a waiter at the diner down the street from the fire station, and fireman!derek comes in frequently for lunch.

Love on the fourth floor by IdontlikeIovsess | 6.4K

It's not really Stiles' fault if the first person he meets when he moves in his new apartment is a hot fireman. He decides to leave a note under his door.

Four Times Derek Saved Stiles From A Spider by ShadowPatronus | 4.1K | Explicit

Stiles has arachnophobia and Derek is always there to rescue him.

everybody loves good neighbors by stilinskisparkles | 7.6K | Mature

What about an "everything run-down and suddenly a guy falls through the ceiling; now there's a hole in the ceiling of my bedroom"-AU thing? c: - ANONYMOUS

[Not Not!Fic] Treed!Stiles/Fireman!Derek by fire_juggler_writes (fire_juggler) | 1.7K

Stiles gets trapped in a tree. Derek is the one who rescues him. IDEK.

Cooking With (a) Fire(man) by literaryoblivion | 2.1K

After a kitchen accident in his dorm, Stiles is forced to take a cooking class as punishment and ends up meeting a very attractive fireman to share his cooking station with... and maybe a few other things.

Derek Doesn't Judge Your Life Choices by eeyore9990 | 1.9K

There’s this guy that lives across from Derek who has the most unusual fetish…

Put Out the Fire (but not the one in my heart) by omelet| 2.8K

Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.

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of course! ^^

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Thank you! I really appreciate the kind words!  

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Plastic Heart - Epilogue

Namjoon x Reader Author: Admin Mo Note: Well, I finally finished. Thank you guys for coming on this journey with me. I love each and every one of you so much. Warnings: None? Word Count: 0.5k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, Epilogue

*Three Months Later*

“Are the spoons unpacked yet?” Jimin asked, rummaging around the kitchen of the new apartment looking for them.

“They should be in that drawer.” Hobi pointed.

Jimin opened the drawer and nodded. “Thanks. Got it.”

“Jin, when’s dinner gonna be ready?” Jungkook asked from the couch. He had the PS4 controller in his hand and was, for the first time, playing Skyrim all by himself, now that his hands were big enough to operate the controls on his own.

“In a bit. Just a few more minutes, probably.”

The door opened and in walked Yoongi and Luna. The blue-haired girl went around the room, a stack of IDs in her hand. “ID for you. ID for you. And you, and you.” She said, as she gave them to each of the newly-human boys.

Taehyung stared at his, a giant grin on his face. “Thank you, Luna.”

“Of course, guys.” She looked at Yoongi and pointed a finger gun at him. “See you tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” He smiled softly, watching her as she left.

“Ooh, what’s that about?” Hobi teased.

“Oh, uh,” Yoongi shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, “We’re going on a date.”

“Woah!!!!” Jimin’s face lit up. “That’s awesome! Congratulations!”

“Thanks.” Yoongi plopped onto the couch next to Jungkook.

The door opened again a few seconds later and in walked you and Namjoon. In a little blue blur, Koya ran across the floor and right to him, tugging on Namjoon’s pantleg until he bent over to pick up your little blue son.

“Hi, honey, how was your day?” You asked, reaching over to pat Koya’s little blue head.

He only smiled in response, snuggling against his father.

You looked up at Namjoon and stood on your toes to peck his lips. Laughing, you looked up at him and said, “You’re so tall.”

He smiled, bending forward to give you another sweet kiss. “I’d rather be six feet tall than one foot tall.”

Before you could reply, Jin called, “Dinner time!”

Everyone rushed into their spot at the table. Jin had spent a lot of time learning to cook, and now his skills rivaled your own.

Once everyone was sitting down, you looked around. These were your boys. Your family. Before Christmas, you’d never imagined you’d find yourself at a table like this, surrounded by seven people you loved with your whole heart, one of which, you were in love with. Back in 2013 when you’d found BTS, you never imagined they’d indirectly change your life like this, and yet, they had. They’d given you not only your best friends and roommates, but also, the love of your life.

“You okay?” Namjoon asked, tilting his head. He reached out and set his hand on top of yours. “You’ve got your thinky face on.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “In fact, I’ve...I’ve never been better.

THE END

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After All This // Bill Weasley - Epilogue

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Moody!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Bill take a trip to visit Moody’s memorial, but this time, with a new little Weasley in tow.

You can find the series masterlist in my bio!

Warnings: fluff and the tiniest tad of angst.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: And this series has officially come it its end. I am so appreciative of all of you who have read, commented and supported me throughout the process of writing this series. It is one of my favourite things I have ever written and I will cherish it for ages. You guys really play a much bigger role in this series than you realise, if it wasn’t for your continuous support and encouragement, I wouldn't have been able to finish this series. So this final piece is dedicated to all of you, thank you. 

PS. I know I just posted the last part last night but I wrote this and wanted to share it with you :)

April 14th, 2000

Little Alastor Fred Weasley topples over as he reaches his grandparent’s memorial, his chubby little hand still firmly grasped by his father. Bill bends over and picks his son up, dusting the little pieces of dried grass off his white and blue plaid shirt. You smile as your husband looks over at you, his eyes crinkled with joy at the little son he holds in his arms. 

The three of you sit down amongst the wildflowers that continue to grow around your father’s memorial. It’s a simple plaque, a round piece of stone bare of any eccentricity. Instead, the blue, red and white wildflowers that litter the base and its surroundings brighten up the area, giving the place a feel of humble beauty.

The sun is shining, beams of its light bouncing off the ginger hair of your husband and son. He looks so much like Bill, the ginger locks and shape of face. But his eyes are dark, so similar to the deep brown of your father that you have to double-take when you see them sometimes. 

Alastor sits pulling out an assortment of wildflowers, his knees gathering dirt as he crawls around in the area between you and Bill. There is a smile as wide as a full moon on his face at the sight of all the colourful petals around him. You lean over and place a kiss to the top of his head, your lips meeting his soft, silky hair.

“Pa,” he says, placing the flowers at the foot of the plaque, “Nan.” Born just over a year ago, he contains enough cheekiness to last him his entire life. He is so smart too, finding ways every day to make both you and Bill the proudest parents who have ever lived. He’d make them proud too, Alastor and Adeline - just as much as he makes Molly and Arthur, the first of their many grandchildren who are bound to follow.

Bill pats his son’s head, spreading out the ginger hair on top of it. “You have the same eyes as your Pa, Alastor. The one who has the same name as you.”

Little Alastor points to his dark brown eyes, dirt on his finger. “Eyes,” he says, looking up at his father. Both you and Bill clap, smiles on your faces at your son who seems to be learning new words every day. Alastor smiles too at the reaction, a proud and satisfied look on his face. 

The three of you sit there amongst the flowers and grass, a picnic basket with lunch spread out between you. An entire afternoon passes, every moment filled with laughter, Alastor taking a few, clumsy steps into the arms of but his mother and father. When he collapses into them, he places a sloppy kiss to your cheek before getting back up and trying his best to walk over to Bill again. 

As the sun begins to set, Bill gets up and takes Alastor for a little walk around the field. The memorial is placed where your father grew up in Scotland, a field where a cousin of your father had said he would spend his younger days pretending to be an Auror and hunting down dangerous wizards and witches. And apparently, it was a place where your father would take your mother every summer, the two lazing around just as you, Bill and your son had done today.

As Alastor toddles around the field, his hand tightly secured in his fathers, you reach a hand up and place it on the stone plaque, moving your hand over the names of your parents.

“Hey, Dad,” You say, your throat tight and constricted. Three years have passed and it still causes you to get emotional. “Hey, Mum. A few things have happened in the last month since we were here. Alastor just keeps on growing, I think he’ll be taller than both you and Bill one day. He doesn’t stop babbling on either, and he is always adding new words to his list. He learnt Nan and Pa about two weeks ago and hasn’t stopped saying them.”

You laugh, brushing strands of loose hair behind your ear. “You would both love him. I wish you could have met him if only for a moment, you know? But don’t worry, Molly and Arthur spoil him rotten enough for two sets of grandparents.”

It’s only then that you notice you’ve been ripping the petals off of the wildflowers in front of you. They coat the white cotton of your dress, a mixture of red, blue and white shining back up at you. You take another deep breath and continue.

“There is a picture of the two of you on the little table by his cot. Every morning when he wakes up and I start to dress him, he points at it. And since he learnt the words, he’ll point to you two and say ‘Pa’ and ‘Nan’. He doesn’t understand what the two of you have done for him just yet, but Bill and I are going to make sure he does when he is older.”

You smile, thinking of all the times your son has done that in the past months. One time, as you struggled to put him into bed, he reached across and grabbed it, placing a kiss to the faces of his grandparents in the picture. You place a hand to your stomach with a glance to where your husband and son play amongst the grass.

“Oh, and I’m pregnant. Bill thinks it’ll be a little girl this time, he’s hanging for a daughter. Alastor doesn’t quite understand whats going on, but I think he will when my belly starts to grow.”

You watch as Bill throws your son into the air, Alastor’s squeals audible from where you sit a little while away. The happiness you feel when you watch the two of them like that, their interaction so pure and sweet, is hard to contain. You almost feel it swell in your chest and burst free. You wipe away the stray tears on your cheek and let loose a light laugh, placing your lips to the stone plaque in a short kiss. When you speak again, it’s a whisper.

“Thanks, Dad.” The words are only for him and you let yourself cry as you say them, silent tears falling with every word that passes your lips. “For everything. You gave your life so that this one was possible for me, and I am so eternally grateful.”

You rub the stone one last time, standing up with the picnic basket hanging off your arm. The grass and wildflowers tickle your bare legs as you walk towards the two people that are the centre of everything for you, Bill holding his son so close to his chest. The sight warms you from the inside out, the lowering sunshine still lingering on your skin. When you reach them, Bill wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you in to place a kiss to the top of your head.

“Ready?” He asks, tucking strands of your (h/c) hair behind your ear.

You smile, your pink lips so close to his that he wants to lean in and kiss them. “Ready.”

“Ready,” Alastor copies. You and Bill laugh, your eyes catching in that shared, proud look that only parents can truly understand. 

Bill ruffles his hair before grabbing your hand and leading you away from the field filled with wildflowers, your father’s little legacy resting snuggly between you. 

There you have it, folks. This series is officially over. Thank you for sharing this with me. Please let me know what you thought of the ending down below, I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts. 

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Again, I want to thank you, the reader, for making this series a possibility.

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[christinesficrecs]

what is your absolute favorite sterek fic?

Haha! Just one?!?? It’s more like a top 100. 😂 My must reads are tagged here. I think this is the most recent list. Most of my favorites are classics as I joined the fandom in 2013. No really! 🤦🏻‍♀️ The first sterek fic I ever read is here and you should definitely check it out. Anyways!!! Let me talk about some less ancient fics. Maybe.  🥰

Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 81K 

Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

Quack (Stiles Stop Calling It That) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 15.9K 

“Stiles, I’m serious, I need a favour.”

“That sounds like a trap,” Stiles Stilinski muttered sleepily into both his pillows. “You know,” he continued when the man in his room made no move to leave, “you’d think I’d be used to this. My dad, coming into my room, smacking my ass to get me out of bed, waking me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“It’s almost one.”

The Fox & The Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 79.1K | Explicit

The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries, ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of the bloodshed and hate—are searching for a way to end the war.

Crowned prince Stiles Stilinski—heir to the fox clan—has agreed with his father to meet with the Hales, the ruling royal family over the wolf clan. Under the counseling of the Druids, both clans are presented with a solution to the war: unite the Stilinski and Hale clans through marriage. To quell their people's anger, both Stiles and Derek—eldest living Hale Alpha—are urged to accept the other as an equal; as their mate.

Layover by dr_girlfriend | 3.6K

Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derek’s chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.

“Uh.” Derek couldn’t look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away. Derek didn’t know too much about kids but he guessed this one was probably three years old or so, head still oversized in proportion to the short limbs and round little belly.

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

Written in the Scars by dr_girlfriend | 15.3K | Explicit

Stiles stared into eyes that were just a little lighter than even the day before, looking almost beta-gold in the harsh lighting. His nose was just a little less uptilted, the moles on his face not quite where they used to be. The scar on the bottom of his chin from when he fell off the swings in third grade was just gone. He seemed a little bit taller, his shoulders a little bit wider.

With trembling fingers Stiles folded his left ear forward, craning his neck. A wheezing breath escaped him, his legs suddenly feeling weak with relief.

The mark of the Oni was still there, the one that meant self.

Stiles was still himself. For now.

Wet T-Shirts For Charity by LadyDrace | 2.4K

Derek takes his car to a charity car wash. He didn't realize the wash came with a side of sexual frustration and pining.

The Seven Lives of Stiles Stilinski by glorious_spoon | 25.9K | Mature

Stiles disturbs an abandoned temple and catches the attention of a goddess of time and fate. When he starts time-traveling involuntarily through the past, he's not sure if she means it as a curse or a lesson--but no matter when he travels to, he always seems to end up at Derek's side.

a lion among them by unpossible | 61.9K | Mature

He knew he’d handled it badly.

Not like he knew any other way to handle this kind of thing, Derek thought, only a little bitter.

But Derek had heard the word Emissary come out of Scott’s mouth, and had immediately vetoed it with extreme prejudice.

It was like he wanted Scott to set his jaw and ignore Derek’s input. Honestly.

[christinesficrecs]

hi!! so i remember reading a fic where derek or stiles is a marine biologist but i can’t remember the name of it. do you have any ideas? thanks!!!

Hey! Is this a merman fic? 

The Merman by Verya | 6.7K | Explicit

Derek is a Marine Biologist working at Coastal Bay Aquarium, Stiles is the new guy hired to give animal care and teach some Oceanic Conservation Classes, with a tail on. Stiles is a professional merman and Derek thinks he could be falling for the Siren’s Song

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After All This (Bill Weasley x Reader) - Part 7.5

Mini-part

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Moody!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Bill Weasley are enjoying the first night of their married life when they get a knock at the door.

Series Masterlist | General Masterlist

Warnings: set post-sex but no description. 

Wordcount: 505

A/N: I am so, so sorry for the long wait guys! Hopefully, this is worth it. It’s only a mini part and then we have the last part and then the epilogue left of this series! I can’t believe it’s so close to finishing. I hope you guys have enjoyed this ride as much as I have.

May 1st, 1998

For some inconceivable reason, you had never noticed how bright a blue his eyes are before.

Of course, you knew they were blue. You knew they were bright blue too. But laying there, just across from him, you finally saw the deepness of them. They shone back at you, glistening, so similar to the petals of a Brunnera flower. If you could only capture this moment and live in the blue of his eyes forever.

Bill trails his fingertips down the skin of your bare back, his ginger hair luminous in the light of the fireplace. You lean forward again, closing your eyes and placing another tender kiss to the scars that carve their way through his beautiful, beautiful face.

“I could stay here forever in your arms,” he says, allowing the words to linger on your skin. You breathe them in, your eyes still studying his. In this moment, the war doesn’t exist. There are no Death Eaters, no Voldermort, no innocent deaths. You’re just a newly wedded couple basking in the love of one another, committed to feeling every inch of each other like you have never done before.

“If only we could,” you laugh. And then he laughs too, the freckles and moles on the pale skin of his arm catching the light of the fireplace behind him. They litter his back too, and sometimes in the moments after you have made love and Bill lays on his stomach, you study them, making out figures among them like an astronomer does of the stars. 

“Once this war is finished, (Y/N),” Bill whispers, the corners of his lips turned up into a faint smile. “Would you like to try for a child?”

The question takes you by surprise. It’s something you have spoken of countless times, but it had always seemed like a dream in the distant future. This time the idea feels so close, almost as if it hangs just above you.

When the answer comes, it’s a whisper laced with bliss. “Yes.”

His smile is contagious, and it immediately sends one blossoming across your face. The heat of the fire has brought a hed hue to the skin of his cheeks and it only deepens in your eagerness.

“I already have an idea for a name if it’s a boy,” Bill says, his fingers finding their way between yours. He plays with them in the space between you and waits for you to nod before he continues. “Alastor.”

Before you can even think of how to respond, a ferocious knock comes from the front door. It startles both of you out of your short and humble honeymoon, both heads snapping up towards the sound.

“Bill, (Y/N).” It’s Fred, his voice is anxious and jittery. “There’s a battle starting. At Hogwarts. All members of the Order are needed.”

And just like that, the moment dissolves. You both jump up and run for the closest clothes you can find. 

A battle is brewing. A battle to end it all. 

Only one more part and then the epilogue left! It’s getting so close. Please let me know what you thought!

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Plastic Heart - Part 20

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: Oof I’m excited to see what u guys think of this part <3 I really like how this story is going so far, and I have some really big ideas going forward... Warnings: None? Word Count: 1.3k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20

It had been a few weeks since Yoongi had become human. The three of you had settled into a new normal of sorts. While you were in class all day, Namjoon worked at the tea shop in the library, and he was good at it, too. He was friendly with the customers, often memorizing people’s orders, serving them with that handsome dimpled smile.

In his free time, he’d started his own Twitter account on his brand new phone, and he already had a lot of followers. It helped that RM had finally made an official statement using a bunch of cute pictures you’d taken with Joon, explaining that he was his brother from another mother or something. It was cute. In the meantime, your Joon had kind of become a meme around campus. Everyone knew him as the cute RM-looking barista that made them feel like they were living in a coffee shop au every time they went to order tea. Needless to say, your boyfriend had a lot of repeat customers.

That said, he did have a favorite repeat customer, and she was on her way to the library after her last class to get her chai fix.

Once you’d set your backpack in the chair at your favorite table, you got in line at the counter, where Namjoon was standing in his adorable little apron. He smiled brightly at the sight of you, his dimples jumping out of hiding as he punched in the order of the person in front of you. Then, there was only a counter between the two of you.

“Hi, how can I help you?” He asked, unable to wipe the smile from his face.

“Hmmm...I think I’ll have a large iced chai with soy milk.” You stared at him for a second longer before adding with a smirk, “and a study date with the cute barista.”

Namjoon grinned to himself as he punched in the drink order before jabbing a thumb towards the back room. “Oh, sure, want me to see if he’s here?”

“Dork.” You shook your head.

“You love it, though.”

You scrunched your nose, pretending to think about it. “Yeah, I think I do.”

“Usual table?” He asked, and you nodded, walking back to your seat. When your boyfriend emerged, he was clocked out and out of his apron, holding his usual and yours. “How was class, baby?” He kissed your cheek before sitting down next to you.

“It was good. How was work?”

“It was good! I think I’m getting a lot better at making drinks.”

“I’m so proud of you.” You leaned against him, soaking up his warmth. “You really stepped up when I needed you to. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Babe, you’re everything to me. Of course I want to make sure you’re taken care of. We all do.” He turned his head and kissed your temple, rubbing your shoulder. “So, what’s the homework of the day?”

“Just a worksheet from my Stats class.” You told him. For once, you didn’t have any papers due in the near future. “It’s not too hard.”

“Mmm.” He hummed, nodding. Joon took a sip of his tea, arm still wrapped around you. He took his phone out of his pocket and plugged in his earbuds, slipping one into his ear and the other into yours before playing whatever new music he had discovered.

“Well, if it isn’t the cutest couple on the planet…” Luna smirked, sitting in the seat across from you. “I was just at the bookstore down the street from your apartment and I ran into perhaps the handsomest shelf restocker I’ve ever seen. When did Yoongi start up there?”

“Few days ago. He likes it so far.” Namjoon answered. “The old lady who runs the place has no idea who BTS is, but she’s really sweet.”

“Apparently the resident cat is in love with him. He gets cuddles all day.”

“That’s about the cutest shit ever.” Luna held a hand over her heart. “Glad he’s adjusting well.”

“He really is. Thanks for everything, Luna.” Namjoon’s words held so much weight. He owed so much to you, but he also owed about a dozen favors to Luna, and he was sure by the time all of his friends were human too, he’d owe her a few dozen more.

“Don’t worry about it. Forgery is fun.” She shrugged, cracking open her notebook. A little while later, Melody and Ella showed up, too, each of them grinning at the sight of you and your handsome boyfriend. It was still insane that you were in love with someone so perfect for you, but they were happy that you were happy. And whenever you were with Namjoon, you were BEYOND happy.

Eventually, you got your work done, so you and Namjoon packed up and headed home. When you got there, Jin was waiting eagerly in the kitchen for you, standing on the counter by the sink. Joon found Koya, who had been on a little adventure in your apartment, exploring with his little blankie dragging behind him.

“I’m ready.”

“You’re ready?” You giggled, putting your hair up into a ponytail and pulling a package of cookie mix out of the cupboard. You’d mentioned casually to Namjoon and Yoongi the day before that you’d been wanting to bake some cookies for a while, and Jin had been all over that idea, despite the fact that you wouldn’t let him anywhere near the oven, for fear of melting your little plastic friend. “You know, it’s just cookie mix from a box, Jinnie; it’s not that exciting.”

“I’ve never baked anything ever, so this is a start.”

“Do you want to bake things? You know, when you’re human?” You asked.

Jin thought about it for a long time, looking up at you. He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I do. I really do. I want to find a bakery to work in and learn how to bake.”

“It’s good to have a passion, Jin.” You started mixing things into the dry mix after you set the oven. “I’m sure you’ll pick it up pretty quick. The other Jin is good at cooking, too.”

“Yeah, I’ve been watching cooking videos while you guys are all out of the house, and I can’t wait to be big enough to do things.” Jin’s excited expression fell a little bit, his posture slouching. “I try not to, but...sometimes, I just feel so small…”

“Aww, Jinnie…” You swore your heart melted. “Sweetheart...I know it must be so tough. And it can’t be any easier that Yoongi and Namjoon are human now, but...you’re not going to be a toy forever, alright? You’ll be baking cupcakes and cookies and brownies before you know it. I promise.”

“Thank you. This never got to me before, but now...I don’t know. It’s just that now that I know there could be more to life, I can’t wait to have it.” He sighed dreamily. “You know, even when this was all there was for me, I always dreamed of falling in love.”

“Well who knows? I mean, Joon did it, didn’t he?” You glanced at the living room, where Namjoon was standing, Koya cradled against his chest. He kissed his little blue head a few times and you felt something flip in your chest, sunshine bubbling up inside of you.

“He did, didn’t he?” Jin laughed, looking much happier than he had a few moments ago. “Maybe there is hope.”

“Oh, Jin, once you’re the handsome guy working in the bakery, I doubt you’ll be able to keep the women OFF of you.” You smirked. “The men too, probably.”

“You really think so?”

“If you turn out half as handsome as BTS’ Jin, um, hell yeah.” You chuckled. “And given that Yoongi and Joon both look like clones of their BTS counterparts, I’d say you have a pretty good shot of that, too.”

Jin sat on the counter, a giant smile on his face as he watched you scoop out balls of cookie dough onto your pan. “I can’t wait.”

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[fresh-outta-jams]

Plastic Heart - Part 18

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: hahahahaha I meant to have this out earlier, but my friends from high school came over last night and we talked shit until like 6am lmao Warnings: None? Word Count: 1.1k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

The apartment was quiet. Koya was softly snoring on his pillow on your bed, and most of the boys were sleeping too. But not Yoongi. No, Yoongi had been studying star maps and stalking NASA’s Twitter and waiting and watching and counting down the days. So now that everyone else was asleep, he was wide awake, sitting by the curtains, his eyes locked on the sky. He hadn’t wanted to get the other guys’ hopes up if what happened to Namjoon was really a one-time thing.

Humanity wasn’t ever something he’d wanted before. He was a doll, and he had been okay with that for a long time. But Namjoon was human now. He was tasting and feeling things, leaving the house and going places with you, and he wanted that, too. He wanted to be human like Namjoon was. Maybe not for the same reasons Namjoon had wanted it for; he wasn’t in love with you like Namjoon had been. But the longer he remained plastic, the more bitter he got about it. He knew there must be so much more to life than sitting on a shelf.

And so he sat there, wishing and wishing and wishing.

At some point, Yoongi’s eyes got tired. It had been a while since he’d last slept, and he was known to take a nap during the afternoon, which he hadn’t done either. It couldn’t hurt to just...close them for a while...could it?

***

You got back to your apartment building with Namjoon, hand in hand. Your time at the library had been nice. You’d finished your paper, introduced your boyfriend to your friends, and after checking Twitter, you didn’t find any new pictures of the two of you, so you would consider it a win.

As soon as you reached the front door of your apartment, before you retrieved your key from your bag, Namjoon hooked his thumbs through your belt loops and pushed you against the wall, kissing you hungrily. You moaned against his lips, his dominance sparking a flame inside you. You weren’t sure what had spurned this on, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Joon,” you murmured, your voice swallowed up by another flood of kisses. You only finally got the chance to speak once his lips left yours and started peppering kisses and playful nips down your jaw and neck. “Babe, what are you mpfh--!”

“I hate that I can’t just do this whenever.” He grumbled between breathless kisses. “Why are societal norms a thing?”

“Well I’m SORRY you can’t just kishd--” You giggled into his desperate lips. God, for someone who hadn’t been able to do this until a handful of days ago, he sure was getting good at it. “Namjoon!”

“What?” He finally stopped, his shoulders heaving with every breath. He still had your back up against the wall, large hands cradling your hips and holding you in place.

“Well, if we’re going to do this, we should go inside, maybe.” You laughed, reaching for your key before unlocking the door.

“Ugh, fine.” He surrendered, but as soon as you took a step over the threshold, he grabbed your thighs and picked you up off of the floor, forcing you to cling to him for stability.

“Namjoon!” You laughed, hanging onto him tight. He started walking to the kitchen to set you up on the counter and kiss you senseless, but he stopped in his tracks, eyes locking on the window seat. He slowly set you down. The house was dark, but he could still make out the silhouette of someone sitting there. “Babe?”

“Shh, there’s someone in the apartment.” He put his arms out protectively, putting your body behind his taller, broader one. Slowly, he approached the lightswitch and flipped it on, bathing the dark-haired boy sitting there in light. He was snoring softly, leaning against the wall.

“Yoongi?” You asked, and when you did, the stranger jolted, letting out one final snore before he blinked and looked up at you sleepily.

“You’re home…” He yawned.

“Yeah, and you’re HUMAN.” Namjoon looked at his friend in shock.

“Huh?” Yoongi was still in too much of a sleepy daze to realize what Namjoon had said. “I’m...wait, I’m HUMAN?” Yoongi looked down at his hands, studying them, his knuckles and fingernails and the little freckles on his skin. “Holy shit...Holy shit it worked!”

At the sound of the yelling, the others emerged from the bedroom, Jimin leading the charge. “What happened? What did we miss?”

“Come see for yourself.” Yoongi smirked, reaching up to play with his soft black hair. He could get used to this.

“Woah! How did you do this?”

He shrugged, glancing out the window and into the starry night. “I just...wished for it really hard and got lucky, I guess…”

“No fair! I want to be human too! Help me be human!” Taehyung whined.

Yoongi scooped up his little friend. He remembered a time when he’d been shorter than Tae. He’d been shorter than most of the others, actually, and now, the only person in the apartment that was taller than him was Namjoon. “We’ll get the rest of you human, don’t worry. It’s just gonna take a little time is all.”

Finally roused from his sleep, your little blue koala came tottling down the hall in distress. None of his uncles were in your room! It was scary and dark in there! And besides, he heard his Mommy and Daddy’s voices down the hall, which must have meant they were home. So, at the first sight of you, he attempted to climb up your pantleg.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry we woke you.” You cooed, bending down to pick him up. Immediately, he hugged you, snuggling against your chest. He looked up at his dad and then to the other human in your apartment. The little koala looked to you for some sort of explanation. “Uncle Yoongi just...changed a little bit. But he’s still your uncle, okay? He’s the same Yoongi he’s always been, he’s just taller now.”

“And now I can cuddle you like your mommy and daddy can.” Yoongi told him, gently petting the koala’s head.

Koya smiled sleepily and reached up for his Uncle Yoongi, so you handed him over, and Yoongi gently held the little guy. You looked from Yoongi to the rest of the boys. In a few months, they’d all probably be human, and then you’d have another problem on your hands. How were you supposed to afford enough food for eight people? Seven doll roommates had been one thing, but seven human roommates would be another thing entirely. You weren’t sure what you were going to do, but you knew you had to figure it out, and soon.

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[fresh-outta-jams]

Plastic Heart - Part 1

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: We’re finally getting to the actual story. I’m excited for this one omg. I haven’t written anything ahead of time in so long, not even SSD. I hope you like it! And please let me know what you think! I’m kind of going in blind lmao. Warnings: None? It’s not going to be creepy, I promise. Word Count: 1.2k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4

“(Y/N), do you have any popcorn?”

“Yeah, it’s in the cupboard next to the--”

“Found it!” It was a nice night. Since all of your friends were back at school after break, you’d decided to have a BTS sleepover, as you often did. This meant popcorn, episodes of Run, and as many BTS music videos as you could watch in one sitting. Of course, when you’d told your friends about the gift your aunt got you for Christmas, they’d wanted to see them too.

“Wow, like, I know Mattel must have tried, but...Tae’s hair…” Luna trailed off, gently combing through said doll’s hair with her fingers.

“I know, I was thinking about trying to fix it, but I was afraid I’d just make it worse.”

“Nothing is worse than whatever that Nickelback abomination is.” Ella chuckled sympathetically. “I feel so bad for Tae. They did him so dirty.”

“Who are we kidding, the only one they did RIGHT is Namjoon.” You held up the little plastic version of your bias.

“Wow, how lucky for you, your BIAS is the only one that looks anything like the real deal.” Melody rolled her eyes, Jin in her hands as she looked him over. “You’ll never know the Jin Stan pain…”

“Or the Yoongi Stan pain!” Luna called on her way back from the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn tucked under her arm.

“Right, that either.” Melody agreed.

“Listen, is it my fault my man is always looking like a snack even in doll form? No. Moving on.” You scrolled through YouTube on your TV. “What are we watching first, ladies?”

“I don’t know, just put on a playlist.”

“Okay.” You found one that had all of their music videos in it, right from the beginning, which meant that the first one was No More Dream. Oh, memories…

“LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE FACES HOLY SHIT!” Ella squealed, kicking her legs. “Little baby Jimin!!!”

“Oh my god, the mask...Hobi, I’m so sorry.”

“YOU’RE so sorry?? Look at Joon’s hair oh my God.” You cringed, laughing so hard you nearly dropped Namjoon. You set the doll on the table before you could do any further damage. There, he was safe from your clumsy hands. “Oh sweetheart, what did they do to you?”

“Yoongi literally has not aged a day.” Luna chuckled. “But holy shit, look at those chains. What a badass.”

“God, they’ve come so far…” You shook your head. How was it that these bad-boy underdogs from the company who was beyond broke risen to where they stood today with sold-out world tours and dolls and best-selling albums, not to mention millions of dollars? It seemed impossible. And yet, Bangtan always seemed to be defying expectations, learning and growing and changing. That was part of why you loved them so much.

The other reason was just how much they’d helped you love yourself.

“OH MY GOD SHIELD YOUR EYES FROM THEIR BABY ABS.” You’d moved on from No More Dream to We Are Bulletproof Pt2, and you had to admit you’d forgotten about that one part of the video. And then before you knew it, Joon was front and center, mohawk, sunglasses, chains and all.

Even back then, when you’d been stanning freshman year of high school, you’d been a Joon stan, loyal to the very end. That wasn’t to say you didn’t love the other boys; you did. You loved them all a ton. But Joonie held a special piece of your heart. He’d helped you through a lot over the years, even if he’d never know you existed, he meant a lot to you and he always would.

The four of you watched as the budget of the videos increased, the songs shifted in style and meaning, a metamorphosis of kinds unfolding before your very eyes as seven scrappy boys from Seoul turned into seven world-renowned artists. It was enough to make you emotional to say the very least.

“Wow, they really did That, huh?” You asked quietly. The other girls were in awe too, watching and smiling and remembering when you’d all been in high school and had banded together over your love for the obscure group. You’d gotten lucky to find each other then, and were even luckier when you’d all chosen the same university, which had a club dedicated to not only BTS, but all of K-Pop.

“Yeah. They really did.” Luna nodded. “They changed the world.”

***

Namjoon figured the last girl had fallen asleep around the time they’d watched the third or fourth interview in a new playlist you’d started. You were passed out on the couch, slow breaths entering and leaving you. He watched you for a few seconds, smiling softly to himself. He tried not to let it go to his head, he really did...but you’d said he was your favorite and he couldn’t stop replaying the moment over and over.

Technically, he reminded himself, the human Kim Namjoon that was actually a real person was your favorite. He was a doll. He was made of plastic. He was not RM no matter how much he looked like him. And yet, he was still warm and bubbly inside.

Namjoon wasn’t sure what to call this emotion. He’d never felt it before. He’d never felt a lot of things, he supposed, but since moving in with you, he’d felt all kinds of new feelings. It was odd, but he was pretty sure he liked it.

“Joon.” Yoongi whispered from his spot a little further down the table. Though they were both pretty sure all of the fangirls were fast asleep, moving and exposing themselves was not a risk they were willing to take. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” He whispered back, smiling softly to himself. “I’m...I’m actually great.”

“You look like you’re thinking about something.”

“Yeah. I don’t know. Being here, it’s just...different than I thought it would be, you know? But like not in a bad way or anything. I just...I feel weird all the time but in a really good way, if that makes any sense.”

“It doesn’t, but I understand.” Yoongi nodded to himself. He was sure he hadn’t been feeling what Namjoon had as strongly as the dimpled doll, but he had indeed been feeling...things that he didn’t know how to explain. This had been a learning experience for all of them, he was sure, and he knew that they would only learn more about themselves and each other the longer they stayed in (Y/N)’s care. “She’s different, isn’t she? She’s...she’s our girl, after all.”

“She’s our girl.” Namjoon agreed, a sentiment he was sure all seven of them shared. The bond between a toy and their child was unlike anything else. He’d always known it would be that way, and yet, he could have never predicted just how deep that connection would run. As he laid on that coffee table, there was one thing Namjoon was absolutely sure of: he wouldn’t trade you for anyone in the world.

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[fresh-outta-jams]

Plastic Heart - Part 2

Namjoon x Reader

Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: I’m getting really excited, y’all. I just wrote part 4 and...oof I’m not ready and neither are you. Warnings: None? I promise it’s not creepy. Word Count: 1.2k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4

When you got home from your night class, iced coffee in hand, you knew you were in for a long night. You were only half a page into a four page paper and the rough draft was due tomorrow. You groaned and set your backpack on your bed, tugging your earbuds out of your ears. You adjusted your BTS coaster, which had a picture of Tae sipping tea on Ellen, before setting your drink on it.

You knew that no amount of caffeine could save you now.

“Ughhhhhhhh,” the groan came from the depths of your very soul as you collapsed into your (admittedly comfy) desk chair and opened your computer. God, you didn’t want to write this paper. You didn’t want to write this paperrrrrrr. Ughhhhh. Who had convinced you that going to college was such a good idea in the first place? Why hadn’t they told you there were so many papers involved? That had to be illegal.

Scrolling through your laptop, you were half-tempted to just watch BTS videos into the evening and call it a night, but you knew you couldn’t, not if you wanted to pass your writing class. “Come on, (Y/N), make Namjoon proud.” You muttered to yourself, opening up your school files instead of giving into temptation and watching BTS be the adorable dorks they were.

Sighing, you pulled on your headphones and put on your chill studying playlist, which consisted mostly of instrumental music and Mono. You took a long sip of your coffee and read over the little bit of your paper that you already wrote, trying to get back into it as best as you could, and then, with as much energy as you could muster, you dove in.

You were proud of yourself. You’d written a few pages and had only wanted to die a little bit. Of course, you’d had to lock up your phone to prevent yourself from getting distracted. Maybe it helped that every time you looked up at your shelf, there were seven idols sitting there...all those little eyes. It was hard to focus when you felt like you were being watched. Little did you know that statement actually held a little bit of truth…

Eventually, your iced coffee ran out, so you knew you’d need to turn to another source of caffeine quick if you had any hope of finishing this paper, so you took your empty cup and walked to the kitchen, closing the bedroom door behind you.

“She shouldn’t be up this late working on homework.” Namjoon sighed, looking at the door after you. “She has a morning class tomorrow.”

“You have her schedule memorized?” Jimin asked, looking at the group’s official unofficial leader.

“You don’t? We’ve been here for three weeks. It’s not like we have anything else to do in here.” Yoongi pointed out. It was true. In the three weeks since you’d gotten back from break, they’d found that you had very few activities to keep them occupied while you were gone and it wasn’t like they were in any position to ask you for more.

“I just worry about her is all...” Namjoon rationalized, mostly for his own sake. If he was being completely honest with himself, he knew there was no logical explanation for the warm feelings you made bubble up in his chest. He hadn’t explained it to the others just yet, but he was pretty sure there was no way they felt the same. Or maybe they did and he wasn’t as special as he thought he was.

“We all do.” Jin nodded. “But it’s her life, you know. It’s not like we can--”

Jin and the others all sat at attention in the position they were last in before you’d left once the door creaked open again. Perhaps their greatest blessing living in your bedroom was the fact that the hinges of your door were so squeaky they had a long warning before you ever came back in. If not, they were sure they would have been caught by now. It also helped that you still had your headphones on, so it was doubtful you would have heard anything anyway.

You slumped back into your chair with a cup of iced chai in your hand. By this point, the guys deduced you must have some cold brew in the fridge because there was no way you could have gone out and gotten some so fast.

When you got back into your rhythm, your fingers flew across your keyboard much faster. It was the home stretch now. Just a few more decently sized paragraphs and you’d be done with this blasted draft once and for all. Thank God it only had to be a rough draft, because the quality of your writing was...questionable to say the very least.

Half an hour later, you finally, finally finished, triple-saving your file before closing your computer. You exhaled a sigh of relief, turning off your music before grabbing some pajamas and going to the bathroom to shower for the night and go through your night routine.

The guys didn’t dare move or speak until they heard the shower come on in the other room, and even then, they didn’t budge until they heard your faint voice singing through the wall.

“Persona...who the hell am I? I just wanna go, I just wanna…”

Namjoon grinned. He was pretty sure the song you had playing was one of his. Well, he supposed it wasn’t HIS song. It was RM’s song. And once again, he had to remind himself that he and the real actual person Namjoon were two separate people and though you were infatuated with his real-life counterpart, that didn’t apply to him.

“We need to find some things to do around here when she’s gone.” Jungkook whined, laying back against the shelf. “I’m so booooored.”

“Well we’re plastic dolls that belong to a college girl. I didn’t think we’d be getting much playtime.” Yoongi chuckled, shrugging. It was what it was, he guessed. There was nothing any of them could do about it.

“I’m sure we could figure out a way to use her laptop while she’s gone. Watch some Netflix or something.” Hoseok began plotting, looking around the bedroom for other things to entertain them, but coming up pretty much empty. It didn’t make matters much better that they were the only toys or figures you owned. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you had some other toys for them to play with, to talk to. That wasn’t likely to change any time soon, though.

“We’ll figure it out, guys, don’t worry.” Namjoon tried to be reassuring. “It could be a lot worse.”

“Well,” Yoongi chuckled, “you’re not wrong.”

You came back into the room about half an hour later, barefaced and beautiful, only plugging in your phone and setting your alarm before you got into bed.

“Goodnight, guys.” You murmured sleepily. It took every bone in Namjoon’s little plastic body not to say ‘Goodnight’ back.

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[fresh-outta-jams]

Plastic Heart - Part 9

Namjoon x Reader

Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: Part 8 was received very well, so I’m excited to see what y’all think from here on out… Love youuu!! <3 Warnings: None? Word Count: 1k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of the loud thud down the hall. Someone was in your apartment.

“Guys!” You hissed. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah.” Yoongi replied. “I did.”

Your heart raced. Why would someone break into your apartment? You had nothing to steal! You were a broke college student! Almost everyone in your apartment complex was. This wasn’t the ideal place to be stealing things from. There were much nicer places and--you were straying from the point.

Looking to the spot beside your nightstand, you picked up your handy bat and gave it a few practice swings.

“Do you want someone to come with you?” Taehyung asked. The rest of them were slowly rousing from their sleep when they realized something was going on. It was too dark and you were too worried to do a headcount, but it looked like everyone was accounted for.

“No...just call 911 if I scream, alright?” You pushed your phone towards them before slowly emerging from your bedroom and wandering towards the source of the noise: the bathroom.  You heard someone talking in there, a deep voice.

Taking a breath, you let your hand hover over the doorknob for a second before turning it and whipping the door open. You raised your bat, stopped just in time by a desperate plea.

“(Y/N) STOP! IT’S ME!”

You halted your swinging motion and looked up at the tall stranger standing in your bathroom. He had both of his hands held up in defense, but once he lowered them, you got a good look at his face. You dropped your bat. It clattered against the tile floor, rolling away from your feet.

“N-Namjoon?” You stuttered, looking up at him, dumbstruck.

He stood there staring at you for a long while. He swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Y-yeah, it’s me…” It was like time had stopped and he was seeing you for the first time. “H-Hi.”

“How are you--What the fuck?”

“I don’t know. I just...Here I am.”

“You’re…” You walked up closer to him, your hand reaching up to touch his face. He wasn’t made of plastic anymore. No, he was breathing and his heart was beating, and his hair looked much softer and fluffier than it had been when he was a doll a few hours ago. “So tall.”

“Yeah.” Namjoon exhaled, looking down at you. His tall frame loomed over yours, causing him to have to lean over slightly when he was talking to you. He didn’t even know what to say to you. How did he explain something like this? He wasn’t even really sure what had happened himself.

“Wow, I…”

“C-Can I…” Namjoon felt an unfamiliar feeling in his cheeks, warmth flushing them red. “Would it...be alright if I hugged you?”

You didn’t even reply, you just stood on your toes and wrapped your arms around him. Immediately, he rushed to embrace you, arms fastening tight around your waist and pulling you against his chest. He didn’t know people could be so warm.

“I can’t believe this is happening…” He whispered, mostly to himself.

You let out a little breath. “M-me either.”

The two of you stood there for a long time, locked into the warmth of Namjoon’s first embrace. He rested his forehead against yours, and it wasn’t until his breaths took on an odd rhythm that you even realized he was crying, tears slipping down his cheeks.

“Oh my God.” He reached up to wipe one away, staring at the droplet on his fingertip in silent awe. “I-I’m crying.” He laughed, beaming a dimpled smile brighter than you had ever seen before. “I’m crying!”

“You are.” You laughed too. “Humans do that sometimes, Joon.”

“I’m human…” He repeated the sentiment, unable to wipe the smile off of his face if he wanted to.

“You’re human.” You agreed.

He pulled you into his arms again, tighter this time, burying his face in the crook of your neck. One of your arms wrapped around his shoulders while the other’s fingers found refuge in his soft locks, playing with his hair comfortingly.

“Okay, what the fuck.” At the sound of Yoongi’s voice, you slowly pulled away from Namjoon in order to turn around and look. The other six were standing there, looking up with shock in their eyes at their very tall, very HUMAN friend. “Namjoon?”

“Hey, guys.” He waved sheepishly. He didn’t even know where to start explaining himself.

“No fair! Namjoon gets to be human?” Tae whined. “How did you...how?”

“I don’t know. I really have no idea. I just felt weird, and then (Y/N)’s bedroom shrank and now I’m...really tall.”

“Yeah, and HUMAN.”

“That too.”

“I...I need more sleep, I’m sorry. I went to bed like four hours ago.” You yawned. Namjoon’s expression melted with concern and he nodded in understanding. “Do you want to sleep in my room or on the couch?”

“Hmm?”

“Well, you obviously aren’t going to fit in your old bed.” You chuckled, looking over his Idol suit. God, he really looked like RM. A carbon copy of him. “I...I think I have some sweatpants and a t-shirt that would fit you. I can’t imagine sleeping in a suit would be fun.”

“Right. Uh, thanks.”

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You told him, walking to your room only to return a few minutes later with a pair of men’s sweatpants and a t-shirt leftover from one of your ex-boyfriends.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” Namjoon told you when you gave him the clothes. “I...I doubt I’ll be doing much sleeping anyway. I don’t want to keep you up.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Thank you so much.”

“I didn’t do anything, though.”

Namjoon smiled softly, showing off those famous dimples of his. His large hand reached forward to take one of your much smaller ones, admiring your perfect little fingers for a moment before he looked up and met your eyes. “Believe me, this is all because of you.”

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Plastic Heart - Part 17

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: There’s some foreshadowing at the end of this one ;) I love you guys soooooo much. Seriously, all of your asks and replies and comments give me life! Checking for them after I update is like opening presents on Christmas morning uwu <3 Warnings: None? Word Count: 1.5k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

Wednesday came around slowly, and in his days while you were in class, Namjoon grew bored easily. Sure, now he could play video games with the guy without having to tag-team a single controller like they did, he could hold a book with his hands instead of his entire body, and he had Koya to take care of now, but his little blue son did a whole lot of sleeping.

That left him with nothing to do and a whole lot of time to do it, counting down the hours until you’d finally get back to the apartment so he could drown you in kisses. Well, until you pushed him off to work on homework.

But today was different. Today was Wednesday, which meant that once you got home, he’d get to go out again, this time wearing a beanie and a mask to avoid trending on Twitter. In the past few days, RM still hadn’t released anything official, so Namjoon was stuck going out incognito as to not be recognized by one of his namesake’s crazed fans.

When the door finally opened, Namjoon sat at attention, carefully relocating the snoozing koala to the cozy pillow laying on the couch. You smiled at him, taking out your earbuds and setting your backpack on the chair so you could rearrange things before going to the library.

“Did you guys have a good day?” You asked.

Your boyfriend stood up and walked over to you, and you straightened up to kiss him. He loved how far he had to lean down to make your lips meet, a reminder that though you had been multitudes taller than him before, he was now the tall one. He was the one you called when you couldn’t reach things in the cupboard (that he had maybe relocated to see you straining on your tippy-toes until finally surrendering and calling him to come use his long-ass arms to get it).

“It’s better now.” He murmured against your lips, an arm snaking around your waist. “How was class, baby?”

“It was good. Boring, but good. I’ve got another paper to write, which means lots of tea at the library.” You slid your laptop into your bag and stopped to think about what else you might need. “You’re coming, right, babe?”

“Of course I’m coming. I’m always so bored without you here.”

“And what are we, chopped liver?” Jin scoffed from his seat on the coffee table.

“We’re perfectly entertaining, but he’d much rather make out with his human girlfriend than hang out with a bunch of toys.” Yoongi chuckled to himself. He had some weird look on his face, but you weren’t quite sure why, and you wouldn’t know why until you got back later…

Namjoon’s face reddened and he grinned shyly.

“What, you think we can’t hear you two out here after you put Koya to sleep?” Hoseok laughed. “You’re not exactly subtle.”

“Alright, so, we’re gonna go.” You changed the subject, cheeks steadily darkening to meet the red shade that Namjoon’s were. “All set?”

“He’s been ready for like two hours, just sitting there wearing his shoes in the house ‘in case your class got out early’.”

“Wow, okay, is today Roast Namjoon Day?” He looked at Taehyung pointedly, sending the other boys into a laughing frenzy.

“Cute.” You pinched his cheek. “I missed you too, Joon.”

His bashful grin revealed those dimples you loved so much. He surrendered to your touch, practically glowing under your gentle affection until he turned to the boys. “Remember Koya has to be in bed by ten. He likes lullabies and bedtime stories.”

“We’re the best babysitters ever.” Jimin promised, saluting. “We’ll take care of him.”

“I trust you guys. See you in a little while. We probably won’t be out too late.” You told them, watching as Namjoon looped the strings of his mask around his ears and pulled his beanie over his hair. There. Inconspicuous. No one would ever be able to spot him now.

So, the two of you headed out to meet your friends once again. When you arrived at the library, Melody and Ella were already sitting at the usual table, and Luna was standing in line to get tea from the little shop tucked into the back of the large academic building. You scooted into your usual seat in the booth against the wall, and pulled an extra table over so Namjoon could sit beside you. Ella smiled at the sight of your boyfriend, but Melody only stared.

“This is that guy you were on Twitter with.” She said, motioning to Namjoon’s tall form as he took a seat in the spot next to yours.

“Right. Introductions. Melody, this is my boyfriend, Namjoon.”

“But not THAT Namjoon.” Joon interjected. He looked to Ella apologetically. “Sorry we gave you a fake name. When I tell BTS fans my real one, they tend to freak out.”

“That’s valid.” Ella nodded in understanding. “No harm done.”

“Oh, Namjoon, how nice of you to join us.” Luna smiled, sitting across from you and beside Melody. “How are you?”

“I’m great, Luna, thanks.”

“Okay, one more question, so, when were you going to tell the squad you had a boyfriend?” Melody asked, still ogling the handsome man that had seemingly walked into your life out of nowhere. She couldn’t remember you saying anything about being interested in anyone. Although, if someone who looked that much like Jin had just waltzed in out of the blue, she couldn’t say she wouldn’t wind up with a boyfriend too…

“It all happened so fast. I swear, we haven’t even been dating for that long, and I kind of wanted you to meet him in person before I said anything.” You explained, resting your hand on Namjoon’s on top of the table. “Plus, would you have believed me if I sent pictures?”

“Probably not, no.” Ella laughed. “He just...looks so much like RM.”

“Which is why we’re being careful today…” Namjoon motioned to his mask, chuckling to himself. If there was another leak, he was sure his and your face would be plastered all over the internet again, and surely, that wouldn’t be good for you in the long run.

You opened up your laptop and made a fresh document, plugging in your font preferences and line spacing settings before punching in the MLA formatted header. It came as second nature to you now: name, class, teacher, date, title. You sighed deeply. God, how you hated papers.

Sensing your distress, Namjoon’s boyfriend senses tingled and he leaned closer to you, telling you gently, “I’ll go get us tea if you tell me what you want.”

Your heart just about melted. “I just want an iced chai with soy milk. Thank you so much, babe.” You kissed his dimpled cheek, even though there was a mask between your lips and his smooth skin.

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” He stood from the table and walked over to the counter.

Melody looked at you, jaw dropped. “Where the hell did you find him? I want one.”

You resisted the urge to reply ‘Target’, instead giggling and shrugging.

“Yeah, talk about goals, oh my God.” Ella chimed.

Luna only sat there, smirking knowingly, but not saying anything about where he’d really come from, who he REALLY was. She was happy to see you happy. It didn’t matter where your new boyfriend had come from. She could see that he really cared for you, and that was all that mattered to her.

“What can I say?” You shrugged, watching him as he ordered. Your heart fluttered. That tall, handsome man over there was your boyfriend. Your BOYFRIEND. Ugh, you got chills just thinking about it. “He’s one of a kind…”

Namjoon came back a few minutes later with your iced chai and whatever he had ordered for himself, which was in a warm drink cup instead of a cold drink one. He lowered his mask and blew on it a few times before taking his first tentative sip.

“What did you order, Joon?” You asked.

“Earl Grey. It’s really good.” He reported, letting the warm cup sit between his large hands. “Do you need any help with your paper?”

“I think I’m okay right now, but if you want to read it over when I’m done, that would be really helpful.”

“Of course.” He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, kissing your temple softly while his mask was down. So far, that was the only thing he didn’t like about wearing it: that he couldn’t kiss you while it was covering the bottom half of his face. “Whatever you need, baby.”

You were too preoccupied with your work and the handsome man with his arm around you, exuding warmth like a furnace, to notice the piece of folded paper sticking out of his pocket. And you were also too distracted to notice the shooting star that whizzed through the clear night sky just beyond the glass in front of you...

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Plastic Heart - Part 6

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: I’m beginning to realize that I love writing pure cavity-inducing fluff lmao. Enjoy! Warnings: None? Word Count: 1.2k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

The next morning, you woke up feeling a little bit better than you had when you went to sleep. You figured all of the meds you’d been taking must have been working at least a little bit.

When you looked over at your shelf, you were almost surprised to find it empty. It took a few seconds for you to remember what had happened the day before, the revelation that changed everything. Of the seven dolls, only three of them were accounted for. Yoongi was sprawled out on the surface of the dresser, taking a nap, Hoseok was looking at something on your laptop, and Namjoon was browsing the books you had sitting in a little stack there.

“Morning, guys.” You yawned.

At the sound of your voice, Namjoon spun around, smiling. “You’re awake! How are you feeling?”

“Better, thanks. Where are the other guys?”

“Oh, they’re in the living room. They figured out how to turn on the Playstation.” Hoseok explained, pointing towards your bedroom door, which you had left slightly ajar so they weren’t trapped inside your room while you slept. “I think they’re playing some game with dragons. I don’t know, I got bored and left.”

“Skyrim. Good choice.” You nodded, imagining the four remaining boys tag-teaming the controller, which was as big as they were. “I’m gonna get something to eat and take my meds. Anyone want to come to the kitchen?”

“I will.” Namjoon volunteered, raising a plastic arm.

You swung your legs out of the bed and walked over to the dresser, helping him up onto your shoulder. He was quiet on the way to the kitchen, and then wordlessly watched you take something for your cough and something for your congestion and something for your fever. Then, you made some tea and grabbed some yogurt out of the fridge, sitting down at the table where you had set him.

As soon as you settled in your spot, your phone pinged, and Namjoon looked at it curiously.

“Oh, BTS Tweeted.” You told him, unlocking your phone and showing it to him. “It’s RM. He takes these cute pictures when he goes new places.”

“You...didn’t call him Namjoon.” The dimpled doll noted. “You always call him Namjoon. I literally can’t think of one time you’ve ever called him RM.”

“Well, yeah, but you’re Namjoon.” You stirred your yogurt, thinking about it. He was right. “It would be confusing if he was Namjoon too, wouldn’t it?”

“A little bit, yeah.” He nodded, studying the picture of his namesake. It was odd for him to remember that this other Namjoon, this RM, was walking around at the same time he was, talking to people and doing things and posting things on Twitter. If he factored in all of the OTHER Namjoon dolls, there were even more. Thousands, even. Weird.

“You okay there, Joon?”

“Fine, just thinking is all.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure I give myself an existential crisis every single day.”

“I can imagine.” Once you finished your yogurt, you wandered out to the living room, where Jin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin were all crowded around a single Playstation controller, using nothing but sheer teamwork to press all of the right buttons to take down the dragon roaring and flying across the screen.

“Having fun, boys?”

“We started up Skyrim, noona.” Jungkook told you, manning the left joystick on his own. “Started a new save file, though. I hope that’s okay.”

“That’s fine. I don’t really play that one much anymore. It’s fun though, I just don’t have time with school and everything.”

“We’ve killed so many dragons! I’m really good at working the sword!” Jimin reported proudly.

“That’s awesome! I’m so proud--wait, Gguk, did you just call me ‘noona?’”

He thought about it for a second, eyes wide. “You know, I think I did. It just kind of...came out.”

“Interesting.” Namjoon noted. That was perhaps the first time any of them had spoken a lick of Korean. He wondered where it had come from…

“Huh.” You nodded. “Interesting indeed. You know what else is interesting...Do you guys like need to sleep?”

“We don’t need to, but we can. I’ve never had a dream before, but I’ve heard it’s possible for toys.”

“Oh, alright. I just wondered because Yoongi was taking a nap.”

“Right. He does that sometimes.” Tae told you.

You couldn’t imagine sleeping on your dresser’s smooth wooden surface was all that comfortable. Hmm...You thought for a second before doing a quick YouTube search, and then you raided your craft supplies, returning with fabric and stuffing.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon asked, sitting on the table where you had left him when you’d ventured off to find things.

“Making Yoongi a mattress so he doesn’t have to sleep on my dresser.” You replied, laying out the material and pulling the cap off of a black Sharpie. “Could you, uh, lay down for a second, Namjoon? I don’t know how long and wide to make it.”

“Sure.” He nodded, laying down on the piece of fabric and spreading his arms out.

You marked some spots with your marker and then nodded, signaling that he could get up. About an hour later, you’d finished, looking pleased with yourself. You cut a blanket from the leftovers and made a little pillow before taking your creations to your bedroom, where Yoongi was standing next to your laptop with Hoseok.

“Yoongi, I made you a mattress and stuff.” You told him, setting them on the dresser where he had been napping. Carefully, you put the pillow in the top-middle of the plush surface and draped the blanket over it.

“You made me a bed?!” He looked at you in disbelief before looking over at the dresser where it was. “Really? You...wow, thank you so much. You really didn’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t have anything better to do.” You shrugged. “I can try to figure out how to make a bedframe for you later if you want, you know, to hold it all together.”

“You don’t have to do that for me, really.”

“Well, yeah, but I want to.”

Namjoon watched your interaction and smiled to himself. You weren’t like other people. He’d known that from the very beginning, but here was even more proof. You were a busy girl, and still, you’d taken time to do something nice for one of them just because you had the ability to. He would never stop being in awe of you.

‘Damnit it, Namjoon,’ he cursed at himself. He was supposed to be getting over his crush on you, but since he’d been able to directly interact with you, it had only gotten much, much worse. Sure, he and the others knew what you were like after having lived with you for this long, whether or not you had known they were your secret roommates all this time, but now he was your friend, too, and his feelings for you were growing exponentially.

Shit, he was in deep. This was not good. And he had a sinking feeling, deep in the pit of his plastic stomach, that it was only going to get worse...

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Plastic Heart - Part 3

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: We’re finally getting into the thick of things hehehe I’m excited. Warnings: None? It’s gonna be pretty fluffy from here on out lmao. Word Count: 1.2k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4

It was another uneventful morning in your bedroom for Namjoon and the others. To pass the time, Hoseok, Jin, and the maknaes had raided your junk drawer and had found a pack of cards. Namjoon considered trying to read one of your books, but given that they were almost as tall as he was, it was easier said than done. So instead, he sat up with Yoongi on the shelf while the others played.

“Yoongi, can I ask you for some advice?”

“Of course. Shoot.”

“I don’t even know how to put this into words…” Namjoon shook his head, chuckling to himself. “I think I...Well, I know that this is...I’m...I’m just gonna say it. I--”

“You have a crush on (Y/N). We all know. We’re not blind.”

“Oh.”

“Listen, none of us think it’s...a BAD thing, per say. But I mean...Taehyung, how did you say it earlier?”

“It’s unrealistic.” Tae provided, looking up from his cards for ALMOST long enough for Jungkook to take a peek at them. Given that they were almost life size cards for them, it was almost impossible NOT to look at each other’s hands.

“Unrealistic.” Yoongi repeated. “Yeah, that. We’re your friends, Namjoon, we’re not trying to be mean and you know that.”

“Right, but--”

“Listen. I get it. She’s pretty, she’s smart, she’s kind, who wouldn’t want someone like that in their life?”

“Yoongi--”

“The problem is: Namjoon, you’re a foot tall and made of plastic.” Though Yoongi’s previous statements hadn’t been enough to get Namjoon to shut up, this one had. Maybe it shouldn’t have, but it hit a little too close to home. For someone who had never felt pain before, Namjoon imagined it must feel a little like this. “We just don’t want you to get hurt, alright? Having a crush on her is one thing, but we don’t want you to get so stuck up there on cloud nine that you come crashing down. Hard. We care about you, dude. You know we do.”

“Especially me.” Jimin pouted, looking up at the dimpled doll.

“Thanks guys.” Namjoon sighed. He supposed he shouldn’t be sad about the conversation. After all, he was the one who had asked for advice, so the fact that he’d been given actual constructive advice should have made him happy, not anything else. And yet, he was left with this bitter feeling eating away inside his plastic chest.

“Don’t be sad about it, Namjoon, just...pursue a realistic crush, like Tae’s on the Captain Marvel doll he saw on (Y/N)’s laptop screen that one time.”

Taehyung grinned a dazed rectangular grin. “She’s preeeetty~”

“We’re toys, Namjoon. We’re not idols.” Hoseok added. “Go fish, Jimin. Hell, I don’t even speak Korean. I don’t think any of us do.”

“Well, we were designed in the states, so why would we?” Jungkook asked. “I mean, besides the obvious reason, that we were modeled after Korean pop stars.”

Modeled after. That was the way Jungkook had chosen to describe it. Maybe he was handling his identity a little better than Namjoon was. He was a toy. He was made of plastic and his shirt had velcro on it instead of buttons, and he couldn’t even tie his shoes, given that they were slip-ons made of rubber. He’d never been anywhere except for your bedroom, your aunt’s closet, and a toy store. There was a whole world out there and he would never get to see it. At least if he had been given to a child for Christmas, maybe he’d get to travel a little bit more.

“Great, look what you’ve done. You’re giving him an existential crisis.” Yoongi shook his head, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder in an attempt to snap him out of it. “We’re not telling you you have to stop liking her. That’s actually the opposite of what you should do. Just...remember what you are and who you are, alright? Be careful. For us.”

“Of course. I...I don’t know what I was thinking. Thank you for snapping me out of it. I needed that.”

“That’s what we’re here for. Taehyung, do you have any threes?”

“Go fish.”

Namjoon looked out the window at the sun shining through the ice on the branches of the tree outside your apartment. He couldn’t wait until it was spring and the trees were covered in pretty pink flowers.

Maybe he wasn’t meant to see the world like the real Namjoon was, but at least he got this window. Maybe he wouldn’t rap in front of millions of screaming girls, but at least he had this one. Maybe you didn’t listen to his songs in the shower, but at least he got to hear you sing them through the wall.

Dolls like him weren’t meant to experience the world, but he would make sure he made the most of this one room. After all, it was all he had.

***

You came home from class a little earlier than expected, and this meant that the boys had to scramble to get back up on their shelf before you opened the bedroom door. They heard you open the front door, stomping your snowy boots on the rug and they knew their moments were numbered.

“Namjoon, get up here!” Hoseok hissed, offering his hand. Namjoon took hold of it, and he was almost up onto the shelf by the time the bedroom door swung open. So, he did as any quick-thinking doll would and he let go, falling a foot or so onto the dresser below.

You were wearing your earbuds, thank God, so you didn’t hear the sound of his plastic back making contact with the wooden surface. You set your bag on the floor, leaning it up against the bed carefully before fetching your textbooks and notebooks from inside it. You had a stack of notecards to make if you had any chance of passing the test next week.

It wasn’t even until you clicked some lead out of your mechanical pencil and had your book spread out on your bed that you noticed one of your dolls was out of place. Eyebrows furrowing, you pushed your supplies off of your lap and walked over to him.

“Huh. Are you clumsy too?” You murmured, picking Namjoon up and gently guiding his limbs to a sitting position before putting him back in his place in the middle of the seven. “There you go, Joonie. Good as new.”

It was then, looking at the line of them that you noticed Jimin and Tae were in the wrong spots. Interesting. You wondered how long they had been out of order. Had you put them up wrong after your sleepover with Ella, Melody, and Luna? Potentially.

Not thinking much of it, you moved Tae and Jimin to their rightful spots before returning to your work again.

The boys sat there, wary and a bit scared. They’d have to be more careful from here on out if they didn’t want to get caught...

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