Pocket Sized Au Um Babythats Not How This/that Works

pocket sized au ☁️ “um baby…that’s not how this/that works…”

"Um baby...that's not how that works."

"What?" You frown at Taehyung doubtfully. "But Jinnie said this is how you do it. I just need you guys to grab the bath bombs in one of those counters."

Jimin looks up, confused. "Which one?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "I think the top right one. I've seen Hobi reaching for it over but there."

"But that's so high! We don't have Joonie's height."

"Come on guys," you huff, "just 'cause we're pockets and can't do this normally as the rest doesn't mean we're useless! We should do things ourselves once in a while."

"But won't the hyungies get mad?" Taehyung asks.

"I don't-" Your squeal makes the three of them jump, quick to turn around with alarm and finding you dropped right in the bath that has yet to fill up.

"Y/N!" The three of them are quick to gasp.

"It's cold!" You shiver, knowing you already messed up with filling up the bath because the water isn't supposed to be cold. "And the water is going to fill up quickly, guys! I can't swim!"

Your panicking makes the three other pocket boys panic as well, with Taehyung and Jimin just standing on top of the sink, running around and freaking out while Jungkook is quick to hope off, little feet scrambling to leave for one of the bigger boys.

"Hyung! Hyung!" He runs to Yoongi's room that is the closest, quick to climb up the bed and tug at the man's sleeves. "Hyung! Y/N fell in the bathtub!!"

His eyes shoot open in an instant and utters a few curses as he stumbles out, almost tripping upon his own self while trying to make it into the bathroom.

Jungkook follows behind.

"Y/N!" He takes you out of the water, hissing at the cold sensation and turns off the faucet, and is met by a teary you. "Oh baby," he sighs, relieved yet so confused. "What were the three of you doing, hm?" He asks as he puts you on the sink next to Yoongi and Taehyung who are quick to rush to your side and hug you tight.

Yoongi grabs a white towel to his right and lets you hop in to dry you off before he feels a light tug on his sweats and looks down to find Jungkook.

"Y/N-ie alright?" The little one asks, eyes rounded and big with worry.

"Don't worry baby, we'll get Y/N all nice and warm again."

"Can I help?"

"Of course."

"Me too!" Taehyung shouts.

"And me!" Jimin chimes in.

yoongi; maybe, maybe, maybe (1/2)

❝maybe you’re right, you think. you’re fucking right, yoongi says. ►5394 words // scenario, vampire!yoongi, (½)  /this is more of a backstory to how they met ; w ; (i hope you guys enjoy reading as much as i did writing)

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grabble: guardians

— summary: no matter what fight may try to tear you apart, they will always be there to protect you.

— pairing: demon!bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst / poly!au / demon!au

— word count: 1.1k

— warnings: none

“Don’t you hurt a single strand on her head or you’ll be coming down to hell with me." 

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Yours [M] ft. Jungkook

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Drabble game #83. “Just once.”

→ captainAmerica!Jk finale, part 1 here → 10k words, finally I think i’m over my writer’s block LOL this monster took me all night.

a/n: i know in the movies cap!am doesn’t have his own company like stark does, but let’s just deal. you know. it might oscillate between like a ceo!jk and captain!jk, but just assume that after avengers went popular or whatever, he built himself the same name and wealth for himself like stark did.

also rated, for….well….jungkook basically. this is pretty nasty LOL

It’s been weeks. Weeks since Jungkook barged into your apartment that one time and fucked you until you forgot your own name, breaking his rules about sleeping over and doing anything but sex.

Weeks since he left you confused and helplessly sore and even more in love with him. He left you empty, no calls or even a goodbye before he left while you were sleeping, not even a piece of clothing left behind to even prove he’d been over. The only evidence was on your own body, the full ache and throbbing of your core and the hickeys and bruises scattered over your chest and hips. And in your dreams you can still vaguely remember the pressure of his hands pressing yours down into the sheets and gripping your hips as he drilled into you, the growl of his voice demanding you to scream his name…dreams that had you waking up in a sweat and with arousal slicked between your legs.

Even in the office he doesn’t give you another glance than he does the other employees. Not even a curt nod, or a lingering look to indicate a deeper relationship.

Heck, he even treats Stark better than you, which is a lot saying he absolutely hates his guts and Taehyung Stark was the only person Jungkook would actually let get on his nerves.

The nations number one role model still had his weaknesses.

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Could you pretty please make an ot7 drabble where pocket reader is frustrated that she can't do more for the guys

“What’s wrong baby? You’re not usually this quiet,” Taehyung asked, poking lightly at your cheeks.

You puffed them out, pouting up at him with eyes so big and shiny, the kinds they always find themselves loving so much. “I’m just upset.”

“Why’re you upset?” Hoseok prompted.

“Because I can’t do anything for you guys, I’m useless,” you huffed, stomping your little feet against the counter. “I hate that I’m small. I can’t help or do things that are so simple to you guys or, or even climb up on certain things by myself. I always have to ask for help but whenever I want to help out, I always mess things up.”

At that point, your big eyes were shiny with tears waiting to take its chance to fall. Their hearts fell at that. No matter how cute you looked doing absolutely anything, your tears still made them almost as upset as you.

“Hey baby, come here,” Jin called forth as he held out his palm for you to get on top of. “I admit, you’re a mess, but you’re our beautiful mess.”

“And guess what?” Jimin said. “We love your small size. You’re cute and adorable.”

“It’s cute seeing you try,” Jungkook nodded.

You frowned. “But nothing works out in the end.”

“It’s the process that makes it all fun, the ending product doesn’t matter as much, little one,” Namjoon said.

“And besides, it’s the effort that counts. We’re happy just the way you are, you don’t have to change a thing.”

You took a moment to take in Yoongi’s words. “You’re not..not upset at me?”

“Why would we be?” Taehyung gave a lighthearted laugh. “We love you, sweetie. It doesn’t matter how small you are, you have the biggest and kindest heart.”

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Let’s play a drabble game // More drabbles here

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pairing: maknae line x reader

summary: jungkook wags his tail and his eyes look like truffles. jimin drinks blood out of juice boxes and bendy straws and tries to wink but ends up blinking both his eyes closed. taehyung likes the ocean and all kinds of art and apologizes to rocks. you don’t know if they want to take you out the date way or the assassination way and somehow you think it’s both. 

genre: werewolf!jungkook, vampire!jimin, hybrid!taehyung, witch!reader; crack (lmao); humor (??); poly!au (in the future!)

words: 6.3k

a/n: this is entirely self-indulgent. this will benefit no one but me and will have 3 parts. thank u

This kind of patience better earn you a great seat in heaven, you think offhandedly.

“Please help me! The test was only announced today and I don’t have much time, I need a potion that gives me photographic memory!" Says a desperate looking girl, hands clasped together as she repeatedly whispers a mantra of pleases under her breath, as if worried she’d push you over the edge if she were to say it any louder.

Little does she know she’s, metaphorically speaking, already pushed you. Hard. With no remorse. Probably followed by a series of stabs to the back.

"Please, I would do anything!" She looks frantic. The only time you’ve seen her unclasp her hands was to pull desperately at her hair. She’s pretty, you’ll give her that, the kind of pretty that makes people more easily soft and influenced to her desires. But you’re no sucker, and you’re certainly not soft.

"Anything?" You whisper, leaning forward a bit. She nods, hope pooling in her round, pretty eyes.

"Anything!" You’re not really used to people interrupting you during your free time. She at least has the decency to keep her voice down in the library, but you have a feeling the librarian and usually easily irritable students would easily succumb to her puppy dog eyes and let her scream all she wants.

You don’t tell her that there is no such thing as a potion for photographic memory. You don’t tell her that, even if such a thing were to exist, it would have drastic long-term side effects. As in, death.

"Anything anything..?" You lean forward a bit more, the female eagerly mimicking the action. You stare into her pretty eyes, the honey gold of her skin. ”…even study?“

The female deflates, shameful as she twirls at a strand of her hair. This girl is just one of the many reminders on why you should never have been known as the campus witch in the first place.

You also should have just stayed in bed, despite the uncharacteristically calm day you’ve been having. You should have slept through your subsequent assignments and uncountable morning classes; but Jungkook had pulled the sheets out from over your head that day almost knowingly, reminding you how much you’re paying for tuition. Curse that familiar of yours.

(Jungkook’s voice also seemed to be the one to coax you into giving the girl a discount on your widely known all-nighter potion; which really just mostly consisted of a monster and some ground coffee beans, but she didn’t need to know that. But you’re still definitely, definitely not a soft witch.)

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