BTS Reaction To: You Trying To Calm Them Down

BTS Reaction To: You Trying To Calm Them Down

Mafia!Au

Summary: your boyfriend who is a mafia leader is extremely angry and you are there to take calm them down.

Warning: mentions of getting shot, angst but not angst, weapons mentioned and Jungkook threating to stab someone.

Note: it’s 5, almost 6 in the morning and im tired haha.

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beyond the story: bitchin’

Hi friends! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy during these tough times! I really wanted to put something out there as a thank you to just how much support Bitchin’ got. You guys really are incredible. So, although this story has come to an end, I wanted to properly close the Bitchin’ chapter by giving you all a behind the scenes look at Bitchin’ and everything that went into writing it. This includes hidden easter eggs, backstories, alternative plot-lines, and a short drabble of the Bitchin’ cast 10 years after the story’s end.

Without further ado, please enjoy and thank you again for all your love. You have all of mine.

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novocaine || (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

Going home was hard – painful even. But falling back in love with Jimin, the boy you left behind? Downright gut-wretching.

pairing: punk!jimin x reader

word count: 9.3k

genre: 1990s au, exes au, angst, eventual smut

warnings: 90s slang, VOMIT MENTION (nothing graphic), alcohol, oc has dead parents :c, mention of a house fire

A/N: YEAH BOI ITS ANOTHER SERIES!!! thank you to @ezralia-writes @gukyi​ @wwilloww​ for letting me use their likeness!

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PART ONE

“Hello?”

Your cautious knock against the open front door rang out through the old victorian era home.

Your grandmother had always left her front door cracked open for as long as you could remember – you’d imagine to some that might have been strange, but in a town as small as yours, that was just the way it went. Neighbors knew each other intimately, their parents and their parents’ parents having grown up together for as long as memory could stretch back.

From peaking inside, you could tell not much had changed about your grandmother’s home from when you left town. The same green floral wallpaper was stretching across the living room that you had grown up with. You remembered how you used to run down the halls playing pretend, the walls serving as a forest of green and white columns serving as trees for every one of your adventures.

How far you dreamed of traveling even at a young age, wanting more than your small town could offer.

“Come in, darling! I’ll be out in a moment,” You heard the familiar voice call out from somewhere in the kitchen, an ache in your chest echoing.

Clutching at the strap over your shoulder, you reentered your childhood home for the first time in years, holding your breath as if a sudden exhale would send it crumbling down on top of you.

“How can I help–”

You watched as your grandmother made her way into the living room, her friendly smile dropping the moment she laid eyes on you. For a moment, no one said a word, the two family members standing across from each other silently, neither wanting to be the first to speak.

It was you, ultimately, who broke the silence.

“I’m sorry.” You began, eyes welling as they mirrored your grandmother’s.

“How could you?” She breathed, disbelief dripping off of every word.

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drunk touchy jeongguk coming over to his best friend’s place to crash, only to realise her boobs are soft as hell and he MUST absolutely shove his face into them or else he will die. oc agrees becauses it’s jeongguk. (everyone is pining over each other but no one says anything because fanfic)

You must love Jeongguk a whole damn lot. More than either of you realise because you choose to unravel yourself from the warm cocoon you’d constructed from the fluffy blanket Jimin had gifted you last Christmas and stumble to your door, where he’s knocking insistently. You could have left him to freeze in the cold – your position was perfect, finding it again would be near impossible and the movie you were watching was pretty good – but you don’t. You open the door to his drunk whiny ass and let him in. Again, you must love Jeongguk a whole lot.

“You know you could have gone to your apartment,” You mumble, locking the door behind him. He smells like tequila and sweat. A gross combination but you let it slide because he’s shooting you that million-dollar grin as he toes off his shoes.

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dad!jk letting fascinated son play with his earrings and long hair (and depending on age baby saying he wants long hair and earrings just like dad)

y’all i love the parents au lol. i decided to write a small drabble about this one :) threw in tattooed jk for the culture 

It didn’t take long for Jungwoo to start fiddling with his dad’s ears. It was a natural attraction really. His dad frequently wore long dangly silver earrings that flashed whenever the sunlight hit them, a glare that caught his curious four-year-old gaze. And like a crow drawn to sparkly things, Jungwoo hands often wandered towards his daddy’s face, tiny chubby fingers clasping onto the cool metal desperately. Jeongguk tolerated the invasion of space simply because the awe in his son’s face made his chest warm. It was one the small things he loved about being a father, the look of pure adoration in his son’s face made every difficult thing about parenting worth it. But today Jungwoo’s curiosity is different, he’s poking his earlobes with intent, squeezing the flesh around his piercings hard and then doing the same on his own ear. You’re across the living, nose buried in a novel Eungjung had recommended you but your eyes keep flicking towards your son and husband, intrigued by his mannerisms.

Jeongguk is unbothered, fingers tapping swiftly over his laptop keyboard, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He’s slumped on the floor, giving Jungwoo the perfect advantage to clamber onto the couch so he can pester his father. He’d been messing around with the train set strewn across the living room floor but the reflection of Jeongguk’s screen on his earrings had garnered his attention rather quickly.

It takes you a moment, to pick out the gentle whispering floating out of his little mouth over the droning of the cartoon on the TV.

“One…Two…Three…” He gently presses Jeongguk’s piercings and then does the same on his own ear again. Repeating the behaviour you’d watched him do for the past five minutes. But then he abruptly stops, round face briefly obtaining a dreamy element as he imagines something. There’s a bright glow in his eyes as his hands sneaks into the long dark locks of Jeongguk’s hair. He plays with it for a moment, tapping his father’s head fondly. But then he tugs it rather hard.

“Daddddy! I have a question.”

Jeongguk’s hand comes around Jungwoo’s chubby one, gently pulling his son’s fingers out of his hair. “Jungwoo, remember what daddy said about pulling people’s hair? Did I say it was a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Bad,” Jungwoo mumbles back. “Sowwy.”

Jeongguk turns, lifting his hand to ruffle his son’s hair. “That’s right, bubs. Apology accepted. What’s your question?”

Jungwoo lights up at that, brown eyes glittering. “When do I get holes in my ears? When I’m an adult, like you and mommy?”

That catches your attention and Jeongguk splutters a soft chuckle from across the room, a tiny smile on his lips.

“What?” There’s still hidden laughter in his voice.

“Holes?” Jungwoo tugs at his ears. “Wike you, daddy.”

“Oh.” He laughs, snatching Jungwoo up and pulling him into a tight hug, His laptop gets sent to the ground with that movement, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind. Jungwoo giggles into the crock of his father’s neck, a sound that makes your heart feel full. “You want piercings? Like daddy?”

He nods his tiny head, the brown curls on his head bouncing with the motion. “Wike daddy,” He affirms, hands going straight for his dad’s long hair. “And I want my hair long! It’s too short,” He frowns. “I want to be cool wike daddy.” Jeongguk catches your eyes, his cheeks tinged rose and a broad grin on his face. You smile back, unable to stop the little giggle that escapes your lips.

“You’re going to have to ask mommy for permission, bubs. If she says yes we can your ears pierced. Is that okay?” Jungwoo nods hard, a bashful smile on his lips. And then his grabbing at Jeongguk’s arms, fingers tracing over the black ink marks etched on his father’s skin.

“Can I get these too? I want drawings on my skin!” It’s an innocent question but he’s shocked by the loud laugh that comes from his father’s mouth.

“I think mommy’s going to say no to that one bubs.”

give and take!couple taking a break from having hardcore sex to be cute and cuddly :) based on this tweet i saw a month ago. roughly 800 words! jk is big baby here. oc is still a hard working textile student!

You’re too nestled in the warm embrace of slumber to hear his sluggish footsteps, eyes closed shut and your comforter wrapped snugly around your frame. There’s also the exhaustion from your day keeping you cemented against the bed-sheets, body turning into mush as it slowly recovers the energy it had lost. Deadlines had forced you to stay in the studio most of the day, exhaustingly weaving a stretch of fabric that was part of your final presentation for this semester. Your fingers were aching as a result and your eyes were sore from the constant strain on them. It was hard to concentrate on such a repetitive task but you’d rather focus on it properly than having to fix a problem or rewarp the entire loom. Jeongguk was kind enough to pick you up after his baseball practise, but it was clear the moment that you climbed into his car that both of you were too exhausted to do anything tonight apart from eating and sleeping. 

That was evident by the prompt manner in which Jeongguk collapsed on your couch after stuffing his face, legs spread apart and his face tucked into the crook of his elbow as he fell quickly into the gentle darkness of sleep. You’d gingerly covered his body with a soft cotton periwinkle blanket, heart warm at the sight of him fast asleep, russet curls tumbling into his face and his face adorably relaxed. You hadn’t thought much about it as you moved to the bedroom and crawled underneath your sheets, eyes already heavy the moment your body hit the bed.

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