Jimin: Comfort Blanket (Intro)

Jimin: Comfort Blanket (Intro)

In which you loose your precious comfort blanket- just to find it on the shoulders of none other than Park Jimin.

Tags/Warnings: Alpha!Jimin, Omega!Reader, Idol!Jimin, omega struggles, alpha problems, stereotypes and judgmental 'fans', angst, fluff, strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: jimin is possessive over his new blankie, reader is in need for it

Chapter length: short/mid

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Being an unmated omega sucked.

It's not the dreamy situation everyone thinks it is. You're not sought after and constantly asked out, there's nothing great about it. It's either chuckles and whispering jokes to friends, or horny newly-presented alphas who think it's their chance.

And the emotions are constantly all over the place as well.

Without a mate, as an omega, you naturally constantly feel.. Lost. Like you forgot your wait at home or suddenly notice your phone is not in your picket anymore. That feeling of dread that makes your stomach drop and hands shaky. It's always there.

Except at home.

For the rare occasion of an older omega like you, social isolation is the main reason they end up in the situation of being unmated at such an age. Normally, Omegas present at the age of 16, and typically mate soon after.

But putting boring facts aside, it's not always this bad.

You've got your ways to somehow live your life regularly; you stay low, away from any attention, and carry things around to help you cope with the lack of a partner who'd provide emotional stability in most situations. You're a little shadow moving in the background- never seen, rarely ever noticed at all. You got a comfort blanket drenched in your scent, and it helps to clear your mind when it becomes overwhelming.

Only that right now, it's gone.

And you have no idea where it is- where it could be. You run around the area, visiting every room you've been in, before you finally let yourself sit in a corner facing the wall, desperate to calm down. You'll find it.

You have to.

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"is that new?" J-Hope asks as he watches Jimin on the couch, reading the setup list with a warm brown blanket over his shoulders. "it's really soft-" he starts, but joins hand snaps out to gently but sternly remove his packmate's hand from it.

"It's- yeah." he says, unsure why he's so protective of it. It smells absolutely amazing, that's for sure- the clean and gentle scent filling his mind and making him almost sleepy. He's oddly happy and calm now, a contrast to his typically rather fiery temper. He's never violent or anything- but as an alpha, and especially an unmated one, he does face issues every day. His mood can sometimes change within seconds, and while he's not as bad as Jungkook used to be, it's still something everyone around him is aware of. He's also needy for physical contact and always has this odd feeling of needing to prove his worth- even if it's just friendly competition. All of this ses to be put on hold however as soon as that blanket laid over his body.

So it's noticeable how at ease he is now.

However, it all changes again when he goes to practice choreography, leaving the blanket folded neatly on the couch, just to return and have it gone. "where's that blanket I put here?" he asks, brows furrowed and temper returning a little as staff smiles.

"oh- someone took it I think when you were mid-practice. I couldn't see who though." she mumbles, before returning to her task of cleaning up everything for today.

Jimin isnt satisfied with that answer.

He's basically on the hunt for that brown piece of fabric now, scent of it an invisible trail he follows around. It's a bit confusing, because the scent seems to go in and out of rooms throughout the entire level of the company building- before he opens a door to check, and finds something entirely else.

You, sitting in the corner facing the wall, counting quietly to yourself.

It's then that another staff member walks in behind Jimin, holding the familiar object and effectively snapping you both out of ut simultaneously. "my blanket!" you both say at the same time, before meeting each other's gazes-

And suddenly you both know: you're screwed.

Final Freedom 1

In which a summoned Demon gains his final freedom at last.

Tags/Warnings: Demon!Jungkook, Sacrifice!Reader, Angst, blood, ritualistic murder, fluff? I don't know honestly

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It's harsh. With no people to care or search for you, and no way yo escape the ropes that tie your limbs down, you feel the way your panic turns into bitter acceptance. Crying is no longer something your body bothers with, as the blood leaves you from the cuts well placed by the man dressed in dark clothing. He mumbles something to himself, frantic, but you can't understand.

Your senses are fading.

"Finally-!" The man gasps, as a crow flies into the basement through the tiny window- turning into a young man dressed in black, eyes wild and untamed. "It worked!" The man claps his hands, not quite believing that it had actually worked at all. There was a real demon in front of him.

Tye young man however seems rather uninterested in whoever summoned him; instead walking around the wooden table where you're laying, barely breathing when he reaches your head. His gaze is soft as he looks down on your fading eyes, a hand surprisingly warm against your cheek. "Its okay." He hums out- and you feel like crying again- something he picks up on. You want to say something- but your vision blurrs and fades, the last thing you feel his hand; thumb carefully moving over your skin.

"I didn't know if it really needed a virgin-" the man begins to ramble. "I don't know if she is, I just found her and-" suddenly, he stills- feeling oddly cold as soon as the demon sitting close to you on the table looks at him with eyes black as coal. "I- you, I.. how will this contract thing work-"

"There is no contract." The demon simply says, voice emotionless as he stands up again, walking towards the frozen stranger.

"B-but-" he starts. "I summoned you!" He says, panicking when the demons hand wraps around his neck.

"Hm, no, you did not." He clicks his tongue. "I came here for her, not for you." He explains, as the man's eyes widen. "You really thought I'd come here running like a dog ready to bend at your command? Don't make me laugh." His hand starts to squeeze- though the sensation running through the man's body is far different than simply suffocating. No- he can feel the way his soul leaves his body.

"Though there is some gratitude to be given to you." He leans in, lazily watching the man fall to his knees, strength leaving him as the demon squats down to look at him. "Thanks to you, I'm finally free." He mumbles with a slight smile, before he seems to notice something; looking behind him with a thoughtful gaze, before he grins, getting up. "If you'll excuse me now;" He casually says, well polished boots loud against the sound of the slowly suffocating man on his knees. "I believe I have a rendezvous with my new freedom." He chuckles;

The crow leaving nothing but a few feathers and a corpse behind.

Remedy | JJK x Reader | 💜☁️🔞🤖

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Android!AU, Android!Jungkook, AI!Jungkook

Warnings: mentions of war, PTSD, Panic attack, confused!Koo, soft reader, like my god I just wanna put her in my pocket and keep her safe, aka that’s what Koo wants to do, protective!Koo, praise kink, unprotected sex but izz fine Kookoo can’t knock her up anyways, soft sex, it’s very soft ngl, there’s a bird, some sad Koo, kook cries here and there, comfort and rehabilitation

Summary: JJK, Or J-Jungkook097 was a tactical fighter-type Android, used in modern war as a simple weapon and nothing more. Now retired after serious injuries, he has to adjust to modern life outside the war zone or he’ll get scrapped; and that’s where you come in, a rare human being ready to take on that challenge.

“Ah, what a waste, really.” A worker says, looking the body of the Android over. “You sure you don’t want him?” He asks, and the older worker shakes his head.

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𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 : Masterlist

You hate how he acts, how he talks, how he treats you- like some dumb girl that's stupid enough to fall into his claws. But you're not that stupid. Or are you?

All parts will be roughly 2 - 4k words. Character asks, and drabbles will be added additionally between the chapters to keep chronogical order of the events during the fic.

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Part 1: I hate you

Part 2: Plastic Rhinestones

Part 3: Self-Sabotage

Part 4: Blacklight

Part 5: Dumb & Dumber

Part 6: Read Me

Part 7: No You Don't

Part 8: Oh No

Part 9: Seeking Hands

Part 10: ???

Jungkook: Until Midnight

Getting paired up for an undercover job with mister know-it-all Jungkook? Manageable. Having to play his fiance? Bad. Getting stuck in a basement with him because you've been caught? The absolute worst.

Tags/Warnings: Undercover Agent!Jungkook, Undercover Agent!Reader, Enemies to lovers, blood, violence, guns, mentions of torture, near death situation, drug smuggling and all bad stuff, I know nothing about actual police work pls be kind, smut in future chapters

Additional Chapter Warnings: Kook is a dick, and not the kind I'd wanna suck if you know what I mean

A/N: stole the idea from an ask over at @sourkoo and I'm not sorry.

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Jungkook is a good looking, talented and arguably charming guy. He takes care of himself, has good work ethic- and he's also a massive dick when he's not getting praised to high heavens.

It's something that pisses you off; he never accepts help even if he clearly needs it, doesn't want any input from others, and he also loves to top other people's achievements.

You arrested a drug dealer? Jungkook once helped arrest an entire ring of drug dealers. You helped a little girl find her mother? Jungkook had helped save an entire class full of kids a few years back. You made yourself a sandwich for lunch at home? Jungkook has a full course meal packed. (that's a lie- he basically lives off of the contents of the snack vending machine in the break room.)

It's nauseating.

You're also sure he's sleeping with one of the front desk workers named Amy- with the way she's pressing her tit's into that way too small white blouse, he surely must've found nothing new when he'd undressed her in the toilets last month.

Everyone knew- after all, they'd both been caught, and rumors spread quickly.

"Miss?" your head snaps up as you look at your superior, a bit ashamed at being caught in thoughts. You'd completely drifted off in the middle of a meeting.

"sorry- headache." you apologize, sitting straighter as the elderly man nods in sympathy.

"I understand. As I was saying, you and Agent Jeon will blend in as newbies. We've prepared new identities for the duration." he explained, and only now did you realize what he was probably saying. "Jeon- you're Han Jungsoo, who got arrested once before, but the case against you had been dropped due to insufficient evidence. Ever since then, you'd been smuggling narcotics over the borders." he explains, placing a folder and a box in front of him, before he turns to you. "and you're Park Hana, his main alibi for any trouble with the law and his fiance of six months. Arrested prior for prostitution." he says, making your eyes widen while Jungkook whistles towards you.

"spicy." the fellow agent jokes, while you furrow your brows at your superior.

"is there a problem?" your superior asks- and you want to yell that yes, there's a huge problem, and it's sitting right next to you wearing a shit-eating grin- but you can't pass this off. If you've been chosen as the best fit- then you had to accept.

Stay professional. This is your chance to climb the ladder of hierarchy.

So you shake your head, pulling the box and new identity closer to yourself. "No, sir." you say instead, looking over at Jungkook, who won't drop his stuck up smirk. "no problem at all."

Except for the guy next to you, licking his lips in amusement.

i will see myself out