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Heart of the Storm

Jeon Jungkook was the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you were the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach… But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart… or finally set it free. 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff • Smut • Hint of Angst • Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 6200

Warnings: mentions of emotional neglect • reader has a phobia of storms • very unsafe sex (shield it when you yield it y’all) • hints of classism 

Author’s Note: I will be blunt… This fic was actually very challenging to write. I did not expect it to take so long or so much. There are a couple of people without whom I would simply not have been able to finish it. My wonderful “Fick Riders” Ana, Lindy, and Donna a.k.a. @xjoonchildx​ @ppersonna​ and @taetaewonderland​  • The Lovely Lemon @lemonjoonah​ whose friendship never fails to shock and uplift me • Feedback Queen Rumu @kigurumu​  • and the beautiful angels in the BTS Smut Hub who offered me relentless positivity when I needed it most..

This fic is a little different from my typical style, and I am really happy I was able to finish it. I meant it as a gift to my followers for hitting my milestone and I actually hit another milestone in the time it took me to complete this! I just discovered this didn’t tag and my heart is just a little bit broken… Why?

You’re afraid of storms. 

Born to privilege (at least so you’ve been told), but money could not buy the love of absent parents, nor could it purchase any sort of freedom from the kind of fear that gripped you now. 

You shouldn’t even be here…

Alone in a dorm while everyone around you caught planes and trains and buses back to their diverse points of origin. 

The bed across from yours was usually occupied by your roommate and best friend since high school. She was a scholarship case at the elite private prep where the wealthy dynasties of Southern California sent their entitled spawn. 

A lone pair of Chuck Taylors in a sea of Jimmy Choos.

And a breath of fresh air.

Her father worked in stores; your father owned them, yet, despite the chasm between your social circles, you had become sisters, bonded by something far stronger than blood. 

When the storms came, she climbed into your bed and held you till the thunder passed. 

Unfortunately she and the comfort of her familiar embrace were 30,000 feet above you now; well on the way to celebrate the spring holidays with her chaotic tribe. 

You could have escaped for the week (like the majority of your peers), but your father was on vacation with his new wife (who graduated from high school a mere four years before you did) and the dorms were infinitely more inviting than the sterile halls of your family’s real estate holdings. 

So here you were. 

Alone in a storm.

Or so you thought…

Being an RA looked good on resumes and paid better than most work study jobs, but for Jeon Jungkook, the obligation to stay in the dorms over spring break (when he could be chasing music festivals along the California coast) was a definite downside. 

He heard sobs on his way up from the laundry and dropped the basket of clean clothes on the stairs. 

Only one person signed up to stay over the holidays; the only person who managed to spark shivers down his spine without effort or awareness. 

The princess. 

That’s what they called you when they thought you weren’t listening. It was an unoriginal label laced with jealousy and petty bitterness. 

But it fit you, nonetheless. 

Elegant even when you were clumsy. Distant even in a crowd. Reserved in ways that spoke of intensive social training and endless expectations. 

And you were screaming. 

His hand wrapped around your doorknob in a matter of seconds, but you could not hear him calling out to you over the thunder and the ringing in your ears. 

You did not hear the lock splinter when he slammed his body against the frame like his father taught him to do in case of a fire or an emergency.

Jungkook saw you often in and out of the dorms, yet you never really spoke to him, never offered him more than the occasional pleasantry or disinterested smile. 

He was out of your orbit and you were out of his league. 

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I don’t really know your rules or anything but I was wondering if you could do a reaction or Drabble or whatever about a BTS member of your choose because I cannot choose and a reader that has really bad allergies to pollen. Bad like has hives on their legs and has a hard time breathing from their allergies. It’s fine if you don’t want to. I would be more specific but I don’t really know your rules.

Sneezes And Cuddles

Type: Drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, comfort, humor

Rating: PG 13 (curse words)

Gif Credits: AME3

"ACHOO!"

"Fuck this shit! I hate everyth—I'-I—"

"ACHOOOO!"

—everythinggg!" you manage to finish saying as you try to breathe and get more air into your oxygen-deprived lungs. Your nose is packed and dripping, your eyes burn, and so you reiterate—you hate everything. 

It was your least favourite time of the year, the dreaded, motherflippin—spring.

You could not for the life of you understand why so many people liked spring. If someone were to ask; you could easily write a 2000 word essay with examples and graphic illustrations, detailing precisely why you thought spring was the season of all evil, and how it's outer beauty was just a facade to hide it's deep, dark, evil intentions. 

No, you were not dramatic, the rest of the world was just too naive and easily fooled. 

"Earth to Y/N, hellooo, did you sneeze out the last few brain cells you had, too?" you hear your boyfriend rib good naturedly and in response, you scowl.

"I hope bad things happen to you. I hope you fall off the bed tonight and get a cramp, you son of a—mmph!"

Before you could finish your oh-so-colorful thought, Jungkook somehow managed to shove a spoon full of Benadryl into your mouth and was now crouched beside your supine form, grinning cheekily. 

 "-muhck yohu" you curse as you glare daggers at your boyfriend, the spoon still in your mouth, making your words sound garbled. 

"What was that honey? Love you? Aww, I love you too babydoll!" Jungkook chirps back before he softly retrieves the spoon away from the clutches of your mouth. The gentleness of his actions contradicting his cheeky, teasing outer disposition. 

You wince and make a face, as the taste of the medicine refuses to leave your mouth. Jungkook seeing you in such abject misery, smiles sympathetically before he leans down and drops a kiss on your temple. 

You freeze as you feel his soft, wet, lips, press against the heated skin of your forehead, before you moan aloud, and wrap your arms around his crouched form. 

With your face hidden inside the lapels of his jacket, you groan, "Ihatethis.Ihatethis.I hateee this. I have hives Kook—hives! Is this some sort of karmic payback? Did I kick innocent puppies in my last life or something? This is ridiculous!"

You feel as Jungkook keeps leaving butterfly kisses on your head while you rant your frustrations away, one of his hands is wrapped around your shoulders and holding the spoon away from you, while his other hand runs through your tresses and down your back. 

"It's gonna be okay love, I promise. You'll be fine, this is just an allergic reaction, it'll go away soon. And isn't my babygirl the strongest? She won't let a pansy little cold beat her." teases Jungkook softly as he pulls you closer to him and lets you snuggle between the folds of his jacket. 

You smile as you hear him say that and snort from between his jacket folds before continuing, "Yeah, well, apparently your baby girl isn't as strong as you thought, and as it turns out you are just blinded by love." 

At that, you hear him chuckle before he mutters a soft "Cutu" under his breath and buries his face in your hair—letting you tighten your arms around him and pulling you in his lap, as he settles himself on your shared bed and starts stroking your thighs gently. 

With your hands and legs wrapped firmly around the strong built body of your gorgeous boyfriend and your nose buried in the crook of his neck, you think—'maybe spring isn't all that bad afterall.'

Hope you like this Anon! 

Thanks for reading! 

Have a nice day 💗

the grey area

the absolute turmoil - drabble series part eleven | yoongi/ofc relationship words: 1,050 | slice of life/angst/fluff warnings for mental illness and related themes (named oc)

read the rest of the drabbles from the absolute turmoil here.

“Mina?” she hears from somewhere in their living room, a wall dividing the sound of Yoongi’s voice from her vision of him.

“In here,” she says, then hears him pad around to find her in the kitchen as she takes another bite of fruit.

“What are you doing?”

She swallows. “Joylessly eating a banana at eleven-forty p.m.,” she says.

“Does it taste bad?”

“Too ripe for me.”

He smiles softly at her. “You and your weird love of chalky bananas.”

She gives a hint of a smile back and finishes the banana, then throws the peel in the freezer so it doesn’t stink up the garbage.

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To Begin Again

Idol!Yoongi x Makeup Artist!Reader

Request:  Hey. Can I please request a story where the reader is their new makeup artist and she falls in love with Yoongi after he rescues her from her boyfriend one night. And Jin is her best friend. Thank you so much!

WordCount: 6.6k

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol!AU, 

Warnings: Reader Experiences Both Domestic and Physical Abuse, Excessive Cursing, 

A/N: Please don’t read if you feel uncomfortable with domestic abuse

The prettiest thing about makeup, in your opinion, is how it can give someone confidence. Although, with your new job you didn’t need to give your clients confidence. They had that and some. 

“I got you a green tea!” Your best friend announces as he steps into the green room. You turn to him, eyes alight with happiness as he hands you the warm cup. 

“Thank you!” Your hands cupping the warm drink as his younger brothers file into the room. 

“Thank you, the most handsome man in the entire world.” Jin looks at you as he sits down on the leather couch. His eyes staring expectantly as you sip your green tea. 

“Uh huh.” You say making Namjoon snort as he sits down next to Seokjin. 

“Wah. Such a brat, like I didn’t help raise you.” Jin mumbles as Jeongguk sits in the chair. It was pretty much true, Seokjin didn’t help raise you but he’s been your best friend for most of his life. He was your next door neighbor for the longest time, until you moved to America. You had gotten back in touch a few years ago when you reinstalled Kakaotalk upon your arrival to Korea. You had told him about your interests in the beauty world and Jin being the best friend he is, got you into his company. At first you were an assistant but after their makeup artist left to go work for Dior, you snagged up the spot due to Seokjin’s incessant nagging.

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What’s up, Doc?

Idol!Yoongi x Veterinarian!Reader

WordCount: 9.8k

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Fellatio, Hair Pulling, Cunilingus, Fingering, Choking (Slight), Edging, Orgasm Denial, Impregnation Kink, Unprotected Sex, Doggy Style, Spanking 

It wasn’t often Yoongi gets to go home to Daegu. And it certainly wasn’t often that as soon as he gets to his parents home he has to immediately drop his bags at the doorway and pick up his dog Holly as she limps towards him happily. 

“Mom! What’s wrong with Holly’s foot?” Yoongi calls to his mother as she preps dinner for him in the kitchen. 

“Holly? I’m not sure. What’s wrong with him?” Yoongi scoops up his poodle with a frown. 

“My Holly, what’s wrong?” Yoongi’s mother walks around the wall divider as she watches her son hold his poodle. Yoongi touches Holly’s leg and he gives a short bark of pain before whimpering. Yoongi glances up at his mother with a frown. 

“I’m going to take him to the veterinarian.” Yoongi says setting Holly down gently and grabbing his back face mask from the front zipper of his backpack. 

“Can I take your car?” Yoongi asks grabbing his mother’s car keys off of the key rack by the door. She gives a nod before pouting at Yoongi’s dog. 

“My Holly! What happened to you?” Holly whimpers before sitting down harshly on his butt. Yoongi grabs Holly’s red leash slinging it over his shoulder as he picks up his baby. 

“Come on my Holly. I’ll be back!” He calls to his mother as she walks back into the kitchen.

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This fic made me feel so fluffy and warm inside. I can see the animal crossing vibes that inspired the fic. When I play those games i get a peaceful serenity vibe, like i do from this fic as well.

sunshine riptide | ot7

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⊙  — pairing: ot7 x reader ⊙  — genre: hybrid au, fluff, comfort, found family, ac inspired ⊙  — wc: 13.8k+ ⊙  — warnings: oc has an almost/light anxiety attack towards the end. there is no explicitly mentioned trigger and it isn’t dwelled on for long, but better to let u guys know! ⊙  — notes: here it is! it’s soft, and warm, and I hope that it can be something to cheer up a little bit those who aren’t having such a good day. i love u all,  and I hope you like this piece :) to the commissioner, thank you for allowing me to write this and I truly hope it helps you feel even just a little bit better! <3

Moving to this island whose inhabitants are mostly hybrids was a bit of an impulse decision, something you did with empty pockets barely a cent to your name. Thanks to the kindness of the island’s ‘mayor’ you have a place to stay, the last spare room in a sharehouse with seven hybrids, and for three months he will pay your rent in exchange for you to work in his shop until you are back on your feet. It’s a sweet deal, but when you begin to get along better than expected with your housemates and the deadline for your departure looms ever closer, you’re not sure you’re going to be able to make yourself leave when the time comes. 

— posted; 06.09.2020 | masterlist

“So in exchange for three months paid stay on the island while you get back on your feet, you will work part-time at the Rabbits Den three days a week, and man the desk in the Resident Services Building on Sundays. Is that okay to you?”

You nod eagerly, the ordeal seeming too good to be true and something you’re afraid will be retracted if you don’t act with haste. Mr Bang returns your motion with a little less fervour, the same kind look never leaving his face.

“Perfect, it’s settled then! We’re glad to have you with us, y/n.”

Something lifts from your chest in that moment, as though you’d been walking beneath the cover of a lead blanket and it has finally slipped from your shoulders. You feel a little breathless, and you know the grin that slips onto your face is stupidly wide. Embarrassingly, you feel salty pricks at the corner of your eyes.

“Thank you so much,” you say, and you mean it. It hadn’t exactly been a well thought out plan, moving here with nothing to your name but your most basic possessions, but you’d just needed to escape and start anew and this… this had been the first opportunity you’d seen. The best opportunity you’d seen. “Really, thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome, young lady.” Mr Bang’s expression grows even softer, if possible. “This is a place people come to find refuge, and happiness. You’re welcome here.”

You clear your throat, turning your head to the side and pretending that you need to cough so he doesn’t see the tear that slips out. You have a feeling he knows, though, as you turn back and find him smiling at you, floppy rabbit ears framing his round face. He reaches out, patting you on the shoulder.

“Now, lets find you a room for the night. I’ll send word to the house I have in mind and make sure they have it nice and tidy before your arrival tomorrow. Sound good?”

It hits you only now how tired you are, more emotionally exhausted than anything, and nod while allowing him to lead you down the hall. That does sound good, actually. That sounds amazing.

O – O – O

You’d arrived on this island in the early hours of the morning yesterday, the late-night ferry the only one that runs to this island on the outskirts of the archipelago. It’s likely due to the fact that the captain is a nocturnal hybrid, and hence prefers to run his business under the cover of night. You hadn’t been able to sleep on the trip over, so when Mr Bang had shown you to the room he was happy to lend you for the night, despite it being barely ten o’clock in the morning you’d passed out the second your head hit the pillow. It was more of a nap than anything, but you suspect that the events of the past few months all caught up to you at once because you woke only for dinner and then fell asleep once more. Mr Bang offered no judgement, and simply left a note instructing you where the bathroom is and where you could find towels so that you could freshen up once you awoke. He also left you a coffee bun in a container, since you’d missed the afternoon tea he held the day before.

You hadn’t even been on this island a day and already the kindness of one of the residents was almost bringing you to tears.

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Flower | 33

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst

; Word Count: 6.1k

; Warnings: Discussion of car accident, brief sexual content mention, depiction of a PTSD/panic attack

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: This is a bit earlier than usual but I want to get it out while it was done and I was feeling okay about it…work and job rejections have been hitting ol’ self-confidence hard so writing is a bit tougher than normal. I’ve gone through this for grammar but I haven’t properly proof read. I hope you all enjoy this though and please send me comments and feedback so I know what you think! I love to read them and it helps to boost me :)

; Flower Masterpost

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Flower | 32

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 4k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: A light chapter that I hope you’ll all enjoy! It’s fluffy and fun…but there’s also something significant that happens in it. So PLEASE let me know your thoughts and what you liked about it! The feedback has been decreasing as we’re getting to the end, which is a little disheartening :)

; Flower Masterpost

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the dragon says, “I will consume you, and I will love you as I do it.”

the absolute turmoil - drabble series part twelve | yoongi/ofc relationship words: 566 | drama warnings for mental illness, thoughts of death

long title for a VERY short installment, you know how I roll

go here to read previous parts and learn more about the series. 

“Can I tell you something?” Mina says in the darkness of the bedroom, her comforter pulled up to her chin.

Yoongi clears his throat, his voice deep, low, and gentle when he speaks. “Of course.”

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Heaven Sent; Part 10

Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: None to note.

Author’s Note: This is the last part of this series! Thank you so much to everyone for all of the love you guys have given me, I appreciate it more than you know!! I hope you guys enjoy this final part!!

Two Years Later

“Yoon Aera!” You shouted, sighing heavily as you took in the sight of your eight year old’s destroyed bedroom. You could hear running footsteps, which only further annoyed you because you couldn’t remember how many times you had told this child to stop running in the house. 

“Yes Mommy?” She answered as she stood next to you, and you looked down at her with an arched brow. 

“I thought you said that you could handle packing up your room by yourself,” you said.

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