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stolen hug

pairing : office worker! bangtan x office worker! gender neutral reader

summary : overwhelmed with your life you threaten to have a breakdown at work, but a co-worker comforts you.

genre : 98% complete fluff | 2% angst bc reader is sad :(

word count : 679

warning : description of anxiety and slight breakdown, implications of panic attack, consensual hug

author’s note : this is my first fic ever, I’m so excited !! I hope it conforts you and warms your heart like it did to me (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Also, I wrote it thinking about Jungkook, but no name is mentioned so you can insert whoever you please.

Sometimes having a stranger wholeheartly support you can be way more beneficial that your family or a friend.

Sometimes, you’re so down bad that anything will do.

it’s been overwhelming. you don’t even recall when it got to this point.

between all your work obligations that has put so much pressure on your shoulders ; you being away from your friends for so long that nobody messages you anymore ; and adding to that your unstable journey to pursue your dreams of being a model being severely impacted by the lack of time you can dedicate to it... you thought you were about to go insane.

you’re just living struggles after struggles. you know you need help but you don’t even know how to ask, and who to ask it from.

your current situation is bothering you so much that you can’t even sleep well anymore. you just can’t bring yourself to rest when you have to worry about so many things at once.

Damn. I think I’m at my breaking point, am I not...

your throat was starting to burn and your stomach was aching.

sensing a breakdown coming, you abruptly stand up from your seat at the office and run to the toilet as fast as you can.

your vision was blurry from the tears threatening to spill. it was too much, even if you tried your hardest to hold them in.

You were walking so fast, you don’t think you were even walking straight.

Please someone. Help me.

Right after you turned the corner of the corridor, you bumped face first into a solid chest.

Your balance was slightly affected by your fuzzy mind but you collided so hard into that person, you really couldn’t refrain yourself,,, you were falling over.

Preparing yourself to meet the ground you just closed your eyes and held your breathe.

Until...

you felt a strong grip on your waist, and next thing you know, you’re engulfed in a very tight hug.

The person is just standing there, holding you close and not letting you go. They’re not saying anything, nor moving one inch.

Why... Why is it so warm and comforting...

You can’t even bring yourself to open your eyes. The tight embrace comes from a stranger, but surprisingly, it feels like home. It’s soft and heartwarming.

Your heart is beating so fast.

You’ve been craving this. For so long,,, The way you were touch deprived... it has driven you insane. God, you really needed any sort of emotional support. so badly.

Suddenly, the urge of wanting to hold them back was so strong, before you realized it you found yourself with your arms wrapped around their waist.

You freeze.

They don’t react.

The tight embrace lasts longer than it should be and you know it. They must know it too. But you sincerely don’t want it to end. You wish it would never end.

At some point, the person breaks the silence.

“hey... are you okay ? are you hurt somewhere?”

No answer.

You swear you could talk, but as you open your mouth,,, nothing but a chocked sob comes out.

Man, why did they have to ask if I was ok... of course I’m not.

The guy figures you weren’t physically hurt, but rather emotionally affected. You were starting to shake into his arms.

Yet, he didn’t push you away. Why would he ? That’s just insensitive. You were visibly struggling... a bit of support is never too much.

“You can relax. I got you.” is all he manages to say, but he figures it must be enough for now.

If you were just quietly sobbing at the beginning, by now you were definitely crying onto his chest. You couldn’t take it anymore. You will not pass the occasion to have any sort of support, no matter how embarrassing or pathetic this whole situation may seem.

Yes, they are strangers. Yes, they don’t know each other. Hell, you didn’t even get to see his face.

But none of that mattered.

For now... he’s got you. And it’s more than enough.

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6:58 AM

pairing : boyfriend! Jungkook x girlfriend! black fem reader

summary : “Let’s just stay in bed, like this, a little longer.” // “Kiss me again, I want you.”

genre : 100% full fluff and comfort

word count : 1,135 words

warning : none ^^

author’s note : I wrote this fic for those that struggle to sleep and are in need of comfort and love. Reader has long dreadlocks/locs. Even though I paired it with Jungkook, no name is explicitly mentioned, so you can imagine someone else :) Also, it’s my first time going over the 1k mark, let’s gooo !

It’s been a little while since you’ve been up, blinking softly and staring at the ceiling. Absorbed by your thoughts, you lost track of time.

You check your phone. 06:58 AM

The city lights were slowly giving their place to the orange sun, timidly making its way through the curtains of your room. You feel how the other person sharing the bed with you is shifting a little, still asleep. You wanna feign sleep too but you’re already up, no matter how hard you force your eyelids shut. It seems like your body has had enough rest.

You tried to get up from the bed when you noticed a strong pull at your waist : you were imprisoned in a tight embrace, leaving you no room to move.

Laying next to you was your cute lover, breathing softly and very much asleep. You two have always been hard sleepers, but he definitely had more trouble waking up than you did.

You stayed there, watching as the very faint sunset illuminated his mesmerizing features, leaving you endeared at the sight in front of you. His broad topless chest rising and falling peacefully with his soft breathe was easing your mind.

For a few moments, you were laid on your side facing him, just admiring the view in front of you and enjoying the comfortable and relaxing stillness as much as possible. The urge to smoother his face with kisses grew larger and larger. You figured you would have to escape his grip to go brush your teeth.

So you caress his arm holding you, ever so softly, and being the needy baby that he was, he pulls you closer to him.

Your face now in the crook of his neck, you whispered “hey baby boy... please let me go ? I need to pee”.

Of course in reality you didn’t need to pee, but you wanted to be sure he’d free you. He cooed at the nickname you gave him — it was his favorite — but he held you even tighter.

“Let’s just stay in bed, like this, a little longer.”

His raspy and silky morning voice ran chills down your spine. God... you wanted to kiss him so bad. He just had to let you go.

“I promise I’ll stay as long as you want to. But let me just go to the bathroom.” there was a hint of urge in your voice, but you were still sweet and not pressuring. He shifted a bit more to the side and released the hold he had on you, giving you room to stand up and do your thing.

While in the bathroom, you quickly did your morning routine, brushed your teeth, applied vaseline to soften your lips, and removed your bonnet so he could run his hand through your locs. He loved massaging your scalp, and smelling the sweet scent of the oils you use to take care of your hair. In addition to the coconut oil you already applied on your face, you also put a little touch of vanilla perfume on your neck, just because you know it will make him melt.

When you were done, you went back under the blankets and laid on top of him. He instantly closed his arms around your figure. His heartbeat calmly vibrating through his rib cage and the warmth of his hands slowly running up and down your back was soothing you.

Even though you wanted to spend the morning kissing him tenderly, you felt like you were about to go back to sleep.

Then, it was his turn to pretend a pee urgency to go to the bathroom and do his morning routine, your delicate scent waking him up. Also, since he wanted to spend the morning lazily in bed, he figured he might as well freshen up too.

He came back smelling like peach and roses, and you swear your whole body turns into a puddle.

As he exited the bathroom you were looking at each other, but as he approached the bed you turned around. You sometimes did this to “tease him” but deep down you knew it was because his fierce gaze was intimidating you.

He was very aware of that fact and that’s why he immediately understood your shyness.

When he got on the bed, he put you on your back, hovering over you and forcing you to look at him.

“Ah.... you’re still so shy and intimidated whenever I look at you right in your pretty eyes.” he sighed, full of contentment. It meant she still loved him, as strong and as new as if it was on day 1.

His look on you right now.... you knew it too well. His eyes are full of love, joy and pride of you being his lover. He was so grateful to have the chance to experience a love this strong and this passionate for you. He will never be tired of loving you, and he wanted to prove this to you as much as he possibly can.

You felt all of this, just by him locking his pretty doe eyes on yours. And you received his feelings right in your heart. Heart that’s going to explode by how fast and loud it was beating in your chest. This was all becoming a bit overwhelming to you, so you moved your head to the side in an attempt to ground yourself.

It was funny to him seeing the effect he had on you. You’re a very strong and independent woman, but you’re also very soft and cute for him. And the way you were never scared to show both sides to him always made him smile and feel giddy with love for you.

He took your head in one of his hands, put it back in place and grinned at you, his dimples at the side of his mouth greeting you good morning.

“You’re so adorable doll.”

Then, he pressed the softest kiss ever to your sweet plump lips.

It was slow and passionate. You kissed back ever so slowly before he parted his lips and started deepening the kiss.

You thought you were floating...... as a matter of fact you were on cloud nine right now. Your guts filled themselves with a satisfying tug. it’s the butterflies... you thought. Feels like heaven.

After a few more seconds, you two separated to catch your breathe.

He was back at staring right into your eyes, this time caressing your cheeks too. Then he started giggling softly. It was definitely music to your ears.

He broke the silence.

“I will never get tired of kissing you.”

Your hands, who were previously on his chest, found its way around his neck and your fingers ran through his hair.

“Then, kiss me again... I want you.”

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6:58 is the epitome of comfort fics🥺🥺🥺🥺 it was such a soothing read ajkdsksks

Thank you so so much dear !! I’m really happy and proud that my writing comforted you and soothed you 🥺🥺🥺

I wrote something else called ‘stolen hug’ maybe you can check it out for another soft/comforting fic, even if it has another setting ☺️💜

gaming chair

summary : “You make me smile, even when I don’t want to.” — jk feels awful these days and he plays video games a lot to distract himself. But this time.... it’s not cutting it no more, and he definitely needs real help. So he calls the only person that knows how to soothe his heart no matter what : you.

pairing : college student! jk x college student! black fem reader

genre : fluff + a bit angst bc jk has some mental health issues. but dw there is loads of comfort

word count : 3769

warnings : description of anxiety, description of a slight panic attack, talk about mental health issues, light mention of suicidal thoughts, light swearing

author’s note : I wrote this while struggling myself with the problems jk is facing, so this will be very therapeutic for anyone needing some support right now 🥺 Jk and reader are asexuals so no smut or anything is implied ! when they hug, it’s just that— a hug lmao. And reader has braids :) Enjoy loves <3

Another average game.... sigh.

He’s been at it since, like,,, 1 PM. It’s already 8 PM.

God... this is awful. I can’t just spend my days like this instead of actually dealing with my emotions.

It’s what he tells himself every time, yet he can’t seem to act on it and actually get better.

He definitely needs some help.

It’s hard when you’re dealing with constant anxiety, you know. Because you’re afraid of failure, you’re afraid of disappointing people, you’re afraid you’re not working hard enough, that you’re not giving you’re all every single day.... and it paralyzes you.

You literally cannot do anything anymore because you’re too afraid. You’re frightened by the unstable and unpredictable future.

And it’s oh so exhausting.

The worst thing isn’t even the anxiety itself; it’s when you’re completely aware of it, yet you can’t seem to help yourself. You can’t seem to be able to pick yourself up and get it together. You just can’t because you’re already talking down on yourself so much every single day since you’re not able to function properly, that you manage to convince yourself that you don’t even deserve help. You don’t deserve to heal, you don’t deserve a redemption arc. And it sucks, to say the least.

When he finds himself too lost in his thoughts and rummaging too much in his own misery; he just needs distraction. He needs it to stay afloat, to give himself a semblance of mental care.

He found a bit of comfort in video games. Online, he is praised for his concentration, his tactic decisions and his sharp reflexes. It’s an instant rewarding activity : when you win, you are respected and looked up to. People always wanna play with you and there is no unnecessary long preparation to get better. It’s no secret : play more, win more.

At the beginning it was somewhat healthy : he only played a few hours on weekends so he could work on all the college shit he needed to do during the week and not interfere with his studies.

But, as time passed by, with college getting more complicated and exams coming up,,,, he couldn’t endure the pressure. All he did was play everyday, all day long. Even during the night.

Yes, it sounds very stupid, but when games are a way of escaping reality and relieving the constant pain in your head as much as the constant pull on your chest caused by all this pressure he felt,,,, it was a lot more than needed.

He could ask for help from friends or family or maybe some classmates. But he knew how judgemental people could be, and how tense and optuse they were when it came to dealing with mental health issues. He would just get remarks saying that he was being lazy or some other bullshit like that ; and he really didn’t wanna deal with none of this.

So he doesn’t talk to anyone about this.... except with you.

You’re the only person he always confides to and seeks support from. Your simple presence soothes his heart and calms his overwhelming thoughts.

Now,,, don’t get it twisted : you two were not a couple.

You met on campus.

He already noticed you walking around, and he did found you beautiful, but he never said anything to you and kept his distance, just admiring from afar. Nothing big.

One day, while he was visibly struggling over some dumb assignment that was due the day after, he did not notice when you sat next to him to study because the college library was packed and the only available chair was the one he used for his bag. He also did not notice when you looked over what he was doing and the way your eyes lit up when you realized you two were studying the same subject; meaning you were in the same course. He only became aware of your presence when you tapped on his shoulder and proposed to finish the assignment together.

Eventually, you grew closer and closer to each other. Ever since then, you’ve both always tried your best to help each other and stay by your side.

(He will never openly admit the crush he has on you though.)

You were truly and sincerely a really good friend, and it’s not the crush talking.

You were genuinely a great person : always offering a hand to help, always offering an ear to listen, and always offering advices to get through the hard times, only when he asked. You never judged him. You would never give unrequired mean comments and passive aggressive ‘motivational speeches’ or whatever the fuck his parents called the awful messages they were sending him.

He definitely needed a shoulder to cry on.

It was a bit complicated because... he never asked for this much before. He never asked for more than just some quick help, but you would provide him with way more than what he expected, every single time. He couldn’t deny your support, even if he wanted to.

So he pressed your contact name and sent you a message, asking to come to his place to help him get back to work.

Wait what time is it— 09:24 PM already ?!

Before he could tell you to forget it and come back another day, you already answered〈I’m on my way ☺️〉

Guess he just has to buy you pizza now.

______________________________________________

10 minutes or so later, you knocked on his door.

He just finished tidying up his room a little bit, to occupy himself before facing you. He musters up all the courage he has, and comes to the door.

Usually, he’s never nervous to see you and stuff, but this time,,, it was different.

His hands starts to sweat and he begin struggling to breathe.

inhale.......

exhale.......

After calming the pounding heart in his chest as much as he can, he finally lets you in.

You’re too taken aback by his obviously tired posture to notice the slight blush tainting his cheeks as he greets you.

“hi [y/n], thank you so much for coming. I needed you.”

Even though he tried his best to conceal it, the exhaustion he felt was dripping from his voice. And the rawness of it betrayed him by showing that it must be his first time speaking out loud to someone in a while.

He started to feel self conscious of his miserable state.

But, his concerns faded away as soon as you spoke up to him.

“hi jeon. don’t worry about it : I’ll always be there to help you.”

His heart skipped a beat.

As you took off your shoes, there was a huge silence between you two. While you’ve been passed the stage where silences are awkward, it still feels heavy.

When you were done getting rid of all your layers, you broke it.

“ok, you know that I know that you don’t really need me for some homework stuff. What’s going on jeon.... please, tell me everything that’s on your heart. I’ll try to help you deal with it.”

You took his arm and tried to bring him to sit on his couch, but he stayed stiff. When you looked back at him, he was looking at his feet and playing with his fingers. It caught you a bit off guard.

“uuh...... can we please go to my room instead..? I’ll feel, um, more comfortable.”

it was not the first time you went to his room so why was he acting funny right now ? You really started to think that something very bad happened, seeing how fidgety and unsettled he was.

When in the room, both of you sat onto his bed, and you patiently waited for him to tell you what was actually going on.

He took a deep breathe, and started to talk while looking at his hands and playing with them.

“I’ve been stuck in such a bad place lately. I can’t do anything. All I do is sleep all day and play. I’m not even good at it too, like my level is getting worse than ever everyday. And don’t get me started on my fucked up sleeping schedule. I’m a mess.” he chuckles, a humorless laugh leaving his lips.

He was still clearly uncomfortable, his voice not louder than a brittle, as if he was just talking to himself.

You nodded, signaling that you were listening. Even though he wasn’t directly looking at you, he got the message, and kept going.

“I... I struggle so much with concentration. I can’t focus on shit for more than 5 minutes. It’s driving me insane. Can you imagine not being able to concentrate on something else that video game or scrolling on social media for more than 5 mf minutes ?! Gosh, I feel so lazy and useless.” he said, rubbing his eyes furiously.

He was clearly getting heated, and usually you would’ve immediately jump in to tell him that he was wrong, that he was such an intelligent, very creative and overall wonderful human being.

But you understood that he only needed an open ear to listen to him for now, as he confides all his bottled up feelings.

So you stayed silent.

He continued.

“And, I know it’s not my fault, right ? like,,, it’s just a rough time, I’m just supposed to tell myself that I’ll be ok, that it’s all gonna be ok, and I’m supposed to magically feel better and keep it pushing. It’s how it must be, right ? ....but I feel like it completely is my fault. I feel like I’m giving up on myself, that I’m not taking the responsibility to care for me. [y/n]... I don’t want to push anymore. I don’t want to do anything anymore— I don’t have the energy to. I- I cannot stand the constant pain in my chest and... I cannot stand the chills that run down my spine when I realize a deadline is getting closer and closer while I still didn’t start an assignment, because I don’t have any motivation to do so. I cannot stand the everlasting fear of failure that lingers in my mind and keeps me from touching a textbook during weeks— because working frightens me. I’m- I’m... broken. I am literally broken.” As he unfolded more and more, his rambling became jerky and messy.

You could feel the pain in the way his voice cracks and the way sobs were falling out of his mouth.

“I’m so anxious about the future and about how I completely lost control of my life, that I can’t even sleep. I don’t eat much either. I’ve given up on life. I feel empty, worthless and tired. So tired. [y/n]... I’m tired of living.” he said, the last sentence almost too quiet to be heard.

Soon enough, he was crying. It was very hard for him right now. Still he tried to repress it, as he promised himself not to breakdown in front of you. But it was useless.

Way to go ! Now you look even more of a mess than you already are.

You reached out, and took one of his hands in yours while softly wiping his cheeks with your other hand. With the softest voice you could manage, you encouraged him to let go as much as possible.

“.... let it out. Let it all out. Cry as much and as loud as you want to. Please Jeon allow it to yourself.” you told him with a small smile.

And he did just that. He cried, and cried, and cried. And you stayed, patiently rubbing his hands and his cheeks.

Seeing him like this was breaking your heart so much, you felt your own tears coming up. You wanted to be there for him and protect him as much as you possibly could. You would never give up on him.

After a little while, he calmed down. You felt relieved because he seemed to feel a bit better as he has finally been able to open up and get rid of all these thoughts clogging his mind.

He felt the same, noticing how such a big weight has finally been lifted off his shoulders.

But still, he felt uneasy about what he was about to ask.

He started to fidget with his fingers again, and realizing that’s the body language he has when he feels nervous about what he’s about to do or say, you tried your best to ease him.

“Do you have something else you wanna talk about ? You know you can tell me anything. You know I’ll always be there for you.”

You kind of regretted the way the last sentence sounded a bit much but oh well, honesty has never killed anyone. Your feelings were genuine and you wanted to make sure that he knows there is someone there for him.

It visibly helped him loosen up a bit. So, he musters up all the courage left in his body, and he decides to request this one thing he’s been needing the most : “well hum... can you give me a hug please..?”

You almost immediately answered of course, and started leaning into him— but... it wasn’t exactly what he wanted.

“wait! no- not like this.”

You leaned back in your place and couldn’t help your eyebrows frowning, your confusion showing very hard on your face. You guys would hug sometimes so you didn’t quite understand his reaction.

why was he acting suspicious about it now ?

He saw the frown on your face, and it stressed him out even more. The last thing he would ever do is to make you mad or uncomfortable.

“ok, it’s not that I do not want to hug you, but can we do a different hug..? Like uuh... you hug me but like,,,, you cradling me on my, um, gaming chair.”

He wanted to tell you that basically he would liked to just... be spooned. But it was hard enough to get this request out of his chest, and he didn’t wanna startle you even more.

He didn’t see your reaction because he was looking at his hands instead of you, but sensing how you didn’t say anything, he looked up to you.

You were silent — fairly surprised — still processing what he just asked you.

But he, on the other hand, couldn’t really read your face ; and he started to panic because he got really scared that he ruined your relationship.

Like,, he knew you were asexual because you talked to him about it several times and it was no secret for the both of you ; but you didn’t really know about him being ace too.

You didn’t know that you sharing the ups and down of your journey on finding out about your asexuality to him made him realize that he felt the same thing and that he may be ace too.

You didn’t know how comforting it was for him to hang out with you, because he didn’t have to not be himself in front of you and that you would never have triggering discussions about subjects that were not interesting the both of you.

He never really talked to you about it, not because he wanted to hide this from you ; but because he was still finding out about himself more and more everyday, at his own pace. Even though he was practically sure by now.

So he felt like he kind of betrayed your trust in him, and that he betrayed himself too because,,, what if you think that he wanted to force you into a sexual setting when he obviously knows it will clearly make you uncomfortable ?

And other than that... even though he had a crush on you and he would definitely enjoy being linked to you in a romantic way.... you two were really good friends and he cherished the connection you already had with each other so much. You meant a lot to him. He would not handle losing this. Losing you.

What if you reject him ?

Just thinking about it made him feel incredibly dizzy.

His mind was spiraling so much that he didn’t even notice he started shaking because of all the overthinking ; until you grabbed one of his hands with both of yours and rubbed your thumb slowly on his skin.

The truth is you were silent because it startled you a bit. It’s not everyday that the guy friend that you have a soft spot for asks you to cuddle with him in his room.

And if you were being honest...

You lowkey (highkey) needed some sort of comfort yourself.

College life is very exhausting and draining, both physically and mentally. Showering Jungkook with all that support and help, and seeing that it was effectively making him feel better, was giving you the courage to try actively apply your own advices to deal with your own mental health issues.

Helping him was so beneficial to you both, you would never pass an occasion to do it. Plus, you’re hardly ever seeing anyone these days and you trusted him. So... a hug will not hurt anyone.

You answered.

“Don’t worry, it’s completely ok for me Jeon. And please, don’t feel ashamed to ask for help, especially from me. You know I’ll always do it, if it means I can ease you, even just the slightest. ”

After you reassured him, he released a breathe he didn’t even know he was holding. He was so sensitive and vulnerable... His state was really alarming. He did great giving in to his heart and calling you.

He smiled and gave you a small thank you so much.

Seeing how visibly shy he was about all this, you didn’t wanna make it harder than it was for him.

So you got up and took him with you. He followed you from behind like a lost puppy. He was so visibly vulnerable... it broke your heart and seeing his state, you knew you did great giving in to your heart and accepting to come right away.

Then, he sat down on the chair.

And, you got on top of him.

As soon as you settled, he embraced you and held you tight, close to him.

You felt how tense he was and how fast his heart was beating in his chest.

When you hugged his waist in return, he started to loosen up and relax. He even let out a content sigh he didn’t even know he was holding back.

A silence installed between the both of you. A comfortable one.

He started rubbing your back and slowly rocking you side to side.

You stayed like this, just bathing in each other’s presence. You wanted to remain like this with him for as long as you possibly could.

You breathing softly in the crook of his neck, with his heartbeat and the rhythm of his chest rising and falling soothing you.

Him caressing your back and occasionally rubbing circles with his thumb onto you.

It was such a nice feeling....

All of a sudden, your stomach lets out an incredibly loud growling noise. It just had to be right now.

Jungkook started laughing and you swear his laugh is like angels singing to your ear.

He knew he was laughing way too hard for what it really was, but it’s been so much time since he has been genuinely laughing. Genuinely enjoying the moment. Genuinely living life.

“Ah.. I guess it’s the time when I order pizza for you, right ?”

He said smiling. You smiled back a bit embarrassed, and he thought you couldn’t be cuter.

While not letting go of you, he took his phone with one of his hand and ordered the food. When he was done, he went back to embracing you, this time occasionally playing with your braids too.

After a little while, he confessed.

“You make me smile, even when I don’t want to.”

It was obvious he was looking at you, but you didn’t have it in you to look back at him in the eyes. It would be too much for your little heart.

You didn’t answer, you knew you didn’t have to. He knows you feel the same.

You both feel like it is enough just like this : just some soft, comfy, intimate hugs and vibes.

Cool display of friendship,,, between two friends.

Without being ironic, it was actually a very nice moment he was sharing with you. This will always be special to him, and from now on he’ll make sure he spends more meaningful time with you.

He was so happy that he mastered the courage to call you. He absolutely needed this.

Later on, the food arrived, so you parted during the time he went and paid for it. You ate the pizza on the couch, while watching a few episodes of some light hearted anime you were both interested in.

At some point, he looked at the time and— 01:37 AM

shit! I made her stay so late...

“Well it’s ass o’clock right now and I absolutely cannot let you go home, so! you might as well stay. You will sleep in my room and I’ll be on the couch don’t worry! I’ll go give you some shorts and one of my large t-shirt so you can go change and, uh, yeah.”

He was so much more joyful and his eyes glowed with sparkles, compared to just a few hours ago. You were really happy for him.

“Thank you Jeon it’s so nice of you really. Do you feel better now ?”

He replied right on the spot I do! with the biggest smile on his face. Even his adorable dimples were showing.

The butterflies in your stomach were partying right now.

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After giving each other one last goodnight hug you both went to bed. While lied down on the couch, he looked back on the night he just spent and.... He realized how lucky he was to have you by his side. His heart warms thinking about you.

How sweet and understanding you were, despite him being so emotionally exhausted. How nice it felt to have you close to him, and to enjoy the comfort of your embrace.

Ah.... He feels so happy and content right now. He almost cries, and this time, his eyes are full of tears of pure joy.

He manages to settle his fast-beating heart, and eventually falls asleep. Needless to say this night was the first time he’s had a good rest in a while.

Masterlist <3

Omg gaming chair felt so personal. I also suffer from anxiety and I know when it feels like someone has their hands around you and just can’t breathe. This was so comforting! I loved it! 💖💖

aww I’m so glad that this moved you in the right way ! Suffering from anxiety is a constant battle btw you and yourself, and more often than not we tend to blame ourselves for our suffering, and not seek help bc we think we do not deserve it. But we have to learn to be more gentle with ourselves.

Materializing my struggling through Jk and having me come and hug myself through him helped me a lot, and I hope you find the strength within yourself to do the same. Feeling better is a journey and you already took the first steps by looking up comforting content. Keep practicing to be more gentle with yourself, and hopefully your state will get better day by day 🦋

Thank you so so much for your little comment, it made my day 🥺💜✨ You’re very strong and sweet, I wish you the best sweetheart ! 🌸🍀

2:14PM

pairing : boyfriend! jk x girlfriend! black fem reader

summary : You prepare yourself to go out on a date with Jungkook, but your hair is giving you a hard time. Thankfully, your lovely boyfriend will never allow you to get out of your shared home not feeling like the ethereal looking princess that you are.

genre : 100% fluff, endearing boyfriend, domestic acts of love

word count : 711 words

warnings : none ^^

author’s note : this is a lil one-shot I wrote to get myself back in writing 🥺 Jungkook has long blonde hair and y/n has some matching blonde color long box braids. I hope this story makes your heart flutter like it did mine when I wrote it (๑>◡<๑) Enjoy loves <3

You and your boyfriend are supposed to be out in a few for a date you’ve both planned. You’re almost ready : outfit done, makeup done, perfume done. All that was left was your hair.

You were in front of the mirror, livid, huffing and puffing, trying to come up with an idea on what the hell to do with it. it’s been like 15 minutes now and you’ve attempted to do 3 hairstyles already.

Your arms are starting to pass out and your patience is growing thin.

Your boyfriend, a little bit worried about what kept you for so long in the bathroom decided to come get you, and as soon as he saw your state reflecting in the mirror, he understood. And he will not let this ruin your day.

You were getting really frustrated and you eventually decide on letting your hair be and call it a day.

Just as you’re about to give up and move on with your prepping, you feel strong arms circling your waist and pull you in. You don’t even have the time to react or say a single word, before one of these strong arms brings a phone up in your face.

— hold this. — he simply says.

As you pick the phone from his hands, your boyfriend removes his arms from around you, tickling your sides on the way making you giggle and shake a bit. He then runs his hands through your hair, and softly massages your scalp and the back of your neck for a few minutes.

You allow yourself to relax into his touch and close your eyes humming in contentment. Your reaction makes him smile and giddy, but you can’t see it since he’s facing your back.

At some point, he breaks the silence and asks you — what vibe were you going for baby ? — He knows that you’re into y2k style at the moment, but he still wanted your approval before doing anything to you.

(also he wanted to hear you talk, the soft voice you have when you’re very relaxed always makes the butterflies in his stomach act up).

His own honey filled tone and his sweet intentions towards you aimed straight at your fast beating heart and filled you with love and appreciation. After contemplating for a few minutes, you finally answered — hmmm… I know that you would help me but don’t worry, I think I’ll go out like this today sweet — your eyes still closed.

It felt so good, you were actually getting super comfortable and on the verge of falling asleep. Honestly… you would rather stay there and let him massage your scalp then sit on the couch and cuddle with him instead of going out if you could, but he reserved a slot at this manga café you’ve both been dying to try for so long and you knew it wasn’t reasonable to cancel it right at this moment, less than 15 minutes before. Also, you were actually excited to go out. Just greedy with the display of affection, as touch was your main love language.

— as you wish princess. I hope you’re aware that you’re a beautiful angel that looks wonderful with your hair done or not, and that I love you either way. — he softly murmures into your ear as he lets his hands caress your arms and rest on your hips.

You thought you couldn’t melt more for his ways until he started delicately pecking your neck all the way from right behind your ear to the tip of your shoulder. Each of his kisses conveyed all the love and appreciation he felt for you, his soft pouty lips applying a gentle pressure on your sensitive skin with light touches as if it were very fragile porcelain, and it sent you chills that ran through your entire body.

You wish time could stop right then and there so you could live in this moment forever. He feels the same. That’s why, when you intertwine your fingers with him and rest on his chest as he embraces you and rests his head in the crook of your neck, he lets the both of you enjoy this moment longer than you should be, and be late to your outdoor date.

masterlist <3

Hiii i don’t have anything to request rn but i j wanna say that your fics are so beautiful. I love the fluff and how the readers r always treated with kindness and delicacy, which is something you unfortunately don’t see often(irl & online). So tysm this account really means a lot to me<3

omg first of all, thank you so so much for taking the time to write me this. it’s totally okay if you do not have any request at the moment, any feedback means a lot to me ! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

Also I’m so happy that you feel safe and cared for when reading the stories (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) As you pointed out, it’s kinda difficult to have someone treat you well and take care of you out here ; but we could also prevent that from happening for ourselves bc we may feel like asking for basic care and love is ‘‘too much’’. These are one of the main reasons why I try to make my stories as comforting as possible : to allow ourselves to receive (or give in some scenarios!) as much love as we want to, without feeling ashamed or being judged for it.

Again, thank you so much for your message and your lil spam of likes, it truly makes my heart flutter and I’m so happy for the support ♥︎ I can’t wait for the day you make a request ! ˚✩꒰ა♡໒꒱⋆

hi! I love your writing so far especially fluff 🥰🥰wanted to know if you have any jimin works coming soon? love ur work :)

Hi sweetheart 🥺

I don’t have a Jimin fic ready yet, but I’m coming soon w a story abt namjoon ! I’ll get to working on a story w Jimin for u after that ☺️

and thank u sm for your cute comment you’re so so kind 💗

I have a request but not sure if you are taking them. I just got out of a bad relationship with an ex who caused me trauma..(SA)

is it possible if you could write a comfort with possibly bang Chan or seungmin..?

Hello dearie,

Of course, I can write this. I am sorry you are going through this. I hope you like it. <3

"I’ll be here when you wake up…” | Bang Chan |

Bang Chan x g.n.reader

Genre: Comfort

Warnings: it is stated that the reader's ex treated them bad

When you didn’t answer your phone for the third time that day, Chan began to worry. It is unlike you because you always have something to tell your best friend. Time seemed to pass slower now. Chan counted down the seconds for the meeting to end, concern crowding his mind and spirit. Felix is the first one to notice something is off, and in their silent conversation which only involves looks, it’s clear how desperately he is to get out of there. 

You sat in the corner of your living room, screening all calls and texts. The TV is just background noise as you try to block all the horrid memories of your ex. Your head just can’t understand how is it that you are now free. He was the one who kept saying you would be together forever, a forever you didn’t want but you couldn’t help but stay. Now he is gone. 

A soft knock on the door makes you jump.

Shit. Is he here? Is he back? 

“Hi little dove, it’s me. I– just got worried you were not answering. May I come in?” Chan’s soothing voice acts like the warmest blanket in the coldest weather. 

You didn’t want him to see you like this. Have you cried in front of him before? Yes. But this is different. The feeling of your soul being completely tarnished is not something you want to put on Chan’s plate. He has enough things to worry about as it is. 

“I’m coming in, okay?”

You hear the keypad and Chan stepping in, his steps are soft and premeditated like he is scared and unsure of what he might find. 

“There you are,” he whispers. Chan doesn’t allow his heartbreak to reach his voice, but he can’t deny that seeing you like this is beyond painful. You are supposed to feel safe and happy. He made that promise long ago but that was before…well– your ex. 

Chan closes the distance between you and kneels to be at eye level with you, but your eyes can’t look at him so you turn your face away. Sobs escape your lips, but you promise you won’t cry. Not again. You’ve cried enough. His hand touches your head, you can barely feel it, but it is there giving you some reassurance. 

“He is gone, Channie,” you manage to say between cries and as you turn to him, Chan can see in your eyes there is something broken in you. Something he never noticed before but he wouldn’t dare to ask unless you want to talk about it. 

So he nods and now you feel the entire weight of his hand on your head. 

“I will start the shower for you, yeah? I’ll be right outside when you’re done.” Chan helps you up and by the time you are done crying in the shower, he has ordered food, cleaned the kitchen, and had your favourite show playing. 

You silently sit with him on the couch as he eats your ice cream. He spoon-feeds you, your body now feeling tired and getting cosy beside him. As your eyelids close your lips curve into a smile. This is the first time in three days you’ve smiled. 

“Thank you, Channie,” you whisper. 

“Shhh, sleep, little dove. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here when you wake up…”

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a/n: even though this is ✨fiction✨ I hope you all find comfort and reassurance during difficult times <3 my ask is always open.