#yoongi blurbs

[holdinbacksecrets]

Hi! Can you please write BTS version of the voicemails they will send hinting their feelings? Thank you 😊

thank you for requesting 🖤

voicemails from bts, hinting feelings

namjoon: “i was in a bookstore the other day and started to imagine a book you wrote being on the shelves someday. everything you do, down to the indentation of your steps, leaves behind a story. do you remember your birthday two years ago? you drank one glass too many, and it’s like the fiction unleashed. i recorded a voice memo, but i never played it for you. i want to.”

jin: “are you scared? this morning you sounded really scared on the phone. i’m sorry i didn’t say more or say enough. i was caught off guard because you’ve never showed me scared before, not like that. i’ve seen your apprehension. i’ve seen your insecure. i’ve seen your anxiety, but this was consuming fear. i’m making dinner, and i feel like you probably haven’t eaten today… if your anxiety gives anything away about your scared. come over when you’re off. i’ll greet you with a hug and bowl of soup. or two bowls. i have cheese and bread too. the good bread. the loaf you turned me on to.”

yoongi: “you used the notes app on my phone to write out your grocery list, and i’m amused. it sounds like you’re having a conversation with yourself: right now, i want rice crispies, but i’ll probably change my mind once i’m in the cereal aisle. trust your gut, or get two boxes. you’re 26. no one is stopping you. oh! get some apple juice too. i keep having dreams about twelve year old me at a friend’s house. we’d sit at the kitchen island after school with graham crackers and apple juice, and i miss her. i miss those simple conversations. you’re so pure and magnetic. sometimes i wonder where you came from, but then i’m just glad you made it here—tumbled into my life because you did tumble. you’ve always made the story sound too elegant. the tumble was charming, i promise.”

hoseok: “you’ve been sharing recipes with me, or i guess i should say the final product of your recipes has been shared with me, repeatedly, and now i’m starting to wait for the knock on my door or the ring of a text. is that bad? i wouldn’t want you to ever think i’m demanding treats, but i love… i love the time we spend together when you bring them over, and your eyes sparkle when my expression changes because of how good everything always tastes… i love that too.”

jimin: “did you say everything you needed to yesterday? i swear your lips parted and you leaned in so many times to never say anything. i know it was a busy place, and it’s not that fun sitting at a table for twelve. but i was ready to listen. i’ll be ready at 2 am too. whatever you need. there’s something to this, right? to the ease of our conversations. you trust me?”

taehyung: “do you want to sculpt clay with me? i bought a whole bag and a bunch of tools. i thought about booking a private lesson, but i wanted my record player and access to a kitchen and the ability to get my hands dirty whenever i want to—need it. do you need it too? if not, keep me company while i try to make something?”

jungkook: “can i pick you up today? this is going to sound ridiculous, but your smell used to linger in my car, and i can’t quite make out the notes of your perfume anymore. i can imagine them, but they don’t meet me when i open the door… i can’t leave this as a voicemail on your phone. can i leave this as a voicemail on your phone? i sound insane.”

bonus: “i’m calling to tell you i’m proud of you. sometimes when we were kids, i used to think our dreams wouldn’t make it higher than the trees. i thought they’d get caught in the leaves, die on branches come winter, but look at us. look at you. you’re incredible. we did it.”

[19minutesofsunset]

notes he'd leave under your pillow // min yoongi #1

I moved into the new apartment. You'll probably never see it. But it has you written all over it. The faux wood floor, the cream coloured walls, the clawfoot tub. I wanted to text you after seeing the burgundy armchair. Then I remembered. What you told me the night you packed your things and left the drawer empty. How weird it feels that I don't have to keep another toothbrush anymore, just in case you forgot yours at home. It doesn't quite make sense to me that you won't see how the sunset hits the bathroom window everyday at 4:50 in the afternoon. That I won't see how the golden light hits your hair in that copper hue that left me hypnotised. I signed the lease after seeing the light from the window. There's a pillow next to mine which doesn't make sense if your head is not resting on it. If I don't wake up whining on a Sunday morning because, no, I didn't like when your hair got caught in my mouth. But, yes, I did like hearing your sleepy giggles first thing in the morning.

Forgive me for saying this, but I think I would do everything all over again. I'm sure I would do everything all over again.

[jiminies-ahmee]

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min yoongi. he’s the type to do things silently - like a cat.

like how he’ll neatly display the various sheet masks he bought on the way home on the bathroom sink. or like how he’ll “just happen” to be making your favourite food after you’d told him about a rough day. or the way he’ll overdress in winter to make sure he always has an extra layer to give to you when you get cold. even the way he already has a tissue in hand before you even sneeze when you’re sick in bed.

and especially in the way he never fails to tuck you under his arm once he thinks you’ve fallen asleep at night. he may be silent, but you always hear his soft, “i love you” before he closes his own eyes.

[7ndipity]

Sweet Morning

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Just a lil thing about Yoongi looking after his S/o when they wake up sore after a particularly intense night together.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: slightly suggestive, implied smut, implied drinking, swearing, mentions of bruises, bathing? not proofread

A/N: I’m back! Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I decided to stick with Yoongi for this one, but if you’d like similar blurbs for the other members, let me know! This turned out a lot softer(and longer) than I planned, but I couldn’t help it, I love sweet caregiver Yoongi 🥺(also, I wrote part of this at like 4am, so I’m sorry if it’s eh)

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At first, you thought the late morning sunlight was what woke you, managing to shine through a gap in the curtains directly in your face and pulling you from the cozy cocoon of sleep. The shifting weight of the bed behind you though proved otherwise, a sleepy grin spreading across your face as you felt a familiar pair of arms slip around your middle, a set of warm lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your bare shoulder.

“Morning.” Yoongi rasped, his voice somehow even deeper first thing in the morning.

You hummed contentedly, memories of the night before flickering back through your mind as you stretched.

Yoongi’s lips somehow never leaving yours for more than a moment as you’d fumbled through the front door and to the bedroom, clothes hastily discarded in your wake, tasting the whiskey he’d drank at dinner on his tongue. Falling back on the bed with him, desperation making each touch somehow feel a thousand times more potent, swallowing each other's moans as you rode out wave after wave of pleasure til you were both too exhausted to continue, falling asleep still clinging to one another.

Yoongi’s feather light touches pulled you back to the present, in stark contrast to the night before as his lips drifted up the side of your neck.

"What time is it?" You asked sleepily.

“Late, but I have the day off.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the faint purple mark that was forming just below your ear. “What do you want to do today?”

“I think this is pretty good,” You replied happily, rolling over to face him, but pausing midway as you winced, hissing slightly at the pain in your lower half.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, brow furrowing in concern.

“I’m just a little sore from last night.” You said easily, trying to pull him in to connect your lips, but he pulled back, looking down at you with growing alarm.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, sounding horrified.

“What? No, Baby, I’m fine.” You quickly tried to convince him, but he sat up, gently tugging the blankets away from your body.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

Your skin was littered with hickeys and marks from him, some faint and barely discernible, others blooming in deep shades of red and purple.

He didn’t remember leaving so many marks, but when he was with you, it was like his brain shut off. All he could remember was the taste of your skin and all the sweet noises you made every time he’d dragged his teeth across your flesh.

His frown deepened as his eyes landed on the marks that decorated your hips and thighs, faint imprints of his fingers evidence of his vice-like grip on you from the night before.

He traced a finger over the marks, causing you to wince slightly, shivering from sensitivity. His attention snapped back to your face.

“Fuck.” He repeated, looking at you sadly. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Yoongi, I’m okay, really.” You tried to reassure him, trying not to grimace as you sat up, but he just shook his head.

“I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He said.

“I wanted you to be rough.” You reminded him, catching hold of his hands to pull him closer. “Did you once hear me complain last night?”

He shook his head again.

“Exactly, because there was no reason to. Everything about last night was amazing.” You said, caressing his face gently. “You made me feel so good, you always make me feel so good."

He smiled faintly in spite of himself, leaning into you instinctively as you kissed him, his lips dropping back into a frown as he felt you wince again as you tried to press closer to him.

He pulled away, looking at you softly.

“Wait here.” He said, climbing off the bed.

You did as he asked, sinking back into the covers as your eyes drifted closed.

You couldn’t lie, as much as you might have enjoyed the night before, you were beyond tired, your whole body feeling heavy and achy.

You had nearly fallen back to sleep before Yoongi returned, smiling down at your sleepy form for a moment before rousing you gently.

“Come on.” He said, tugging you up from the bed.

He helped you up slowly, wrapping an arm around your waist for support as he guided you to the bathroom, the scent of lavender enveloping you as you stepped through the door.

He’d prepared the bath just the way you liked, even setting a few of your favorite bath bombs out for you to choose from, as well as lighting a few of your favorite candles to further set the mood.

“What’s all this?” You asked, looking at him in surprise.

He didn’t answer right away, focusing instead on helping you slide in, smiling at the way your eyes fell shut as you sank into the warm water.

“Feel alright?” He finally spoke.

“Mmm.” You hummed, looking up at him expectantly. “Aren’t you getting in too?”

“I can, if you want me to.” He said uncertainly.

“I want you to.” You said, shifting forward to give him enough space to sit behind you.

He slipped in quickly, letting you lay back against him as he grabbed a cloth and started to wash you.

Normally, you’d argue a bit with him, just for the hell of it, saying something about how you were perfectly capable of washing yourself, but you let it go this time, enjoying the feeling of his gentle touch.

“Do you feel any better?” He asked after a bit.

“Mhm,” You practically purred. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” He replied.

“For what?” You glanced up at him quizzically.

He shrugged. “Letting me have you.”

You grinned.

“You know, you didn’t make it out of last night unscathed either.” You said, poking a mark on his neck, making him wince slightly.

“At least I can still walk though.” He said pointedly.

“I can walk!” You argued.

“Like a penguin.” He smirked.

“Yah!” You splashed him, making him laugh. “I thought you were being nice to me?!”

“I’m just trying to keep things balanced.” He said, kissing your temple. “I can’t spoil you too much.”

You pouted, making him chuckle.

“I love you.” he said, pecking your cheek.

“Love you too.”

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[taetaespeaches]

showing care through tending to each other’s hair

bts x reader (ocs) genre: fluff word count: 2K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just some blurbs about bts and reader/oc tending to each other’s hair in different ways. Idk if this is executed as well as the idea I had in my head, but I hope you all like it anyway. I just think caring for one another’s hair is kind of romantic... maybe? Thanks for reading! :)) 

↬ seokjin: “What on earth did you do?” Standing at the doorway of the bathroom, you eye your boyfriend as he lowers the kitchen scissors and flashes you a bashful and guilty grin. “I don’t like when my hair covers my eyes,” he pouts cutely, making you giggle. “Those are our kitchen scissors, Seokjin,” you point out as you walk towards him to inspect his hair cutting skills. Jin turns to face you and leans against the edge of the sink, fighting desperately to not laugh at your attempt to pretend like he didn’t completely botch his hair. “How does it look?” He asks, amused by himself as you snort in response. “Your stylists are going to kill you,” you finally tell him as you trace the uneven ends of his hair with your pointer finger. “Fix it?” He suggests cutely, peering into your gaze from under the askew fringe. Gesturing for the scissors, he easily hands them over, allowing you to take over. “You should have waited for me anyway,” you giggle as his arm snakes around your waist to hold you close to him. “I have actual hair cutting shears, you know.” You watch as his plump lips curve into an amused smile as he nods at you. “This is more fun though, don’t you think?”

↬ yoongi: Your boyfriend is sleepy as he watches the basketball game, his head resting in your lap. He’s spent the first half of the game re-explaining the rules of the game to you for the umpteenth time as you toyed distractedly with his hair. It’s gotten so long, enticing you to keep brushing your fingers through it. “I think your hair is long enough to braid.” You watch as he contorts his features into a confused look that makes him resemble an old grandpa except with pouty lips. “What’s that look for?” You question as he holds back a grin. “Why would I need to braid it?” Rolling your eyes, you comb your fingers through his soft strands. “Why not?” you counter before sectioning his hair into three pieces. As you thread the pieces together, Yoongi’s head becomes heavier against your thighs, his breathing deepening. Intertwining his hair a few more times, you smile to yourself and the pretty braid on the side of his head. “See? I told you,” you tell him, holding the braid together between your fingertips. He simply smiles lazily as he pretends to ignore you, much too enthralled by the dribbling of the ball. Unraveling the strands and brushing them out, you begin again, repeating the motions over and over. Looking up at the game, you watch as one of the players gets fouled and takes to the free throw line. “Wait, why do they get to shoot for that foul but the other guy didn’t?” You ask, getting no response. Peering down at the man, you find he’s been lulled to sleep by the gentle touches on his hair. Grinning at him, you continue braiding his dark hair, happy to see Yoongi so relaxed in your lap.

↬ hoseok: “What are you looking at?” your boyfriend asks over your shoulder as you sit on the kitchen stool, peering down at the phone that holds your attention. Gasping and tugging the device against your chest, you look over your shoulder at his pretty smiling face. “Can’t a girl get some privacy with her second boyfriend?” You tease, Hoseok immediately tsking in disapproval and shaking his head. “You’re so mean,” he playfully complains as you lower the phone to let him see the images you’re scrolling through. “I want to change my hair,” you tell him as he scrutinizes the different hairstyles. He oohs in excitement taking the seat next to you and leaning over your body, touching his pointer finger to the screen and swiping through your options. “Wah,” he suddenly exhales as though he was overwhelmed just by the thought of you with the style displayed. “You’d look really sexy with this,” he kisses your shoulder, causing a small smile to tug on your lips. “A bob? You think I should go that short?” You ask skeptically. “If you want,” she shrugs. “I think it would look really good.” Smiling at him, you deposit the phone on the counter and rise to your feet to stand in front of your boyfriend, squeezing yourself between his thighs. Draping your forearms over his shoulders, you bend just enough to leave a kiss to the apple of his pretty cheeks. “You always think I’m sexy though,” you point out, Hoseok giggling in amusement. “Because you are,” he replies, wrapping his arms around the back of your thighs and tugging you closer to him as he beams. “But still, I like the bob.”

↬ namjoon: You watch in amusement as Namjoon struggles to twist the top of his water bottle off. When he looks across the kitchen island at you with wide innocent eyes, you have to fight back your giggle. Reaching out your hand, he reluctantly places the bottle in your grasp. “Arm day?” You ask as you screw the cap a little, just enough to hear the cracks of it opening. “They’re dead,” he sighs, taking the bottle back from you when you hand it over. “Thank you.” Smiling at him, you tilt your head to the side. “You look like you need to relax for a bit,” you tell him, the man giving you a soft smile. “Let me wash your hair for you.” His eyebrows lift in surprise as he runs a hand through the soft strands. “What? Really?” Nodding at him, you start walking toward the bathroom. “Come on,” you gesture down the hall, telling him to follow you. He does, like a giddy puppy, following wherever you tell him. His face is all crescent eyes, a beautiful smile, and cute dimples as you turn on the water to let it warm up. “We need to give your massive arms a rest,” you tease, though being sincere. Namjoon scoffs but smiles in embarrassed flattery, his expression handsome and slightly goofy.  “Let me take care of you, babe.” You love taking care of him, and it’s not often that you get to dote on him in such a way. He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut bashfully, but follows his shyness by taking his shirt off and stepping toward you a bit more confidently. Perhaps you didn’t think this plan through.

↬ jimin: Standing in front of the bathroom mirror brushing your hair, you catch Jimin’s reflection entering the bathroom with his eyes glued to you. “Want help?” He asks through a stunning smile, making you lower the brush and lift your eyebrows in expectation. “You wanna help me, angel?” You ask, Jimin appearing behind you and nodding. “Let me see.” You hand him the brush and tilt your head back slightly to give him better access to the strands. His strokes are gentle as he drags the bristles against your hair, taking his time. There is no rush, as though he would love nothing more than to stand just like this until you feel completely relaxed. Jimin has always been so doting and nurturing, always caring for you in any way he can. Shutting your eyes, you allow yourself to fully appreciate his soothing motions. That is until he giggles, making you pop your eyes open to find him in the mirror smiling in amusement. “I need you to stand up straight, Dear, you’re kind of melting into me here,” he laughs, placing a hand on your hip and guiding you forward. “Sorry,” you smile, realizing you had relaxed completely into his body. However, you immediately miss the feeling of his warmth, this time taking an intentional step back against him. “Dear,” he giggles, giving up and resting his chin against your shoulder. Laughing happily, you turn into his frame and hug your arms around his slim waist. “Sorry,” you say again, this time less sincere as you smile against his neck before leaving a kiss to the spot. “No you’re not,” he retorts, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “No, I’m not.”

↬ taehyung: Eyeing the ends of your hair, you sigh. “I need a trim,” you pout from your spot on the bed as Taehyung hangs some clothes in the closet. “Want me to do it?” He teases from across the room, a small smile on his face as he finds amusement in his own joking. “Could you?” You suddenly ask, gaining his full attention as he snaps his head in your direction, his smile dropping into a blank expression. “What?” He asks in confusion, lowering the shirt and hanger to his side. “Just the ends,” you clarify, fighting back the smile that wants to break through in response to his concern. “I was kidding,” he points out. “I’ve never cut hair before.” You can see the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out if you’re in your right mind. “There’s a first time for everything,” you shrug. Taehyung’s expression softens slightly as he cracks a small smile, still in disbelief of this interaction. “Peaches,” he sighs, making you giggle. “Dearest,” you reply with a grin. You know the idea of trying something new excites him, and perhaps that’s why you’re pressuring your boyfriend with no hairdressing experience to trim your ends. You’re prepared to tell him how good he is at it just to watch the confidence fill up his stature in that way you love. “You’re losing it,” he then grins as you stand from the bed and make your way towards him. He hangs the shirt just before you reach him and settle your hands on his hips. “Oh, I’m batshit, baby,” you joke. Resting his arms on top of your shoulders, he leans toward you, his lips almost touching yours. “And if I fuck it up?” You shrug again, Taehyung’s face opening into a wide boxy beam. “It’s just hair, Tae.” Pushing yourself forward, you leave a soft kiss to his lips, appreciating the way he has to break away because he’s smiling just a bit too much.

↬ jungkook: Sitting on top of the bathroom counter, you toss your head back in laughter, attempting to catch your breath as Jungkook stares past you and into the mirror with his bambi eyes. A streak of blue sits across his forehead as he asks, “Do you know what you’re doing?” With your blue-stained glove-covered hands held out to the side, you pull a face of offense. “No, but when has that ever mattered?” you question him, watching as a boyish smile overtook his features. “You’ve literally dyed your own hair before, and you’re worried about me.” He glances from his reflection to you as he sighs. “Do I look hot yet?” He asks, pulling a giggle from your lips. “Super hot.” When Jungkook mentioned wanting to dye his hair blue the other day, you jumped on the opportunity to do it for him. Wiping the blue from his forehead, you whisper a quick apology. “I’ll be more careful,” you grin guiltily. “Remember, you’re next,” he warns, flashing a mischievous smile, making you bite your lower lip in thought. “That was not part of the plan,” you argue as you place more dye onto his hair, only for him to take a step away from you to shoot a glare your way. “We’d be couple goals, babe.” Rolling your eyes, you cocked your head to the side, Jungkook mimicking your sassy stance. “We gotta match.” With a sigh, you relent, never really being that against the idea, and never being able to deny him anyway. “Fine. But you’re not done yet,” you nod for him to come closer again. “We’re gonna be so hot together,” he whispers to himself, making you giggle as you get back to work on his hair.

[stylesluxx]

your sibling is a fan — bts

[warnings: in jk’s the reader’s parents are against tattoos but aren’t mean]

summary: in which your sibling is a fan | requested!

word count: 2,333

main masterlist | bts reactions masterlist

kim seokjin

"Don't be nervous; my parents are super nice and my brother is a dork. He'll probably embarrass himself before you embarrass yourself," You smiled, trying to cheer up your anxiety-ridden boyfriend.

"Y/N, really?" He whined and dragged a hand down his face causing you to giggle.

"I'm just kidding handsome. But seriously, he's such a dork."

You use the key you kept after moving out to let the two of you into your family home, immediately greeted by the smell of food and your dad asking if that was you.

"Yeah, it's me and Jin, Dad," You answered as you slipped off your shoes by the door and put on some slippers. "Look they even bought you a pair," You whispered to Jin as you pointed them out.

His ears turned red, making you giggle again and rub his arm.

"Perfect timing, we just finished the food," Your mom greeted you happily as she walked into the living room.

"Mom, this is Seokjin, my boyfriend. Jin, this is my mom," You introduced the two with a big smile. "Oh, and this is my dad," You added as he entered the room.

"It's nice to meet you both; Y/N talks about you every day," Jin speaks up softly while shaking both of their hands one at a time.

"The feeling is mutual, Seokjin. Our Y/N talks about you with great reverence."

"Oh, you guys can just call me Jin."

"Big word, Mom," You teased at the same time as Jin.

She playfully rolled her eyes at you. "Go upstairs and get your brother. Jin, come sit at the table."

Jin looked back down at you but your parents had already walked into the dining room. You gently pushed him in their direction and went upstairs to get your baby brother.

You knocked on his door and waited for a response before opening. "Hey, Kid."

"Hey, is your 'date' here?"

"Yeah but why the quotes around 'date?'"

"Because you and I both know... you can't get a date."

"Yeah, well, put some deodorant on before you come downstairs to meet him."

"I'm sure your invisible boyfriend will be okay with some manly stench," He said as he rolled off the bed and led you out of his room.

"You're 14, what part of you is manly?"

"My skincare idol!" Your brother gasped as he walked into the dining room.

"Huh?"

Your brother turned back around to face you. "How much did you pay to get him to come here tonight? Did you sell the house? Are we homeless?"

"What are you talking about, Kid?"

"That's Kim Seokjin-"

"He prefers just Jin."

"There's no way you're dating him."

"I am though, so if you'll excuse me-"

"No, there's no way I'm not sitting next to him."

Your brother quickly walked back into the dining room and you could hear him apologizing for his behavior and introducing himself.

You followed behind him with a confused look on your face, one that your parents matched from their seats at the heads of the table.

"So, where do you know him from?" Your dad asked your brother.

"I researched his skincare routine. His nickname is literally 'Worldwide Handsome.' How do you think I have the perfect skin?"

Jin chuckled shyly as his ears turned red again, clearly not wanting your parents to find out about his nickname (at least during the first meeting).

"Ah, don't be embarrassed Jin," Your mom quickly chimed in.

You smirked, knowing just how you could get back at your little brother for all his trash talk and doubt.

"Yeah Jin, at least you wore deodorant today. The kid didn't."

min yoongi

"So, when's this guy supposed to be here? He's late," Your older brother asked, clearly unimpressed.

"He's actually not late. Dinner starts at 7:00, it's 6:00."

You changed the channel on the tv, not caring that his favorite show was on.

"You're annoying."

"You're irritating."

"Aggravating."

"Irksome."

"Who even says that? Your loser boyfriend some word genius and teaches you new words?" Your brother scoffed and snatched the remote out of your lap.

You turned to look at him with a shit-eating grin. "Yeah, actually."

Yoongi rings the bell as you're setting the table with your parents, who have already met Yoongi. Your mom is humming excitedly at seeing him again; she's happy your dad can finally talk about basketball with someone other than her. She does love Yoongi, but your father's rambling is just... a lot.

"Y/N why is Agust D at our door?"

You dropped everything and practically ran to the door to greet your boyfriend.

"Hi Yoongs," You hummed in his ear as you pulled him into a tight hug.

"What in the world is happening?" You could hear your brother mumble behind you.

"Hi Pretty," Yoongi chuckled at your excitement. "How are you? How was your day?"

"It was good, just missed you a lot," You sighed as you pulled away from him.

"Enough hogging, let us hug him too!" Your mom teased making the two of you laugh.

Once you reluctantly stepped away from Yoongi, your mom pulled him into a hug, and then your dad, both expressing how happy they were to see him again.

"So, you didn't tell me you were dating a rapper. My favorite rapper at that," Your brother mumbled to you.

"Didn't think it was important and I also didn't know," You shrugged.

"You're kinda... goated for bringing Agust D home," He said and pat you on the head.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "Yoongi, you have a fan."

jung hoseok

"Can you try to eat more of your vegetables please?" Your mom asked your little sister.

"Mom, you kinda just have to let me do my thing. I'm not a kid anymore," Your little sister huffed.

You quickly put a hand over your mouth to cover your laughter. "Babe, you're 10," You reminded her through a snicker.

"But, I deserve some independence! Right? Tell them J-Hope," She tried to argue.

You didn't mean to laugh, it was just so cute. The dark eyeliner and dark clothes to imitate Hobi's Jack in the Box phase but she was just a baby in your eyes; your baby sister that was still in her Hope World phase.

"Babe, you can call him Hobi," You told her softly.

"Really?" She asked, her eyes lighting up.

Hobi nodded and gave her a big smile. "But only if you finish your vegetables," He bargained.

"Deal!"

You placed a hand on his lap and smiled up at him gratefully. "Love you," You mouthed and in return, he leaned down and pecked your temple.

"Well, that settles it," Your dad speaks up. "Welcome to the family, Hobi."

kim namjoon

You're genuinely shocked that your older sister knows who Namjoon is. His music isn't her style and she's so much older than you, so you don't know who introduced her to BTS in general.

"Joon, this is my big sister. This is Namjoon, the guy I'm always talking about." Your arm was wrapped around Namjoon's waist, head against his shoulder as you introduced them.

"Oh, so this is 'Joon,'" Your sister hummed and nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you. You're much more handsome in person."

"What?" You blurted out. "I've never shown you pictures of him."

"Girl... this is RM from BTS. I don't live under a rock," She scoffed. "One of my girlfriends on Facebook-"

"Oh, you're so old. Facebook?" You gasped.

"She posted about him and it was love at first sight. Everyone with eyes has a crush on him, come on Y/N. Let's be serious. And he's smart. He'll be good for you."

You let out a breathy laugh as you looked up at your bulky boyfriend to see him smiling confidently. "Um... I see introductions weren't necessary."

"Anyway, Joon, can I call you that?" Your sister ignored you and took his arm to lead him away.

"Sure," He nodded.

"Great, let's talk about some of your greatest lyrics. My personal favorite is..."

park jimin

You two sat in Jimin's car, mentally preparing to go in and meet your family.

It wasn't like your family was embarrassing or they were bad people or anything like that.

"It's just that... she's a hardcore ARMY. Like, decked out in purple, bleeds purple type of thing. So, if she faints, don't freak out," You explained to your boyfriend as he looked at you with wide eyes.

"Right," He nodded slowly. "Should I call an ambulance if she faints?"

"Oh, no, don't worry. We have a routine for her fainting episodes. There's nothing wrong with her, by the way, she's just really high-strung. But she's a good kid. You'll love her," You promised and took his hand in yours.

He nodded confidently, looking ready to head in. You leaned in to peck his lips, but a knock at your window, made you jump and turn to look back at the perpetrator.

"Hey Tiny, you scared me," You smiled toothlessly at your little sister.

"Yeah, and the lights on the car are freaking out Dad. When are you coming in?"

"Sorry, we're coming," You apologized and Jimin cleared his throat to let out a quiet apology.

Your sister took a closer look at him, eyes growing to the size of saucers.

"Please don't faint right now," You mumbled to her.

She cleared her throat and stood up straight. "Me? Faint? Yeah right, Big," She tried to play cool. "But, uh, you didn't tell me that your boyfriend was Jimin."

You side-eyed her, "Uh, yes I did. I told you on FaceTime that I had a boyfriend. You asked what his name was. I said 'Jimin' and then you laughed in my face and hung up on me."

She let out an awkward chuckle and scratched the back of her neck. "Right, well... we're waiting for you."

The two of you in the car, watched your sister scurry off into the house. It was at this moment you could see she had purple highlights in her hair and she was wearing Shooky slippers, making you facepalm and let out a sigh.

"Well, she didn't faint," Jimin spoke up and rubbed your arm.

"Let's not hold our breath on that."

kim taehyung

Between Taehyung and your family, you were jazzed out.

Your parents grew up listening to jazz music so it's always been a big part of your life and love it. Your sister even became a jazz singer.

Jazz isn't as popular as other genres but she's one of the most notable figures of her genre.

And Taehyung? Taehyung plays her all of the time. Ever since you told him you were sisters, he's been pushing to meet your family (more than he already had been).

You're pretty sure he heard the music playing from the driveway, that's how loud the music was.

Your dad claims "Jazz always sets the proper tone." And maybe he was right because Taehyung was all smiles when he walked into the house.

He wasn't his normal shy self as you introduced him to everyone. Especially not with your sister; they got along swimmingly.

"I'm such a huge fan, you have no idea. I've been wanting you meet you for a long time, all of you guys," Taehyung spoke earnestly, hand over his heart.

"The feeling is more than mutual. Y/N tells us that you love jazz," Your sister smiles warmly. "I'm a big fan as well. I've recorded some covers of your songs but I haven't released them."

"That means so much to me," Taehyung smiles, somehow, even bigger than before.

You swoon quietly at the interaction, happy that everyone's being kind and warm. It's so sweet, you kind of don't mind the loud jazz music playing anymore.

You watch them interact, swap the numbers of their managers and go on and on about their love for music.

"He's a keeper Y/N," Your sister winks at you.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be hyping me up but okay."

jeon jungkook

"Woah, who's the dude at the dinner table?" Your sister asked as she walked in.

"You're late," Your dad stated briskly.

"Sorry," She mumbled sheepishly and sat across from you. "Hey, Sissy. Who's the guy?"

"You know he can hear you?" You chuckled.

"Wassup?" She nodded.

"I'm Jungkook, Y/N's boyfriend. It's nice to meet you, finally," Jungkook smiles at your sister.

"I'm sure you know my name. Y/N likes to act like I'm her kid but we're Irish twins. It's nice to meet you, Jungkook. I like your music by the way."

"Thank you."

Dinner was going well until your sister rolled up her sleeves, revealing a new tattoo.

"Oops," She mumbled.

"I thought we said no more tattoos," Your mom sighed, making you wince and put your head in your hands.

Your parents weren't the biggest fans of tattoos, they just didn't understand why someone would permanently mark their body. But your sister was rebellious. Well, you wouldn't even say that, she just did what she wanted.

"Well, I thought you meant no more tattoos as long as I lived here. That's why I moved out," She shrugged.

"I can't believe-"

"How many tattoos do you have?" Jungkook asked, cutting your dad's complaint off, causing you to look up from your hands.

"Oh, well, I honestly plan on having a sleeve. So, one piece but I've had five sessions," Your sister says sheepishly, looking down at her dinner plate.

"Cool. I have a sleeve. I can show you later if you'd like?" Jungkook offered and you looked over at your sister.

Her face lit up like a little kid getting ice cream and your face started to mirror hers.

"Yeah definitely. That'd be so cool," She nodded.

"We can go to our apartment then," You suggested, trying to respect your parents.

Once the situation fizzled out, you turned and pecked Jungkook's arm, making him look down at you puzzled.

"You're the best. She's probably your biggest fan now. After me, of course."

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[mintelepathy]

“Keep it, it looks better on you anyway”

brother's best friend jungkook

genre: fluff and some sexual tension from jungkook riding a motorcycle

word count: 1.2k

summary: a night out with your friends goes wrong and your brother's bestfriend ends up giving you a ride on his motorcycle

part 2

mlist

Come to the party, it'll be fun, your best friend said almost three hours ago. Maybe that could have been the case if it wasn't for the fact that you lost said friend the second you went through the door, were left alone for thirty minutes until the police showed up, so now you were trying to run away and hide from the authorities because the last thing you need right now is being taken to the police station.

To make things worse, you had no idea where you were, there is no sight of anyone who can give you a ride. It seems like everyone else just vanished, and your phone is nowhere to be found, just great.

You have been walking for about ten minutes when you heard someone with a motorbike approaching and slowing down to keep your pace at a safe distance.

“Hey _!” someone shouted your name and you turned your head to the familiar voice at your side.

“Jungkook?” you asked confused because you couldn’t see him well with the helmet on.

He made his way towards you, stopped in front of your now stilled body, took off his helmet, and yes, there he was.

Jungkook is no stranger to you, but you wouldn’t consider him a close friend either, he is your brother’s best friend so you are used to seeing him at your brother’s when you go visit him, which is quite often since you have a loving sister and older brother’s relationship with him. You two were inseparable as kids but then years passed, and you moved to Seattle for your studies while he stayed in Preston, where you grew up.

But back to Jungkook, you can’t deny the man’s beauty, you may even admit you had a little crush on him when you met him four years ago, but then you realized you had zero chance when your brother mentioned that he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend you never met though.

As far as you knew Jungkook was still living in Preston too, so what was he doing there?

“The one and only,” he said as he gave you one of his close-mouthed smiles. Damn, how can someone be so hot and cute at the same time? Ok, shut up conscience.

“What are you doing here?” you asked him as you smile at him too, seems like it is contagious.

“I live here” he might have noticed the confusion on your face because then he added, “We are in Preston _”

“No way! seriously?” you asked him while moving your head like crazy trying to understand why you didn’t find the place familiar since you grew up there, “Well, that explains why it took us a while to get here, I swear I’m not drunk I just didn’t pay attention in our way here”

“Believe me, I know you are not drunk” he let out a cute chuckle, “come here, let’s get out of here” he said as he motioned you to get behind him on the motorbike.

You doubted for a second because you had so many questions, but it was a late and cold night, and honestly, you wouldn’t mind the company and the free ride.

“Put this on, you’ll need it” he said as he took off his jacket and handed it to you, “this too” then he handed his helmet.

“Oh no, you need it” he had already given you his jacket and now he wants to give you the only helmet he has, maybe it is the bare minimum but these little details really warm your heart.

“Just take it, please” the expression on his face said it all, there was no way he would let you go on a ride without the helmet, so it was useless to fight him.

You put the helmet on, and tried to clip it but you just couldn’t.

You were just embarrassing yourself at this point.

“Let me” he gently moved your hair out of the way and helped you.

For some reason, you couldn’t take your eyes off his face while he clipped the helmet for you. Ok, you admit it, maybe you still have a little crush on him, “Ready, hop on now and hold on tight” He didn’t have to ask you twice, you would do anything the man said, if something was sure it was that you could trust a hundred percent in him.

You hopped on the motorbike, and hold him hesitantly by the waist. He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed your hands and place them well around his waist, your torso completely pressed to his back.

Your heart might have just jumped a little.

“Don’t let go, ok?” you just nodded.

He turned the engine on and started riding. You had no idea where he was going but you couldn’t care less.

It was your first time on a motorbike and you would have never thought how much you’ll love the feeling of being in one, twenty-five minutes passed, maybe thirty, you had no idea, but you didn’t want him to stop. The cold air hitting your body had never felt better.

You noticed where you were once you felt him slow down, you were in Seattle.

Jungkook had just ridden all the way just to bring you home.

“I’m gonna need you to be my GPS now _” he said as he placed one of his hands on top of yours, “your hands are freezing”  

“I don’t really feel them so it’s okay” you joked and you felt his torso move as he laughed, keeping his hand there and just removing it when necessary.

You guided him to your apartment and arrived in five minutes. You still couldn’t believe he had just brought you home from Preston.

He stopped the motorbike and you both hopped off carefully.

He gestured for you to get closer and help you again with the helmet.

“This is insane, you just wasted like forty minutes of your time just to bring me home, I don’t even know what time is it, probably really late, so thank you” you gave him a quick hug, “Oh take this”

He stopped you the moment you started taking his jacket off, “Keep it, it looks better on you anyway”

What’s that sudden heat in your cheeks? Were you blushing? Oh please, no.

You gave a few steps back as you bite your lip unconsciously.

“So, do you have to go anywhere else now?” you asked him, not wanting him to leave.

“Nowhere specifically, probably find a gas station first if I’ll go back home” you watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed hard. Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous? you asked yourself.

You can’t believe you are about to ask him these, geez he has a girlfriend, you and your impulsive thoughts, “Do you- Do you want to stay the night? It’s late and you are probably tired, it was a long ride and it’s cold. We could drink some hot coffee if you want”

Oh no, you didn’t like that look on his face.

Jungkook hesitated for a second, not because he didn’t want to stay, but because he remembered a little detail, he likes you, and you are his best friend’s sister, what would he think if he knew that he spent the night with you?

He noticed the worry on your face and before you could say anything he thought fuck it, “Yeah, sure, if you don’t mind”

If he only knew…

♡

I'm thinking of making a second part for this so let me know what you think yay (and if you want to be tagged)

Ooookkk, it's been so long since I logged in on this account and I'm back, I realized today how much I missed it so you'll probably see me posting more often😊

A like or reblog is always appreciated<3

[justawritterwithideas]

"Damn, he's so cute." | s.r

summary: Spencer returns home and the last thing he expects to hear is that his partner is fangirling about someone else besides him.

warnings: spencer jealous by min yoongi, so it is a jealous!spencer x army!reader, for my dear armys.

based on this tiktok, because shit, he's attractive.

words: 812 words.

a/n: Here is a little blurb improvised after watching a video of Min Yoongi, I hope you like it. Also, during the weekend I will be uploading the requests that have been asking me, I promise to upload them. Thanks for all the support, and soon I will be uploading chapter 2 of "Boy Wonder and the Rockstar".

One of Spencer's problems with being a technophobe was not keeping up with pop culture, so knowing the latest gossip or what was trending that day was not his forte.

Unlike Penelope, who was the encyclopedia of pop culture. Any kind of question or news you had about what happened to a certain celebrity over the weekend, she'd fill you in no problem.

So, when Spencer started dating you, he was constantly asking Penelope about what was going on in the pop world and coming home to talk about it. That way, Spencer could be listening to you fascinated about what you thought about anything and be fed with new information.

But one day, as he was coming home from a meeting to his shared apartment from a meeting, he could hear a comment from his room.

"Good Lord, how can he be so attractive?"

Spencer's brain stopped working for a couple of seconds.

Who was attractive?

Who did you find attractive?

Maybe you meant him.

He used to be very cocky about his looks ever since he started dating you, because of the constant compliments you gave him. Plus, he knew deep down inside that comment to someone else.

"Damn, he's so cute."

Who the fuck was that person?

The door to the room slowly opened, revealing your back silhouette as you watched something on your phone. A flirtatious smile left your lips, managing to fuel your boyfriend's jealousy even more.

"Hey, beautiful."

You turned around, blocking the screen of your phone and put it aside to hug your newly arrived boyfriend by the neck.

"My love, how did it go? I was already starting to miss you."

A sarcastic chuckle came out of Spencer's mouth, leaving an annoyed smile to settle on his lips. Your face made a slightly confused grimace, looking at your boyfriend blankly.

"Is something wrong, Spence?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

You gently pulled away from him, looking at him with some confusion in that minute. You bit your lip, noticing how suddenly his face looked serious with a hint of annoyance.

"I don't really know, nothing's wrong." You followed the man's gaze, noticing how he stopped on your phone and blurted out with some momentum.

"Who were you just talking about?"

"What, what are you talking about?"

"Who do you find so attractive and cute? Huh?" your eyes scanned Spencer, causing you to let out a chuckle, fixating on that adorable bout of jealousy.

"Are you jealous, Spencer?"

"Tell me, who is it?"

You could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn't for jokes, so you decided to give him the answer he so desperately craved.

Your feet went to your phone, which you unlocked and showed him.

In the video, there was a famous Korean singer named "SUGA" or "AGUST D", who had been recorded by a fan taking off gloves and then doing his hair back, which to you was quite an attractive action, but to Spencer it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Him I find attractive. He's from the Korean group I was telling you about the other day, BTS, remember them?"

Spencer's eyes went from your phone screen to your face, feeling embarrassment take over his face. He was jealous of some pixels, of a video of a worldwide recognized artist, of some pixels of video.

"Love..." An embarrassed chuckle escaped Spencer's lips. "Sorry, I just heard you so suddenly and, well, I didn't expect to hear that just coming home and fawning over another man, god... How embarrassing."

"Spence, honey, it's okay. It's understandable, it wouldn't be the first thing I'd want to hear either if you just got home, plus it had to be weird that you suddenly put my phone away after saying something so revealing. It's fine." You mentioned laughing, letting your hands go to his neck and caressed the unruly curls brushing your fingers. "But, there is no man more attractive than you, pretty boy. No one is quite like you."

A cocky smile settled on the lips of your partner, who was suddenly kissing your mouth in a deep kiss.

"I'm glad no one has yet taken my spot of being the most attractive man in your life."

"No one could do it, love."

"What about that 'SUGA' guy?"

You paused, making a thoughtful face before you could see the feigned annoyance Spencer had and let out an amused chuckle.

"This is a hard question, I have to think about it more."

"Well this will make you not think about it anymore."

"Spence!"

As soon as you let out the last sentence, Spencer's hands went to your hips and he lifted you up to carry you to your bed, leaving you to prove to yourself that night who was number one on your beauty scale and in your heart.

If you like it, don't forget to like and repost it.

a lot of love, alme. ❀

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

hi lovely i have a request🙂 i was wondering if you could do a forced cockwarming + breeding fic with jack harlow?! i don't have a real plot or anything because i love your writing and ik you'll create something great💕💕💕

“Jack, stop it!” you let out a fit of laughs as your boyfriend was pulling on your shorts trying to get them off. “C’mon baby you said you were ready so let's start now” looking up at him you shake your head no. “I just got off of work and I'm super tired,” you explained with a slight pout on your face. 

He looked at you and noticed your little eyebags and felt a little sympathy for you. So he came up with a proposition  (not really). “Okay how about you just sit on my cock then that way you can go to sleep and I can feel all of you hm?” he questioned and you nodded your head agreeing with him.

Taking off your pants Jack takes his off well. “Lay down baby I wanna cuddle with my girls” you laugh again knowing that he was talking about your boobs. Lay on the bed you open your legs letting him get in between them and  grabbing his cock slowly inching it inside of you. You let out a soft gasp when you feel him in your stomach. 

Then he buries himself inside of you and you have to remind yourself that you're tired before he had him fuck you. A little while after darkness welcomed you as you fell into a deep sleep. 

A sharp wave of pleasure hits you and you are wide awake with Jack pounding into you. “Let me put a baby in right now baby.” He whimpered into your ear. The pleasure was too much. You arched your back hoping he would pull out.  But he didn’t instead he just trapped you under his body making you take what he was giving you. 

Choked sobs you were coming out of your month and Jack attached his lip swallowing all the moans that were coming out of your mouth. You start to clenching around him signaling him that you were going to cum really soon “Fuck ma im going to cum in your pussy, fuck your going to look so fucking hot carry my baby” 

That all you needed to hear before you came squirting all over Jack and your stomach making Jack cum deep into your stomach. “I’m going to stay inside of this sweet pussy to make sure you are full with my baby soon” he said as you passed out with him wiping the hair out of your face and full of him cum <3

This my first blurb of KINKTOBER no one requested for Eddie so he probably isn't getting one. But you guys can request for Joe Goldberg and Austin!Elvis right now. Tomorrow Jacks imagines is going to be posted and then after that it's Eddies imagine and that wraps up the first week of Kinktober.

If you want to request Joe Goldberg and Elvis just inbox, or request me! 

Thank you. Please let me know how I did on this. And thank you to the person who requested this. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy it lovely.

[cloudykaii]

ok but imagine how absolutely insane the boys would go if they saw 8th member yn with ANOTHER hickey but this time it was real 😳😳 praying for her rn

You didn’t even notice it this time, it was an accident. Certainly if you had, you would never have just walked into the practice room with it so clearly obvious. Well.. maybe it wasn’t clearly obvious.. since only one of them was on your neck in sight and the top of the other was just peeking out from the neckline of your shirt. You were just looking on your phone when you heard the sigh. “Y/N, sweetheart, please go wash the makeup off, we all know it’s a prank.”

Your head came up and you frowned at Jin. “What are you talking about? I thought we were having practice I didn’t put on any makeup?” You walked over to look in the mirrors anyways, just to check and make sure you weren’t crazy, there was nothing on your face. 

Jungkook just raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me that all of that is supposed to be real?”

That just made your frown further. “Okay, I know I’m adorable, but this is really aggressive for complimenting someone and honestly, I’m starting to feel like I’m walking into a trap. What in the world are you talking about?”

Having head enough, Taehyung walked over, licking his finger and rubbing at your neck, making you yelp and smack his arm, jumping away from him. “What are you doing?!” He just frowned before moving closer to try again. 

“It’s not coming off,” he said like he was genuinely confused, and the lack of answers you were getting was starting to make you frustrated, and you smacked his hand again, rubbing your neck. “What? My skin? Yeah, it’s supposed to be there, dipshit! Why are you trying to rub my neck with your sandpaper hands?” You cursed, stepping away from him. 

Yoongi let out a long sigh, and walked over to you, grabbing your hand to drag you to the mirror, and then grabbing your chin to make you look there before tapping your neck on your reflection, and your eyes widened when you finally saw the deep purple hickey on your neck. “Has that been there the whole time?” you gasped, turning to him with one hand over your mouth. 

Yoongi scoffed. “Well none of us put it there!”

“I wanna know who did,” Jin called from the corner again, and the room went silent. You chuckled nervously. “What if I told you guys that I was acting this whole time and that this is makeup just with a really good setting spray?”

“You’re not an actress for a reason, sweetheart,” Yoongi smiled, gently pushing you by the shoulder towards the rest of the boys. “Start talking.”

[europheecus]

- Green. 💚

[holdinbacksecrets]

boyfriend things // the first date

namjoon: the first date happens on a park bench near your home. conversation twisting into new topics over cups of coffee that left him kissing your cheek upon meeting when he planned to go in for a warm hug

jin: the first date is a breath of fresh air, a crisp page at the beginning of a new chapter, a sunrise flooding through blinds left open because sleep embraced you suddenly and now the morning greets you beautifully

yoongi: the first date is cold and carries on through footsteps along a river’s path. he’s the most interesting person you’ve ever met. his voice is peaceful and melodious; you want it close enough to hear all the time

hoseok: the first date is the ease of a grocery store trip. the decision made quickly on your way home to run in for a couple things, but it becomes over an hour of exploring. over an hour of reading labels and walking through different aromas, leaving with far more than you planned to

jimin: the first date is laughter and sudden touches that represent your blossomed comfort, it happened so quickly, but he’s easy to exist around. he lingers in your doorway at the end of the night, even though a second date was decided in the lobby

taehyung: the first date is pancake batter and fresh orange juice blended with frozen mangoes. he completes the newspaper crossword puzzle and writes down a couple movies you should watch on the crinkly edge. he holds your gaze like your presence is fleeting. he washes the dishes and shares stories when you seek details, soap suds up his forearms

jungkook: the first date is a car repair and a drive to the countryside because he’s playing music. five more songs become ten then more and more and eventually losing count, getting lost in his voice, his smile, how many of his favorites are yours too. it becomes a night spent in a house he knows quite well- familiar architecture you fail to place. you fall asleep in the yard with your cheek on his chest, pretending to dream when he carries you inside

[likeastarstar]

hey I don’t know if you’re still doing the bullet prompts but can you do a yoongi jealous one?

Yoongi doesn't get jealous often

Just when this thing happens every so often- he finds you gorgeous all the time but sometimes it's like he's seeing you for the first time all over again

the world turns slow and you're sparkling and beautiful and perfect and you're talking to another man instead of him

he's not jealous in a way that he'd change anything about the situation, he wants you to talk to people and be sparkly and beautiful and perfect- he's jealous of the other man

it makes him want to work harder, try more to get your attention.

he wants to do better to be the one you're looking at and he makes sure he's in your viewpoint at all times, narrowly avoiding you until you notice a shift in his demeanor

You always know when Yoongi's jealous. It makes him act out, be his most charming self, full of sarcastic jokes and legs spread wide in the chair he's sitting in and you have a love hate relationship with it

You hate that he has the ability affect you from so far away, making your temperature rise with no more than five seconds of eye contact and a smile.

He smirks when you tilt your head at him, half in intrigue, half in confusion. You float towards him, leaning your cheek against his shoulder as you gaze up at him

"You're being very social tonight," You noted, narrowing your eyes slightly.

"Just trying to match your energy, baby." He smirked, playing nonchalant as he shifts his attention completely off of you and back onto whatever incredibly entertaining conversation he was in

You sulk until he gets flirty, hand skirting your ass and cupping your thigh when you scoot closer to him. You hold his arm a little harder than normal, feel your breath slightly too shallow as he leans in to whisper some snide comment about everyone else in the room because he knows that's your favorite

"Are you done giving me whiplash?" You mumbled against his lips when you finally corner him in a discreet area

"Are you ready to let me take you home?" He countered.

Because he knows at the end of the day the gravely tone of his voice will always have your full attention, you'll always end up in the same situation

Leaving the party early to end up wrapped up in his sheets instead

"Thought you'd never ask," You sighed, pulling him down to you by the collar of his shirt to kiss him

[jiminies-ahmee]

Hi can i request some fluff with yoongi please :)

ofc! ty for requesting, hope u enjoy <3

- amee

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“i thought you couldn’t keep eye contact.”

yoongi smirks at your assumption, knowing the source of your false information was definitely from the boys.

“if jimin told you that, it’s not because i can’t keep eye contact, it’s because i don’t like it.” he points out, “i can meet eye contact for as long as i like with you… because i like you. see? plain and simple.”

“oh? you like me?” you tease, raising a brow, “i didn’t know you liked me.”

yoongi scoffs, shaking his head, “you’re right,” and he moves closer to you, “i don’t like you.”

your eyes widen at the insult and you open your mouth to scold him for it, but yoongi is too quick. he kisses your forehead with a loud smack of his lips and cups the soft skin of your cheeks with his warm hands.

“i don’t like you, i love you.” he smiles, staring right into your eyes before pulling you in for a proper kiss.

[7ndipity]

“You Broke Me”

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Just clingy, fluffy Yoongi after Reader comes home after a month-long trip

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Suggestive, Swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I got a little carried away with this one, so it is just nothing but tooth-rotting fluff. I hope you like it!

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You weren’t surprised when Yoongi insisted on picking you up at the airport, even though you told him that he didn’t have to, that you could just get a cab home so he wouldn’t have to risk being spotted, but he wouldn’t hear of it. He’d been telling you for days that waiting at home would have driven him crazy and that he wanted to see you as soon as possible.

In previous relationships, Yoongi had never really considered himself to be the needy type, but something about you had changed him drastically in that department. Now, he didn’t care if it made him sound melodramatic, the last three weeks without you while you were overseas visiting family had been absolute hell for Yoongi.

Later, as you walked through the terminal, it was easy for you to spot him. Even with the bucket hat and mask hiding his face, you could’ve recognized him anywhere, eyes scrunching up in a smile as he watched your steps begin to pick up speed until you were practically running to him.

As soon as you were close enough, he pulled you into a crushing hug, an audible sigh leaving him as he hooked his arms tightly around you.

“Hi.” You giggled.

“Hey.” He said, burying his face in your neck.

You let yourself relax into his hold, closing your eyes in contentment. After having gone nearly a month without his touch, the warmth of his body against yours felt like absolute heaven.

Eventually, you started to pull away in order to see his face, but he tightened his grip to keep you where you were instead. “Just a little more.” He muttered.

You chuckled. “Yoongi, people are looking.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He grumbled, squeezing you more to prove his point.

After another long moment, he finally released his hold on you, pulling back just enough to cup your face, his eyes dancing with happiness as they met yours.

“Ready to go home?” He grinned.

“So ready.”

He quickly helped you wrangle all your luggage together before heading to the car, making sure to keep one hand free in order to hold yours as you walked.

On the ride home, you talked about your flight and the trip, his hand never leaving yours for more than a few seconds, letting them rest together on the center console.

Once you got home, he quickly set your bags down by the door before turning and dragging you to the sofa, pulling you down so that you were straddling him.

“What are you doing?!” You squealed.

“Catching up.” He said simply, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I have been neglected for an entire month, it’s a miracle I haven’t shriveled up and died.”

“We talked literally everyday.” You pointed out.

“ ‘s not the same, and you know it.” He groaned, letting his lips drag along your jaw before returning to yours, silencing any further potential argument or teasing.

Although Yoongi was normally quite physically affectionate with you, you weren’t used to Yoongi being this needy and insistent, though you weren’t complaining by any means, following his lead as he turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, your fingers having slipped into his hair and giving a slight pull, earning a pleased sound from him.

At this moment, however, your stomach decided to announce itself, much to your embarrassment and Yoongi’s amusement, earning you one of his breathy laughs as you separated.

“Have you eaten?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Not since this morning.”

“Aish, no wonder your stomach’s complaining.” He said, sitting up more and rummaging for his phone. “Here, I’ll order us some food and then help you unpack.”

“You don’t have to do that, I can do it myself.” You said.

“Humour me, would you?” He frowned at you, making you laugh this time.

The two of you made quick work of unpacking your suitcases, chucking clothes into the wash and putting the rest of your things back into their usual places around the house.

As you were unpacking the last bag, he came over and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind as you continued.

“Are you okay?” You finally asked, still thrown by his uncharacteristic clinginess.

“Mmm, just missed you.” He mumbled, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yeah?” You said, glancing back at him, biting back a grin as you took in the positively love drunk expression on his face.

“Mhm, so much.” He hummed, burying his face in your neck as he spoke. “Turns out I can’t sleep without you.”

“Oh no.” You cooed, turning around in his hold to cup his face.

“Yep, I think you broke me.” He pouted, making you chuckle.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you’ve broke me too. Here.” You held out a dark grey hoodie that had been tucked at the bottom of the case.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for that!” He exclaimed, snatching it and looking at you in disbelief. “You little thief!”

“It smelled like you.” You explained quietly, avoiding his gaze as you felt your face heat up self consciously.

You were expecting one of his usual teasing remarks, what you received instead, however, was him tackling you to the bed, pressing more kisses to your face and neck.

“You’re really fucking cute, you know that?” He said. “I can’t fucking stand it.”

The fact that you had stole one of his hoodies should’ve annoyed him, normally it would’ve, but in the moment all he was thinking was that it showed how you had missed him, and knew that your were going to miss him, making his own longing for you seem justified, even though it didn’t need to be.

“I love you, so much.” He said, slightly out of breath as he stared down at you.

“I love you too.” You replied, smiling up at him.

“Promise you’ll never leave me for that long again?”

“I promise.” You swore, kissing his nose and making him chuckle.

Just then, the doorbell rang, making you both jump slightly in surprise.

“That’s probably the food.” You reminded him.

He let his head droop down against your chest, letting out a low whine. “I wasn’t done yet.”

“We have all night.” You giggled, patting his head gently before nudging him to get up.

You had all the time in the world.

[taetaespeaches]

small moments of comfort

bts x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.7K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I hope you all enjoy these little blurbs. These are just small glimpses of the the boys and reader/oc gaining comfort from each other in random situations. Thanks for reading! :)) 

↬ seokjin: Your legs are still a bit unstable and full of sleep as you make your way back into the bedroom with a glass of water. You pause at the doorway, leaning against it as you watch Seokjin, his face adorably pressed against the pillow, his plush lips smooshed into a cute pout. Stepping toward him, he stirs, his hands searching for your body that is not in bed with him. It’s then that he lifts his head, his eyebrows pulling into a scowl, his eyelids forcing themselves open in search of you. Spotting you standing beside the bed, he grunts in disapproval. “Jinnie,” you coo, trying to coax him awake. In defiance, he plops his head against the pillows once again. “Love, no,” he groans, his arms lazily reaching out for you again, in desire of finding you and pulling you back into the coziness of your bed. “Come on,” you giggle, setting the glass of water down on the bedside table. As if the sound of the glass touching the wooden tabletop is his cue, he suddenly uses all his energy to lunge forward, wrapping his arms around your thighs, and pulls you down onto the mattress with him. Tugging you against him, he tosses the blankets over your laughing form and slings his leg over your hips. “Stay here with me,” he mumbles against the top of your head, the words followed by a sweet peck to your hair. “What about breakfast?” You question as your arm rests over his waist, already allowing your lingering tiredness and the warmth of his body lull you back to sleep. “We’ll have lunch.”

↬ yoongi: Your eyes are heavy as you run the sponge over the plate in the soapy water. You would kill for an early night, the week’s stress wearing you down. A yawn slips from your lips just as Yoongi’s arms wrap around your waist, drawing a surprised gasp from you. He chuckles against your frame as he whispers a quick apology before he tucks his chin over your shoulder. “Missed you,” he mumbles quietly, as though he has to be gentle with the volume of his voice. You hum in response, relaxing in his arms to reciprocate the feeling, a silent, missed you too. “New perfume?” He suddenly asks, the question making you halt your actions for a moment, your hands lingering in the dishwater all covered in suds. “You can tell?” You ask through a fond, appreciative smile. “It’s nice,” he simply replies, kissing your neck softly. As you reach for another dish, Yoongi uses his position behind you to pull you away from the sink, squeezing his body between you and the dishes as he instantly takes over the task. “Yoongi,” you complain. “Go rest,” he nods toward the bedroom, all but kicking you out of the kitchen. “I mean it, I’ll join you soon.”

↬ hoseok: It’s late and you’ve been on the road all day, both you and Hoseok feeling the tension from your agitated states. A long day of traveling and minor inconveniences has resulted in two cranky people who have been taking turns snapping at each other over the past several hours. After an uncomfortable period of silence as you stare out the window, Hoseok’s voice is gentle over the music humming quietly throughout the cab: “The moon is full,” he says in an attempt to defuse the heaviness of your previously foul moods. You love the moon. Turning to look at him, he points through the windshield, directing your gaze. Craning your neck to peer up at the sky, you see the brightness of the moon’s glow, lighting up the night. Just like that, a simple gesture of goodwill and expression of love, both of your demeanors soften. You watch as he places his hand over the gear shift and settles into his seat, your body following suit as you sit back in yours. You reach over and place your hand overtop his, and he instantly twists the limb in your grasp to intertwine his fingers with yours. A small smile curves on your lips as you glance over at his handsome side profile and spot the soft dimple in his cheek as his own grin grows wider. No apology is necessary when his thumb brushes the side of your hand and you squeeze tightly for just a moment.

↬ namjoon: You are what Namjoon calls a chronic overthinker, and well, he would know as he suffers the same fate. You’re in the kitchen sitting at the island, unable to sleep and not wanting your tossing and turning to wake your boyfriend. However, you didn’t consider what your lack of presence would do to his slumber. “What’s wrong?” Namjoon’s low, sleep-filled voice sounds from behind you, startling you as you snap your head towards him. Through a sign, you tell him, “I just can’t sleep,” as you turn in your seat to face him. “You go back to bed though, I won’t be up long.” Namjoon shoots you a sassy glare, as though your suggestion is ridiculous to him. He moves to the stove and puts a kettle on to boil. Then, he joins you at the island, standing behind you while his hands find purchase on your shoulders as he takes a crack at massaging out the tension. “Wanna talk about it?” He asks before giggling at the moan that slips from your lips. “Tomorrow,” you tell him. He leans forward and kisses the back of your head gently. “Ok,” he whispers in understanding, his hands still gently soothing the muscles in your shoulders and neck. “We’ll have some tea and then try to sleep again,” he relays his plan, a smile curving on your lips as you nod in approval. He leans closer to your ear, kissing the shell of it before whispering his command for you. “You just focus on relaxing.”

↬ jimin: Pressing the button for your floor inside the elevator, you let out a sigh- your body’s attempt to release the stress from the day. Just as the doors start to close, you hear someone calling out to you from the apartment complex’s entryway. “Dear!” Jimin’s voice sounds, triggering you to quickly use your arm to halt the doors from shutting. You smile at your boyfriend as he jogs into the elevator, flashing you that pretty beam, and you already feel more at peace. “Fancy meeting you here,” you flirt, earning a breathy chuckle from the man. He brushes his hand through his hair in that charming way that makes millions swoon, his other hand lifting the grocery bag and forcing your gaze from his angelic features to take notice. “Got us a little something,” he smirks. Lifting your eyebrows in intrigue, Jimin pulls a glass bottle out of the bag just far enough for you to deduce its contents. Wine. “God, I love you,” you exhale happily, Jimin giggling as he leans in and leaves a kiss to your mouth. “Let’s get wasted,” he jokingly whispers against your lips through an obvious grin as you fall into his embrace, happy to be home.

↬ taehyung: There’s an incessant tapping against the side of your calf muscle. That’s the first indication of Taehyung’s stress. Your legs are draped over his lap as you read a book and he watches the television. However, peering over the pages, you find a crease etched between his eyebrows as he stares ahead at the wall rather than the screen, lost in thought. And that’s your second indication of stress. The third comes in the form of a sigh that he doesn’t realize he lets out. Frowning at him, you set the book aside and pull your legs from his lap, the sudden loss of your presence shifting his attention to you. You cock your head at his wide-eyed gaze, the sweet man looking innocent and bewildered. He watches as you sit up on your knees and make your way across the sofa to him, instantly draping your leg over his hips and straddling his lap. As if it’s instinctual, his large hands settle on the sides of your thighs as he looks up at you, his tongue poking between his lips to wet them. “Hi,” he greets, still confused by the sudden attention but not at all opposed. “What’s on your mind, Dearest?” You ask, noting the way his eyes soften and his body relaxes slightly beneath you. It feels as though he’s been waiting for someone to ask. You lean toward him and press your lips softly against his forehead, lingering for a small moment before whispering against his skin: “Tell me all about it.”

↬ jungkook: You follow the sound of water cascading to the shower floor and Jungkook’s pretty vocals all the way from the front door of your apartment to the bathroom. The echoes of his shower singing, a habit of his that you adore, acts like breadcrumbs, a trail you can’t resist pursuing. Stepping into the space, you’re instantly enwrapped with steam, Jungkook’s stunning voice, and the scent of vanilla. Behind the foggy glass is Jungkook’s distorted frame, and you’re hit with the desire to join him and let the hot water and the man you love melt away the stress of the day. “Are you using my body wash again, you brat?” You lightheartedly accuse overtop the rush of the water raining over him. His head snaps in your direction, Jungkook brushing his palm against the steamy door to clear a section to spot you through. The shower door then opens, his cute doe eyes shining as he beams guiltily at you, the man pushing his wet hair back. The giggle he lets out already has your troubles from the day drifting from your mind. “It smells better than mine,” he replies cutely. Smiling back at him, you watch the water pour down his toned body as he gestures for you to join him with a nod of his head. A wordless invitation you’re more than happy to accept. Before you can process your actions, you’re pulling your clothes off, aching to get your hands on the vanilla scented dream boy who smiles at you giddily.