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“That’s starting to get annoying”
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
“You can’t just sit there all day.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“I’m not here to make friends.”
“I need a place to stay.”
“Well, that’s tragic.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
“Dear Diary, …”
“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
“I lost our baby.”
“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“What’s the matter, sweetie?”
“You’re Satan.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“Do you really need all that candy?”
“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
“No. Regrets.”
“How drunk was I?”
“How is my wife more badass than me?”
“Be you. No one else can.”
“I haven’t slept in ages.”
“I locked the keys in the car.”
“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
“You work for me. You are my slave.”
“Take your medicine.”
“They’re monsters.”
“Welcome to fatherhood.”
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
“It’s your turn to make dinner.”
“The kids, they ambushed me.”
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
“Stop being so cute.”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“You need to see a doctor.”
“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
“This is girl talk, so leave.”
“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
“There’s a herd of them!”
“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
“You’re a nerd.”
“I’m late.”
“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
“You smell like a wet dog.”
“I could punch you right now.”
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
“Here, take my blanket.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“How could I ever forget about you?”
“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
“Run for it!”
“We need to talk.”
“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
“I want a pet.”
“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
“I’m not wearing a dress.”
“I’m not wearing a tie.”
“Quit beating me up!”
“Please put your penis away.”
“It’s a Texas thing.”
“Don’t argue. Just do it.”
“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
“Does he know about the baby?”
“Hold still.”
“I just ironed these pants!”
“Enough with the sass!”
“Show me what’s behind your back.”
“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
“Stay awake.”
“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
“You’re not interested, are you?”
“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
“I had a bad dream again.”
“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”
“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”
Rating: PG-13
Genre: supernatural AU.
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Warnings: swearing
A/N: @hazyworldview Here is the answer to your request! I hope you enjoy.
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Pain.
“Moloch, did you really think I’d let you have her?” Hoseok’s voice was a deep, raspy growl. A sound that you weren’t used to hearing. Not your Hobi. He couldn’t possibly sound like this. He wasn’t capable of such vehemence, right? But it was him. It was Hoseok hovering above you. His eyes blazing a fiery gold as his hands clenched and unclenched at his side. The air stirring with each flap of the large …white wings protruding from his back.
The demon across from him smirked, tapping a finger against a bloodied lip. “If I knew she was the key to getting you to play with me? I’d have attempted to grab her sooner.” The sulfurous stench of the underworld was thick in the air, and it made you nauseous. Moloch’s blood-red gaze landed on you, causing you to back up just a hair more.
You didn’t care that your hands were shredded, a trickle of blood from your ears left you disoriented from the previous explosion. Hoseok snapped his fingers rapidly in front of Moloch. “Eyes here, asshole. I’m going to tell you one more fucking time, Moloch. If you risk the game- if you test me any further? I will kill you.” He hissed between clenched teeth.
Moloch looked taken aback by the words coming out of Hoseok’s mouth. He scoffed at the malevolence oozing from the archangel. “You love her.” The demon said puzzled as a jaw ticked in Hoseok’s jaw. He looked down at you, who was just as bewildered at Hobi’s behavior. “I’ll be damned! You fucking love her!” Moloch pointed and howled his amusement. “She probably doesn’t know, does she ..Hobi?” The demon was smug.
Hoseok swallowed thickly turning his gaze to you. “Moloch, leave before I make a scene.” Moloch held up his hands in mock defeat.
“Fine, Hoseok. Have it your way. But,” The large black wings spread as the demon hovered. “…you may love her? But her soul is still up for grabs. So you better let her know what’s at stake, Hoseok. The game is still afoot.” Moloch narrowed his eyes before shooting skyward with what seemed to be a mere quiver of his wings.
The scent of sulfur finally seemed to disappear as Hoseok descended. He had his back to you for a few tense, silent, moments. The wings disappeared as he turned to face you. He looked like himself, the deep brown of his eyes sad at the state of you.
“Oh, baby..” He moved toward you and you moved back. He flinched as if he was gut-punched. “Listen, I would never hurt you. You know that, right?” He held his hands up as he approached you slowly. Your eyes were wide and full of unshed tears.
“What are you, Hobi?” The first tears slid down your bruised cheek. He gasped sliding down to wrap you up in a warm honey and cinnamon-scented embrace. “Why is this happening?!”
You clung to him. The only thing that you knew was safe. The only place you felt represent home. You sobbed into his chest as he stroked your hair. Hoseok placed an arm under your legs, hefting you up against his chest. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
You nodded softly, sniffling into his shoulder. He turned to see the devastation from such a minor confrontation. You didn’t notice the pressure of his fingers digging into your skin.
They can’t hurt you anymore. Because he wouldn’t let them.
Hello! Could I please get a fic for prompt #2: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” A supernatural AU would be great and it can be any member of BTS.
Howdy! Congrats on being our first request! We’ll be happy to oblige. We’ll be completing and answering all requests when the open ask period is over!
Please look forward to it! -Admin T
Jungkook- #62 😉
Genre: roommate!au
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: innuendo
A/N: For @yourmoonchild1023 Here is the answer to your request! I hope you enjoy it! - Admin T
#62 Jungkook “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?“
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It was the same nightmares all over again. You were out in the open, exposed, and alone. The fear of vulnerability loomed like a tidal wave over your existence. You could never move away as it rushed and crashed upon you. So for the last few nights, you’d wake up, slapping your hands over your mouth to mute your screams.
Sweating, panting, with your heart kicking a beat against your ribcage. You fought to keep quiet because the last thing you wanted? Was your roommate, and BFF, to hear you losing your shit on a nightly basis.
Jungkook had been your roommate for about five years now. You guys had the perfect arrangement. You didn’t bring ‘conquests’ home, both of you loved video games, and eating. He often paid rent in quarterly lumps. Actually, it was to the point where sometimes - you didn’t need to? You managed to handle the utility bills leaving you with healthy savings.
That financial stability made you pleasant - and you decided to learn more than the basics about your roomie. He had an excellent job, but his hobbies involved music. You’d hear him singing in the shower in the early morning hours. What is he doing in your apartment with a voice like that?! Some days he’d sing something light-hearted, almost goofy, and you couldn’t help but giggle.
But, over the years, as he’s matured? His songs have as well. You noticed the change in his vocal tone. How he utilized his lower register. Matter of fact? The first time you heard him singing in that lower register? You had to make sure it was him.
And that was the first of many mishaps.
You thought someone had snuck into your apartment - so you walked in Jungkook.
…in mid-song.
Naked.
There was a moment where you got more than an eyeful of each other. Because you thought the tank-top and boy-short matching set, plus a baseball bat, would be enough to protect you.
"O-oh, god! I’m so sorry!” You shrieked as his face turned three shades of red as you closed the door.
That was as close to naked as he’s ever seen you since becoming your roommate. It was too much for him to handle as he shifted his shower to cold. He shuddered, fighting the blood, trying to stir the partial erection he already had. It took you two weeks before you could look at each other in the eye. It took you both another three weeks to dump your visual spank banks. Every time Jungkook showered and sang, you ruined another pair of panties. You’d given up on them by second post bust in. That’s because that voice had infiltrated your dreams, and that crushing anxiety that lingered in your brain was held at bay. That night you woke up in a quiet, cold sweat. The thought of his hands running against your skin, your fingers playing along the ripples of his abs had you leaving wet spots on your sheets. Strangely enough, his voice helped you to sleep.
So much so, that you’ve made a habit of going to sleep when he gets in from work. The one night he doesn’t come home on time, you fall asleep on the couch. The same creeping nightmare catches you off-guard. You wake up screaming while Jungkook holds your trembling form against his.
Jungkook rarely was late, but some last-minute issues kept him at the office late. He could have kicked himself for not messaging you. When he got home in the early morning hours to see you asleep on the couch? He did everything to not disturb you. He was well aware of your night terrors. He could, at least, tell that the intensity had died down over the years.
He remembered the very first time he heard you screaming in the middle of the night. He knocked furiously at your bedroom door before barging in. You looked so small covered in sweat, your eyes wide and unseeing. He waved a hand in front of your face, scared to touch your body as it began to regulate. He watched you shake your head, blink rapidly, and become mortified over the state he found you in. He insisted on helping you get cleaned up. He changed your bedding while you showered. He made you a calming tea, and you chatted until you couldn’t keep your eyes open. He watched you fall into a gentle slumber, hanging around enough to make sure you didn’t stir.
It happened a few more times, him coming to your rescue, regardless of your embarrassment. And he’d sit at your bedside, each time, making sure you fell asleep. Then you were less disturbed by his assistance, but it didn’t stop you from trying to calm your noises.
And now? The sound of his heartbeat against your ears is a soothing melody that helps you wake up completely. You felt the point of his chin atop your head as you realized you were curled into the shadow of his body.
“W-what happened?” You murmured quietly. There was a quiet, deep, inhale that made his chest puff against your ear. “I came home late. You fell asleep on the couch.” That said, more than needed explaining. You frown softly, taking advantage of this sudden closeness.
“You didn’t have to do this.” Your voice sounded smaller than you wanted it to.
Your gaze meets his, and that disappointed tilt to his mouth. “Why wouldn’t I?” A brow ticked upward as he questioned you.
“I feel like I’m a burden. I mean, we’re only roomm-..” You didn’t finish your sentence.
His lips grazed yours, stopping all brain function momentarily. Your eyes were wide as you gasped, giving him an opening. The tip of his tongue traced your lips as your hands crumpled the fabric of his shirt.
You pushed - he pulled. His tongue prodded deeper, causing you to moan. Your mind spun on the implications of this kiss - and then he broke it.
You could swear your heart was beating in time as he nuzzled his face against yours.
He made a satisfied sound low in his throat. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” The sound of his laugh sliding over your skin, giving you goosebumps.
“Why didn’t you?” You spoke in an airy whisper. “I’d probably have the best sleep of my life.” You pouted playfully.
He chuckled, that dark gaze lowering to your own. “You know? If you can’t sleep - We can always have sex?”
He bit into his bottom lip, and your gut twisted.
I would like to request “I need a place to stay.” with Jungkook ;)
Requested by Anon
Plot: Unexpected feelings come at unexpected times and in unexpected ways.
Rating: PG-13 // SFW
Genre: One-Shot/Drabble | FriendstoLovers!AU | Romance/Fluff
Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: Mild Language
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 1,685
A/N: I have to admit, I thought this was really cute. And it actually has the potential to become a series. Will it? Who knows… Probably not though since I have something else lined up in the works for the rest of you lovely people. Enjoy!
“Hey,” he said, flashing his trademark grin at you, “I need a place to stay.”
The sigh that escaped your lips was on reflex. It was the same shit and on a different day. Part of you wondered why you entertained this fiasco at least twice a week, but the other part already knew why. In fact, you’ve always known the answer. It wasn’t like it was rocket science at this point.
It was because Jungkook was your best friend. When have you ever been able to say “no” to him? Nothing’s changed in the last twelve years. It wouldn’t change for the next twelve years, either.
Yet there you stood, gripping onto the doorknob and debating if today would be the day when you finally did, in fact, say “no” to his stupid, charming smile.
But like always, you relented. Stepping to the side, you gave an over dramatic flourish with one arm. He danced across the threshold, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder like he didn’t have a single care in the world. There were times when his nonchalant way of carrying himself could get under your skin. He’d been like that since you first met him in grade school. In fact, you were even a little jealous.
It was sheer luck that his parents happened to be close friends with yours. You were his childhood playmate. It was the same well through your adult years.
You closed the door, shuffling into the kitchen to finish brewing the pot of tea you were preparing. He slung his jacket across the back of the couch, the duffel in its place on the side of it. He’d already kicked off his shoes and was now making his way toward one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
“I want some,” he called out, “make me a cup too.”
You rolled your eyes. “You don’t even like tea.”
He pouted, his brows furrowing as you focused on pouring the hot water over the leaves in the teapot. “That’s not true.”
You give him the look, the one he knew all-too-well. “Since when?”
“Since today.” He flashed a cheeky grin at you and you shrug, pulling out two mugs. Jungkook gave small claps of victory. “You’re the best, Y/N.”
Shaking your head, you focus your energy on making sure that enough hot water is in the teapot. Mentally making a note to let it steep for a few minutes, you turned toward the fridge to pull out the plate of fruit you’d peeled and sliced earlier that afternoon.
Because you worked from home, you had the luxury to do things at your own pace. You’ve always preferred it that way. You knew from a very young age that you could never work for some big company; squared away in a cubicle where people referred to you by an ID number. Your parents said you were foolish for breaking away from societal norms, but Jungkook praised you for wanting to strike out on your own and live your life on your own terms.
Jungkook was already spearing through one of the apples with the dessert fork he squirreled from the utensil cup on the counter. For a while, all you could do was look at him as he chewed. He definitely was a man now, but there was a boyish air that continued to linger over Jungkook in his adult body. He was popular with the women, charismatic enough to draw in the men, and as someone who pursued his dream of painting, he was the definition of “starving, attractive artist”.
It wasn’t fair that he was your best friend. Who asked him to come into your life and stay there? Everyone else left and walked their own paths. It almost seemed archaic and unrealistic to maintain a “childhood friend” sort of relationship. No one was genuine anymore, willing to hide the truth behind plastic smiles and false promises. You expected Jungkook to be the same. People changed. Why shouldn’t he?
Yet there he was…
“So what happened this time?” you asked suddenly, pulling him from his fruit-induced moment of bliss. “Did you tell Marisa that she looked fat in some outfit again?”
“Huh?” Jungkook stopped in mid-chew, a piece of the apple poking out between his lips. “Marisa? We broke up, like, a week ago?”
Why weren’t you surprised?
“Besides, I learned my lesson on that front. Not all people appreciate honesty the way that you do.” Jungkook grinned. “If I said you looked fat in something, you’d either flip me off or make me help you pick something out that flatters your figure.”
“Gee, thanks,” you said as you poured the tea into both mugs, your sarcasm quite evident.
“You don’t fall for my pitiful acts either. In fact, I don’t think I could ever pull a fast one on you.” He tilted his head slightly as he looked up at you. “Is it because you know me so well?”
You scoffed as you hold out the mug of steaming tea toward him. “I can see your bullshit from a mile away. I don’t know how girls keep falling for it every single time.”
He chuckled, cradling the mug between his palms. “Yeah, I don’t either.” Jungkook blew the steam away a few times and then took a sip. He sighed happily.
“You still haven’t told me why you need a place to stay.” You raised the mug up to your face, scrutinizing him. “Again.”
“Oh, that?” He shrugged. “I just got into a fight with my Old Man.”
You slowly raised a brow. That was odd, considering that you knew how well Jungkook got along with his father. In fact, you couldn’t remember a time where they ever fought. Jungkook told you everything. Literally. It would have been a little odd to omit something like that.
“What for?” you asked, sliding into the chair beside him at the table. He passed a dessert fork with a strawberry on top of it.
Shrugging, he laughed as he polished off the apple and stabbed a piece of banana. “Honestly, it was really the stupidest thing. He said I was wasting my life on my art. That my career was too unstable to maintain.” He air-quoted around the words, his brows furrowing in contrast with the smile on his face.
You bit into the strawberry, savoring the juices. It would definitely balance out the herbal flavor of the tea. “Then just marry a rich person.”
The comment was clearly a joke. You knew he wouldn’t take it seriously. But as you lifted your mug of tea up to your lips, you spotted the look on Jungkook’s face. The amusement was gone from his features and he suddenly looked his age - petulant as the gaze was.
“That’s not funny, Y/N,” he said, his tone even and flat.
As the tea slid down your throat, you winced slightly at how it scalded the inside of your mouth. You quickly set the mug down on the table, suddenly uncomfortable with how hard Jungkook was staring at you. Since when did he take anything you said seriously? It actually irritated you.
“I was only joking, geez,” you snapped, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, “what’s your problem?”
“How can you even suggest that?” Jungkook folded his arms across his chest. “I’m going to marry for love, not for convenience.”
“Then love someone who happens to be rich so you can marry them!”
“Then I’ll marry you!”
The anger that was steadily boiling inside of you suddenly deflated. For a handful of seconds, all you could do was stare hard at one another. Finally, you balked at the idea, dissolving into a small fit of laughter.
“Wait, what?” You continued laughing, feeling a slight pain digging into your side. “What?! That’s crazy.” You slowly slid your fingers around your mug, averting his gaze. “You’re crazy.”
Suddenly, you felt his hand around your wrist. Before you have a chance to ask him what he’s doing, he’s already pulled you into his orbit. You had an idea of what you wanted to say to clapback at him, but his lips were already sealing over yours in a heated kiss. Your hand curled into a fist, unsure of what you were feeling at that moment. All you could focus on was the sweetness from the fruit he’d just eaten and the lingering herbal flavor of the tea.
But there was no urge to pull away. Strange. Did you want this to happen? Had you wanted it for some time?
He silently urged your mouth to open wider, wanting to get a better taste of you. In the same vein, you also wanted to taste him. This was your first kiss with Jungkook, after all. Out of all the relationships he’d had in the past, you were starting to get a better idea of why the other girls continuously fell for his nonsense - hook, line and sinker. There was a dark part of you that suddenly despised those other women.
They’d gotten a chance to indulge in his mouth long before you had. It wasn’t fair because you’d known him for almost half of your lives. Shouldn’t this moment have always been yours?
As Jungkook pulled away from you, you suppressed a whine of protest. He must have sensed it because he flashed his devious grin at you; the one that said he already knew what you were thinking. He had a way of being able to read you like an open book. Then again, you had the same skill when it came to him.
That didn’t make his face any less unnecessarily handsome or his kiss any less addicting.
“Hey, Y/N,” Jungkook whispered. He leaned in to press his nose gently against yours, causing your eyes to cross. “…I need a place to stay.”
Regardless of how hard your heart was jack-hammering against your ribs, you laughed. You both did. And then he pulled you in even closer, pressing your chest against his, so that he could kiss you once more.
I saw that you guys write for VIXX too! I Would you be able to do the drabble with Ken? # 34 “You work for me. You are my slave.”
Plot: Jaehwan is an instigator when the cat’s away.
Rating: Pg 13 // SFW
Genre: modern day || vampire!vixx ||
Pairing: Lee Jaehwan x Female OC
Warnings: Jaehwan
Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 501
AN: This was for out 100 follower milestone! I hope you all enjoy some VIXX!
© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft
It was quite an active night. Most of the Clan were out handling business. Their world of darkness, one that you had signed your life over for protection--it was more dangerous than you thought and in order to keep the Masquerade, they all had to play along with the song and dance to keep the balance as well as peace. The two elders of the clan and one of the younger ones were out to do such things and left the care of the mansion to the others.
A word of caution, however.
There was one that you had to look out for. He was considered the middle child of them all, one stuck between the elders and the younger vampires. The one that they had to chain up most nights to keep him from hurting himself and others around him. Sometimes you heard his cries when they did that; the wail that would keen throughout the mansion.
There was no such sorrow that night.
You could hear him laughing along with the youngest as they enjoyed their freedom without the elders. The complaints of the second youngest could also be heard because he was trying to play his games but the others kept bothering him. You were only supposed to check in on them and drop off some paperwork but since you entered, they picked up on your scent like dogs sniffing out food.
Jaehwan was by your side in a flash, a blink and his hands rested on your shoulders--keeping you from running away. His grin caught you off guard, showing the youthful and joyful face that always disarmed everyone else. He smiled sweetly at you, eyes crinkling. Almost instantly, you distrusted what he was planning. There was something cold in your hands, prompting you to look down at them. He put whipped cream into your hands, sticky and fresh.
“I order you to throw this into Hongbin’s face.”
“W-what? Excuse you?! I’m busy right now!!”
“You work for me. You are my slave,” he whispered in your ear, making goosebumps appear on the nape of your neck.
You were about to remind him who the actual boss was but there was a blur. A large blur that pushed up your hands, squishing the same whipped cream into Jaehwan’s face. The older vampire blinked, the white substance smeared all over his perfect and angelic face. You could see the struggle on his visage as he decided who was to blame for that - his little trick ruined.
“HAN SANGHYUK, GET BACK HERE!” he finally roared, racing after him.
He left you there with the dripping leftovers still in your hand and a dumbfounded expression still on your face. Suddenly, a towel fell down and landed on your head. The thing startled you and made you jump, the towel covering your eyes. You stood there for a moment before grabbing it and wiping your hands, scowling in the process. This was not what you signed up for. Not in the least.
Could I have a drabble with 9 and 14? The ideas are so cute btw!! 💜💜💜 Congrats on 100 followers!!
Plot: #14 “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
Rating: G // SFW
Genre: modern day || pocket!BTS ||
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC
Warnings: CUTENESS
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 494
AN: Apart of the 100 Follower Drabbles!! Thanks for sending this in!!
© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft
“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
You couldn’t help but whisper to yourself as you covered the little ones up. Ever since coming into your life, the little ones were a constant source of entertainment. They called themselves the Nunnehi, a type of spirit folk from another place. They were almost tiny enough to not be noticed, fitting in the pockets of everything you own but you discovered them when they attempted to help you in more ways than one.
They made you smile and laugh as well as cry during their stay. Even bringing along your friends, whom they bonded with as well. At one point, you weren’t sure who was doing the protecting–you or them.
But they looked so cute as they huddled together in the makeshift area for them. As tiny as they were, it was a little difficult to make accommodations for them but it was well worth it. Draping the cloths on them like large blankets, you tucked them all in so nice and warm–until you noticed that there was one missing. A jolt of panic coursed through your veins as you looked around the area, hoping that he didn’t fall and roll off somewhere.
“Miss? Are you ok?” a tiny voice called out, soft as not to wake the others but loud enough to be heard.
You turned around to see Jin, the eldest of the group of Nunnehi. His hair was sticking up in various directions as he rubbed his eyes. You breathed a sigh of relief as you scooped him up in your hands. You leaned in and gave him a delicate kiss on top of his head and nodded, grateful that he didn’t get lost or hurt in any way.
“Yes, Jin. I’m fine, now that I have you in my sights.”
“You need to go to bed too.” His tiny voice was demanding but you couldn’t help but smile at him. His cheeks puffed out as he looked up at you. A smile came across your face as you nodded again, his face turning into one of satisfaction. “And you can take me with you!”
“Ok, ok! Off to bed then.”
You relented, like always. The smile was still on your face. Pretty soon, after tucking the both of you in–you found that there were 6 more little bodies that decided to join you in the night, all snuggled up against one another. Their light snores lulled you back into sleep after checking on them once again, making sure that the little ones were doing just fine. A tiny hand placed itself on your cheek, a pair of lips kissing your skin.
Jin snuck a kiss on your cheek before settling back down himself. He kept his body close to yours, a fact that made you snuggle your cheek closer to him in response. All 8 bodies in one bed, both large and small–one big family, finally complete as they slept their worries away.
Requested by @moccahobi
Plot: Blanket thievery is a serious crime in a relationship...
Rating: PG // SFW
Genre: One-Shot/Drabble | Established Relationship | Romance/Fluff
Pairings: Park Jimin x Reader
Warnings: Mild Language
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 982
“Whoa! Hey, hold up!”
You watched Jimin as he held the pillow up like a shield. His eyes, wide with shock and confusion, stared unblinkingly at you. What in the world was happening? You could tell that that was what he wanted to say. But you were having none of it.
To further prove it, you already had the alarm clock ready for launch from your hand.
You could see the panic in his eyes. But this would not dissuade you from your assault. After six months of living together, you’ve had it. Especially now that the months were getting colder. You didn’t like the cold, hated having cold hands and feet on your person, and despised snow. But you braved all the elements because you loved Jimin. You would always love him.
Blanket hogging, however, was an unforgivable crime in your book. Punishable by pillow smacks to the face and alarm clocks thrown at one’s feet. He should have known this would be the result. He had it coming. You would make him rue the day that he ever yanked the blanket from you and left your sensitive feet get cold.
“Wait, Y/N,” he pleaded, peeking from behind the pillow, “let’s talk about this, yeah?”
Hurling your fist back, you threw the clock with all your strength and watched Jimin hop from the ground before it could hit its target. It was a resilient little piece of machinery, as this wasn’t the first time it was on the receiving end of your explosive “affection”. It would forgive you and continue working. Like always.
But back to the matter at hand.
You point indignantly toward the door. Jimin cautiously glanced over his shoulder, believing you were trying to get him to let his guard down. He quickly turned to look back at you as you continued to point.
“Out!”
He blinked. “Wha?”
“Get out! I’m not doing this with you! I can’t!” You place an exasperated hand on your forehead, an annoyed whine peeling from your nose and throat. After taking a moment to regain your composure, you plastered on your best “resting bitch” face, staring straight into his soul. “You’re a blanket hog. I hate it.”
Jimin staggered back a step as if you’d just struck him in the gut with a cannonball. “I--I am not!”
Without turning around, you point to the floor where the mink blanket is bunched up on his side of the bed. Half the sheets are hanging off the edge of the mattress; also on his side of the bed. Your pitiful section of the bed appeared to be lacking some things save for your extra-large fluffy pillow.
All of this seemed to register on Jimin’s face. For a split second, he looked like a kicked puppy and a sliver of your good nature almost felt terrible for it. You knew that he wasn’t doing it on purpose. Jimin wasn’t that sort of person. If he was, you would never have started dating him in the first place, let alone move in with him.
“Y/N,” he called to you softly, “I’m sorry.”
No! You couldn’t let him win this time! If he did, then he would never learn his lesson. And that was something you couldn’t let slide. He had to understand how important this was, even if other people might have viewed this as a small thing.
“Nope. You’re sleeping on the couch.”
His hurt expression melted into one of tantrum-like outrage. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“I can and I will!”
You were putting your foot down.
But Jimin had other ideas, apparently.
Catching you off guard, you saw him lunge forward. He used the pillow as a wedge, crashing into your chest. It didn’t quite knock the wind out of you as much as it startled you. A tiny squeal was all you could manage before Jimin threw both of you onto the bed. Your body bounced up from the impact, but he continued to hold onto you - refusing to let go.
No matter how hard you struggled, he was stronger. Sometimes you forgot that because of how slim his frame was. His clothing choice often belied the strength that was hidden underneath, which was how he got the best of you so often. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who failed to learn their lessons over time. You were no exception to that rule.
Your squawks were muffled behind the pillow, which was quickly pushed down between both of your knees. You were now face-to-face and nose-to-nose with Jimin. Your vision blurred for half a second from your eyes crossing before regaining focus, forcing you to stare into his dark and pitiful looking expression.
“Seriously, Y/N,” Jimin said, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to.”
You tried to pout but found that it couldn’t last. Instead, you gave a long sigh of defeat. Reaching up with one hand, you petted the side of his head gently. “I know that, Jimin.” Offering him reassurance, you gave him a small smile that you knew reached your eyes. “I know.”
This seemed to be enough for him and he beamed at you, his eyes crinkling with happiness. Jimin leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek just beneath your eye. His eyelashes brushed the sensitive skin of your eyelid and you giggled, unable to ignore the tickling sensation.
He didn’t tell you that he loved you and you didn’t either. That was the sort of relationship you had with each other. Words of love didn’t need to be expressed. They weren’t needed. Because you already knew how you truly felt about each other.
What else needed to be said?
All you could do was hope the lesson was learned and that Jimin would cease his blanket thieving ways.
Could I have a drabble with 9 and 14? The ideas are so cute btw!! 💜💜💜 Congrats on 100 followers!!
Plot: #14 “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
Rating: G // SFW
Genre: modern day || pocket!BTS ||
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC
Warnings: CUTENESS
Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]
Word Count: 494
AN: Apart of the 100 Follower Drabbles!! Thanks for sending this in!!
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“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
You couldn’t help but whisper to yourself as you covered the little ones up. Ever since coming into your life, the little ones were a constant source of entertainment. They called themselves the Nunnehi, a type of spirit folk from another place. They were almost tiny enough to not be noticed, fitting in the pockets of everything you own but you discovered them when they attempted to help you in more ways than one.
They made you smile and laugh as well as cry during their stay. Even bringing along your friends, whom they bonded with as well. At one point, you weren’t sure who was doing the protecting–you or them.
But they looked so cute as they huddled together in the makeshift area for them. As tiny as they were, it was a little difficult to make accommodations for them but it was well worth it. Draping the cloths on them like large blankets, you tucked them all in so nice and warm–until you noticed that there was one missing. A jolt of panic coursed through your veins as you looked around the area, hoping that he didn’t fall and roll off somewhere.
“Miss? Are you ok?” a tiny voice called out, soft as not to wake the others but loud enough to be heard.
You turned around to see Jin, the eldest of the group of Nunnehi. His hair was sticking up in various directions as he rubbed his eyes. You breathed a sigh of relief as you scooped him up in your hands. You leaned in and gave him a delicate kiss on top of his head and nodded, grateful that he didn’t get lost or hurt in any way.
“Yes, Jin. I’m fine, now that I have you in my sights.”
“You need to go to bed too.” His tiny voice was demanding but you couldn’t help but smile at him. His cheeks puffed out as he looked up at you. A smile came across your face as you nodded again, his face turning into one of satisfaction. “And you can take me with you!”
“Ok, ok! Off to bed then.”
You relented, like always. The smile was still on your face. Pretty soon, after tucking the both of you in–you found that there were 6 more little bodies that decided to join you in the night, all snuggled up against one another. Their light snores lulled you back into sleep after checking on them once again, making sure that the little ones were doing just fine. A tiny hand placed itself on your cheek, a pair of lips kissing your skin.
Jin snuck a kiss on your cheek before settling back down himself. He kept his body close to yours, a fact that made you snuggle your cheek closer to him in response. All 8 bodies in one bed, both large and small–one big family, finally complete as they slept their worries away.
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