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This puts where my mind has been in a very practical fashion. Love!

also i cannot make myself cum 🥹 im 22 and never had sex before (and it makes me so nervous!!) whenever i try to relax a bit (sorry if i can't explain myself haha) i just can't reach that point!! and when i watch those videos, i prefer the ones with men whimpers/groans. it makes the process quicker for me until i stop. anyway, that was all. thanks 🥲✨️💖

do not apologize! I honestly feel like people talking more about this normalizes it a lot! I love hearing your stories and I hope by you reading my stories, you can help yourself realize that it’s normal!

keep your stories coming if you want! I’m glad you all feel comfortable enough to share!

I like being alone. I have control over my own shit. Therefore, in order to win me over, your presence has to feel better than my solitude. You're not competing with another person, you are competing with my comfort zones.

I find comfort

I find comfort in thinking about what I want to do

I find comfort in the unknown, and not in a mystic exciting way

I find comfort in the fact that good things might happen

But if I try them

I have the belief that they won’t

So I find comfort in daydreaming and hope

Crosshair's a bit out of his comfort zone...

(peep Omega laughing and smiling for the camera during crosshair's rather dramatic display in the shallow end) for @summer-of-bad-batch

Learned a lot during this one. Honestly, I thought I wasn't going to finish, but the whole reason I'm doing this challenge is to, well, challenge myself to push through and keep going.

“We do what must be done.”

@nopanamaman

I find it interesting, this human tendency to cling and clutch onto something that is bad and hurtful, only because we're thoroughly acquainted with it, rather than explore something new, something unknown, with a chance of it being better or even good.

It seems we truly love staying in our zone of toxic comfort out of sheer familiarity.

It's like living in a town you grew up in, yet 've been promising yourself to leave because you hate everything about it. However, when the time comes, you don't go. You stay. Why? Because "I know where all the shops are." "I know how the buses come and go." "I know my way through the streets, I won't get lost."

I won't get lost...

One doesn't live in that town 'cause they like the architecture, or the people who live there too, or because it has blooming parks and good memories tied to the primary school. They just know there are buildings, people, parks and a primary school. None of them which they actually ever really liked.

But the knowledge of the fact that they are there, makes them calm. I know everything that lurks here so nothing can surprise me. Nothing unexpected. Nothing that I wouldn't know how to deal with.

I can't get lost...

There lies a certainty in the known hence safety and control.

It doesn't matter that it doesn't make me happy nor that I find no fulfilling purpose in it, why would I give up my control? Why would I risk my comfort?

Only a fool wants to live in fear.

That's all very understandable

but it's also just one big 'make your choice' video game. You've played it time and time again, therefore you know every possible outcome. All you then do is press Restart and you can pretend you live life again. Safely, under your control. And nothing ever changes.

Yeah..

This kind of control is false. It's something fear and a desperate longing for peace tricks us into thinking we have in our comfort zone.

Probably because we're constantly afraid we don't have control over our lives, hence we don't live them as we want to, hence we'll never be able to achieve our urgently desired peace. Or maybe it is just a poorly made up definition - that peace equals us being fully in control... which is humanly impossible.

Even funnier it gets when we realize how we don't even see this. The toxic comforts become a part of us subconsciously and sometimes very early on. Letting go of them [have] never crossed our mind because why would I give up a part of my identity? It feels wrong and unnatural despite the fact that I'd be letting go of something that's been harming me... but I'm used to it. I'm familiar with it. This is who I've always been.

Well, have you?

Okay. Its 2:47am, I have classes tomorrow and I was MAD looking for this. This one is probably one of my favorite yoongi fanfics ever, not only because I see him in every word, every detail I guess he's in my mind, but I see myself too, as a silent lover. This one changed the way I saw my relationships, truly.

Love Language

Summary: Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have.  SMUT/ANGST/FLUFF

Pairings: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: it’s fucking explicit. 21+

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (both receiving), butt stuff (male receiving, its mild ass play during a blowjob don’t freak out), sex toys, angsty dumbass reader, sweet sweet patient saint of a man Yoongi 

Word count: 5,325

A/N: i’m sorry that nothing i write will ever be as good as Sorry, bae. Enjoy this mess anyway. ILY. 

He’s quiet. He’s always quiet. You’re a mess beneath him, all heavy panting and desperate pleas. He asks no questions, offers no endearments, the only sound he makes is his labored breath. You can barely tell when he cums. You have to watch him closely, try to catch that tick in his jaw before it happens. The only other tell is when his release starts dripping down your ass or if he goes soft. He doesn’t talk you through it, doesn’t tell you how good it feels. He’s quiet. This time is no different. You really should be used to it by now, but some small part of you sees it as failure. You wonder if he’s really enjoying himself more and more lately. He fucks you so good you can’t control the litany of filth spilling from your mouth, and somehow he remains stoic. His silence makes you feel self conscious. You tell yourself you’re not going to moan this time every time he sinks into your core. You never make it more than a few thrusts before you’re singing his praises. Doesn’t it feel that good for him?

Continuar lendo

i just- i just *sighs*

BTS Reaction: They’re secretly in-love with you

@eyajoon I kinda changed it a little so instead of the s/o being secretly in-love, I made it so that it would be the opposite and the boys are the ones who’s falling in-love, if you didn’t mind x 

Enjoy <3

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Namjoon:

“Dude, your future dream girl would be so fuckin’ lucky to have you.” Y/N said as she stepped back away from him, eyeing his figure.

“And why’s that?”

“I don’t know, you’re just the perfect package there is, Joonie. You’re smart and intelligent, funny, kind, talented, hardworking, handsome-“ He himself couldn’t help but to blush at her words. She stepped towards him and laughed a little while flicking his chin up, “-and sexy.” Both of them bursts out laughing afterwards, but Namjoon couldn’t lie that his stomach was turning in upset. He wanted to know that she was his dream girl.  He immediately gave her a back hug and placed his head on her right shoulder, savoring the moment. ‘Little do you know, Y/n, little do you know.’

Seokjin:

He was watching her from a distance, watching her cook dinner for him and the rest of the members for they were coming over. As Y/n was cooking, soft music played from the background and she was swaying her hips to it, humming the melodies. Seokjin couldn’t lie as he just stared at her figure, wondering how lucky he was to meet her. He wanted her, but he was just afraid to ask.

“Are you just gonna stand there? C’mon and help!” She crooker her eyebrows at him and said. Jin laughed as he shooked his head, walking over to her. “What do you need?”

“I just want you to cut these up to strips for me.” Y/n handed him a plate full of pork that needed to be cut to be placed on her dish. “Gladly.” He replied, smiling sweetly at her. She returned the gesture by smiling back up at him, making his heart jump for the who-knows-how-many times today.

Yoongi:

“Oppa, what d’you think?” Y/n asked as she twirled around, showing him the dress that Yoongi bought for him. He smiled as he was sat on the bed, touching his lips with his fingers. “I knew it would look more gorgeous when it’s finally on you, babe.” Y/n smiled brightly, making his heart jump. “Thank you so much, I really really love it.” She crawled over to where he was and hugged him tightly, sitting on his lap. Yoongi always spoiled her with things, even though she always insisted not to, and that she was already fine with just his company. But he always disagreed and kept buying her stuff because she deserves it. Y/n was Yoongi’s dream girl, he has no doubt on that. Y/n had a magnetic field that made him stick to her. Maybe soon he’ll confess, but Yoongi was just finding the right time.

Hoseok:

It was a friday night, you and Hoseok were watching Love, Rosie on his apartment’s couch. Every week, there has to be a night where the both of you would just hang out, forget about college stress and just watch a movie and enjoy each others’ presence. It was a form of healing for the both of you, and a time to catch-up on each other. You cuddled deeper onto Hoseok’s side, slinging your right arm around his torso. He didn’t mind at all, since you two were the closest friends.

Or that’s what Hobi tells to himself. Only friends. But the feelings he has for you inside doesn’t add up. He always feel fluttery when he’s with you. He feels that all of his problems and stress has washed away every time he sees your figure. You’re an angel for him, and he cares a lot about you deep inside. He never thought about opening up his true feelings to you, but at the right time, he will.

Jimin: 

The door abruptly swung open, revealing a grumpy and pouty Jimin inside of your bedroom. “What’s wrong Jimin?” You didn’t expect to see him inside of your apartment without a notice, but you weren’t that surprised as you were the one who trusted him in giving your apartment’s passcode. ‘You can come whenever you like’, you remembered saying to him. You sat up on your bed, closing a book that you were just reading and placing it on the bedside table. He crawled over to you -still pouting-, and sat in between your legs. His head rested on your chest and you couldn’t help but to immediately play with his hair. “Had a bad day?” 

“Yeah.” He simply said with a small voice. “Jus’ want your company.” You giggled in reply, “Of course, chim. I’ll always be here for you.” Jimin’s heart beats 10x faster, feeling his cheeks redden. He sighed deeply and inhaled your scent, thankful for your homely presence. Jimin didn’t know how long he could keep his feelings for you all to himself. He wanted you to know how you made him feel. He’s in love with you. 

Taehyung: 

“Y/N, you want this?” Taehyung asked, lifting up a pair of platform heels that you wanted ever since inside of this store, but too broke to buy it. You were only speechless and shocked that he even knew that you kept an eye on it. “Oh gosh, no, no, no-” You said immediately as you grabbed the pair away from his hands and placed it back on the clear glass shelves. “It’s too much, Taehyungie. Those are just shoes and it’s too expensive anyways.” 

You could have sworn you heard his bodyguard behind you to scoff. 

“Nothing’s too expensive when you’re here with me, sweetheart.” He winked at you and grabbed the pair of shoes before you could even protest, and giving it to one of the store’s assistant. “I’ll take these too, for the lovely lady right here.”

You had your mouth open for the past few minutes. “Y-you didn’t just…” You were lost for words. “You could have wasted your money to buy more for yourself and not for me.” “You’re so cute, Y/n. I swear if you keep being like this I won’t stop myself to confess right in front of you in this store right here.” 

Jungkook:

Jungkook was naturally a shy dude, and keeping his feelings to himself didn’t help at all. He couldn’t help but to blush and keep his head down when he’s with you, or to avoid eye contact when talking to you. You were too beautiful for him.

It was a rainy Sunday night, and the both of you were cuddled together in your bed, listening to the rain drops falling around you. It was complete silence for the both of you, but it was good silence. Y/n has her ear right above his heart, and Jungkook was afraid that she might hear how hard his heart was pounding, which made him more nervous. “Uhh, Y-Y/N…” he said while he tried to push her head away. “No, no, Kookie. Let’s stay like this for a while, okay? It’s okay, relax.” You said with a soothing voice that he always adored. He sighed and nodded, closing his eyes. He lowkey wished to always stay like this, in this position with you, forever. 

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masterlist. 

First of all: i like this so so much i think i’ve already read abt 3 times! this tae comforts me so much *sighs*

Second: this little thing definitely deserves a sequel!! I’d love to read how this goes, cause he seems so in love it hurts meeeee!!! anyways, loved it

Taehyung: “Can you pretend to be my boyfriend real quick?”

Prompt requested by @btskpopfans: V 

#5 - “Hey, don’t cry, alright? I’m here…” 

#10- “C-can you just pretend to be my boyfriend real quick?” 

Warning: sort of angsty tae, smol fluff

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You panicked, your palms all sweaty and your lips were quivering slightly. 

“What’s wrong, little girl? You look so hot in that dress, makes me wanna…” the man in front of you slurred, slowly walking towards you. Your eyes widen in fear. “Mm, so hot in that tight little dress. What a fuckin’ whore…” 

“No, get off of me!” you bellowed as it took all of your might to push him back. His eyes widened as he stumbled back, and you took your chance to run towards the booth where all of your friends were– where Taehyung was. 

Taehyung was always your best friend, he was always there for you when you needed him, and vice versa. The both of you were the duo. He helped you with your problems and he made you laugh like no other. 

In Taehyung’s point of view, he liked you. He liked you since the beginning. He liked how you just weren’t afraid to show how you really care for him, and not unlike his other girl-friends, who were totally fake and just wanted him for one thing. 

Your group of friends looked at you in confusion, why you were just running from the other side of the bar in your heels. “You okay, Y/N?” your friend, Anna, asked you while taking a sip of her beer. You shook your hands at them, telling them to not worry. 

You looked at Taehyung and concern was written all over his face, he noticed how your eyebrows were furrowed, your mouth into a slight frown, and your eyes were glistening in fear. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

He has always used that petname on you, always. It always made your heart flutter and your cheeks tinted in red. He also uses the word babe as well. He wishes that it was all true. 

You leaned down, mouth nearing his right ear and whispering what you never thought you would ever say.  “C-can you just pretend to be my boyfriend real quick?”

After you pulled back a little, you noticed how his face changed from being in burden, to knowing what it meant. His eyes widened and immediately stood up, looking behind you. 

He saw the man that was harassing you earlier, coming over where Y/N was. Tae’s protective side immediately was turned on, grabbing your hand and pulling you both away from the booth as much as he possibly can for the others to avoid seeing the situation. He was always like this, always so watchful and defensive for you. It warms your heart on how much he cares about you. 

“Step away, man.” The guy spoke, a beer bottle in his hands. 

“No, what the fuck, how dare you talk to my girl like this?” Tae shouted. His grip on your hands tightening. It scared you to see him like this, getting angrier and angrier every second. “You piece of shit, let go of her, you’re not his guy!” 

“Why? If I wasn’t hers’ then it doesn’t give you the right to talk to a lady like that! I’m not his guy, huh? You’re telling me to let go of her because she’s not mine? Why? If let go of her then you dickhead would fuck her right here!” Veins in his neck were prominent, and you were scared that one of them might pop. His voice getting louder and deeper, getting rough than ever. “Tae…” you whispered behind him, rubbing his back. But that didn’t do anything. 

“Step away, asshole.” the guy spoke, opposite of Taehyung. His voice was calm, but noticed how he slurred his words. “No, not ever.” he said through gritted teeth. 

“Fine.” 

And after a split second, the man swung his arm on Taehyung. 

He let go of your hand, grabbing the man by the collar and they started to fight. You stepped back, eyes watering in shock and fear. You covered your mouth, unable to do anything. Idiot. You thought to yourself. 

Even with a blurry vision, you grabbed Taehyung back with all of your strength, pulling him away from each other. “Tae, please.” You begged him, but that didn’t stop him. They continued to punched each other until they had scars on their faces. People were looking, gasping in shock while you saw your group of friends coming over. One of them hugged you tight while the others made them to separate. You cried on your friend’s shoulder. 

You didn’t like seeing him like this. The term “Tae was physically fighting and receiving scars for the sake of you” made you hate yourself. 

Everything happened so fast. They were fighting and punching each other’s faces until there were bruises and scars. You have never imagined the night ending up like this. 

Once they were finally separated with a help of other men in the club, they took the guy away and got him kicked out. After a while, Tae was brought back to the booth while you and your friend just stood there, releasing everything at her shoulders. 

“Where’s Y/N…I have to go to her.” 

Was all Tae said, while your other friends kept insisting him to drive him home already to get himself fixed up. There was scars on his cheek and on his temples, the guy apparently had rings on him which made it more painful. “No, Taehyung. Listen, you could speak to her after you–” 

“NO! I want to go to her!” he pushed himself out of their grip and stood up, going to find you. 

He soon found you on the second floor, sitting on a couch lazily looking up at the ceiling. Contemplating about everything. You heard long strides of footsteps coming closer and your first instinct was to flinch and cover yourself up; you didn’t know why. 

“Hey, hey, Y/N. It’s just me.” A familiar voice said and a sudden rush of comfort flooded your whole body. You saw how beaten his face looked and you stood up and hugged him tightly, suddenly crying once again. You were really a mess for tonight. “I’m so sorry, so sorry. I-its all my fault for d-dragging you in this m–” 

“–No, no. Don’t blame yourself baby.” he whispered, looking at your face. He loves you so much. “It’s not your fault, alright? Not your fault…” You buried your face on the crook of his neck once again, your arms wrapped around his body while one of his hand was holding your head while the other was on your back, big hands pressing against it warmly. He rubbed your back soothingly while sweetly swinging your bodies side to side. 

“Hey, hey, don’t cry anymore, alright? I’m here…” he hushed softly, hugging your delicate figure tightly. “You’re going to be safe with me, okay? Always. I’m always here for you, whenever you need me.” he lifted you head to make you look at his eyes, really meaning what he said. “Okay? I want you to remember that i’m always by your side.” Taehyung can’t help the butterflies in his stomach to take over, making him kiss you forehead softly but firmly. You yourself were surprised at first, but you didn’t care. You were so thankful for him. 

“Tae…” You said, looking up at him. “Hmm? What is it?” 

“I-I…”

You choked on your words, smiling down on the ground shyly. “Y/N?” Taehyung noticed this and it made him laugh a little, grabbing your chin with his fingers delicately and moving your head up at him once again. “Tell me.” 

“I think…I think I’m in love with you.” 

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a/n; SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO SHORT, exams are testing my nerves right now :/  either way, I hope you enjoyed this one! xoxo

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Seokjin

“I hate this time of year.”  

“Since when?”  Jin asks from where he’s sat at your side, thinly veiled amusement lilting his voice as his fingers rub neat little circles into the muscles of your lower back.  

“Since forever,” you reply stubbornly, your head flopping forward just in time to see your festively themed socks staring right back up at you mockingly.  “It’s too busy.  Too many assholes buying shitty stuff no one really needs.”  Jin hums sympathetically but allows you to continue your rant interrupted, even though he’s heard it a million times before.  “I swear to god if I have to listen to one more rendition of Holly Jolly Christmas I’m gonna fucking scream.”   

This time Jin just laughs out right, the hand that had been rubbing your sore back leaving to cover his mouth instead.  

“It’s true.”  You sit up a little straighter whilst Jin is busy laughing, grimacing at the ache as you roll your shoulders back.  Standing at a cash register for 8 hours straight is definitely not your idea of a good time.  

“You’re lucky I let you kiss me with that mouth,” he teases as his chuckles subside and you give him a withering look.  Jin can turn the air just as blue when the mood suits him, and you both know it.  He watches the way you twist in your seat to try and get comfortable, a miserable look maring your pretty face, and the affection he feels for you only seems to swell and grow all the more. “How about I go run you a bath?”  You look up with wide, hopeful eyes.

“With the strawberry bubbles?”

“With the strawberry bubbles,” Jin confirms, smiling broadly at the look glee that flashes across your face.  He presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead as he rises from the sofa, tucking your hair behind you ear, and as he leaves the room Jin notices the way you shuffle yourself into the very corner of the cushions and lean your weary head against them.  

You might well say you hate your job, but Jin knows you always give it your best nonetheless, and it makes him proud.  It doesn’t take him long to get your bath ready, scalding hot and bubbling over, just the way you like it, and when it’s done he beckons you in a sing-song voice to which you don’t respond.  

“Sweetheart?”  He rounds the door into the living room and his eyes immediately land upon your sleeping frame, curled up in that soft corner of the sofa, your head lolling against the arm.  It’s with a fond, soft smile that Jin finds an even softer blanket with which to cover you over, letting it settle gently across your form and then tucking in the sides.  You look so sweet and innocent when you sleep - totally incapable of the crude words that’d been tumbling out of your mouth only minutes before - and Jin has to fight the urge to wake you just so he can hold you in his arms.  

“Sleep tight.”

Yoongi

You’re lying on the sofa with your eyes closed trying to will away the pain thumping between your eyebrows when you hear Yoongi arrive home.  The front door slams so hard that it practically shakes the frame around it, and it’s so loud and abrupt that it actually makes you groan aloud, rubbing your temples as the aching only intensifies.  

Maybe if you were in a better state of mind you would’ve noticed how unusual it is that Yoongi neglects to call out his usual greeting.  Instead of speaking all you hear is your boyfriend dropping his bag onto the hardwood floor of the hallway with a clatter, and once again you grimace at the sound.  

“Oh,” Yoongi says as he enters the living room, his voice deadpan.  “So you are alive then.”  

“Just about,” you murmur, pinching the bridge of your nose between thumb and forefinger.  Yoongi’s silent for long enough that it sufficiently piques your curiosity into prising one eye open.  He’s sat on the sofa opposite with a sullen look on his face, though you’ve no idea for what reason.  “You alright?”  He looks back at you blankly for a moment, one ankle resting atop the opposite knee, and the ice in his stare unsettles you.  What’s gotten into him?  

“Check your phone,” he instructs, nodding towards where it lays at your side.  You do.  Ten missed calls and five text messages.  Shit.  “I’ve been trying to call you for like half an hour.”  

“My phone was still on silent from work, sorry,” you apologise with a frown, laying it face down on the cushions.  Even the light of the screen is hurting your eyes.  

“I’ve asked you so many goddamn times to turn it back on once you get home.”  You’d thought it would’ve been over after you apologised, but apparently not.  He still looks just as pissed off as before, and you can feel yourself becoming upset almost instantly, your throat tightening with emotion.  

You wouldn’t get anywhere near this upset, normally.  Yoongi can be a little grumpy sometimes - ok maybe a lot grumpy - but usually if you apologise and just give him a little time he’ll be back to normal in almost no time at all.  That’d probably be the case now, too, if you could only stand to give him that time in which to calm down.  As it happens, though, you’re still wound up far too tight from your hideous day and the pain thumping inside your skull to take his criticisms anywhere near to gracefully.  

“Yoongi, I-”  He cuts you off, oblivious to the moisture glistening in your eyes.

“What if something had happened?  What would’ve happened then?”  

It catches Yoongi totally off guard when you suddenly burst into tears.  It seems to come out of nowhere; one minute you’re just sitting there looking at him, a frown that he’d mistaken for stubborness written on your face, and the next you’re sobbing your heart out into your hands.  The guilt he feels is instantaneous, all the irritation he’d felt melting away when he sees the state you’re in.

“Hey, c’mon,” he says gently, coming to sit gingerly at your side.  He places his arm around your shoulder, worrying his bottom lip, but is relieved when you instantly lean into his chest to cry on his shoulder.  

“Sorry,” you sniffle, voice thick, his t-shirt fisted in your hands, “There’s just… there’s so much going on… I’ve got so much to do and I had such a-”  A hiccup interrupts your rambling sentence and Yoongi rubs your back soothingly, pressing a kiss into your hair.  “-I had such a horrible, horrible day.  I can’t deal with this from you too, Yoongi, not right now.”  

“I know,” he murmurs, pulling you onto his lap so he can fold you in his arms.  You take comfort in it, letting yourself relax into his warmth, soothed by the familiar smell of the aftershave you bought him.  “I’m sorry.  Please, don’t cry anymore.”  

Hoseok

Hobi can tell something’s not quite right with you from the very moment you get home.

You’re not your usual chirpy self, and you’re certainly not acting as you normally do. Most days you come tumbling through the door after class, full of smiles and tales of your day, throwing yourself onto his lap with a childlike exuberance that he loves - but not today.  Today you shuffle into the living room, dragging your feet, and when Hobi greets you just as heartily as he always does he can tell you’re struggling to summon something that would seem anywhere near enthusiastic.  

“Hey,” you reply softly when he bounds up to you and takes hold of your hand to pull you close, pressing a kiss to your cheek.  He tries to smile just as brightly as always, hoping his good mood with be infectious.  

“How was class?”  

“Yeah, not bad,” you answer quickly - a little too quickly for his liking, actually.  “What do you want for dinner?  That chicken needs using…”  

You know you’re changing the topic, and you can already tell that Hoseok sees right through you, but you can’t face talking about your day just yet.  It’s not like anything particularly awful has happened to set you off, but you’ve got so many assignments that are due, so many exams coming up in the next few weeks, that it’s all starting to pile up on top of you.  There’s only so long you can keep smiling and pretending like everything’s ok before you break, and you know if you start talking about it now that’s that’s what’ll end up happening.  

“Sure,” Hobi concedes.  He knows you well enough to realise you’ll speak to him when you’re ready.  It’s not worth pushing.  Not now.  

He releases your hand and lets you escape into the kitchen, settling back onto the sofa and picking up the comic book he’d been absorbed in before you got home.  He hopes you’ll find some comfort in cooking - he knows you’ve always liked the order and structure of it - but when he hears a plate smash not ten minutes later he realises that must not be the case.  

“Baby, are you alright?” Hobi asks as he pushes open the kitchen door, already frowning in concern.  He finds you kneeling on the floor, broken pieces of crockery in your hands and tears silently streaming down your pretty face, and when you lift your face to meet his eyes you end up slicing open your finger on one of the shards.  

“Ouch,” you hiss, “Shit.  God damn it.”  You stick your finger in your mouth, sniffing roughly and trying to stem your tears as Hobi rushes over to you.

“Hey, leave that, c’mere,” he tells you, taking your free hand and pulling to standing.  He leads you over to the sink, turning on the tap, and you let him draw your injured finger from your mouth to run it under the water, tending to you gently.   

“Sorry, I’m so clumsy today,” you mumble, wiping the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.  

“Don’t apologise,” he says softly, looking into your eyes with a small, encouraging smile.  Hobi’s being so sweet with you, so gentle, that it’s almost overwhelming and nearly makes you start crying all over again when he kisses you, cradling your face in his hands.  “I’ll make dinner, ok?” he tells you when he pulls away, “You just go sit and rest.”   

The smile you give Hobi then is genuine and broad; the first real smile you’ve managed all day.

“Do you even know what I’m making?”  It was sweet of him to offer, really, but you’re fairly certain Hobi will end up breaking even more plates than you if you leave him in here unattended.  That, and quite possibly burn the place down.  He smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, and the love you feel for him sits heavy and warm in your heart.  “It’ll be more fun if we do it together anyway.” 

 Namjoon

“Baby, can’t you leave that for a while?”  Namjoon’s calling over to you from his seat on the couch, a book in his hands, whilst you’re sat busy squinting at your glowing laptop screen right across the other side of the room.  “Haven’t you done enough for one night?”

No, you haven’t, and that’s exactly the problem.  Your editor wanted you to have at least three articles written and ready to print by Monday, and right now you’re still faltering on the second.  

“You’re one to talk,” you mutter darkly, fingers tapping away on the keyboard.  It’s the only sound to cut through the silence following your ill-tempered words, but when you hear Namjoon let out an accompanying sigh, guilt starts to fester in your stomach .  You might well be stressed, but Namjoon doesn’t deserve to take the brunt of it.  You sigh too, removing your fingertips from the keys. “Sorry, I’m just…”  Looking over your shoulder, you see Namjoon looking over at you, book laid face down on his knee, concern crumpling his features.  “I’ve just really had enough.”  He blinks, pausing, and then puts his book aside and beckons you over with an incline of his head.  

There’s a sense of relief that’s almost instantaneous when Namjoon welcomes you onto your lap, wrapping you up in his arms whilst your head finds its way to rest atop his bony shoulder.  He holds you like that for a while, silent but strong, and the way his lips brush through your hair to press kisses to your scalp brings you more comfort than you’d anticipated such a simple gesture could.  

“Why don’t you go get your blankie?” Namjoon whispers in your ear after a minute or two has passed, and your stomach does a little flip-flop of excitement at even the mere suggestion of it.  

“Really?”  An amused smirk stretches across Namjoon’s face when he takes in the way your eyes have already widened.  You look adorable, your features having instantly softened at just the offer.  He gives you a short nod and within seconds you’re scampering off his lap and up the stairs, and Namjoon can hear you moving around up there, going into your closet to fetch all your favourite things for these special times when you like to feel little.  

In minutes you reappear, stood in the doorway dressed in a cute cartoon nightdress and long socks, a blanket in one hand and a thumb in your mouth, and Namjoon feels his heart swell with affection for you.  It shows on his face, in the breadth of his smile and the depth of his dimples.  

“Come here, baby girl,” he beckons in a whisper and once again you climb onto his lap, curling yourself up and snuggling close.  Although it’d felt comforting to be held by Namjoon before, it feels a million times better now his hand is gently caressing your thigh through the soft cotton of your nightdress.  It’s not a sexual thing - not right now, anyway - but in either circumstance Namjoon always seems to know just what you need when you need it.  

“You work so hard,” he mumbles against your forehead after he’s pressed a kiss against it, still rubbing his large hand up and down your thigh soothingly as you suck your thumb, head nestled in the crook of his neck.  “Daddy’s so proud of you.”  

“Are you?” you ask around your thumb, pulling away enough to be able to look up at him innocently from under your lashes.  

“Of course I am,” he chuckles softly, thumbing your cheek.  He knows you’re fishing for compliments but he oblidges nonetheless, eager to do anything he can to make you feel better.  “How could I not be of a pretty, perfect little girl like you?”  You blush almost as pink as you’re nightie, and the sight of it makes Namjoon smile all the more.  

“Daddy’ll take care of you tonight, don’t you worry.”  

Jimin

There was so much you still had to do. You had piles of work left to finish before the weekend was over; three essays, a group project, and not to mention all the papers you had left to edit. Your mind was reeling so much with the idea of doing it all that as you unlocked the door to you and Jimin’s shared apartment, you didn’t notice anything out of place.

You shuffle your shoes off and hang your jacket up. Shuffling through your bag to get out the immense stack of paper you had to work your way through tonight, you make your way towards your bedroom, only pausing and looking up when a slight clearing of Jimin’s throat calls for your attention.

You glance up, stunned by the sight that awaits you.

Before you is Jimin, a bouquet of flowers in hand, smiling and looking at you like you put the sun in his sky.

“Jimin… what’s all this?” you ask him as he walks towards you. He gingerly takes your very important school bag from you, placing it on the ground and handing you the flowers in its place. You’re sure that your mouth keeps opening and closing like a fish, but Jimin chooses to pay it no mind.

“You’ve been working so hard lately, babe,” he tells you. “I want to take you out, just for one night, and I’m not taking no for an answer. You’ve got to relieve some stress!”

You nod quickly and gaze down at the flowers with a silly smile on your face. Jimin always knew just what to do to make you feel better.

When you finally look back at him, you’re struck by just how handsome he is. Jimin always looks good, but he’s done up in a particularly nice outfit tonight; fitted trousers and a black button up shirt.

You always loved Jimin in black.

“Where are we going? You look nice,” you say once you’re finished with your ogling.

“Maybe a movie… then dinner? That sound good?”

When you nod in response he motions to the bed where a neat white box lays. He shoves you towards it, gesturing for you to open the unexpected present. As your hands tear at the tape on the box, Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder to watch for your reaction.

He’s not disappointed as your eyes widen comically at the dress that lays within the box. The material is soft and the dress shimmers as you pick it up. It’s one of the most gorgeous things you’ve ever laid eyes on, and it almost feels as if the dress was made with you in mind.

Jimin hurries you to try it on, and even though you try to protest - telling him that this dress was definitely too expensive for you to ever accept - you both know it’s a hopeless endeavor.

Jimin goes bright red when he sees you in it, and pulls you towards the door to drag you out on your date.

“Thank you, Jiminie,” you tell him during dinner, “you’ve made me feel so much better tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe,” he smiles sweetly, eyes crinkling, “Besides, if you think this is good, wait how good I’ll have you feeling when we get back home.”

Taehyung

You were exhausted. That’s not even the right word for it. You were definitely sure that no one had ever been as tired as this. Ever. In the history of the world. And you weren’t being dramatic.

You seriously had just had the day from hell. You’d been running around all day. Everyone had needed you to do everything for them, apparently; as if they thought you didn’t have your own job to do on top! And then they’d had the audacity to make you stay late to finish all the personal work you should’ve been doing while you were stuck helping everyone else. You understood that you had a deadline to meet, but couldn’t you at least take the work home to finish?

As you make it through your front door the only thing you can think about is bed - your beautiful, soft, wonderful bed - but your stomach seems to have other ideas.

You’d skipped lunch in an effort to get your work done, and skipped breakfast in order to get an early start, and now, as late as it is, you’ve yet to have eaten. And you know there’s no way you can ever get to sleep feeling this hungry.

But - much to your dismay - as you dig through your cabinets you find that unless you’re in the mood for peanut butter or mini wheats (unfrosted, with no milk) then you’re shit out of luck.

And that’s where Taehyung finds you. Crying over a box of mini wheats.

“Oh my god?” he calls to you. “Are you alright? What’s the matter?!”

“W-Who the fuck buys unfrosted mini wheats?” you sob loudly.

Taehyung, for his part, does his best not to laugh at you. He comes up and grabs the cereal box away from you, pulling you into his chest for a hug.

As he hugs you, you tell him about your day, and how tired and hungry you are. You let Taehyung move you to the couch, and before you can even protest, he’s got Tan-ah on the lead and leaves for the store.

He’s back within ten minutes - and you’re impressed because the store is a ten minute walk, both ways - and in his arms he carries two bags of groceries. He makes you a quick but simple dinner, and once you’ve finished you do feel much, much better.

You stand to head up to bed, but Tae grabs your arm.

“Wait, before you sleep there’s one more thing.”

You shoot him a questioning gaze, but he just smiles and heads back to the kitchen.

When he returns, he’s got a piece of cheesecake on a plate for you, topped with whipped cream as well.

“Here you go, love,” he says as he hands it to you. “You deserve a little treat after the day you’ve had.”

You stare down at the cheesecake, dumbfounded, and you can feel your eyes filling with tears.  It’s only cheesecake, but it’s also your favourite kind, and the fact that he’d gone out of his way to get it and hide it to give you a sweet little surprise has you feeling all kinds of emotional.  

“Oh shit, what’s wrong now?” Tae panics and you just laugh at him as you wipe away the tears falling down your cheeks.

“Nothing’s wrong, silly.” You tell him, “I just love you, is all.”

“Oh good!” Taehyung’s face brightens. “I love you too, very much. Now… eat your cheesecake.”

Jungkook

The sound of another explosion from the television pulls your focus again. Normally, Jungkook’s video games don’t bother you from your work at all, but tonight this writing is seriously kicking your ass. Everything is distracting you.

You’ve probably rewritten this one paragraph at least six times. It’s got to be perfect. Monthly reviews are coming up, and you’re really desperately hoping for a raise of some sort. You put your heart and soul into your job. This has to be perfect.

“Noona?” Jungkook calls softly, and you’re distracted from your writing. Again.

“Yes?”

“Noona, I can feel you seething from here. What’s up?” Jungkook asks, his doe eyes finding yours, flicking between them with concern.  

“Just work,” you say, and the younger boy nods slowly, momentarily turning back to his game.

He knows how important your job is to you. That’s one thing that you really love about your boyfriend; he understands the value of hardwork. And even more importantly, he understands that sometimes your daily life will sometimes suffer if you want to be truly successful. He never scolds you for being late or doing too much work. He doesn’t get mad when you can’t see him for days on end because of a project, and in return you do the same for him. It’s nice to have someone who finally just gets it.

But tonight, when he hears you huff and sigh for the millionth time, he’s not having any of it. Jungkook shifts forward to place his playstation controller on the coffee table,  then he quickly grabs your laptop and places it there as well with a purposeful look on his face.  You open your mouth disbelievingly, trying to will yourself to feel angry about Jungkook’s interference but honestly, you’re really kind of glad.  

Jungkook just places a finger against your mouth comically, smiling at you as he pulls you down into his lap without much resistance on your part. His hands find their way up to your head, his fingers trailing through your tresses and scratching lightly at your scalp.

“Enough work for today, noona,” he tells you,  “You can’t work well if you’re too stressed. Try again tomorrow, after you’ve had some sleep.”

You open your mouth to respond, but as his fingers pull through your hair again all that comes out is a soft sigh. You let your boyfriend stroke and caress you, and soon feel your stress begin to melt away with his touch.

The scratch of his short nails against your scalp feels too good, and soon you find yourself drifting off to sleep, eyelids heavy. You’re about to drift off completely when you hear Jungkook start singing softly under his breath, his own eyes closed, head tilted back against the sofa cushions.  You’re both going to end up falling asleep at this rate.

His voice makes your heart race just a bit and you can’t help but smile.

“Jungkookie,” you say, twisting your head.in his lap to better look up at him, “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

“I know,” the younger boy smirks, eyes remaining closed, “I love you too.”

- Steph and Mackenzie <3 <3 

i can’t properly put into words all the feelings i have for this paragraphs. seriously, they live rent free in my mind. clair de lune is my favorite song - maybe of all times - and it comforts me a lot. thanks for writing, it gave me a lot of comfort <3

Clair de Lune

the softest Taehyung smut.

King of lovemaking: Kim Taehyung. 

This is pwp. Utterly plotless. Soft soft soft smut. The softest. Marshmallow smut. I can’t even make a useful summary. You can totally listen to Clair de Lune while you read it! Also it’s for ADULTS! 18+

Word count: 2.2K   Taehyung x Reader

It’s got to be close to dawn. When you crack an eye to peer out the window the sky is still dark, with a thin line of orange at the lowest point you can see through the rows and rows of buildings. Through the groggy haze of slumber, you piece together your surroundings. The bed beside you, while still warm from his body, is void of your boyfriend. Your searching eyes find him leaning back in his desk chair, the bare skin of his chest glowing in the warm light that flickers from a solitary green candle. Soft piano spills from the phone in his hand. The calming music would most certainly have lulled you back to sleep had it not been for the shock of seeing Taehyung awake at 4 a.m., by choice. You watch him, curiosity piqued. He doesn’t seem upset, just awake, and you wonder what the reason could be. Taehyung drops his phone into his lap and throws his foot up on the desk, satin pajama pants sliding up his calf. The deep sigh he lets out when he drops his head back has you feeling his absence something awful.

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comfort zone feelings :(

if i told you (post-script) | jjk

summary: now that you and jungkook are together, all you have left to worry about are your finals. and while finals have never been merciful, at least you always have jungkook to lift you up. 

{established relationship!au, college!au}

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader genre: fluff word count: 1k warnings: finals week *mr krabs meme* a/n: thank you to @cherryjiminiee​ for commissioning me for this drabble and for donating to the #blacklivesmatter movement !!! still wishing that this fic was my life.

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peace is what im feeling 😌💜

Paradisiacal | jjk

Genre: fluff Pairing: jungkook x reader Word Count: 800 Summary: This is meant to put you into a peaceful state of mind if you’re feeling anxious and need a little mental escape. 

I wrote this after a conversation @bulletproofbirdy and I had. 

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oh, the warmth 😭😭

A Good Book | jjk

Genre: fluff, nonidol!au Pairing: nonidol!Jungkook x reader  Word Count: 722 Warnings: tooth rotting fluff Summary: Just a snowy night in with Jungkook :)

@bulletproofbirdy my hand has been dealt.

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“Kittens, They Love To Enslave Us”

prompt sent by @shadowsremedy​ : “ yoongi + sfw please haha + something cute!” - thank you so much for sending me a prompt gray!! i hope this does some justice! on a side note, i do feel terribly handicapped when things are fluffy and cute ;_;

find out how to send me prompts on the post here!

➺ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

➺ Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship!AU

➺ Rating: PG

➺ Word Count: 1.1k

➺ Warnings: None

“But he is looking at me.”

“Y/N, they’re all looking at you. People walking outside are staring at you. You’re like a wild Beyblade in a ring, spinning from one kitten to another. Just pick one.”

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Indifferent - MYG

Here you go!! please tell me what you think ! 

Genre : FLuffF, CrAcK, What is even going on, friends, crush

pairing : Yoongi x reader

word count : 1.4 K 

Warning : Literally none,

A/N : PLEASE LEAVE MORE REQUESTS IM GOING TO DIE IF YOU DONTT.

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Yoongi was sure you felt completely indifferent towards him. For lack of better words. indifferent . Indifferent was what he felt towards 99% of people that he met, or spoke to. But to you, he felt something special, something that wasn’t indifference. And for the first time in his life, the roles were reversed. 

See the situation was actually a lot more complicated to him than it would seem to you. You’d been Taehyung’s best friend for a very long time now, which meant you would very frequently meet with the boys, and were close to each one of them to different extents, in different ways. This also meant that it was very normal to find you lounging around the dorms, any day of the week. The complication arose when Yoongi was uncertain if you and Tae had a thing for each other, which you absolutely didn’t, but he wouldn’t know any better. To him, if you and Tae did have a thing for each other, then his feelings weren’t relevant at all, it was game over. But if it was you that was pining over the younger boy, then it was going to be especially painful for you to find out that not only did Tae not like you back, but one of his creepy friends was in love with you. At least that’s what he thought would happen. 

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this is CUTENESS OVERLOAD. the comfort i felt while reading and feeling the sensations and imagining the scene as a perfect scenario just filled my heart. it’s intimate, cute, happy and all the fluff in the world

Getting Old Together

Plot: It’s Taehyung’s birthday and even though last night he was so exhausted he didn’t even eat, today is everything he’s been waiting for. You’ll remember it for the rest of your lives, especially thanks to your gift that will witness most of your stunts, some as hot and spicy as Jjambbong, others just… as nauseous as shit.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship

Wordcount: 2.5k

Author’s Note: I wrote this little thing in occasion of TaeTae’s birthday. Apparently I keep writing about Taehyung in the morning, I realized it a little while ago (but I’m not sorry). I hope you’ll like this. Let’s celebrate our boy and show him all the love he deserves today!💜

Taehyung came home late last night and you thank God that he has a day off today, you really don’t know how he would have survived to another full day of rehearsals. Yesterday morning he woke up at six and when the hands of your kitchen clock were pointing straight at eight he was already staring at his figure in the mirror of the rehearsal room, sided by the other members. When he came home last night he was so exhausted and sweaty that all he wanted to do was take a shower and go to sleep, without even eating. If it were possible, sleep while taking a shower. He didn’t want to eat, he literally had his eyelids heavy even as he walked from the bathroom to the bedroom, and all you could do was cuddle with him as he fell asleep. Useless to say, it took him three minutes, but he mattered something about his back, saying that it hurt.

His tiredness is the reason why you’re still staring at him as he lightly snores, lips ajar and disheveled hair. It’s already ten, and you wish he could sleep endlessly if it’d help him with feeling better both mentally and both physically, but it’s his birthday. You know he’d prefer to be awake, he didn’t do anything else than talk about his free day on his birthday for the whole week. Just the other day he had rambled for more than twenty minutes of what you could do together.

You’re smiling and you don’t even realize it until he snores louder than before, his breath suddenly stopping for one, two, three, four seconds… and then he sneezes. The sudden action makes your smile turn in a laughter that you’re not good at holding back, making him half awake in his sleep.

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This screams comfort zone (a tag I use here for the sole purpose of calming the f down or just read something cute)!!! id really love to read more about them, but im a firm believer that if the author leaves the way it is (you call it incomplete I call it a great open ending) it's because it was meant to be that way. So I'm glad I've read this cute short, thanks for writing! 💖

- barista!yoongi scenario | tea and sympathy -

♡ what’s the best way to get over a bad break-up? ordering everything on the sweet menu at the nearest cafe, of course! ♡ 

A/N: this was requested by @justthewaymymindworks, but it somehow became a barista!au? I hope you don’t mind… :) genre: fluff, mild angst word count: 2.1k

Ten minutes and twenty-three seconds since the damage was done.

Now, you’re in the nearest café, ordering all the sweets you can afford, and swallowing tears.

The barista eyes you over the counter, eyebrows raising a millimetre with each dessert you order.

“… and a slice of Victoria sponge, and some of those macaroons, and a brownie, and a triple-chocolate muffin…”

His eyes shuffle over you, taking in the red nose, the tear-clumped eyelashes, the wobbling lips – all part of the barely functioning human that is you. He doesn’t comment, just asks: “Anything else?”

“A chamomile tea.” You avert your gaze, not wanting his judgement. It’s not his business what you order. Yeah, that’s right, Mr… (you glance at his name tag) … Mr Yoongi, it’s not your business. This is between me, and my stomach… and my ex-boyfriend who just left me standing in the street.

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Sleep is (or should be) the most peaceful moment of our days, so it's needless to say it must be protected and remain preserved. I truly believe that we need to respect this time of the day by doing it only with the ones we love or alone.

And this is what this scenario is about! It radiates comfort, softness, fluffy moments between pillows, sheets, duvets. I love the way they all seem different despite the same prompts, yet the cute and sleepy energy remains. Thank you, again, for writing this!

Excuses to share a bed with BTS

BTS Scenario Masterlist:

👻 the nightmares won’t go away unless you cuddle with me…

with Jungkook

☁️ i’m depressed and i need hugs if i’m going to sleep well…

with Jin

with Namjoon

❄️ the heater broke and you’re warm…

with Yoongi

with Jungkook

❣️ it’s totally a scientific fact that cuddling helps you sleep, wanna test it?

with Yoongi

with Jimin

✨ this hotel only has a king-sized bed, i guess we’re sharing…

with Namjoon

with Taehyung

💫 we fell asleep on the couch together, whoops…

with Namjoon

with Jimin

with Yoongi

🌸 you take the bed, i’ll take the couch, i insist…

with Jin

with Jimin

🦋 we’ve had a tradition as besties to have a sleep over every year, but i want to be more than besties…

with Jungkook

[based on this]