So Soft! And Heartwarming

So soft! And heartwarming ❤️

the inevitabilities of love

pairing ➳ jungkook x reader

synopsis ➳ your best friend is a hope[ful] romantic. love, and all its parts, are of particular importance to him. so much so that he has convinced himself his soulmate is out there waiting to be found. when a new girl walks into your class one day, he thinks he’s found her. 

genre ➳ fluff, angst, friends to lovers 

warnings ➳ cursing

word count ➳ 15.2k

author’s note ➳ this is dedicated to @kooksflowerflower​ who requested a jungkook fic from me a few weeks ago. i’m sorry this took so long! i have trouble writing for anyone but jimin :{ i hope you like this, though! it was inspired by katie ray’s novel don’t kiss the messenger, which is a long time favourite of mine. happy reading~!! :]

(masterlist, here!)

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Such a ride!!! Loved every word!

I don’t know what to do with my life now. 🤣

us, from yesterday

❥ synopsis: when you broke up with jimin a year ago, you never expected to see him again. after all, the two of you were out of school and living in entirely different cities. the chances of meeting again were quite minuscule. that is, until your best friends announce their summer cruise wedding and you come face-to-face with the past you left behind and the love you wish you never lost.

❥ genre: fluff, angst, exes to lovers, wedding au

❥ warnings: explicit content, cursing, reader suffers from a little anxiety, mild violence

❥ word count: 53.7k

❥ playlist: galaxies by isabella richardson; one step closer by shane harper; nobody compares to you by gryffin; un-break my heart by toni braxton; can i by teddy; please notice by christian love; ruin my life by zara larsson; jealous by labrinth; in my head by peter manos; the only reason by 5 seconds of summer; feels like this by maisie peters; make it right by the jonas brothers; you love me by brighten; dancing with your ghost by sasha sloan; heartbreak anniversary by giveon; film out by bts; clarity by zedd ft. foxes; not angry by chris james; scars by miley cyrus; already mine by us the duo; dive by ed sheeran; if you love her by forest blakk; someone you hate by sasha sloan; miss me (when you’re gone) by will linley; remember that night by sarah kays; see you later by jenna raine; intro by sabrina carpenter; memory lane by haley joelle; and, you were good to me by jeremy zucker and chelsea cutler

❥ dedication: @yesalexus, thank you for always cheering me on and being so sweet. your compliments have a very special place in my heart. i know you have been waiting for this, so i really wanted to dedicate this to you especially. thank you for waiting. i hope you love it!

❥ author’s note: this fic has been a long time in the making. for some reason, i kept putting it off for weeks and weeks even though the premise for this was laid out and planned meticulously. maybe it was writer’s block or maybe it was just me being lazy. who knows? not me! haha. happy reading~!! :]

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This whole story made me go Awwwwww

the likelihood of being on your mind

summary: you don’t think about jeon jungkook that often, but when you do, it’s always followed by feelings of antipathy. and really, why think of him when you could be thinking about soccer captain, kim seokjin instead? you have your heart set on seokjin. there is nothing you want more than to make him yours. but of course, jungkook has to throw a wrench in it. 

genre: fluff; a little angst but like, not really; childhood friends/neighbours to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, college au

warnings: arguments, a small physical altercation, degrading names, mentions of parental separation / divorce

word count: 18.2k

author’s note: this fic was changed several times because i just could not decide what direction i wanted to take it. it’s the longest thing i’ve written on here as of yet but i hope it doesn’t drag. please enjoy it a lot! likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated, thank so you so much! sidenote: some readers may not find the oc/jungkook and/or their actions ‘agreeable.’ they are meant to frustrate you, annoy you, aggravate you. i think characters which pull these sort of feelings from you, as well as love, kindness, and change, are important in story-telling. happy reading~! :] 

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Absolutely loved it!

Would love to see an alien fic with jungkook 🙈

Woo, this was so fun to write! I hope you like it and it's not too weird...

Warnings: talks of injuries - none of it graphic but I feel like I should still point it out.

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It is definitely here somewhere. You saw it fall only a minute ago. Had rushed inside first, only to grab a torch and then turning on your heels you’d run straight back outside to where you saw the thing fall through the sky.

Saw the man fall through the sky.

It’s dark, the torch cutting a tunnel of light through the night. The grass long, you have to wade through it like its water. You’re careful, not wanting to step on anything, but also you need to be quick. You may already be out of time, mere minutes since it happened, but someone just fell from a height, surely to be dead on site.

The fact that there’s no where for the man to fall from doesn’t go through your mind. The fact he’s fallen from such a height he’d surely be dead now doesn’t go through your mind. The fact you have no medical experience, that even if you find the man you won’t be much help to him doesn’t go through your mind. All you think about is finding him, all you think about is helping him.

Your grow frantic, start to shout out in the hopes he can hear and reply. But you hear nothing, see nothing.

You stop, panting, eyes frantically dance around the large field as your torch light follows behind, breaths panting in the cool air.

There.

Your torch dances back to the spot you think you saw something. A hint of something. A glimmer.

You push through the grass, flatten every blade in your wake. The torch is by your side, now you’ve caught sight of him – or what you hope is him – you don’t need the bright light to guide you. The moon is enough, the man himself like a beacon calling to you.

You drop to your knees when you get to him. His head is haloed by the fallen grass, his eyes closed, lips popped open, a scattering of moles across his face, one delicately placed under his bottom lip. He looks godly, like a fallen angel.

Your force your eyes away from his face, hands dance centimetres above his skin, just avoiding contact, as your eyes do an external examination. You don’t know what you’re looking for, but there are no twisted limbs, no blood pooling under him, and as if by some miracle, his chest is lightly rising and falling.

Alive. He’s alive and your heart gives a leap at that fact, only to fall a second later. You may not have much medical knowledge, but you at least know that external injuries aren’t necessarily everything. Just because he looks ok doesn’t mean he is.

You pause, your hands just above his shoulders as you refocus on his face. He looks so peaceful. But it could all be a lie. You fingers itch to touch him, but then would it be any better to wake him? You should call for help, but out in the middle of nowhere you know you’ll be alone for a while. You need to make a decision and you need to make one now.

You press your fingers delicately to his shoulders, your touch so light that nothing happens.

“Hello,” you press your fingers a bit harder. “Are you ok?”

You sound dumb as your fingers curl to grasp even a bit of his broad shoulders, shaking him ever so slightly. But you need to say something and they’re the only words that come to your head as you lean in towards him.

His mouth moves. You lean in closer as if to catch the words you can’t hear.

“You’re going to be ok,” you reassure him. “You fell, but you’re going to be ok. I’m going to make sure of it.”

His lips move again, this time you here the whisper of something. You lean in closer, your face getting closer and closer so that now your elbows are nearly leaning on his chest.

You can hear him now, can hear his mutters, but they make no sense. The ramblings of a man gone mad. But more than that, the words aren’t anything you’ve ever heard before, no language you know.

Something cold runs down your spin. Everything slowly seems to add up in your brain, but it’s not enough for you to pull away, at least not yet.

“What’s that?” You whisper out, now so close you don’t need to be any louder for him to hear.

Your hands are still clamped onto his shoulders, your body fully leaning over his. His words get louder. The k’s are harsh, the s’s soft. Something seems to click in the back of his throat on some words. There is no language on earth like this, though you may not know every language, you at least know that.

His eyelids flutter and you’ve drawn too close, are too curious to pull away.

“Are you ok?” You whisper out again, the words struggling up your restricted throat.

His eyes go from closed to fluttering to wide open in a matter of seconds.

They’re wide, round, take up a large amount of his face. But none of those things are what makes you pull away. No. It’s the fact that they’re yellow that makes you retreat.

You can’t draw your eyes away from them even as you scatter away from him. The fact he fell from seemingly nowhere. The fact his body is still alive, no broken bones or blood. The fact he’s not speaking any language you’ve ever heard. The fact his eyes are yellow. It all clicks together. He’s not human.

Your knees scrape on the ground in your rush to get as far away as possible. Your hands start to draw away from him. But through it all your eyes remain connected. You looking at him. Him looking at you. And you’re not quick enough, let out an audible gasp when his hand moves impossibly fast to grasp your wrist. Not hard, not enough to hurt you, but enough to stop you from moving any further away.

He speaks. The words clicking and contorting, a sort of panic in his eyes as his words grow louder. You don’t know what he’s saying though, don’t know if he’s in pain or if he’s warning you about something.

“I’m sorry,” you say over him, the words sounding soft over his harsh clicking.

He pauses, his eyes wide as he looks up at you. It’s like he’s only just realised that maybe you don’t understand him. His hand tightens around your wrist, still not hard enough to hurt. And then he starts to move.

This is soooo good! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

the art of being yours

(credit to the creator for the gif above!)

♡ summary: your roommate was practicing for his dance competition when he broke his right arm. guess that means you’re helping him eat now (among other things).

♡ genre: fluff, roommates to lovers, college au

♡ warnings: cursing, highly suggestive content 

♡ word count: 6.8k

♡ author’s note: this was entirely inspired by the gif above ^^ note: jiminie is the present :] pls enjoy this a lot!! 

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Please that scene with Tae and her Mum? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Loved the story!!!

Stuck with you

Summary: It’s the first Christmas since your dad passed away. You, your mum and sister are going to his favourite place to do his favourite thing, skiing. And yet you’re not there. Stuck. Stranded. Trapped. In seemingly the single hottest place in the world. Your transfer flight cancelled so you’re now stuck between home and your family. A snowstorm that causes all flights to be cancelled, heat that just seems wrong at Christmas, your sister crying and shouting down the phone at you, and to top it off, the most annoying man in the world who’s in the same position as you and seems to think you’re friends because of that fact. Merry Christmas to you.

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers; smut; angst; fluff; Christmas fic!

Word count: 29.6k

Warnings: First Christmas since fathers’ death, a lot of emotions off the back of this fact, sisterly bickering, family disputes, anxiety, sadness, crying, not going to lie this gets very sad in places so if this is a triggering subject please do not read, probably really inaccurate knowledge/description of stuff (e.g. the storm, fishing and places – note that I talk about skiing in Chamonix but flying to Geneva, that’s because to get to Chamonix you have to fly into Geneva, probably obvious but just in case), there’s fishing but no fish are injured/killed, explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), fingering, safe penetrative sex, misunderstanding, some more sadness, but it’s still soft and ultimately happy.

Authors Note: Whoops I’ve done it again, a fic that I thought would be 15-20k and yet here she is, another beast. It’s a heavy topic for Christmas, but I promise it is soft and nice in places. Please, please, pleeease check the warnings before reading this as I can understand why it would be a triggering topic, otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

CANCELLED.

The word written in big bold red letters as if to further rub in the point. But there has to be a mistake, because that can’t be right.

You read it again. Check the destination name. Carefully look across to see the time of take-off. But there is no time there, just that stupid, horrible word. Cancelled.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a feminine voice sounds out overhead, your eyes are still firmly fixed on the sign above you. “We regret to inform passengers on the 14:55 flight BA0288 to Geneva that due to unforeseen bad weather the flight has been cancelled. Please can passengers of the 14:55 flight BA0288 to Geneva go to the boarding desk for further information.”

The voice continues to repeat the information while bodies start to shift around you, grumblings following them. But all you can look at is that one word. Cancelled.

You still refuse to believe it’s true. There must have been a mistake somewhere. Someone must have mixed up the flight numbers. Or maybe this is an elaborate prank, something someone thinks is funny. Because your flight can’t be cancelled. It can’t. You’re supposed to be on your way to the snowy peaks, not stuck in the airport of your connecting flight.

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