Part Six: Hug-o-gram

Part Six: Hug-o-gram

LITERALLY THE MOST CUTEST, FLUFFIEST, ADORABLE FIC EVERRRRRR🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I COULDNT STOP SMILING AND LAUGHING BECAUSE YOONGI IS JUST THE SOFTEST HUMAN BEING AND I WOULD DIE FOR HIM!!!! Seokjin and yoongi’s dynamic was so much fun and so funny, think that was my favorite moments in the fic❤️❤️

Hug-o-gram | Yoongi

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“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font. 

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious. 

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending hugs to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: 13.3K → a/n: another commission by the lovely @jincherie​ because she’s epic like that!! she literally just told me to write whatever the hell i wanted and well… yoobie got me Good… anyway here’s more yoongi fluff bc apparently i’m a fluff writer now and sometimes i just want my boy to be happy… appa yip yip

Kim Seokjin makes a lot of good decisions. He also makes plenty of bad ones, but he likes to think the score is lying heavily towards the positives. Min Yoongi will be the first one to quickly disagree, but Seokjin doesn’t let it get to him. He doesn’t make it his business to listen to opinions that don’t immediately align with his, anyway; he likes to call it “selective hearing.” Yoongi calls it stupidity. Either way, the point still stands: Seokjin knows a good idea when he sees one. Case in point:

“This automatic popcorn machine is absolutely divine,” Seokjin moans, his mouth agape as he waits for the Mister Popcorn Robot to bestow him with another morsel of goodness.

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Recently got back to reading this and I’m.... confused, literally what just happened??? They know oc works for YG??? Oc works for YG????? Imma read this again. But good job with this chapter👏🏼

part seventeen (b) - put the ass in assassin

thunderstorm🌩 - (mafia!jk x dancer!yn, smau, - fluff, crack, angst, potential smut)

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PSA: ASK MY MUSE IS NOW OPEN FOR ALL OF MY STORIES TO ENTERTAIN ME DURING THIS LOCKDOWN/QUARANTINE/SELF-ISOLATION THING (THAT ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE DOING, STAY IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HOUSES) SO ASK MY MUSES SOME QUESTIONS PLEASE I’M BEGGING Y’ALL 

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Part Eight: When it Rains, it Pours

Thank you for making this one of my newest favourite Namjoon fic ever!! I literally love Namjoon in this!!! The sexual tension between the characters was AMAZING. The smut was AMAZING. Overall 10/10❤️

When It Rains, It Pours (M)

Namjoon x Reader

WordCount: 4.6k

Genre: PWP, Smut, Fluff, Roommates to Lovers!

Warnings: Soft Dom!Namjoon, Dirty Talk, Begging, Praise, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Joon Tiddie Worship (You Just Gotta), Huge Cock!Namjoon, Face Fucking, Spanking, Cum Swallowing, Unprotected Sex, Choking, Possessive!Namjoon, Degradation, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie

A/N: A really big thanks to my women @xjoonchildx​, @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​ for hyping me up as per usual and reading through it! The loves of my life! I hope you guys enjoy it! 

Summer showers are usually delightful. There’s something incredible about sitting on your balcony with your roommate as you both sip wine and listen to the rain patter against the streets and your apartment building. You love the smell of the rain, the dark overcast that seems to highlight your roommates handsome features. And, above all you love the cosiness that sets deep into your bones. 

You should have been home two hours ago, listening to the rain with your braniac of a roommate and yet, you had gotten stuck at work for what felt like the fortieth time just this month. You didn’t bring an umbrella to work, expecting to have been home before the rain began to barrage the Earth. You didn’t bring a jacket because it was hotter than Hades outside and the humidity was eating you alive. 

So here you were, drenched and disappointed that you missed out on a beautiful evening on the balcony.

Thunder crashes loudly, lightning highlighting the apartment door as it gets kicked open. Namjoon jumps loudly at the noise as the door knob slams into the wall. “Jesus Christ! What the fuck!?” He yells as he puts his hand over his heart. You glower at him as you enter the apartment, hair in tendrils as small droplets of water plop onto the white ground beneath you.

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I literally can’t stop crying right now😭 i literally can’t think and cry at the same time but I really love this fic😔😔 the comparison between the orange and yellow versus red and blue was just amazing, I’m trying to think of words to describe how I feel about this but I literally can’t because of the bittersweetness of it all, the sadness but also hopeful that one day they’ll be happy again in the future even if sunmi isn’t there anymore. When Yoongi showed her the song literally broke my heart😭😭 I need to read something fluffy and cute now😭😭

Phantom

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Heavy Angst, Parent AU, Bittersweet Fluff Rating: PG15 Words: 3.9k Warnings: major character death, hospitals, mentions of a road accident, mentions of blood, trauma, emotional turmoil, lots and lots of hurt i’m sorry

Summary: “It’s your papa and mama’s song.”

Note: Inspired by SEKAI NO OWARI’s 幻の命 (Maboroshi no Inochi/Life of Phantom)

Tagging my support team @mygsii​​ and @starlightseoks​​ who gave me validation when I needed. Love you! ❤️❤️❤️ Part of @bangtanscenery​‘s April Showers Bring May Flowers Collab

You’re in a field filled with yellow and orange flowers. Bunny shaped clouds fill the sky on a beautiful blue canvas. You see a small child – your child – a few metres in front of you, picking the flowers and squealing in glee. Yoongi is crouching next to Sunmi, gummy smile present as she hands him flower after flower.

This is a dream, you think to yourself, it has to be.

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When I first read the first chapter, I knew that i would love this fic because I’m a sucker for royalty aus and this one just amazed me😍 although I didn’t like when hoseok betrayed oc, I fell in love with oc and kiku (and the other strong characters). When kiku revealed that oc’s been hiding her child shocked me the most, I had to put down my phone for a second. Great job with this fic👏🏼😍

coin flip finale — jhs

Requested by anon.

Plot: What happens when a spy sent as a butler to befriend the queen for infiltration ends up getting into a life-changing accident?

Format: One-shot | Two-shot | Series

Rating: G | PG | Mature | Explicit

Genre: royal!au | angst, smut.

Pairing: Butler!Hoseok x Queen!OC/Reader (Rosyne)

Warnings: mainly angst themes of betrayal and backstabbing, namjoon being a first class asshole, themes of infidelity between side characters (not the main pairing!!), childbirth (descriptions of heavy pain, screaming and blood), bodily harm but like it’s kind of deserving. 

Links: Guidelines | Masterlist | Request List (reqs closed)

Word Count: 7.9k

Chapters: Pt. 1 | Finale

A/N: the scenes in between the flower borders are flashbacks!! and here we gooooo I’m not that proud of this chapter, there’s almost too many characters lol so it’s kinda messy I’m sorryyyy

© by flowerwrites. All rights reserved. No reposting or translating allowed.

The clouds gather close together deepening into an almost blackened grey as the air wafting from the windows were harsh and nippy. Hoseok relishes in the sharp breeze while he scratches the quill against the parchment calmly, making sure every word was clear. Today was the day. He could hear Rosyne’s favourite horse neighing outside in the courtyard. Maybe it was in his head since the yard was so far away.

He hears the door click open and merely glances over his shoulder to find Yoongi eyeing him curiously through the gap. “Come in.” Hoseok acknowledges, eyes scanning across the words to ensure everything was correct before placing it into the envelope.

“How’re you feeling?” Yoongis’ raspy voice echoes through his room giving a calming feeling of sorts mixed with the grey sky outside.

Hoseok smiles sadly. “I don’t think it matters what I’m feeling.”

“It matters to me, brother.” The older male walks over to the window, harsh cold breeze hitting his face but he welcomes it openly. “Minnie is still fighting with Namjoon about the whole ordeal. Her voice is hoarse at this point.”

“I can see why you like her more than Joon.”

He raises a brow looking over at him. “Can say the same about you with Rosyne.”

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Part Nine: Gossip Girl

A fic from one of my favourite author from this app, i knew i wasn’t gonna be disappointed. I LOVE gossip girl and THIS,,,, *french kiss* delicious😍😍 i really want a drabble of who actually exposed everyone (i feel like its tae???🧐🥴) and why they did it!!!

Gossip Girl

↠ Gossip Girl ↞ Part of my Bangtan Netflix series!

Every year, you and your seven childhood friends spend the holiday weekend together at Jin’s resort in the Alps. It’s always a good time: drinking, the occasional recreational drug, and the divulging of secrets. It’d been another routine, fun weekend with your friends.

Until one of you leaked everyone’s secrets to the city’s biggest gossip site. Should be easy to find out which one of you did it, right? Who was responsible for dragging everyone’s reputation into the dirt? Too bad no one could remember what had happened that weekend. Or so you all say.

Which one of eight, pretty little socialites spilled their ugly truths? Why, that’s a secret I’ll never tell.

                                           xoxo

                                     Gossip Girl

              Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

              Warnings/Genre: Mature themes. Socialite!au. Gossip Girl!au. Explicit language. Fluff. Angst. Smut. Backstabbing. Mystery. Drug use. Alcohol use. Light violence. Allusion to criminal activity. Friends to lovers.

              Word Count: 18.5k

A/N: Whew! This was a beast for me to write let me tell ya! But it’s also my first one shot of this size and caliber. Well, and my first time writing smut too (cringe). Hopefully it turned out well.

All of my works are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission.

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             Hey Upper-Eastsiders, Gossip Girl here: your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elite. And do I have the biggest news ever. One of my many sources sent me something that I think you’d all like to see.

Not even the gentle hum of the elevator could drown out the sound of your rapidly beating heart. While you watched the golden lit numbers above the steel doors count up as you ascended, you couldn’t help the shaking of your hands. You had maybe fifteen more seconds to pull yourself together.

Your mascara coated eyelashes tickled your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut. One, two, three. That was all you gave yourself before you opened your eyes and stood up straight. The silk yellow ribbon tied around your neck threatened to strangle you to death, but you ignored it in favor of the elevator doors opening.

Cigar smoke. That was the first scent to assault your nose.  

Fuck.

Jin only smoked cigars when he was overly stressed and on the precipice of a meltdown. He always complained that they damaged his beauty. Like the tobacco would somehow come to life and mar his face. He always was overdramatic.

Now, however, you were almost tempted to steal one for yourself.

The deep vocal fry of Hoseok’s voice met your ears as you stepped out of the steel box. Heels clacking against the glossy wood finish of the penthouse of Jin’s hotel, you rounded the corner of the foyer. The fancy, grey bricked finish of the walls were normally familiar– comforting. But now it chilled your veins with ice.

Standing at the bar in the living room, Namjoon was pouring himself a generous serving of scotch. His silver colored hair was glossy under the overhead lights. He must have just recently bleached it since it’d been honey blond just a day ago. Namjoon’s back was to you, but at your entrance he turned with a glass of liquor in hand.

Jin paused from where he was pacing a hole into the expensive persian rug he’d purchased last summer abroad. The pink jacket of his suit was discarded on top of the pool table and the long sleeves of his white button-up were rolled to his elbows. A fat, half-smoked cigar dangled from one of his slender hands, the other moving to push his dark hair away from his forehead. Jin’s normally grinning plump lips were pursed in irritation, nostrils flared.

From his seat on the long, orange colored couch, Hoseok halted his movements, his fingers halfway to his lips with an unlit joint. Most of the buttons on his light blue shirt were undone and the muscles of his pectorals were peaked through. And his own blazer was flung over the arm of the couch without care.

“Was it you?”

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