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pjm fic recs (02)
personal fav:⭐️ smut:💋 fluff:☕️ angst:🥀 3some:🚬
(01) (02) ~☕️masterlist
BTS IS BACK!!!!
— Misses (jjk)
#—;;summary: your boyfriend is gone at work for too long and you simply can’t take it anymore.
#—;;wc/trope: established relationship, idol!au jungkook x fem!reader (1.3k)
#—;;warnings: petnames, fluff, slice of life, comfort, unedited
#—;;a/n: can you tell i like writing oneshot comfort fics. originally wrote this for my pal in dms cus she asked for it, but might aswell post it! (i also have a big story coming soon, be ready xx)
☕️~masterlist
Your boyfriend always took too damn long in that studio.
Even when he does stick to his word, when he gets home he’s just exhausted, not wanting to talk or do much but eat, shower, and sleep.
Obsessive Bf!Hoseok x fem!reader headcanons
#—;;summary: your boyfriend loves you, youre sure.. maybe a little too much?
#—;;warnings: toxic!hobi,!manipulative, dark themes, not suitable for under 16. If you dont like it dont read it xx!! (dubcon)
#—;;a/n: teehee my pals yve and miya suggested this.. hope u enjoy!
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Obsessive!Hobi, who started out as just being clingy. Assuming it was normal, you let him stay velcro-ed to your side through every adventure you went through. -- "Oh you're going to run errands? Let me come with! To keep you company." He would say, his sun shinning smile winning you over.
— Sweetheart (pjm)
#—;;summary: your bestfriend is always there for you in your darkest moments of life.
#—;;wc/trope: bsf!jimin x reader (1.8k)
#—;;warnings: mentions of sh/dark themes, angst(?) comfort, slice of life
#—;;a/n: lowkey a vent post but this is also for me myself and i so sorry if its lowk bad i js started writing and didnt stop
~☕️masterlist
God. You fucked up. Bad this time. You heaved as you looked down at the mess you’d made, how could you begin to explain this now?
The tears falling into the open wounds littering your wrist made you wince as the drops sunk into the slits, stinging furthermore.
You knew Jimin would be over soon. How could you be so stupid? Why couldn’t you have waited until after he came over?? Idiot.
Resting your head in your hands as more tears flooded your eyes, you heard your door creak ooen along with the angelic voice youd gotten so used to.
“_____!! I brought your favorite sn—“ he roared cheerily while the door to your bedroom swung open. His words paused immediately at the sight infront of him.
You felt your stomach twist. Frantically slidding your sleeves back over your arms, gripping the openings in tight fists.
“H-hey!!” You said, sharing a smile which clearly didnt reach your eyes while wiping your cheeks.
His frown said it all. This wasnt his first rodeo, he knew how bad you could get.
I mean, he had been your bestfriend since middle school.
Jimin’s face read knowingness with a smidge of disappointment—you hated that look.
You had told him you were getting better, and you were—until you werent.
His sigh made you feel instantly regretful. Peering at the now red tinted sleeves you clutched like a lifeline.
All he said was your name, yet that was enough to break down the facade you had built for those 5 minutes.
You felt your face contort, hot tears spilling from your already red eyes.
Making his way over to your spot on the floor, like routine at this point. He picked you up, setting you on the bed, bundling you in the sheets.
He kissed your forehead before exiting the room, you took a quick glance at the damage you had done this time, and.. oh God he couldnt see this. What would he think of you now? You lied to him. You broke your promise.
Everything was just too much. This was the one thing you knew was reliable, a constant. It never failed you like everything else always did.
As he made his way back, you saw his arms stuffed full of items. Bandages, snacks, waterbottles.
He knew how you hated to talk about your feelings, so he found a system in which you enjoyed, and tended to make you feel much better.
He sat on your bed.
“Do you.. want to talk about it?” You shook your head, keeping your head between your knees.
His tone automatically shifted to something softer, quieter. Like if he spoke above a certain volume it’d break you.
“Will you let me see?” No. you wanted to say no, shout it even, but you couldnt move. Your fists gripping your knees closer while a slight head shake was the response he got.
“I can’t help you if you dont let me, sweetheart.”
That damned nickname. You didn’t dererve it. You weren’t sweet, or dainty enough for it. You were wrecked, a mess, gross even. It didn’t suit you.
Clutching your knees tighter, you sightly scooted away from him. You couldn’t look him in the eye knowing what you did.
If you did look at him, you wouldn’t be able to see anyway, the tears in your eyes blurring your vision.
You felt his hand land on your back, as he scooted closer to you.
He knew words wouldnt fix this right now, so he just held you. Pushing your shoulders back, your head lifted, keeping your gaze down at your hands.
He laid next to you situating your tired body next to him.
He didn’t care about himself. He never cared what state he was in, he just needed to make sure you were comforted, and he knew exactly how to do it.
This time was different though, you wouldn’t dare show him this time.
You leaned on his chest, tears already soaking his shirt as he stroked your hair, your legs pulled up over his.
“You’ll be okay. You always are. I’ll make sure you are.” He whispered, rocking you slightly.
His coddling and words made the tears flow heavier. You felt like a child. You hated it more than anything—feeling incompetent of fixing yourself, needing someone else to fix you instead.
It made you feel weak, worse than you felt before. Why did you act like this? Why did you have to behave this way? He never struggled like this. You never had to clean him up and kiss the bandages up his arms, so why did you? Why’d you make him do it for you?
All you wanted was to cry. You never wanted to stop.
He kept consistent, rocking you steadily with occasional forehead kisses while whispering sweet nothings.
“Im here, i’ll help you. I promise.”
Jimin picked up your face, looking into your eyes,“Everything is alright now. You have nothing to worry about honey.”
You couldn’t help but stare into his and feel immediate comfort, the look on his face was infinitely soft, pure love and admiration visible in his eyes while his thumb stroked your tear-stained cheek, which elicited a small smile out of you.
He immediately smiled a wider grin, setting his forehead against yours,“Thats my girl. I know you had it in you.” Leaning in to kiss your cheek, you laid back down, temporarily forgetting about what youd done 10 minutes prior.
His hand snuck down to meet yours, rubbing circles into your palm before you felt his fingers slip beneath your sleeve, inching its way up your forearm.
You flinched your hand back, looking up at him with a big frown.
He pouted back,“You need to let me help you, baby.” He sighed pulling your hand back into his. You shook your head aggresively.
“No. No its fine—Ill be okay.” You uttered out, sliding your hand back and gripping your sleeve tighter than before.
“Just let me clean it, please? I want to help you.”
“I can do it myself.” You argued back, getting out of this in any way you could.
Your feeling of comfort was starting to slip away, the distance between you and jimin expanding, and so was your anxiety.
“You try that every time honey. It never works.” He whispered playfully, feeling his leg rub yours, attempting to coax you back to him.
“Jimin seriously. Ill be fine it’s— it’s not even that bad this time.” Lies. Lies lies lies. Thats all you’ve been telling this evening.
“You’re not fine though and you know it! And thats okay, you’re allowed to not be fine sweetheart.” Again with the nicknames, that made you feel sickenigly sweet when you were infact the opposite.
His hand found yours again as he inched closer to you.
Whatever. You knew how stubborn he was, fighting was useless.
He lifted one of your sleeves, watching his face, he probably thought he didn’t make a reaction, but you knew him too well, his emotions on his sleeve. The dissapointment, sadness, and slight fear evident in his expression.
You felt yourself sniffle, the waterworks starting to flow again.
“Shhh, shhh you’ll be okay with me baby.” He whispered, sitting up with your arm across his lap, grabbing wipes, softly sliding it up and down your stained forearm. The sting being something you could never get used to.
“Why this time? I told you I was on my way, I could’ve prevented this.” He looked up at you, sadness in his eyes.
Jimins expression read guilt. He always tried to make you realize you harming yourself didnt just affect you, it hit him deeply aswell.
“i don’t know.. it just kinda happened.” you mumbled, his hands working around yours with the white bandage being wrapped securely around your sanitized arm.
“i know you’re lying. Just talk to me.” He said, quickly repeating the process on your other arm.
With a deep sigh, you began. “You dont ever feel like youre just— failing? Like you’ve got absolutely nothing going for you. I dont have anything to keep going for, everything I do I fuck up in some way, or make someone upset.”
He stood up, taking his hoodie off, setting it aside before slipping your longsleeve off up and over your head, swapping it with his plush black hoodie.
The scent of his laundry and cologne immediately comforting you. Vanilla and citrus was your favorite, because it was so him.
“But you do have things going for you. Mistakes are human. Youre not going to be perfect y’know. What would I do without you, hm? You have such a positive impact on people, even when you dont notice it.” He said, grabbing the remote and setting the bags of food on the bed, whilst pulling you next to him and clicking on the TV.
“You always have help. You’re never alone as long as im breathing.” He said, squeezing you slightly, bringing you closer to his body.
“So.. how about we drown all this out with your favorite show and filling up on tteokbokki?” He said, grinning down at you brightly.
You couldn’t help but giggle at his childlike expression, one of your favorites. It reminded you of your early stages of your friendship.
“Whatever.” You sighed, cuddling up next to him and kissing his cheek.
You sighed, feeling much more content next to the boy you knew you could pour your heart into.
Professor!yoongi x fem!reader headcanons
summary: first day of class and you already knew youre screwed. how can a man be so hot?
#—;;warnings: tension, implied smut
#—;;a/n: i cant get teacher yoon out of my head so now its everyone elses problem. probably gonna write a story about this hc xx.(shoutout to my miya 4 dis lol) ~☕️masterlist
Professor!Yoongi, who was infamous for being the strict, cold teacher. The kind who gave detentions left and right. The kind who didn't take late work. The kind who took bullshit from no-one.
—Drafts
UP NEXT (updated 5/14/26)
oneshots:
1. — Deja Vu (based on professer!yoon hcs)
2. — Porcelain Kittens (yoonmin x reader)
3. — Horror Hoseok (not official name, self explanatory. Chainsaw clown hobi ooo spooky)
4. — Roommates (pjm)
5. — workplace (kth)
6. — stalker/sasaeng au? (kth)
headcannons:
1. — Perv!bts series
2. — desperate ex!namjoon
3. — professor!jimin
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Fratboy!jimin x fem!reader headcannons
summary: toxic fratboy who flirts around but so obviously just wants you.
#—;;warnings:fluff, crack, just a tad freaky!
#—;;a/n: inspired by fashionably late by falling in reverse. Just.. look at the lyrics. if you dont it doesnt make sense 🥀✌🏼 (ramen at someones house is a euphamism for sex in korea) ~☕️msterlist
Fratboy!jimin, who originally came to the party with your bestfriend, but when he laid eyes on you, he realized be picked the wrong girl.
—JEON JUNGKOOK
oneshots:
1. — Misses (1.3k)
headcanons:
1. — xxx
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—KIM TAEHYUNG
oneshots:
1. — xxx
headcanons:
1. — xxx
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—JUNG HOSEOK
oneshots:
1. — xxx
headcanons:
1. — Obsessive bf!Hoseok
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—MIN YOONGI
oneshots:
1. — xxx
headcanons:
1. — Professor!Yoongi
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—KIM SEOKJIN
oneshots:
1.ー xxx
headcanons:
1. — xxx
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—KIM NAMJOON
oneshots:
1. — xxx
headcanons:
1. — xxx
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—BTS
oneshots:
1. — xxx
headcannons:
1. — Bts stoner!headcannons
2. — xxx
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