⇥ synopsis: after getting cheated on by the star of the hockey team, park jimin, your life (as expected) goes downhill. what you don’t expect is your parents being skeptical of whether or not you’re a good older sibling for your sister. you also don’t expect them to call jeon jungkook—the person you hate most—to babysit the two of you.
or, alternatively: jungkook babysits you even though the two of you are the same age.
⇥ genre: fluff, crackfic, angst, e2l, jungkook is stupid, jimin’s an asshole, hoseok’s a sweetie, namjoon is also a sweetie, reader is Stressed, pining, mutual pining
⇥ warnings: cursing, crude humor, mentions of cheating, divorce
⇥ word count: 30.0k
based off a request for @fan-ati–c (i hope you like it dear!)
a/n: hi everyone!!! this is my first ever lengthy fic, so pls have mercy on me. i had a lotta fun writing this, so i hope you guys enjoy!!!! much much much much MUCH love <333 (feel free to give feedback and your opinions!)
Despite being completely different, Jungkook and you end up in the same place with a common goal—songwriting. Can you write songs with the guy who’s a walking bad boy stereotype? The rock image and lifestyle get on your nerves, but there seems to be more to Jungkook than you originally thought.
⤑ word count: 9.6k ⤑ genre: friends to lovers, angst, (extra) slow burn ⤑ rating:18+ (mentions of drug abuse and sexual topics)
pairing: teacher!kim seokjin x student!reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; college!au ; student x teacher relationship ; language ; sex ; dirty talk genre: smut ; crack ; angst previous:1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 word count: 1.8k+
summary: when you’re in dire need for more credits and your roommate finds a course that she wants to participate in but doesn’t want to go alone, you get dragged with her and end up in the class of kim seokjin, the new Korean teacher. suddenly all those stories, movies and shows about a romance between a professor and his student made sense, because how could you not fall for someone who looked like that?
a/n: this is so long overdue, but here it is my friends. finally.
“I have to say,” the waiter
brought out your food, you finally having something to focus on other
than your extremely handsome teacher Mr. Kim, “This is a little weird. I’ve never
went to dinner with my teacher.”
“If this makes you
uncomfortable..-”
Jin understood where you were coming from. He certainly hadn’t pictured himself having dinner with one of his students like this either.
“Oh no! No, that’s not what I
meant,” you quickly said, shaking your head, “I just mean that
this is all new for me.”
“Well, if you want, we can talk
about school stuff. Or maybe you could practice your Korean. After
all, the test will be very soon.”
“I’m confident,” you said,
beginning to dig in without mercy. You hadn’t eaten all day because
you thought you’d go on that date with Taehyung.. but clearly not,
“Not like Perry. All she learns are words that will help her argue
with Jeongguk.”
“It’s really interesting to me
that she was the one who dragged you to my course, yet you’re the one
that’s studying for it and she’s not.”
“I need the extra credits.. and I
really like the language. I always wanted to learn it ever since I
became friends with Jeongguk and Jimin.”
“And.. Taehyung?”
“Oh,” your shoulders dropped,
just like your smile, “He’s not a friend..”
“You’re right. He’s not a friend.
And he’s not worth your time,” Jin narrowed his eyes at you while
taking a sip of his drink.
“I try telling myself that, too,
you know? But I guess it’s easier for other people to say than for
myself to understand it,” you shrugged, “Whatever. It’s fine.. You
seem to be good company too, so I’m content.”
That made Jin smile brightly, almost
proudly, “Then a toast to good company, good food and..-”
Summary: You do not appreciate your new upstairs neighbor playing music at all hours. Even if it’s good music. Even if he looks like that.
Genre: NeighborAU, RockerJK, Fluff, a bit of Angst (reader has issues), Light Smut
Rating: M (light M, this is me we’re talking about here)
Word Count: almost 8k (wow)
Warnings: Kissing, LANGUAGE (i really like the word ‘fuck’ okay?), making out, ass grabbing, drunkenness, drinking (everyone is of age), i dunno, JK basically after a place on my bias line?
a/n: thanks to @sasseone for her unwavering support and @xjoonchildx who regularly reads bits and pieces and gives them her approval. hope you enjoy. please let me know if you do? :D
I am so sorry to Mr. Rogers for using this as a title. I think he’d be ashamed of me.
You have been living here for almost a year when he moves in. And you wouldn’t have realized but the ceiling and floors are thin and you’ve never noticed before because the prior occupant had been an older lady who’d spent most of her time watching the soaps and commenting on the goings-on of the young people in your building.
You kinda miss Mildred.
He is not an old lady. Unless old ladies play guitar at all hours of the night. When you get home from either your night classes or the bar (bartending is paying your rent), all you want is to crash into a dreamless sleep. You do not want to hear someone attempting the guitar riff from ‘You Really Got Me’ (Van Halen version, obviously) or the acoustic strumming of ‘Falling Slowly’ even if it is pretty good in spite of being muffled by the slab of plaster between you.
You give him two nights. Two nights to figure out that there are OTHER PEOPLE in the building. But the third night, you whip yourself out of bed, throw on a hoodie and your fuzzy slippers. You take the stairs two at a time, muttering to yourself and practicing what you’re going to say. You stop at the door, something sounding very Creedence Clearwater Revival coming through and you knock brusquely. The guitar stops and you listen to the approaching footsteps, crossing your arms over your chest, ready to give him a serious ‘what for.’
The door opens and you mentally blank on what you were going to say.
He’s definitely taller than you though it’s hard to say for sure, because the moment he sees you, he leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest in almost a mockery of your position. He wears blue jeans, hung low like men like to wear them and is barefoot (it’s actually a little chilly, isn’t it?). You bring your eyes up to the fact that he is not wearing a shirt and apparently perfection exists outside of a magazine.
Tattoos all along his right arm, teasing onto his chest. His skin is the color of honey, appearing warm and inviting against the stark black lines of his tattoos. The ink should make him seem intimidating and cold, but his eyes are another thing entirely.
Chocolate. Chocolate brown eyes, big and innocent if not for the smirk he is gracing you with. His dark head of hair is tousled in a way that reminds you how unfair it is that men have to spend so little time on themselves to look attractive.
“Can I help you?” Oh, of course, the guitar playing, shirtless angel also has an accent.
Today, Amazon announced the imminent launch of its newest endeavor, Kindle Worlds, a publishing platform for fanfiction. When I read the announcement, I was horrified, then angry, then sad. I want to take a moment to explain why this is such a tragedy.
This is REALLY IMPORTANT guys. AO3 is so special as a platform. Don’t get suckered in by shiny features or whatever!
If you don’t feel like reading after the read more, here is the most important stand out of Kindle World’s TOS.
“By using the platform, authors give all rights to the work to Amazon, who can then license your elements to other authors with no compensation to the original poster.”
If you want to retain rights to your work, don’t use this site. Stick to AO3.
genre: grad school au(barely), fwb, f2l, fluff, smut
rating: M
word count: 3.5k
warnings: protected sex, language, handjob, a misplaced hand, jungkook in sweats with long hair (you’re welcome), lots of laughing, alcohol but everyone is of age, bridal shower frustration,
a/n: thank you to my lovely cheerleaders @sasseone and @xjoonchildx for waving those metaphorical pom poms.
You plop on the sofa, head bumping against the back of it. “I hate bridal showers.”
Jungkook shuts the door and tosses his keys on the table in the hallway before walking into the living area. “I’ve never heard of getting drunk at bridal showers before.”
You glare at him. “I’m not drunk. I’m mildly buzzed. Which is why I called you. However, if you would be so kind as to provide me with more alcohol, I’d love to be drunk.”
He grins at you. “Your wish is my command.”
“Why I love you, Jeon. Why I love you.”
—
A bottle of moscato and several beers later.
“I need to go change the sheets on my bed,” he says, attempting to get up off the sofa. He doesn’t get far. You poke him with your socked feet.
“Dude, no need to stand on ceremony. The couch is fine. BFFs, right?”
He glances at you, for more than a few seconds. You’re sure you look a mess, smeared eye makeup, hair frizzy from falling back on the sofa laughing as you both watch Princess Bride for the umpteeth time. You’ve changed into one of his massive t-shirts and pair of workout shorts, looking probably even more like the dysfunctional adult you are. He looks better, in grey sweatpants, sneakers, and stretched out black t-shirt. You’d probably interrupted him in the middle of editing his most recent project for grad school. He lives in those sweatpants.
“BFFs,” he replies quietly, eyes going back to the television.
{Warnings} swearing, kissing, fingering, cunnilingus, fellatio, 69 >:), unprotected sex, Jeongguk uses a kitchen knife to cut off her undies, its not knife play, there’s nothing like that, food play.
Third Wheeling | Min Yoongi is a strict man. Time is money to the CEO of Kisung Connected. He isn’t interested in conventional things or wastes of time. He’s an asshole. But, you didn’t realize until it was too late. Until you met him at the club and it changed your life forever.
➾ summary: the premise is simple, really. you’ve been wanting to have a baby ever since you and your husband got married three years ago. Dr Kim Namjoon is the top fertility specialist in town who boasts a 100% success rate. the thing is, your husband has given up on trying to have children, so you find yourself visiting Dr Kim Namjoon in secret, only to realise that his methods are slightly unorthodox.
➾ warnings: mentions of infidelity and cheating, use of medical equipment (speculum), unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), impregnation, creampies, unprofessional behaviour from a medical professional, dirty talk involving humiliation
➾ a/n: a long time ago i said i was doing a fic for every member with this breeding kink and i didn’t know what i was getting myself into… a long time later, here is namjoon’s part :”) huge thanks goes to @jimlingss for as usual hearing my ideas out and hyping me up to write. i’ve been struggling with trying to like my own writing again but having kina’s support really meant a lot. of course, having all of you patient enough to wait for me is a huge motivating factor as well. without further ado, enjoy :)
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