Genre/Au’s: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU
Paring: RM x Reader
Words count:4.453
Rating:18+
Warnings: Cursing; Mentions of sex; Weight mentions;
Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn’t even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate’s plans?
Author note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.
Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: weapons - daggers & laser gauntlets, swearing, mentions of blood, fighting (superhero workout-style), masturbation (m), allusion to shower sex
Word Count: 2.7k
Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?
A/N: The challenge has been accepted, now it’s time to establish the rules! And introduce a few other key players. Also, uh, gird yourselves, here comes the angst. Just a little!
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open!
Hobi stalks angrily through his lair. Struts, actually. Not intentionally. It’s just how he walks, like the world’s his runway. Helps that he’s usually dressed to kill, both literally and figuratively.
At the moment, he’s striding towards his weapons room wearing a stunning embroidered Louis Vuitton suit that has all of his henchmen doing double takes, and not just because of the splattered blood staining the luxe threads.
The life of a henchman is hard, as one constantly risks bodily injury time and time again for one’s leader, but working for someone who looks like that helps to soften the blows a bit.
Hobi glares into the retinal scanner outside the weapons depot and the doors slide open as it recognizes his chestnut orbs. It also recognizes his glare.
“Rough day, daddy?” a robotic voice purrs overhead.
Genre/Au’s: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU
Paring: RM x Reader
Words count:7.635
Rating:18+
Warnings: Cursing; Make-out; Mentions of Sex; Pet eating a pen (Please be careful with what you leave around your pets)
Tigering: Weight Insecurities; Food Calories Count; Mentions of weight;
Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn’t even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate’s plans?
Author note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content. As always thanks to amazing @hannahbee12719 for the banner.
AUs: Student!AU (this specifically talks about a dental student, but can be applied to pretty much anything)
Word count:711
Tags/trigger warnings: talks about dental instruments (which can be sharp), just some self-doubt and negative thoughts that go away in the end
Ratings: PG
Summary: You were meant to work magic with your hands. All it takes is a little push.
A/N: I was going through it™, thinking about everything I’d have to leave behind once I graduate. This one goes out to the kind soul, who became one of my closest friends, that helped a scared little freshman on her very first day of lab take a deep breath and believe in herself.
Heart racing, you swallow, breathing in and out, insides fluttering with the bright spark of curiosity that lights up inside of you the moment you sit down at your desk for the very first time. Jaw agape, you itch to reach out and touch the collection of tools that now lay at your fingertips, and think that this might be the closest thing you’ve ever felt to magic. The sharp blades, the blunt ends, the circles and squares, bevels and bends. All of them are capable of producing results you’d never even dreamed were possible before, but only in the hands of an artist. Laying them out neatly on the sheet of paper before you, all one-by-one in a row, you whisper out a silent prayer, hoping that you’ll rise up to the challenge, like the heroes you read about in your favorite books growing up.
Author:vyduan Pairing: Kim Namjoon | Reader, Kim Taehyung | Reader Genre: angst, idolverse, exes, friends to lovers, slow burn, canon compliant, smut Word Count: 8.5k Rating: Explicit, 18+ Warnings:misogynistic language, racialized language, swearing, legal consumption of alcohol and cannabis, mentions of guns
Notes: Special thanks as always to @bangtanbeforebitches for her vibe checks and encouragement. Thanks also to my CH friends supertasterandlawyerjin for being sensitivity readers and my possums for helping me out with all my cannabis and drug related questions!
Summary: “Get up, mèi,” said Alton as he threw your weighted blanket back. “We’re moving to the beach house.”
You sat up, bleary-eyed and annoyed. “You have a beach house?”
“I do now,” he replied. “There’s no furniture yet, but whatever. We don’t really need it.”
“Why wouldn’t we need furniture? I like furniture.”
“Has Y/N signed with another label? I miss her.” - Twitter user, June 2022
“Glad to see that HYBE finally came to their senses and dropped that wh0r3. B1tch was sniffing around BTS a little too much.” - Twitter user, June 2022
“It’s been over a year since we’ve had new Y/N content. The music scene just isn’t the same without her.” - Twitter user, June 2022
“I hope Y/N is okay wherever she is, whatever she’s doing.” - Twitter user, June 2022
June 2022
“Get up, mèi,” said Alton as he threw your weighted blanket back. “We’re moving to the beach house.”
You sat up, bleary-eyed and annoyed. “You have a beach house?”
“I do now,” he replied. “There’s no furniture yet, but whatever. We don’t really need it.”
“Why wouldn’t we need furniture? I like furniture.”
It was too early for this sort of nonsense. You were still hungover from sobbing your fucking brains out when Ha-joon left for Korea yesterday and unless Ha-joon was at the beach house, you didn’t have any fucks to give.
genre: drabble series, slow burn, idiots to lovers, fluff, lil bit of angst, eventual smut
summary: This random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. You’re just not sure how yet.
rating: 18+ for eventual smut
word count: less than 500
warnings: Swearing! Roomie is scary when she’s angry and it’s kind of hot! Primal reactions to anger :D.
notes: Happy Monday! Ah, I love this chapter. I love roomie. I love all of our sweet little nugs so much. I hope all yall had a good weekend! After writing and posting Sodium Vapor this last weekend I’m a bit wiped out emotionally; I’ve never had a writing experience like that. It’s nice to be able to lean on this series as a pick-me-up! It just gets the week off to a nice start. Happy reading!
Jungkook isn’t quite sure how Namjoon always seems to pick girls with scary tempers, but he does. Luckily, Jungkook’s had a lot of practice placating people with scary tempers; after all, Namjoon has one himself. Without a second thought, he’s got the broken glass cleaned up and safely disposed of, the spilled wine wiped up, and he’s pouring a new glass for Roomie. As he’s handing it to her, her expression clears up and she looks at him as if it’s the first time she’s seen him.
