OKAY, School Has Sucked Lately, BUT I READ THIS AND My Heart. One Of My Fav Couples And UGH. They Were

OKAY, school has sucked lately, BUT I READ THIS AND 😩😩😩💜💜💜 my heart. one of my fav couples and UGH. they were so cute, yn was a bit of a bum sometimes but like it's fine, it's cool.

but this was so wholesome, and realistic and wow 😩🥺💜

love formula | jjk sm au

banner by: @dee-ehn​

🖇 synopsis:

// ‘there is a chemical formula for love. dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin. it can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. let that sink in.’ ]]

— you’re barreling into his life when he least expects it, stealing all his attention until the nights spent studying are replaced with rolling around the sheets. he’s hopelessly romantic and you’re in it for the fun, but no one told you it would ruin your life.

pairing: shyboy!jungkook x fuckgirl!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: vmin… sope(?)

genre: smut!! college au, friends with benefits, f2l. angst…

warnings: yn is very cynical when it comes to love and jungkook is the exact opposite… so be prepared for the hurt feelings…

status: complete!!

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

playlist

prologue: cinematic greatness

character profiles: jeongguk and his buds

character profiles: yn and her wh0res

part one: complete stranger

part two: claiming handys

part three: sexual innuendos

part four: debit or credit

part five: biggest crush

part six: exactly as planned

part seven: great boyfriend

bonus: mirror selfie

part eight: skipping out

part nine: rule book

part ten: comfort zone (mini timejump)

part eleven: hooking up

part twelve: couple thing

part thirteen: half-ass theory

part fourteen: having fun (pt.1)

part fifteen: having fun (pt. 2)

part sixteen: having fun (the final part)

Q&A

part seventeen: teen angst

part eighteen: been weird

part nineteen: pull back

part twenty: emotionally constipated

part twenty-one: less guarded

part twenty-two: kinda girlfriend

part twenty-three: unnecessary drama

part twenty-four: only girl

part twenty-five: starting last

part twenty-six: relationship expert

part twenty-seven: soul searching

part twenty-eight: making changes (time jump)

part twenty-nine: booty calls

part thirty: the luckiest

bonus: valentine’s day

epilogue: seven years

epilogue: my boyfriend

end

baby tumbles - pjm

pairings: husband!jimin x wife!reader

synopsis: where yours and Jimin’s daughter falls off the bed.

genre: absolute fluff; established relationship

warning(s): light cussing

word count: 0.6k

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“Nari, stop jumping on mommy’s bed, please.” You sigh, folding her laundry and placing it in her drawers. You could hear Jimin encouraging your growing girl to ignore your pleas and continues to allow her to bounce on the bed.

The giggling child continues to jump on yours and Jimin’s bed, happily hopping from one end of your bed to the other. It hasn’t been long since she started enjoying the make-shift trampoline, almost always jumping on your shared bed every chance she got.

Nari hasn’t always been the type to play around like this. If it hadn’t been for your husband coaxing her to start bouncing on your bed a few weeks ago, you wouldn’t constantly be worrying that she’d fall.

“C’mon Nari, look jump, jump, jump!”

Just by the sounds of Jimin’s voice, you had a feeling he was capturing the moment on his phone, recording your daughter’s giggles and her bouncing figure as she continues to play.

“Jimin,” You called sternly, still folding your daughter’s laundry and eyeing your husband.

“She’s fine, jagiya.” He calls over his shoulder.

“Jimin she might fall between the beds!”

The layout of your sleeping arrangements was the biggest concern for you. You wouldn’t have minded if there wasn’t a chance that Nari could hurt herself, even though she’s a great walker, that didn’t mean that she was good at catching herself when she gets off balance… And jumping up and down isn’t exactly the most stable activity. There was a small space between your bed and hers; because you didn’t want to press her crib right up against the hard bottom half of your bed, you opted to the small space between, that way, if she wanted to crawl out of her crib in the mornings to lay with you and your husband, she could.

Probably not the safest sleeping arrangement, but you and Jimin loved snuggles with your little girl… How can you not have her bed close to you two?

As you sighed again, turning around to place the last piece of clothing into Nari’s drawers, you heard a loud thump and shortly after Nari’s whimpered cries filled the room.

“Oh fuck.”

“PARK JIMIN!” You shrieked, whirling around to see Jimin pulling up a tear-stained Nari from—you guessed it—between the beds, just like you warned him about.

“Are you okay, sweetheart, where’s ouch?” Jimin coos soothing the whimpering baby in his arms.

“Yeah, he-hewe,” Nari pats the side of her head and cuddling into her father’s chest. Jimin pouts rubbing her temple and placing a soft kiss against it.

“Did I not tell you two to stop?” You crossed your arms staring at your sheepishly looking husband.

“She was having so much fun!” He whines, still stroking Nari’s head, her sobs quieting down into sniffles. You sighed sitting down next to your little family, gently taking Nari into your arms and rocking back and forth, rubbing her back gently.

“All good?” You pulled away, wiping the tears off your toddler’s cheeks as she nods gently, “Are we going to listen to mommy now?”

Nari peers at her dad from beside you who was smirking and shaking his head at her, causing her to replicate his actions, also shaking her head side to side with a cheeky smile that looked exactly like Jimin’s. You glared at Jimin who shrugs at you with a smile.

“Nari, baby, what about we play ickles instead?” Jimin says wiggling his eyebrows at the little girl in your lap.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What’s ickles?” And before you could question further, you were tackled in kisses by your daughter and husband, calling you three to fall back onto your bed; the events of earlier long forgotten.

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OKAY I HELLA BINGED. and I'm??????? I love this???????? but I'm not surprised I literally love your smaus 😩

high-key Joon can play my heart all he wants lmao. he's super annoying but like, I can look past it cuz it's Namjoon 🥴🥴 we love the toxicity.

smokescreen | knj sm au

banner by: @dee-ehn

🖇 synopsis:

— don’t judge a book by its cover. unless the book is a six foot tall, dimpled muscle pig who has no problem bragging about the notches on his belt… not to mention his new unhinged determination to add you to the list.

pairing: rapper!namjoon x photographer!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: yoonmin!! 2seok.

genre: smut!! idol au, enemies to lovers, boss/employee. angst… maybe

warnings: namjoon is a raging asshole and 100% fictional! i’m sure the real kim namjoon is a sweetheart - just not this one.

updates: everyday! (sometimes twice)

status: ongoing!!

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

prologue: sunday morning scandal

character profiles: cypher v

character profiles: yoonmin stans ft. san

part one: caught in 4k

part two: slapping multimillionaires

bonus: under me

part three: work related

part four: unbelievably down

part five: snotty nose boy

part six: fucking obvious

part seven: alternate universe

part eight: strict asswipe

y'all I'm stressing out; if I get sick in Vegas I can't come home for 2 weeks (that's my country's rules as of rn) and if that happens I would miss my exams :// so, I'm a little stressed out atm..

tysm 😭 I'm so glad you enjoyed them 😭💗

first steps - pjm

pairings: husband!jimin x wife!reader

synopsis: where yours and Jimin's daughter takes her first steps.

genre: absolute fluff; established relationship

warning(s): none

word count: 1.3k

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note(s): helloooo, clearly, I've had a thing for daddy bts lately, so here's a cute lil drabble of our own lil mochi, with his own lil mochi ((: I have been working on many projects (mostly drabbles(AND one-shots) and one series) so hopefully this will hold ya guys until I decide to post my other ones! hope you enjoy some of this fluff (:

“Come on sweetheart, just eat your prune and custard.” Jimin sighs as he attempts to spoon feed your daughter.

The little girl pouts as she eyes her father. Her hair had grown a tremendous amount, only 8 months old, and she has a head full of it. Her little head bore tiny clips in it—Jimin’s doing—to keep it out of her face while he tries to feed her the disgusting smelling baby food.

Being a parent is never easy, that, you two knew. However, your little bundle of joy had been doing so well. Like most babies, she kept you up most nights, and only recently had she been able to sleep through the night without whimpering in her crib to be held. The sleepless nights weren’t all that bad; she never really cried loudly, but more so, she just whines in her crib just wanting to be close to you and your husband. All around, Nari was an easy baby to handle… At least up until she started eating ‘solid’ foods.

Nari is a picky eater. Extremely picky, to the point that even after two months—and many, many bottles of half eaten baby food later—you and Jimin were still figuring out what she really likes and what she doesn’t. You may think that this is easy, but it’s not. Her preferences seemed to change every day. She’ll enjoy the taste of the ‘Thanksgiving Dinner’ flavor and finish it all one day, while the next day she will spit it out on her feeding table with a pout and teary eyes. However, Nari did enjoy all kinds of fruits—if mixed with custard. It was a little concoction that you had made on a whim when you had the strawberry and banana baby food but found it too sour. So, you put a bit of custard in it, and she loved it—still loves it. But you couldn’t exactly just feed her the fruity delight for every meal; she needs to eat her vegetables and meats too.

“No, no, no,” Jimin panics once he sees his little angel sniffling as she begins to cry silently, he quickly picks her up, bouncing her in his arms; Jimin’s eyes drops to his daughter who was now free of tears with a smile that was identical to Jimin’s; Jimin tsked and groaned, “You’ve got daddy in the palm of your hands, you know that?” He accused the little girl who continues to giggle in her father’s arms, “just like your mommy.” He concluded before making his way into the kitchen to grab another bottle of baby food. This time Jimin is determined to feed Nari ‘Oatmeal and blueberries’ sneaking in some of the prune puree that she didn’t eat earlier. Popping it in the microwave for ten seconds, he continues to sway with your baby as she watched the microwave in curiosity.

Once the food was done, Jimin takes Nari back to her feeding table and strapping her in. Sitting down in front of her, your husband sighs, blowing on the mushed-up food, and bringing it to Nari’s waiting lips. Jimin held in a breath when he pushed the food past the little girl’s lips—praying that she’d enjoy it. Nari begins to furrow her eyebrows, trying to figure out the taste; when she swallows, she looks at Jimin with her wide eyes and opens her mouth again while clapping her hands together.

“Oh, thank God!” Jimin exclaims, while spoon feeding her more of the baby food. Smiling to himself, while Nari happily eats the food that her father had prepared, “Good girl, Nari! You’re such a good eater, hm?” Jimin coos.

“Good morning!” You chirped, walking into your dining room. Jimin meets your eyes with his signature smile as you made your way towards your little family. Once you reached Jimin, he puts down Nari’s food and snakes his arms around your legs and pulls you into him.

“Morning, jagi.” He says, leaning up awaiting a kiss from you. You happily oblige, bending down to meet your husband’s plump lips.

As you two finished the sweet kiss, you hear Nari cooing in the background. Averting your attention to the little girl in her highchair, you notice that she’s all smiles with her baby food spilt on her table, while she’s picking it up and shoving it into her mouth.

“Nari!” Jimin groans, reluctantly pulling away from you to pick up his messy daughter and running her to the kitchen sink. Giggling to yourself, you unhinge the feeding table from the chair and followed the two into the kitchen.

“Baby, you’re a mess!” Jimin says while cleaning her face, “Mommy just woke up and you wanna cause her all this trouble already?” Nari thrashes in his arms giggling and screaming as if it were a game, “Nari, come on baby, I’m just trying to clean you! Daddy’s not tickling you!”

You continued to watch Jimin struggle from the entryway, trying to contain your giggles.

There are many moments that filled your heart with joy whenever you see Jimin interacting with your daughter, but this one—where he’s bent over the sink gathering water in his hands, and Nari attached to his waist while she tries to wiggle away from him—is easily your favorite sight to see.

“You’re as ticklish as your mother.” Jimin groans as he attempts to calm down the squeamish baby. You finally walked forward to rest your hand on your husband’s back.

“I’ll take her,” You whispered taking your, now clean, baby into your arms. You and Jimin switch, him taking the table, and you taking your child. Pressing an abundant amount of kisses to her face, Nari continues to giggle, while pressing her own mouth against your cheek in a slobbery kiss. Cooing at her you snuggle her into you.

You made your way into the living room, sitting on the floor and plopping Nari beside you. Immediately Nari crawls over to the couch behind you and lifts herself up in a standing position. Happy with herself, Nari looks back at you with a smug grin.

“Look at you go, sweet pea!” You cheered, “Jimin! Look!”

Walking in with the table in his hands, Jimin looks at you on the floor of the living room. He clicks the table back onto the highchair and walks around the couch, only to be greeted with a smug looking baby who was standing.

“Did she do that?” He questions his eyes wide. Nodding, you wrapped your hands around Nari and pulled her to sit with you again.

“Okay Nari, show daddy!”

Nari crawled over to the couch and grasped the cushions. With a determined face, Nari grips the couch tightly between her little fingers, and heaved herself up to her standing position.

“Good job, baby!” Jimin applauded, clapping his hands, exciting Nari, she turns around and begins to take mini steps towards you two.

Eyes blown out wide, you and Jimin both have your arms out.

“Oh, baby!” You cooed, “Keep going! There you go!” Nari begins to stumble forward but holding herself up. Her eyebrow furrows, a determined look appearing on her face yet again.

“Look at you!” Jimin praises watching his child taking her first steps. Nari continues to walk slowly, tripping over her own feet sometimes, trying to make her way to her parents. Once Nari steadied herself, she continued making her way to you both. Breaking into a grin as she neared, she begins to speed up, and throws herself into your waiting arms.

Cuddling her close you pressed kisses all over her face, “You did it!!!”

Jimin, presses his lips against her head, mumbling little praises, while wrapping his arm around you.

“I love you.” You hear him whisper, “I love you both so much.”

Smiling warmly at Nari and then looking up at Jimin, you kissed his lips gently, “We love you more.”

damnit, Park.