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arachne-boy
How do you tell your best friend that the reason you can’t hang out with her is because you’re too busy trying to save New York?
Or, “Are you asking me if I piss out webs?”
pairing: spider-man!jungkook x best friend!reader
word count: 11k
genre: f2l, basically crack, marvel au, comedy(???)
warnings: lost of swearing, kicking ass, bad attempts at me being funny
A/N: references to Avengers: Civil War and A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO @gukvenchy WHO HELPED ME POWER THROUGH THIS
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You know, for someone so observant, you really had an awful habit of texting while walking.
As you made your way along the sidewalks of Queens, you kept your eyes fixated on the bright screen in your hand, the blue light hurting your eyes slightly as it contrasted against the fading afternoon light.
“Watch it!” An angry male voice huffs out as you accidentally run into him, your phone fumbling to the floor.
“Ah, shit. I’m sorry.” You blink, taking in the man that stood in front of you.
He looked disheveled and reeked of alcohol. You frowned. You should head back home, it was getting late; this part of town was slightly dodgy and you knew better than to dwell too long here at night.
Bending over, you grabbed your fallen phone that laid by the man’s feet.
Sighing, you brought it up to view, frowning at your now cracked screen.
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just friends || (M)
The transition from best friends to best friends with benefits is never easy, especially when there’s a daddy kink involved.
Or, “You love to run your mouth, don’t you, baby girl?”
pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader
genre: uh best friend AU but really just an excuse for angsty smut
word count: 9k
warnings: smut, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink sORRY, dom!jungkook, jungkook just being a little shit basically
A/N: YES OKAY THIS IS ONE OF MY FIRST FICS AND HAS NOT BEEN EDITED you have been warned!! this is based on the song Friends by Marshmello.
CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 (final)
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PART ONE
The opening and closing of the apartment door hardly registered in your mind, choosing instead to continue flipping through the latest issue of your Cosmo magazine. Sure, there was a slim chance that the person entering your home was an intruder with murderous intentions but given the hour you were more than certain the loud footsteps nearing your way belonged to your roommate arriving home from his trip to the gym.
“Ah, there she is! My favorite nun.” Jungkook’s voice rang out from behind you.
You huffed and said farewell to the article that was meant to tell you whether or not vajazzling was right for you as you shut the magazine entirely. You were sat upright on the couch, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles comfortably.
“Can I fucking help you, Kook?” You asked, turning your head to look at your impolite roommate.
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heavy sugar || (M)
↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES
The Roaring Twenties were a time of great economic wealth and social change. But beneath the jazz music and colorful speakeasies were mafia led organized crimes and blood stained cash. You knew this well, but try as you might, you just couldn’t ignore the dark and enigmatic gangster whose eyes lingered on you from across the room.
pairing: gangster!yoongi x flapper!reader
word count: 8k
genre: 1920s au, smut, mafia au
warnings: unprotected rough sex, face fucking, power play, choking, alcohol, guns and death
A/N: Part of my time period series. This takes place in 1920s Chicago! Thank you @introseesaw for letting me use her likeness!
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“Would ya lighten up, sourpuss? The boss said he’d be back in a jiffy.” The familiar voice of your friend, Doyeon, called to you.
You let out a sigh as she bumped her hip into yours, causing you to pull your eyes away from where your boss had disappeared to.
You pouted, “That was ten minutes ago.”
When you overheard your boss talking about some cops causing trouble out front, you couldn’t help but be on edge. With the 18th amendment now in place, establishments such as the very one you worked in had been pushed underground, trying to work around the ban of alcohol.
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I simply DEVOURED all 3 parts - thank you for such a SINFULLY lovely fic 💖 The dynamic and tension was built up so incredibly well on several different fronts that it got my own heart going
The pure innocence of y/n paired with the smolder of Namjoon makes for such a slow BURN and burn it really did. The maknae line tease played beautifully into showing the physical blooming of y/n and I love how you transformed child to woman. And Hoseok really sealed the deal for me, he was such a pleasant surprise, and the way he subtly drops teases plays up the oc so well!!
little one || (M)
It’s a routine outing– Namjoon is careful and leaves no tracks. It was a regular feeding for him. Except for one small irregularity. The four-year-old girl who watched him do it.
pairing: vampire!namjoon x reader
word count: 8k
genre: smut, some dark angst, somehow still kind of fluffy? and Namjoon kind of has a thing for being called master heh. Y/N is kind of like BTS’s blood bank/plaything. this chapter doesn’t smut but the next one does
WARNINGS: murder occurs right off the bat (lol punny). Child abuse is hinted at– BUT it’s only brought up in one line and is implied and not demonstrated. If that is still potentially triggering to you proceed with caution!
A/N: reader ages up throughout this story no worries y’all, this was also inspired by the anime Diabolik Lovers
CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03
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PART ONE
It wasn’t that Namjoon had a problem killing people. The feeling of someone’s life fading away as he drank from them felt as familiar as an old friend. It had been decades since he last felt any kind of remorse for his victims; he needed to feed and this godforsaken Earth was plagued with overpopulation anyway.
He heard the shaky last breath of the woman he held to his mouth, his fangs embedded deep enough that even if she were strong enough to pull away, she wouldn’t be able to. She was beautiful albeit thin from years of poor nutrition. Namjoon had seen the woman before, always out at night and in alleyways, offering her body to whoever would pay for it.
That was exactly how he found her tonight. Like the creature of the night that he was, he followed her home, the streets void of all other humans at this time of night. He called out to her right before she finished opening the door to her house. Namjoon had a way with words, eloquent and convincing, and well, who was the woman to turn down such a charming gentleman such as himself?
Namjoon removed his mouth from the dead woman’s neck, catching her as she fell limp in his arms. He lapped at the open wound he inflicted on her, cauterizing it.
That’s when he heard it. To the human ear, it was invisible, but Namjoon hadn’t been human in centuries.
Thump.
It was the pound of a heartbeat, slight and faint but undoubtedly there. Namjoon snapped his head up.
That’s when he saw you — head poking out from inside of the house as your small hand gripped around the edge of the half-opened door.
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I’M GUSHINGGGGGG @kinktae has made me her bitch since chapter one. Can I just say thank you so much for this lovely chapter? This fic is absolutely worth any and all waits. Anything that has me missing the boyfriend I never had, that has me sitting in the airport smiling like a doofus, is a gift at any and all times. Bitchin has me twitchin with all the feels, and the dynamic - the admiration and support these two have for each other - makes my heart melt into the warmest of cheese puddles. I really appreciate how much life you breathe into each character, and I feel like I could dive into this world and give our star trio all a tangible hug. I’m so happy you took time for yourself and I hope you continue to do so as the new year dawns 💜
bitchin’ || pt. 7 (M)
↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES
The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader
word count: 3.4k
genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l
warnings: sorry this chapter is so short :(
A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness!
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PART SEVEN
Your fingers wrapped around the metal handle, prying open the door of your dorm.
Unsurprisingly, you were met with a mop of dark hair and a full set of white teeth, Jungkook’s smile wide and blinding. You had figured the incessant knocking was his doing.
“Yes?”
Your tone was dry, clueing Jungkook in that despite the 24 hours that had passed since the day of your event, you were still, in fact pissed at him.
Moving a hand from behind his back, he presented you with a bouquet of yellow flowers, jutting them your way. Your eyes fell onto the flowers with indifference, clearly not impressed.
“These are for you.” He enthused.
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My fragile wittle heart can’t take this. I couldn’t have asked for a better ending. @kinktae is the Queen of dialogue and that entire conversation and GODDAMIT that slip of paper. I can’t believe how beautifully that conversation between the two played out, and I think it really goes to show just how deep their bonds go. And oh man the catharsis og these two just finally GETTING TOGETHER has set my heart afloat. I can die a happy girl.
I am in love with the way they love each other - of all the little things and with all the dazzling energies of their very beings. Love is beautiful man :’)
WHAT THANKS IS ENOUGH TO EXPRESS JUST HOW LOVELY OUR ROSE IS 💜🌹 I cant even begin to equate the lovely gift of heart and soul this fic has given me. The gift of happy and joyful and angry tears, of pure feeling. “The sweetest goodbyes are never with smiles at all.” Bitchin really has a life of her own and I can’t help but feel like I’ve said hello and goodbye to a dear friend.
Goodbye, Bitchin my dear friend. You can count on me coming to visit again and again 💜
bitchin’ || pt. 10 (FINAL)
The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader
word count: 5.1k
genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l
warnings: angst
A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness! Thank you all for sticking with this story and these characters <3
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PART TEN (FINAL)
Jungkook wasn’t looking for you when he finally found you that day on campus. He had just come from the student services building, leaving the meeting with his counselor feeling somewhat content. He had officially changed his major to digital communications and multimedia. He never would have done it if it weren’t for you making him feel like he could, of course.
It had a full week since break had ended ,and he felt like he was in hell, knowing you were somewhere nearby on campus, but not knowing whether or not you’d want to see him yet. If ever.
He had just finished buying his lunch and was heading to find a table to sit outside when he finally saw you.
You looked so fucking pretty, your hair braided prettily with your torso bundled up tight in your oversized jacket. You always hated the cold weather, he remembered.
You weren’t by yourself, though, Yara and Taehyung sat with you, laughing amongst themselves. The three of you together looked so normal that before he could stop himself; he found himself walking over to your table, his heart in his throat.
“Hey, guys.”
All conversation came to a halt, the three students turning to face the cautious frat boy, looking familiar yet different all the same.
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Tumblr!!!! Cut off my reply!!!!! They interrupted the river of my LOVE so I’m finishing what I started here.
I just wanted to add that while reading I love love loved the details you put into the supporting cast and to hear your thought process about building up their essences just transcended me to a whole new level of respect. And pleasEEEEEE BITCHIN!JK BEING SUCH A ROMANTIC AT HEART AHHH it reminds of softie irl jk and I love that you highlighted that trait hehe
And honestly however FRUSTRATING and HORTING their mutual non confessions were I!! Loved!! It!!! It just hit me with like wow. This is honestly real life, and I could truly see the tangled roots of budding love here and 🥺💖🌷🥰🥺😤😩🥺🥺🥺💜
And a picture’s worth a thousand so here’s 3!!! HOW I FELT READING YOUR WHOLE BEYOND BITCHIN BECAUSE AHHH I LOVE YOUR MINDDDDD. Rose really out here playing goddess and breathing LIFE into her stories, cast, and for us readers!!!! THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
beyond the story: bitchin’
Hi friends! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy during these tough times! I really wanted to put something out there as a thank you to just how much support Bitchin’ got. You guys really are incredible. So, although this story has come to an end, I wanted to properly close the Bitchin’ chapter by giving you all a behind the scenes look at Bitchin’ and everything that went into writing it. This includes hidden easter eggs, backstories, alternative plot-lines, and a short drabble of the Bitchin’ cast 10 years after the story’s end.
Without further ado, please enjoy and thank you again for all your love. You have all of mine.
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