All of these are on ao3, they’re all shipping fics. I’ll add more as I read, these are just the ones I’ve read so far. My opinion is in italics, I only added the pairing, summary and theme of the fics, not the warnings and ratings so check those out when you’re gonna read them because some of them contain either smut, death or violence. You’ve been warned.
Most people only have one miniature angel or devil riding on their
shoulders to serve as the physical manifestation of their conscience.
Poor Namjoon has five, and they’re all telling him the same thing:
“fucking talk to him god dammit what the fuck is wrong with you”
Seokjin loved working at the library, but some patrons got on his
nerves. Take, for example, the grown man who sat in the corner every day
and leeched off of the Wi-Fi. And Seokjin worked in the children’s
Ah, this is… something else, for sure. Cute as hell. Funny, too.
Summary: “Together with their families, Kim Namjoon and Kim
Seokjin… Wow, this is formal… Wait,” Hoseok squints at the paper, before
looking back at Yoongi with a quizzical look on his face. “They invited
you with a guest? But… You’re single, right?”
“Min Yoongi,” Jimin
glares at him over the bar, crossing his arms sternly over his chest.
“If you’re seeing someone and you didn’t tell us I will kick your ass,
so help me god.”
“I’m not dating anyone,” Yoongi sighs, grabbing
the invitation and scanning it quickly. The words “with a guest” are
underlined and Yoongi can almost see it: the smugness on his brother’s
face as he nods with satisfaction, putting the pencil down.
“So what does it mean?”
Yoongi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding making eye contact.
“I might’ve… invented a boyfriend,” he finally mumbles to the glass in front of him.
This is so good, amazing, incredible. Brilliant. Entertaining as hell.
Summary: A collection of events occurring within (and without) the walls of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity house. At Beta Tau Sigma, there are only a few rules:
1) have a declared major in the College of Music; 2) keep your GPA above a 3.4; 3) don’t let Taehyung into the liquor cabinet; 4) don’t fuck up with Kim Seokjin. The rest is all fine print.
(Rating changed to M for sexual content in ch17.)
OKAY, THIS FIC IS THE END OF EVERYTHING FOR ME. My Favorite Fic Of All Time. Nothing is ever gonna top this for me, even House of Cards. This fic has it all, humor, angst, fluff, smut. Everything. Incredible fic. Golden fic.
Summary: they say that one should fall in love with their eyes
open, but Jungkook keeps his closed, and Taehyung is afraid that they’ll
fall in all the wrong places.
the concept of strings in space
time theory is that on a one dimensional plane, one only has the option
of going backwards or forwards in their direction of travel. Jungkook
chooses to be swept along into the unknown, with Taehyung as his only
Summary: Taehyung nearly chokes, but only nearly. Instead he raises an eyebrow
and puts on the most suave smile he can manage. Hopes he looks far more
collected than his for-some-reason racing heartbeat would let on, more
suit-and-wine than elementary-schooler-with-a-new-crush. “You like me?”
Jeongguk blushes, and looks at his feet. He’s smiling. “Of course.”
Summary: “Talk dirty to me,” Taehyung says lowly into Jimin’s
ear, breath ghosting Jimin’s earlobe, eliciting a slight shudder from
“I’m not wearing underwear,” Jimin whispers back, pulling back to look Taehyung in the eye.
groans gruffly at this, breaking the eye contact to lean down and nip
Jimin’s jawline gently. “God yes baby that’s just-“
wearing any underwear because you never fucking put the laundry in the
fucking dryer like I’ve asked you to 100 times,” Jimin hisses, voice
strained with vehemence, glaring at him and Taehyung sighs defeatedly.
(in which Taehyung and Jimin navigate through married life together, realising belatedly that it’s not always smooth sailing.)
Talking about it, of course, became harder as the days passed by. Yoongi
could never find the right time to bring it up. He was still wondering
if he was just imaging things. If he was just thinking he was feeling
the things he was feeling. But that was quickly disproved every single
time Jimin curled up around him and Jungkook kissed him. He was a
fucking idiot in love with two bigger idiots and there wasn’t a damn
thing he could do about it. Except probably ruin it by talking about it.
Hell, maybe it was better to just never mention it and pretend it
When Kim Taehyung’s academic situation takes a turn for the worse, his
mother is convinced to hire a highly recommended tutor in the hopes for a
miracle that would turn her son into a conscientious student. Her
eldest son, Seokjin, has a far more skeptical opinion on this entire
thing, expecting it to be-lest he sugarcoat it-a complete failure. And
Kim Namjoon is just really bad at making good first impressions (or
second ones, or just impressions altogether).
At three o'clock in the morning after he’d been working for ten hours
straight and everything he touched came out wrong and all his words were
stilted and clumsy and all his music was rough and tangled… for some
ungodly reason Kim Namjoon opened up a new browser window, typed bangtan sonyeondan fan fiction into the search bar, and then (god) hit enter.
LISTEN. This fic is so good it’s almost Beta Tau Sigma and that’s saying a lot because I love that fic. Anyways, the story in this one is great and it has its funny moments as well as fluffy and frustrating ones. Great fic.
Summary: Park Jimin has never been on a date. Nor has he had his
first kiss, flirted with anyone, or fallen in love. His classmates
would ridicule him and base nicknames over his distaste toward anything
romantic. (Look, here comes Saint Jiminie!) Even his younger brother
would make fun of him while his parents watched with pitying looks on
or: soulmate au where your soulmate’s date of death is tattooed on your wrist.
This made me cry. At school. No joke my friends were worried. Great fic, read if you want to cry.
Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he
doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a
probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart,
because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a
babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the
opening of his friend’s new club.
I read this instead of studying. Really good and interesting, I like the characters.
Summary: Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table,
plucking the card off the little holder. “Dearest Taehyung, just wanted
you to know that I’m thinking about you. I hope you’re thinking about me
too. Love–” he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and
pursing his lips. “Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang
professing his love for me?”
Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.
Taehyung’s been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi’s criminal life for a
long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling
him deeper into the mix.
Cute and a good read, the concept is awesome and I like the way it’s written.
Summary: Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most
notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to
infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.
“You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated.”
Trailer. This fic. I have no words. It’s beautifully written and the plot is amazing, really interesting and just plain good. The fic to end all Mafia!AUs. Nothing is ever gonna top this for me. It’s also a long read.
Summary: Because Yoongi doesn’t know how this started, or how
this will end, but he knows this simple fact: he knows that there is a
love between them that is much fiercer than the burning sun. There is
that love then, and there is that love now, and surely there will be
that same love the next time.
(Or: the one where they’re
reincarnated over and over again and Yoongi meets a different version of
Hoseok every time but Yoongi is the only one that remembers.)
Ok, this fic made me cry really hard and I’m still affected by it. It’s beautiful and sad and you should totally read it.
hey guys!! i figured i would make a post about the little phrases i picked up while studying in france.
en fait- in fact; used in pretty much every sentence who knows why
ça marche- that works
c'est bon- it’s good
bahhhh oui- well yes
bien sûr- of course
c'est comme ça- it’s like that; said after any inconvenience
je prends- i take/am taking; instead of saying “je voudrais” at cafés or restaurants
euh/et oui/alors/donc: basically the french version of “um”
quand même- really; might be used more than en fait if that’s possible
c'est pas grave- it’s not serious
c'est pas grave quand même- the french say this about everything
chai pas- i don’t know; the shortened version of “je ne sais pas”
bonne chance/bon courage- good luck
la vache/vachement- this is an interesting one cause it has a lot of different meanings. “la vache” by itself can just be an exclamation whereas in reference to someone can be an insult. “vachement” is a way to show excitement
that’s all i got! if there’s something wrong let me know. and if you wanna ask me about studying abroad or france n'hésitez pas!