Favorite Trope: Sunshine X Grumpy With A Twist. Sunshine Is 100x More Powerful Than Grump And Will Kill

Favorite trope: sunshine x grumpy with a twist. Sunshine is 100x more powerful than grump and will kill any and everyone who even thinks of laying a hand on their grump.

“Touch them and die.”

But out of the sunshine’s mouth…and they actually mean it!

JACOB SCIPIO as ARMANDO ARETAS in BAD BOYS FOR LIFE (2020)

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Jacob Scipio BAD BOYS: RIDE OR DIE (2024)

jeon jungkook fanfics that deserve to be turned into kdramas and selling books.

(a recommendation you badly need) ⭑.ᐟ

Sauvage ౨ৎ by @tljunglebook

— grumpy x sunshine, cold and detached jungkook (who turns into a whipped puppy later on) work romance, slow burn.

(starting off strong! this book’s got the most delicious slow burn to ever exist! screaming at how sexy, dirty minded, down bad & protective for oc jungkook’s in this fic ugh the wattpad girlies already know that they’re my adopted parents)

10 Seconds ᥫ᭡ by @deepdarkdelights

— yandere jungkook, abduction, stalking, stockholm syndrome.

(this series is my first love, i would do anything to read this for the first time again!)

Penpal 𓍯𓂃 by @laughing-with-god

— yandere prisoner jungkook, stalking, breaking in.

(gotta contact some directors and producers to turn this into a drama! it would slay so hard with its refreshing plot line! and tbh no words are enough to describe her writing abilities, she’s a pro✨)

Risqué ✧˖° by @mercurygguk

— age gap, forbidden romance, smut, angst.

(the time stamps and drabbles are the essence of this fic, the smut is so well written! ALSO THE SEGSUAL TENSION AND OVERALL YEARNING MA’AM!? can someone already turn this into a mini netflix series please!?)

About Time ִ࣪𖤐 by @yoonia

— time travel au, major angst, second chances, smut, fluff.

(if i had the chance to devour a book, i’d eat this one (obviously) it’s one of the best books of my life, i would die to see a live version of this)

I Want You To Stay ʚɞ ⁺˖ by @ahundredtimesover

— ceo jungkook, strangers to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut.

(no slow burn ever slow burned the way this story slow burned! lemme warn ya’ll this fic will keep getting better as you read it!)

Bride Of Devil ♰ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ by @jasminefanfics

— dark romance, gangster au, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, age gap, kinda yandere husband jungkook.

(my youtube fanfic girlies assemble! this is the best mafia jungkook fic i can recommend for ya’ll! the bgm is so addictive and perfect)

An Abundance Of Luck And A Sprinkle Of Fate 𐙚 by @borathae

— strangers to lovers, romance, found family, smut, angst, healing.

(I remember being unhealthily obsessed with this lord, aaol!kook & oc will forever be my babies TT this book tugs at your heart in a way that’s inexplainable)

ps — have a good read girlies <3

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mike and marcus running to their friend reader after they’re wanted and her meeting armando for the first time, but to his surprise she can speak spanish after he tried to insult her by saying she might not be trust worthy in spanish 😚🙏🏾

a/n: Ha! I love this prompt so much, so here we go!! Also, I posted these pictures simply because I’m thirsty. You’re welcome.

A thunderous rapp against your door rung out through your apartment.

Immediately you shot up from your seat, grabbing the gun holstered underneath your coffee table.

You crept towards the door, your gun hiding at your hip as you looked through your peep hole.

To your surprise, it was Mike and Marcus.

You sighed, pushing your forehead against the door.

It had been a long few days since they’d been announced fugitives, the whole of Florida and the government hunting them down.

You slip your gun into the back of your pants and unlock your apartment door.

Quickly, Mike and Marcus pile in, smothering you with hugs.

“God, it’s so good to see you, girl.” Marcus says. “Now, where’s the snacks?”

You frown up your face, taking in their foul scents. “Enough about the snacks,’ you plug your nose, distorting your voice. “You need a shower first.”

“Exactly,’ Mike combed through your cabinet and pulled out a glass.

You fold your arms over your chest. “That goes for you too, Mr. Lowery.”

“Thanks,” Mike smiled, taking a swig of water. “We will, but there is just one more thing…” he trailed off, but before he could get a word out, your door flung open.

You whip out your gun, pointing it at whoever just walked through, for all you know, they could be dangerous.

“Whoa,’ Mike pushes off the counter, coming between you and the intruder. “This is my son, Armando.”

You lower your gun, his face suddenly registering in your brain. You remembered seeing him on the screen as wanted along side Mike and Marcus.

“I thought I told you to wait outside,’ Mike whispers.

“I didn’t want to leave you inside with her,’ Armando glares at you, taking in your slender frame and steel demeanor. “Ella podría ser peligrosa y una traidora.”

Mike nods. “She’s not, trust me.”

“Yeah,’ you chime in, brushing past Armando and shutting your door. You observe the new dent in your wall, thanks to his forceful opening of the door, and roll your eyes thinking about the security deposit you wouldn’t be getting back. “I’m not a traitor.”

“But I am dangerous,’ you glare at him and point to your damaged wall. “Entonces vas a pagar por eso?”

Armando’s eyes widen, then narrow as he glares at you. “¿tú hablas español?”

You nod, taking in his wretched scent as well. “Sí. ¿Crees que sólo porque soy negro no puedo hablar español?

Armando’s eyes fill with worry as he shakes his head. “no, yo solo—,”

You playful punch his firm bicep. “I’m kidding, but let’s finish the conversation on how I became fluent in Spanish later. For now, everyone, shower…please.” You gag.

Translations:

Ella podría ser peligrosa y una traidora. | “she could be dangerous and a traitor.”

Entonces vas a pagar por eso? | “so, are you going to pay for that?”

¿tú hablas español? | you can speak Spanish?

Sí. ¿Crees que sólo porque soy negro no puedo hablar español? | yes. You think because I’m black I can’t speak Spanish?

No, yo solo | no, i just—