a month into college and i have not made any friends yet

Steal my groceries? I'll steal your mama's homemade tamales.

Buckle in kids, this is a long one, but well worth the ride. (TL;DR at the end)

This happened nearly 15 years ago, when I was in college renting a house with two other people. In order to understand the gravity of this situation you must first understand the dynamic between my female roommate (whom I’ll call Becky) and myself (also female). We had one guy roommate (I’ll call him Bob), and the three of us all worked together at a restaurant and lived in the same house for 2 years.

So the three of us were pretty close during that time, we shared a friend group, worked together, and had roomed together a year prior. However, to say Becky and I were friends would be a generous assessment of the true nature of our relationship. You see, Becky and I come from very different backgrounds and also have diametrically opposite personalities. She was from a lower socioeconomic group, a racial minority, and street-savvy. I am the WASPiest wasp of all wasps who ever wasped, come from middle class whiteville and am terribly naive. (I’ve learned a lot about my naiveté since then but I can still be a little dim to the true nature of people and have been hurt many times because of this.)

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Billion Dollar Man

Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

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Moodboard by @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

When you originally pulled the invitation from your mailbox you thought it had been yet another wedding invitation from one of your college friends. The elaborate gold writing on the black envelope, wrapped in actual lace. It was easy to assume from its elegance that it would be something like that.

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Lava

Based off this video because I cannot stop laughing


It had started out as a simple enough dare, Dean and Cas would each get a total of 3 tries per person to try and “kill” the other by telling the other that “the floor is lava.” They would then have five seconds before they had to find a way to get off the ground and scream that the floor was lava to any unsuspecting passerby if there were anyway. There was no prize, not really. Dean just really wanted to beat Cas at something, and Cas didn’t mind if he got bragging rights.

Cas had been first, during a walk in the park between their two college classes on campus. “The floor is lava,” he’d casually said. Dean had not understood until he did, and at which point he only had 3 seconds left and nothing that he could use to get off the ground. Nothing, except, for a trashcan just up the trail. He’d made it with one second to spare.

“The floor is lava!” Dean screamed triumphantly, balancing precariously on the poor trashcan below him. He had managed to get into a crouch before the inevitable happened––when Dean went to get down back onto the ground and rejoin Cas he slipped and wound up wedging his butt straight into the trashcan. Castiel wouldn’t let him forget it for a week.

The next turn had been Dean’s, choosing to wait until Cas and he were on a grocery run to enact his plan.

“Hey, Cas,” he called the other’s attention while they were in the toilet paper aisle. 

“Hm?”

“The floor is lava.” 

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— ask and you shall receive | pt 4—final (m)

pairing— jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings— angst, romance, fluff, smut
words—9,405

:: summary— it’s been a couple of months since you and your sugar daddy changed your arrangement and while all has been well, practically floating on cloud 9, something is about to happen that will drop kick you back into reality…

  » pt 1 :: pt 2 :: pt 3 :: pt 4  ✓

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sweeter than sugar (m)

Originally posted by life-ruiners

Words: 19,371.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader.

Genre: Sugar daddy au + fluff, smut.

Summary: Jungkook comes to you with a proposition to give you money in return for your company and all you know is that being spoiled has never felt so sweet before.

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03. Watch Me, Watch You (pt. 1)

Jimin x Reader, College AU, TA!Jimin, Camboy!JImin

Genre: Smut, there’s literally no plot yet. 

So, I wasn’t supposed to upload this today. I wasn’t supposed to do anymore series either but @lostinbangtan convinced me to upload it as one part because it builds anticipation. So, here you go, a couple tags: @btssmutgalore, @missbaptan, @kinkchim, @tayegi, @seaseok, @dailydoseofdia@war-of-hormoan, & @mlkygguk <3333

I can’t believe I’ve finally resorted to this. You thought, scrolling through the endless videos on PornHub. It had been months since your last sexual experience and you had no one to blame but the enormous pile of pending essays, assignments and midterms. You scrunch your nose, thinking back to the last time you had sex. You and your best friend had crashed one of the frat parties on New Years but that night in general was a blur… You were completely wasted by the end of it. Of course, going to a bar to find some random stranger to fuck was always an option but you simply didn’t have the time. 

Tonight however, you really needed to destress because you had requested to meet your teaching assistant, Park Jimin, tomorrow who had basically failed you on an essay that asked for your opinion. How was that even possible? It was your opinion. You felt that might vomit all your sexual frustration and stress on to the teaching assistant who you had yet to meet. Yes, university was very different from High School, you didn’t even get to see the person who graded your paper until they had done it. All you were given was a name and a dropbox location to hand in your essay.

So now, here you were sitting in front of your laptop on your bed, in just a really large baggy shirt with absolutely nothing underneath trying to reach an orgasm while watching porn but you were too dry to even try.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you stared at the stills of various video and humorous titles that accompanied them. None of them caught your eye or even sparked a bit of interest. Most of them were just… dicks. Unflattering, dicks that obviously had gone through some serious enlargements. Just as you were about to give up and fall asleep from your exhausting day, you stumbled across a video-still of a boy. The still did not looked like it belonged on Pornhub but on the cover of a magazine.

As you could only see the upper half of the boy’s body, you could only tell that he was shirtless. He leaned against the headboard of his bed, his head tilted back so that his slender throat was exposed almost invitingly. You desired to accept the invitation and nibble marks all over his flawless skin. His plump lips were parted, and a shade of deep pink, hinting that he had been biting them. His complexion glistened as it was covered with precipitation making you salivate. One of his hands was tangled within his hair while the second disappeared underneath the cut. The absence of anyone else in the still hinted that the boy had been masturbating and when your eyes reached his chest your suspicion was confirmed. You unconsciously squeezed your thighs, a soft groan escaping your lips as your eyes examined the streaks of white across his chest. You licked your lips and quickly clicked on the video before you accident lose it in the vast library of porn.

You wipe you sweaty hands as you impatiently waited for the page to load. You begin to feel your arousal between your legs in anticipation and almost scream at the joy when it finally loaded. The video started with the boy reaching over and adjusting his camera. His lips were curved into a small smile as he settled back against the headboard of his bed. The way he set up the camera made it seem as if you were sitting in between his legs, watching him. He pressed his index finger against his lips, as if he was telling you to be quiet and took off his loose black t-shirt, revealing his toned chest. Your eyes raked the delicious ripple of of his muscles as he moved.

You squeezed your thighs as he smirked at the camera - well, at you, he hasn’t even started yet and here you were already dripping for him. He bit his plush lips and glanced down. You followed his eyes and settled them on the hardened bulge hidden underneath his boxers. He slowly rubbed himself over the flimsy material, his breath catching in his throat. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back. You were curious as to what exactly he was imagining because it got him fully erect unbelievably fast. His hand grasped himself over the boxers, the material giving him the friction he needed. He let out a soft groan, his eyes staring at the camera pleadingly. You felt yourself blush at the intensity of his gaze and flicker your eyes to watch his hands. Entranced by the movements, you pondered upon what it would feel like to have those hands pleasuring you instead. 

You licked your lips as he reached inside his boxers and began to stroke himself under the curtain of the material. You felt yourself squeeze your thighs yet again as your arousal leaked from your lips. Suddenly, he lifted his hips off the bed and took off his boxers in one quick movement. His cheeks lightly tinted pink as his hardening cock was now exposed to the camera. You felt your mouth water at the slight of his length, you hadn’t expected him to be so large and thick, your opening was now begging to be filed with him completely. You eyes wavered between his face, chest and dick, your hands craving to touch any part of him but you couldn’t. It was torturous but it was also arousing. You slowly ran your finger tips across your inner thigh, slowly making your way to throbbing centre.

The boy licked his lips and settled his gaze on his own dick, clearly too embarrassed to look at the camera. His embarrassment was unbelievably sexy and his flushed appearance was making you weak. The boy bit his lips and slowly started stroking himself. He parted his lips and ran is hand over the length with only his fingers. You could tell he was very sensitive to any kind of touch, even his own, by the way his breathing escalated and his eyes closed involuntarily. It was apparent that he was denying himself the pleasure of the rough friction he needed for you. His purpose at present was not only to turn himself on, but also to turn you on.

You traced your finger along your opening and prodded at your clit. You spreading your lips as you watched his cock glisten with pre-cum and massaged your sensitive peak with your index and middle finger, teasingly tugging at the the bundle of nerves. You gasped as he suddenly shifted his gaze to the camera and ran his hand along his cock, spreading the pre-cum over his shaft. He licked his lips and gripped his cock tightly with his hand and began jerking at it. He let out a loud moan and threw his head back to rest against the headboard exposing his neck to camera, just like in the still of video.

Your eyes stayed on the angry red head of his cock as his hand enclosed around the shaft to yank at it roughly. His pants grew erratic as his hands increase the pace. You noticed his hips aiding him with each jerk as they thrusted effortlessly into his own hand. He ran his second hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. You unconsciously noted that he seemed to enjoy pain directly at himself. Without further deliberation, you dived your fingers into your leaking heat attempting to climax with your camboy. As his quietened pants, whimpers and moans echoed in your ears you found yourself inserting a second finger.

“That’s it baby girl,” The boy moaned, causing your breath to catch at the hoarseness of his voice. You slump against the headboard and parted your thighs wider. You entered a third finger into your heat and trailed your second hand under your shirt to tease your hardened nipple. It was as if you were giving him a show as well. The vulgar sounds of your fingers diving into yourself mingling with his pants as he yanked at his cock violently fuelled your desire.

“I’m so close baby,” he whimpered, you watched with half-lidded eyes as the boy continued to moan and jerk his cock. His pre-cum was now leaking over his fist was making your mouth water. You wanted his cum in you or even on you. You thrust your fingers faster into your heat you thumb probing your clit and it was as if you were both racing, chasing your orgasms together. Your pants mingled with his. You were so close, you could feel it. Your fingers dived deeper into your throbbing core, curving upward in attempt to hit your sweet spot when suddenly you heard the familiar chime of an email notification from your MacBook.

Your eyes opened wide in shock, the intrusion causing your orgasm to dissipate. You retreated your fingers angrily in attempt to close the annoying notification and go back to your camboy but the email notification had caused your old MacBook to freeze. You couldn’t see anything except the email from your teaching assistant saying he was willing to meet with you tomorrow. You growled in frustration pressed down roughly at the power button to shut your MacBook off.

“Fucking Park Jimin,” You screamed, as you threw your MacBook across the bed. He completely deserved the storm that was coming at him tomorrow.

Karma is Oh So Sweet

Note: Not really a revenge story on my part, but I believe this is a fine example of cosmic revenge for a larger hole. Long story, TL:DR at the end.

About seven years ago, I was in my sophomore year of high school. Let me just mention this, I was not your typical student:

  • I came from one of the poorest family in this town of three thousand. My dad was physically disabled for years before this and had been unemployed since I was in third grade. This left my mom the only working member of my family until my dad was put on disability. My dad, however, did not get put on disability UNTIL my sophomore year of high school, so around eight years, my mom was the only one working. In fact, there were times when I didn’t even get new clothes to wear for a new year as we couldn’t afford it.
  • I am legally mentally disabled. I was diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome in eighth grade and, legally, should have been in some special classes. This led the school to alter my schedule without my permission and resulted in my mom’s wrath to the school.
  • I am clinically depressed and went through a time when I did not take my medication as it made me aggressive. I have since switch medications and have become a lot calmer as a result.

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Dreams of You // Seo Johnny

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the prompt: hello :) can I request a fluffy NCT Johnny soulmate!au where when the person sleeps, they see through their soulmates eyes.

words: 1662

category: fluff + soulmate!au

author note: this is actually my favorite johnny one i’ve done so far so pls enjoy it!

- destinee

Originally posted by taesyong


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B99 + Childhood Friends AU: in which Jake attends each of Amy’s eleven birthdays at the planetarium.

  • 6 year old Jake alternates between pulling little Amy’s pigtails and running around exhibits with her older brothers. 
    • He tires himself out and falls asleep halfway through the afternoon planetarium space show. Mrs. Santiago has to carry him around the museum for half an hour after that, until he’s awake enough to walk around on his own.
  • 7 year old Jake makes it his personal mission to win every single party game that year. Any other kid might cry over how competitive (i.e. mean) Jake is being, but Amy stands her ground and manages to beat him in nearly every game. 
    • In the end, Jake’s the one who’s in tears. Karen has to pick him up early because he’s inconsolable after losing Pin The Ring On Saturn.
  • 8 year old Jake is on his best behavior through the morning (partly because Karen gave him a lengthy talking-to on the car ride over, but also because he’s been kind of subdued overall since Roger left a few months prior). He does go ham on lunch, especially when they bring out Amy’s blue cake. 
    • Mrs. Santiago has to cradle him in her lap during the space show because he has too much of a tummy ache. (The Santiago brothers make fun of him for at least a week after that, but Amy defends him with her life and also sends him a Get Well Soon! card.)
  • 9 year old Jake has just discovered Star Wars and spends most of the party trying to find planet models of Hoth and Tatooine. While the other kids just laugh at him, Amy informs him that Star Wars is both fictional and inaccurate then proceeds to tell him about how awesome the real universe actually is. 
    • The two of them unknowingly break off from the group at some point because Amy’s too engrossed in telling him about the International Space Station, and Jake’s just hanging on to every word she says. They’re officially lost for a whole 12 minutes, but Mrs. Santiago eventually finds them in the full-scale space shuttle replica, laughing and pretending to be space pilots slash jedi. 

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My Best Friend’s Sister (Part 1)

Originally posted by rayna-tw

Summary: When the reader moves up to Vancouver for her new writing job, she never realized who her neighbor would end up being…

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader (with sibling!Jared)

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, sibling issues

A/N: Not sure where this really came from (I’d love a big brother like Jared irl) but I was feeling the flangst today…


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College Boy

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 1311

Prompt: Harry wants a shot at a normal life so he attends Northeastern University, but it’s harder than he thinks. The friends he made just want fame, and the other hardly look at him. But then he meets her, Y/N, and she wants nothing to do with the a-list celebrity.


Cole and Dylan Sprouse did it, Emma Watson, Amy Pohler, they all went to college, and Harry wanted to as well. He wanted the experience of something normal for once, he wanted to be able to say he graduated, he wanted his family to come to a graduation. When the news broke out everyone went crazy trying to figure out where he was going, and Harry got accepted everywhere. But he wanted to succeed he wanted to go to a school he knew was right from him, which was far from Harvard, but it also wasn’t community college. He wanted a roommate, he wanted to live in a dorm, attend the dreadful eight ams, and have RA’s. So he picked Northeastern University, still the top best, but no Harvard.

Harry was thankful for his roommate, Nick. Nick didn’t care at all about who Harry was. Nick spent most of his time in the library or in the room studying, he hardly spoke to Harry. Nick had a plan, two years at Northeastern and then Harvard. Nick made it clear that he didn’t want parties or girls coming in and out every night and Harry promised he would be as normal as possible, but Nick just scoffed.

It wasn’t easy for Harry and he wondered how everyone else did it. Students watched him, took pictures, videos, whispered, they just kept following him around, and Harry hated it. He found it difficult to make friends, the ones he did make wanted fame, and the other kept away. He couldn’t seem to find someone who wanted to actually sit and talk with him.

Nick had been holding a study group in their room so Harry grabbed his bag and made his way to the library. It was quiet and as soon as he walked in he saw a couple phones point his way. He huffed and made his way to the back where there were small cubicles. He pulled a chair back and pulled out his laptop. Texts from Jeff and Nick quickly popped up.

Nick: How’s the college life, join a frat yet?

Jeff: Do you miss the studio yet?

Nick: I love you but this is just insane why are you doing this?

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SKETCHY BEHAVIORS | Heather Benjamin (RH)

Through her dense and detailed packed line drawings to her more focused ink brush pieces, Rhode Island based artist Heather Benjamin’s work is visceral, cathartic, and autobiographical. It offers a completely unapologetic and unflinching look into an artists’ own struggles with life, body image, self confidence, and sexuality.  We find her and her art to be inspirational, honest and badass.

We recently ran into Heather at her booth at the LA Art Book Fair and caught up with her a few months later to ask about her art, her experiences at RISD, her influences, and her thoughts about her work and her life. 

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

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Surprise - you get a bonus Hiveswap developer interview today!

Hello there Hiveswap and Homestuck fans, Ash here! Now, I know what you’re thinking: “What madness is this? Ash said there’d only be *one* Hiveswap development team interview per week going forward! And he said they would be on WEDNESDAYS! This isn’t a Wednesday!”

Right you are, and that’s exactly why surprises are so much fun! Now, last week I mentioned that the next interviewee would be our superstar UI designer and all-around graphics guy Tauhid. Our interview with him will still be going live this week on Thursday, so definitely look forward to that, but today we’ve got another talented team member in the hot seat: Tom Hunt, our lead programmer and the prime coding whiz in charge of things on the technical side of things! Take it away, Tom!

Introduce yourself to the fans! What is your specific role on the Hiveswap team?

Hi, I’m Tom. I make stuff in Unity, which is a cross-platform 3D game engine and editor that can make all kinds of things - including the very 2D game you’re here to read about! My company neocade and I are working freelance on Hiveswap, with me as the lead programmer. Mostly, I direct and coordinate the team of programmers and quality assurance (QA) testers that are putting this game together. Sometimes I also write code.

When and how did you get your start on the Hiveswap project?

Sometime late last year, I was looking for a gig. At the time, What Pumpkin Games was looking for an additional Unity programmer. A mutual business contact introduced us via email, and we went from there.

Tell us a little bit about your career background! How did you get your start in programming? Do you have any advice for others looking to enter this field?

I’ve been programming computers since I was a little kid. I got my first actual programming job about a month after graduating high school, and did that for a bit during breaks while I was in college. It wasn’t very exciting, had nothing to do with video games, and didn’t pay a whole lot, but it sure beat taping up boxes of hot dogs in a factory all day.

The only advice I can really give to someone looking to enter the video games field is to just start making video games. Game development tools are more readily available now than they’ve ever been.

Also make lots of friends, especially with people who can draw or write or anything. If you live near a city, there is probably at least one game dev meetup somewhere - go to those and meet people. Get over whatever shyness you have, because almost every game that ever gets made is the result of a lot of teamwork.

We’re making a video game, so of course the question must be asked: what’s your favorite game of all time?

I played the heck out of Super Metroid back in the day. There’s something about that game. I would do speedruns of it - so now, every time I go back and play it, it all just feels so fluid. There’s a fairly robust set of inputs mapped out in a way that makes sense to my fingers. The entire game itself is fairly tightly bounded - a complete playthrough can take less than 90 minutes - so in a way, this beautifully detailed, explorable world is also actually kind of respectful of my time (more so than, say, a game like Skyrim, which is almost always a multi-hour/day/week commitment).

What games are you playing currently (if any)?

To be perfectly honest, I have not been playing NEARLY enough video games lately. That being said, aside from Hiveswap, I am currently into little mobile action puzzlers that I can play on the bus. Super Hexagon and Desert Golf are great. Just tried Polyforge this morning, too; that was pretty fun.

A lot of my friends are playing Breath of the Wild. I really want to just go get a Switch and play that, but I’m afraid of that eating up my time like Skyrim did.

Are there any games that you currently use or have used as inspiration for your own programming work here on Hiveswap, or just in general?

Not really - I tend to look at each technical problem on its own merits. The creative side of things is all handled by the What Pumpkin folks. I don’t really get involved with that too much. I just work to make sure their vision is implemented, however that needs to be done.

Imagine you’ve been given an unlimited budget and time frame to make your dream game. Tell us (briefly!) about that game in terms of genre, style, platforms, etc. Is it an original game or a long-desired sequel to an existing game? Go crazy!

Given an unlimited budget and time to work on a “dream game,” I’d have to go with some kind of deeply-simulated, massively multiplayer VR thing.

What’s your workstation like?

As a programmer, I like my workstations to be fast, reliable, and quiet. I always max out the RAM on a new machine if I can, because disk thrashing is just annoying as all hell. I’ve been really digging M.2 drives lately. Also, having extra monitors is always nice.

Do you like to listen to any particular kinds of music while you work? If so, tell us about it!

Mostly instrumental electronic music. Sometimes I’ll throw on some classical. Video game soundtracks are usually a pretty good bet. I can’t listen to anything with spoken words in it, though - too distracting.

Do you have a personal message you’d like to relay to all the Homestuck and Hiveswap fans out there?

Thank you all for being so patient with this project!

Thank you, Tom! Well folks, I hope you’ve enjoyed this week’s surprise bonus interview, and remember to check back on Thursday for yet another behind-the-scenes peek into Hiveswap’s development! As I teased last week, our very own Tauhid Bondia will be on hand to talk about his indispensable (my word, not his!) graphics and user interface design work on Hiveswap. See you then, everyone!

Welcome to The Big Bang On Ice!

Hello and welcome everybody in the yuri on ice fandom!

My name is Maddy and i have decided to make a HUGE BIG BANG for YOI because why the hell not!!

But wait? What is a Big Bang???

Well good person, a Big Bang is where Authors, Betas and Artists come together to create one big fic with accompanying art! You will have a good few months to write your fic/edit/make art aaaannnnddd you also get to meet new and interesting people who have a similar interests

Because this is a BIG bang but since this is my first time running it, so its hopefully not too difficult for authors, i have made the word limit 5,000 words

What can we write about?

Absolutely anything as long as its involving Yuri On Ice characters! Want your fic be about a ship in YOI, cool! About Phichit and Yuri being best buds in college, awesome! A fic about how its a miracle that Yakov isn’t completely bald yet from dealing with team extra Russia? Well this is the place for you! Any YOI ship welcome and non ship fics welcome as well!

HOW DO I SIGN UP?????

LOVING THE ENTHUSIASM, but first of all you may want to read the FAQ, but if you already have STEP THIS WAY MY FRIENDS

Author sign-ups

Beta sign-ups (soon to come)

Artist sign-ups (soon to come)

I ALSO NEED A COUPLE ADMINS TO HELP ME OUT WHEN FICS START COMING IN SO IF YOURE INTERESTED SHOOT ME A MESSAGE!


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Committed The Robbery

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Words: 3.000+

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gangmember Luke’s little sister Y/N?

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Pen Pals - Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean wants to take the relationship to another level. Would the Reader want to take that risk or will she back out?

Word Count: 1.8kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Here is the second part of Pen Pals! If you want to catch up, read the first part here –> Part One. I hope you guys like this chapter. I’m sorry for not posting it fast enough. Life got in the way and I had to stop everything for a cool minute. I hope you enjoy this and feedback is always welcomed!!


Chapter Two: Long Distance Relationship

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The Maid (Prologue)

Originally posted by models-in-motion-gifs

Pairing : Jungkook x reader x Yoongi

Genre : smut, drama

Summary : Working as a maid for the Jeons has never been a burden…a lovely marriage who needs to dust things off once in a while and pays you well…that, until both her sons decide to move back from college and things get a bit wild. But, after all, a maid is supposed to keep quiet no matter what happens.


What began as a tough decision between fulfilling your mother´s wish or following your own path ended leading you - after many discussions and sleepless nights - to your current job: the youngest maid ever to work for the Jeon family. Not only had it been hectic, but the difficulty of choosing hadn´t advocated - at all - the fact that too many people had gotten involved in the mess that redirecting your life had been. Just because it ran in the family line, because the Jeons had practically begged for you to take the chance of working for them and because your mother had overwhelmed you with wise advice about dedication and loyalty - none of that meant it was the right turn to take. At the end of the day, it was you who was compromising to a full time job of cleaning and serving other people.

Or at least, those were the actions you had pictured in your mind after seeing your mother work for them ever since you were a child. All the memories you could recall led to that - her chubby fingers scrapping food from porcelain plates, neat buns that helped her vision stay clear as she mopped the floor and casted glances at you once in a while to check you were doing your homework.  Further clues about what she did were strangely missing as she had tried not to involve you in her working life too much or, at least, not the important parts. Hardly ever had you actually entered the house or talked to Miss and Mr. Jeon or, for the record, she had never mentioned a plan or showed intention of getting you to follow her steps.

But, after a while, you got to the conclusion that times had changed and a maid wasn´t quite what it used to be. The concept seemed to be separating from its old stigma and stereotypes, blurring and mixing into a decent job. It was quite rhetoric that you still had to clean - the base hadn´t moved one bit - but none of the backaches or horrible treatment you had expected appeared in the fairly short period of time you had been occupying the position.

People´s reactions were often worthy of one or two days of humiliation or a boost for your self-esteem and, often you found it hard not to smirk or blush when wide eyed stares were directed at you. The Jeons were fairly well known across the country, and so was their heavenly mansion everyone had dreamt of owning at least once in their lives. The fact that it was located in a small town derived in a rather not large number of population which, in itself, was an indicator of familiarity between habitants. It was not only pleasurable to say you lived there with them but to say they had personally hired you always made you feel somewhat proud of yourself - it didn´t matter if you were just their maid, the astonished reactions you received were equally desired by your ego. Support was the average message you received in return – assholes who thought it was a mediocre thing to do with your life asides.

But, just like any other job, it was tiring. The salary left you in internally excruciating pain every time Miss Jeon personally handed it to you. It was an over the top amount of money and, as if that wasn´t enough, you had your own room and a free pass to grab anything from the fridge whenever desired - which always led to you going to the convenience store later on because you had eaten too much. But money and commodities aside, as time passed and your presence got involved in the family dynamic, you discovered the Jeon family wasn´t as calmed and serene as it appeared to be.

It wasn’t as if they hid a corpse in their backyard or took part in mafia activities – at least, not that you knew about. It turned out, after many hours of observation, that their marriage seemed to be just an official document. It was the first time you saw Mr. Jeon walking in with another woman that you raised your suspicions. It was a complicated situation -it left you with a compromise, whether to tell Miss. Jeon or not. You decided to keep quiet, but things seemed to change for you and the way you saw Mr. Jeon never came back to its regular state. Good thing was, you didn’t work alone. The house was big - enough room for at least four families and it was centuries old. It required a lot of effort and maintenance and luckily for you the Jeons were considerate enough to have more than one employee. Your schedule only matched with the chef, Jimin, who was a couple years older than you but rather nice and talkative when it came to discussing those topics. You always stopped by the kitchen to drink some water or whenever you had some spare time. He was always smiling sweetly and always welcomed you with a spoon full of something for you to try. That´s why, two months into the job, you decided to ask him about Mr. Jeon´s mysterious activity.

“Jimin. I’m starving”

You glanced at his back as you entered the room, his head momentarily turning sideways to wordlessly tell he was now aware of your presence

“Do you have something for me?”

Your words trailed off with a heavy sigh, and then a yawn. It was the first in a series of hints that you would like him to take a pause and talk about something as you ate whatever he had in stock that day.

“You can try this. Twenty different ingredients this time, you´ll have to guess them all”

Faking a hurt expression you grabbed a spoon as he poured some soup on a plate, mouth already watering. Not even once that day had you had time to eat and even the smell of food seemed enough for your stomach to growl.

“I could eat the whole thing”

Eyes sparkling you leveled your eyes with the rest of the soup as Jimin leaned over the kitchen island to look at you. His hair was pointing in every direction and he looked sleep deprived, yet he still managed to move gracefully or talk without indications of his bad mood.

“But you shouldn’t”

Coming from anyone else maybe you´d be offended, but you knew Jimin meant more employees would eventually come to eat. Plus, it wasn´t only the food you had come for. A question had been roaming in your head for the past few days, and he was the only one you could formulate it to.

“Right…hey, Jimin…you’ve been working here longer than me. Have you ever noticed something weird between… them?”

Jimin´s brows furrowed as he swiped his thumb below his chin, eyes narrowing and you could almost see the gears in his head turning.

“Them? You mean our lovely bosses?”

His gesture suddenly turned into a smirk, now completely aware of what you had meant. You nodded and tried the food, keeping it around your tongue before swallowing to decipher different tastes. Jimin took interest in the topic as he observed the way you munched on some bread next.

“Ah, I see what you mean. They do a great job at covering it up, right?” This time it was you who frowned as Jimin leaned closer, hand next to his mouth as he whispered “That’s because they’re friends”

You kept devouring the food – just because it had been confirmed it didn´t mean you´d show the internal surprise that was corroding you.

“Friends?”

A marriage involves friendship, too, but it was more the fact that if they weren´t together or remained in good terms, how could they still act friendly between them? You knew for a fact you wouldn´t be able to.

“Yep. Rumors are they got a divorce years ago. But nobody knows, not even their sons”

You almost spat the soup. Not because of Jimin wiggling his brows all of a sudden – because he knew you had found the spicy ingredient between the others in the hot liquid -but because of the last thing he had said. It had made your insides turn with brutality.

“They have sons? Why did nobody tell me?”

Jimin doubted for a moment whether he had spilled information he shouldn´t or you were just ignorant. The latter seemed to convince him as he went back to the stove and moved something around with a spatula. He let out a loud sigh, internally complaining – although happy – about having to explain things to you.

“Hey, be thankful they’re grown ass man and you don’t have to take care of them or else you’d be a nanny too”

Being a nanny sounded terrible. But that wasn´t the big elephant to be addressed in the room. You had been working in the house for almost two months yet you still didn´t know about them. There were too many questions you had thought about in barely a minute.

“So if they’re old, why they never visit? Busy with business?”

Jimin turned around with a face that told you he couldn´t believe you weren´t understanding anything. Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, he took a deep sigh before speaking.

“They’re actually around our age. Probably still in college and, it´s normal you haven´t seen them. They don´t live here"

Mr and Miss Jeon were still relatively young, of course. And it would´ve been weird that  children had never been in their minds  - if they hadn´t had any, who would carry on with their business? Still, there was something that didn´t quite add up.

“Oh. I see. I wouldn’t know how to react if they lived here”

It was true. But if they did, you´d have to get used to it. Boys around your age – you knew how they were. Messy, rude, cocky, full of themselves and…Jimin interrupted your thoughts, urging you to finish your lunch.

“I don’t think you’ll see them until Christmas”

You sighed, relieved for some reason. If they were just going to come by and then go back to wherever they were staying at, that was fine with you. As long as you didn´t have to deal with them, as long as they – ironically – didn´t invade your territory.

“True. Seems like they don’t get along with their parents”

Jimin quirked an eyebrow up as you pouted. The mere idea of not relaying on your parents made you sad.

“I don´t know about that”

Silence took over the room momentarily as you and Jimin thought about different things. So the Jeon family was bigger than you had ever imagined. But if they had sons…

“But, there aren’t any pictures of them anywhere. Besides, my mum would’ve told me” You gestured with your hand the obviousness of the matter. Your mum had long lectured you about every part of the house, object and, how not, everything about Miss and Mr. Jeon.

“They keep the house very non personal. It´s too big and, it´s not completely theirs, so they have to keep it as monumental as possible”

Slowly starting to understand you wondered what their sons looked like. Were they tall? Handsome? Perhaps just rich?

“Right. So no pictures. What about their rooms?”

You were obviously in charge of cleaning and owned a set of keys that allowed you to open and enter every single room in the house. Yet, still, Jimin seemed to be the only one who had actual answers.

“Guest rooms. Once they moved out they turned them into something useful. They stay there when they come”

You pouted again, finishing the soup as you spared a glance at the watch hanging around your wrist. Ruffling your ponytail you stood up, trailing next to Jimin and placing the bowl on the counter.

“Isn´t that a bit sad?”

Jimin handed you a piece of paper to write all the ingredients you had been able to guess – although you had to admit your attention had been somewhere else - and you took it. He talked one more time, leveling his stare with yours and giving, perhaps, more importance to the conversation than it had.

“I don´t know. And I don´t think we´ll get a chance to ask them”

Turned out you only guessed ten of the twenty ingredients and Jimin got mad at you for not using your taste buds properly. Of course, he was only joking, but truth is something much more important had come out from spending time with him. Since that conversation with Jimin you only thought about the Jeon siblings. Specially because it still surprised you their parents had never mentioned them. It was true that there weren´t many personal objects around the house –only professionally taken pictures hung from the walls and you had never seen anything that belonged to Mr or Miss Jeon other than their clothes. You thought, for some reason, about how they were and what kind of life had they carried. The fact that there were still so many things you didn´t know led you to revaluate what kind of job had you really gotten into. Time passed and, despite being busy, the thought of the Jon siblings refused to fade.


The following week seemed hectic for some reason, and it was a lazy Sunday afternoon when Jungkook and Yoongi arrived without warning anybody, the lull before the storm of Monday morning madness of alarm clocks and deadlines. Every single employee in the house was running errands while you hadn´t really received any direct orders, a particular grumpy mood taking over your constant frown and restless limbs. Not even Jimin had time for you and you had tried to avoid the kitchen, not wanting to constantly be ignored. Because of that, you decided to simply continue with your usual tasks. When the clock struck three you chose to start with your least favourite: cleaning the bathrooms. They were barely ever used but, still, it didn´t compare to dusting off the books in the library or giving extra shine to the porcelain pieces on the entrance.

The door was fully closed – something weird remembering you had left it open. The bathroom was bigger than your own room back when you lived with your mother, white and lavender motives making the atmosphere somewhat relaxing – for a bathroom. It even had windows – which you opened – that let natural light in and it was a mere coincidence the sun was fully out that evening. Just when you were about to spray the glass to meticulously clean it you heard water running and immediately turned towards the shower. A shiver raced along your skin, eyes squinted and trying to convince yourself it was just your imagination. Minutes later you realized reality was hitting you hard as the silhouette you had in front of you was moving, breathing, showering. Your hammering heart plummeted, panic taking over you as your weak hand reached your suddenly crimson cheeks. Someone was definitely there. You couldn´t see more than a shadow, tall, blurry and, worst of all, manly.

“Oh my god. W-what…why did nobody tell me? Oh my god, oh my god”

Still holding your cheeks between your trembling hands you turned around, picking up your things as your mind raced with possibilities. Perhaps whoever was behind the curtains was still unaware of your presence…who could it be? Employees didn´t use the rooms on the top floor, Mr. Jeon had his own bathroom…maybe someone had broken into the house?!?

“Okay, I´m not even making sense. I just need to go and nobody will know…”

Your whispering died down as you heard the curtain being removed, the sound of water dropping to the floor and someone stepping out. And although your body was fully tensed, limbs, muscles, even bones completely petrified, you turned around. Maybe because from the moment you were in his presence he drew you in, maybe because nerves can be cruel. But for a moment, he looked at you and you looked at him – well, everything but his eyes.

Which, speaking of that, you immediately covered yours.

“Oh my god. I can´t believe I just saw that”

With your fingertips you began caressing the rough fabric of your rags, smoothing it repeatedly in an attempt to calm yourself. Simultaneously, his toes of the left foot moved back and forth across the edges of the rug, a lopsided smirk plastered on his face. This action you found unpredictable; you couldn´t see anything yet you could feel the chuckle he was holding back. Your mind was snapping at you to stop trembling, so of course you did it all the more – especially when he talked.

“You can take your little hand out your eyes; a towel is now covering that you´ve just seen”

Despite the ironic nature of his words relief was the only thing you felt. It took you a while to lower your limb and still, you couldn´t get to look at him properly.
You had a sudden whiff of perfume and you repaired in the bottle he was opening, applying it to his skin as if you weren´t there.

“I-I´m so sorry. I was supposed to clean and I…I honestly don´t know who you are”

Well aware that you were slurring your words you reached for the door knob, eager to get out as soon as possible. But your statement had caught his attention.

“You don´t? Then I guess we´re on equal terms”

You really should be going, you thought, but you didn’t have the appetite for the outburst that might happen if you left then without clearing things out. Sucking in a breath you held all your sprays tighter as his eyes landed on you again. Shamelessly, they roamed over your figure at least twice, which made you frown slightly as you subtly stepped back.

“I´m sorry, but I think I should go”

His eyes opened wide, stepping closer to you as you spastically turned around again. He crossed his arms above his chest – maybe intentionally, pulsing veins making an appearance around his arms. Then, as he extended a hand for you to shake it, your eyes blinked as if their own accord.

“I guess you work here. And I guess you´re new. In that case, I´m sure we´ll get along…” his eyes seemed to stop somewhere between your lips and your collarbones “Very well”

Your body was totally devoid of compromise yet you still accepted his hand, holding it lightly. It was much bigger than yours and you both stared at your intertwined limbs. He smirked again, a headache approaching as you tried to find the right words.

“S-sure”

That´s all you were able to mutter, his smile remaining in place.

“I´m Jungkook, by the way. Jeon Junkook”


A/N : This is like an introduction to the story…she still has to meet Yoongi though. Thank you if you read this and, since I´m new here, feedback is always appreciated. I´ll try my best !

Weights & Measures Pt 1 [M]

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 5k+

Triggers: swearing, drinking, sex

A/N: This fic is inspired by the song Weights and Measures by Dry the River. It’s v depressing so be warned if you decided to listen to it. 

Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

“I was prepared to love you and never expect anything of you
And there’s no patron saint of silent restraint
Baby there ain’t no sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake”

-Dry the River

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Final Epilogue

Two Years Before

Your boss had been riding your ass for months, but when he walked into your office and demanded you get some sleep you weren’t about to argue with him. Scrambling, you packed up your desk for the day and ran out the door for the night. You didn’t to take the risk that this was all a big joke and you were the butt of it.  You can’t remember the last time you were home before dark and the cool early evening breeze felt like a welcome home present.

It had been a few weeks since you and Jinyoung, your fiance, had been able to actually sit and eat a meal together. He used to always leave a plate for you in the fridge and a sweet note telling you that he loved you, but that had changed in the past few months. You were now used to coming home to a dark apartment. Jinyoung would already be fast asleep when you padded into the bedroom. Most of your meals consisted of microwaved dinners or rice. After Jinyoung stormed into the kitchen one night while you were cooking yourself dinner, you didn’t want to risk another fight.

Stopping by his favorite noodle shop, you hoped that tonight you would be able to close the ever growing distance between the two of you. It had been months since the last time you had sex. It’s not like you didn’t try, but any time you would initiate it, he would shut you down, saying he was too tired or that he wasn’t in the mood. You missed the way he would say your name and look at you like you were the most beautiful creature on the planet. But every time he looked at you now, it was like he was looking at nothing. The light had gone from his eyes, and you wanted it back so badly.

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