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The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language & sexual innuendos 
Pairing:Jungkook x reader
Length: 13002 words
Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood


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“Jungkookie” you raised a seductive brow as you slowly pulled onto his uniform’s tie

“What’s up?” his back was pressed against the wall, questioning your little acts

“Isn’t this uniform a little too stuffy?” you commented “This tie seems to be suffocating you”

“I don’t know…” he pulls your waist closer as he eyed your lips hungrily “Maybe it is?”

“What should we do about this, then?” you lift your head to lock eyes with him

“I don’t know, you tell me” Jungkook trails his fingers dangerously close to your skirt

Jungkook groaned as the vibrations of his phone were continuously heard on his night table. The so-called lazy boy wasn’t catching a single break since senior year began. His obligations and future goals were continuously roaming inside his victimized brain. So many things piling up, waiting for him to achieve them, yet the boy was taking his sweet time, sleeping under the soft blankets of love and pulling them closer against his sturdy body.

“Three more minutes mom” He muttered in his sleep

The phone wasn’t vibrating this time but it started ringing which meant that he had an oncoming call. The boy sat up and kicked his blanket in a fury as he hated being interrupted in his sleeping activities. He was having the best dream in a while yet someone had to interrupt his perfect fictional fantasy of getting it on with his long time crush.

He growls before burying his face back onto his pillow as his long fingers reached the electronical device to answer the call. It didn’t take long before he gave a reply that made the recipient’s heart drop and soul’s leave from their body. In fact, Kim Taehyung was always bound to get tangled in a mess when it came to his best friend Jungkook.

“KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU SON OF A DUMB FUCKIDY FUCKIDIDOO, WHAT’S UP?” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration

“Well damn, seems like someone is not in the mood to talk to me” Taehyung felt taken aback “and what was it? Fuckidy-doo? The fuck is that? You may think you’re being swag right now, but fuckididoo is not happening, just like fetch never happened”

“Look here, you stylish looking brat” Jungkook growled on the other side before clenching his fist “You just ruined the most amazing dream I ever had in my entire life” Jungkook faked a sob

“Did you just call me a brat? I was born before your ass even got out of the oven” Taehyung argued back “What was your dream?! Was it spicy~~~~” Taehyung squealed on the other line

“There’s no way I’m telling you. I’m keeping it to myself so that it actually becomes real” Jungkook rolled his eyes before adding “Sorry to break it out to you but you’re a jinx, Kim Taehyung”

“I’m a jinx? Yeah, you definitely had some sort of kinky dream” Taehyung chuckled “Who was the chick this time? Selena Gomez? Oh!!! Was it Ariana Grande?  You have a thing for brunette girls these days”

“I don’t have a thing for brunette girls, what are you saying? When did I ever say that…” he sighed before ruffling his hair

Jungkook had a type for the past few months and it always changed a few weeks in and out. He was smitten over blonde girls with slim bodies barely three months ago and now he found his new obsession with curvy brunettes. They apparently seemed like the kind of girls who’d teach him a thing or two. All of this was a misconception and even if Jungkook did had a preference for certain hair colors, he never had the guts to ever approach a girl or to stutter a single word if that girl in question wasn’t you. 

Truth had it that Jeon Jungkook was only comfortable around you. He was used to your presence, your scent, your hair color, your clinginess and your comments. Having a type was a thing, but Jungkook tried getting his mind off of you for the past two years, which is why he fell into an ideal type abyss. He didn’t even had an ideal type to begin with , he just wanted to have reason as to why he wouldn’t have to ever develop deeper feelings for you.

“Ayyy…you thought I’d fall for that?” Taehyung shot on the other line “It was definitely a steamy dream. Spill the bean and share the goods with me”

“I dreamt of cows and sheeps running in a field! Happy now?” Jungkook replied

“The fuck? Isn’t that a conception dream? “Taehyung half shouted “Bro, who the fuck have you knocked up? DID YOU MAKE SOMEONE PREGNANT?!”

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Road Trip


A/N: Ahhhhh, this is a marvellous idea and lmaoooo I’m actually writing this on the plane ride home. I was only delayed for two hours sitting on the tarmac and then a nine hour flight home!!! Let’s just say, it’s been a long day. And tbh I literally would never write this on a plane (usually) but I got lucky and there’s nobody sitting on either side of me or behind me WOW so here I am, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean (actually I’m probably over France rn) writing about you guys and fucking Peter Parker.

I also decided to try and do this a different way, its one of those Headcanon posts instead

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: nada


  • The lovely Peter Parker and yourself had been best friends for quite sometime and boy were you both pining over each other. Extremely pining.
  • It was a lot of almost but not completely’s. Which annoyed the hell out of you. But I mean, Peter also annoyed the hell out of you.
  • You loved the boy, but he was needy. (Lol you love it).
  • You had just finished your third year of high school when you and Peter decided that you needed to go on a road trip.
  • Meaning that Peter begged you to take a road trip with him. By then, he had passed his driver’s test and was ready to go on the road.
  • In the middle of July, you and Peter climbed into May’s car and began making your way to Niagara Falls.
  • It was seven in the morning and Peter had pulled up in front of your building in May’s car.
  • Peter jumped out and grabbed your bag and threw it into the trunk, rushing back around to open the car door for you. “Good morning, Y/N,” 
  • “Well it looks like someone is in a good mood,” 
  • “Of course I’m in a good mood, i’m excited! Aren’t you excited? We’re finally going on the road trip!” 
  • “Yes, Peter, I’m very excited,” you laughed. 
  • “Ive never been Niagara Falls, what do you think it’s like? And how long until we get there? You know I’m not good on long drives,” 
  • “Oh my god, Peter. Okay, Niagara Falls is very nice, you’ll love it. It’s about six and a half hours but because we’ll get caught in rush hour it’ll probably be closer to eight,” you answered.
  • “Then let’s go,” Peter smiled, putting the car into drive, heading towards the highway.
  • You were not at all surprised how simultaneously prepared and unprepared Peter was for this trip.
  • The boy had multiple road trip playlists and a few sugary treats but that was it. You of course were the one who thought to bring water, healthier snacks, tissues, etc.
  • Ten minutes into the trip he started diving into his snacks
  • “PeTeR ItS sEvEn In ThE mOrNiNg you don’t need a fruit roll up!” 
  • “But Y/N, Spiderman needs his nutrients,” 
  • “A fRuIt RoLl Up Is NoT nUtRiCiOuS,”
  • Peter just looked you right in the eye and took another bite of the fruit roll up causing you to lose your fucking marbles
  • THis boy was going to drive you insane for the next eight hours you just knew it
  • “Peter why don’t you just put on one of the CD’s you made instead of just singing?” 
  • “Are you trying to tell me you don’t like my singing?” 
  • “Peter Parker but put your CD on and sing along to that,”
  • “Will you sing with me?” 
  • “I don’t know? Is ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ on this playlist of yours?” 
  • “OH NO!”
  • “Peter did you actually forget the ultimate road trip song?” 
  • “Yes. But I can sing it for you,”
  • You acted annoyed with Peter but less than a minute later you were both singing at the top of your lungs
  • You pretended to be annoyed with Peter but you really loved him and you were actually having the time of your life
  • Eventually Peter turned on that playlist of his 
  • Turns out Don’t Stop Believing was on it
  • “Oh my god PEter you idiot,” 
  • “I FoRgOt,”
  • You and Peter were both idiots who were helplessly in love with each other but didn’t know
  • You would spend so much time just staring at the boy while he tried to focus on driving
  • Plot twist he knew you were looking at him
  • You thought it was the cutest  
  • You were still singing along loudly to the music.
  • You would record it and send snaps to Ned saying you missed him  
  • Ned would always respond with “Bullshit you two need this time to figure everything out,”  
  • You tried to ask PEter what Ned meant but before Peter could answer he got distracted by a sign that said ‘Niagara Falls 350 miles’
  • “Peter, that’s still like five hours” 
  • “Whatever you say, hon”
  • You wanting to pull over on the side of the highway to take pictures of all the scenery
  • “Y/N, we’re never going to make it in time if we don’t keep driving,” 
  • “In time for what?” 
  • “But Peter I want to take a picture of you next to that tree,” 
  • “Y/N,” 
  • “Peter Parker If you don’t go stand next to that tree so I can take your picture, no more fruit roll ups,” 
  • “But how will I survive and not starve?” 
  • “I have apples,” 
  • Peter still didn’t move
  • “Peter Benjamin Parker,” 
  • “Fine!” 
  • “Thank you! I love you!” 
  • “Yeah yeah, love you too,” he would mumble,
  • The picture of Peter turned out with him standing next to the tree with his arms crossed and huge pout on his face
  • “Peter can you please smile for me?” 
  • “Why would I smile after you threatened to take away my fruit roll ups?” 
  • “Because I want to remember this trip! Please, can you just smile for me?”
  • You know how Peter’s puppy dog eyes are irresistible? Anything you do is irresistible to him.
  • And boy you knew it too
  • So you frown and Peter loosens his shoulders and lets his arms fall
  • You got another picture of Peter with a big smile on his face, pointing at the tree.
  • “Can we get going now WE HAVE A SCHEDULE” 
  • “Why is this the first I’m hearing about this schedule?” 
  • “BEcuase it’s a surprise now get in the car,”
  • You both climb back In the car and set off again
  • “Peter that still three and a half hours,” 
  • At one point you pull off the highway into a small town to get gas
  • The windows were rolled down and you began sneezing like crazy
  • “Thank you,” 
  • “What?” You asked Peter in between sneezes 
  • You were hunched over in the passenger seat, laughing your ass off in between your wild sneezes
  • “Can you please roll up the window Peter clearly I’m allergic to something” 
  • When you stopped for gas you wanted to get out and take pictures but you knew you would just sneeze and not get any good pictures so you stayed in the car and took pictures of Peter pumping the gas without him noticing
  • This boy is so fucking gorgeous and the pictures turned out rather amazing despite how dirty the windows were
  • When Peter got back in the car you were just staring at him
  • “What?” Peter eventually asked, confused by your staring
  • “Nothing. You’re just pretty is all,”
  • But of course this loser gained some confidence after he received your compliment
  • “Well if we’re talking about who’s pretty, then there’s no contest, hands down you’re the most beautiful,” 
  • “Peterr!” 
  • “I only speak the truth,” 
  • “Well you’re sweet spider-boy but it could just be from all the fruit roll up’s you’ve been eating,”
  • “Also,”
  • “Also?” 
  • “You should pump gas more often,” 
  • “Why….” 
  • “Cause you kinda looked really hot,” 
  • “I mean it is July the temperature are rather warm,” 
  • “Peter Parker you know that’s not what I meant,” 
  • “I know, I just like teasing you,” 
  • Not nice,” 
  • “I mean, I guess my so called hotness while pumping gas would explain why that hot blond was staring at me the entire time,” 
  • “wHOOO?”
  • Peter just laughed and didn’t answer you
  • This fuking boy
  • When you finally made it to Niagara Falls Peter was flipping excited.
  • You checked into your motel and then decided to go exploring
  • “So when do I get to find out what this surprise is?” 
  • “SOON” 
  • “Should I be worried?” 
  • “Shhhh Y/N, it’s a surprise I’m not going to throw you over the falls or anything,”
  • YOU were extremely suspicious as to what the surprise was
  • YOu and Peter went to the falls and you spent so long just taking pictures of Peter’s face when he first saw them
  • He was in absolute awe
  • You were so fucking in love with this boy
  • You kindly asked another Person to take a few pictures of you and Peter in front of the falls
  • They smiled and said you two made a cute couple and they snapped a few photos and gave you back your camera
  • “About that…” 
  • “About what?” 
  • “I also think we make a cute couple,” 
  • You were so confused
  • Did Peter just tell you to stop revealing your feeling cause IT WOUDL ‘RUIN HIS SURPRISE’
  • What was this boy up to  
  • After you spent some more time at the falls Peter dragged you down to the bottom of the falls 
  • “Peter what are we doing here?” 
  • “You did not,” 
  • “I did,” you smiled and gave Peter a hug.
  • You had been to Niagara Falls before but you had never gotten the chance to do a boat tour and Peter knew it was always something you wanted to do since you saw the episode of The Office where Jim and Pam got married on one of the boats
  • You were both given ponchos and you climbed on to the boat
  • You were kinda sad you couldn’t take your camera out cause you didn’t want to get it wet.
  • “So this was only half of the surprise,” Peter said 
  • “What? There’s more?”
  • Peter turned to you and just
  • “I’m in love with you,”
  • “Are you serious Peter cause If you’re just fucking with me thats not very nice and you know I love you so I really hope you’re not messing with me cau-
  • Peter cut you off with a kiss
  • Usually you’d be mad if someone did that but Peter Parker was kissing you on fucking Maid of the Mist of all places and it didn’t seem to matter in that moment
  • “I love you too, you nerd,”
  • Peter had this big goofy grin on his face and you just smiled and went to kiss him again.
  • It was a long ass eight hour drive to Niagara Falls but it was totally worth it.
college! au shidge

I may not yet be in college but I am however still a student and really I just pulled these from my butt and accidentally ended up writing a fic ok anyways

  • shiro’s staring dumbfounded at his best friend’s little sister who managed to jump three whole years into his grade like H O W
  • them at the library and pidge cursing her smolness and shiro just hoists her up on his shoulder to the right shelf
  • for some reason they have a lot of classes together. A LOT.

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I’m Not a Kid: Part 2

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: smut, dirty talk

Another part was requested by anon (anon let me know if you like it.) I wasn’t sure if I was going to do it but then I couldn’t stop thinking about office sex with Jungkook. Anyway, I listened to TIO by Zayn while writhing this ;) 

part one

It had been a week since you’d seen Jungkook. You’d forgotten that his father had a business trip and wanted Jungkook to come with him so he see the ropes of the family business.

They were in Australia and wouldn’t be back until Monday. You’d gone all week and weekend thinking about Jungkook. It was Sunday night and here you were again, nervous and thinking about seeing him tomorrow. You were sitting in the living room with your roommate trying to focus on a movie while eating dinner but you couldn’t.

As soon as you got home Friday night you woke her up and told her what you had done. You were still on a high from Jungkook fucking you but you knew you were going to regret it in the morning, and boy did you, at first. You couldn’t believe that you had let the your boss’s 20 year old son fuck the shit out of you in a restroom at a nightclub, but as days went by with no sign of Jungkook, no flirting, no touches, no lingering looks, no singing of your name your thoughts became consumed of him.

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all to myself: vlog 5

“It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)

↳ vlogger au
pairing: jimin x reader, yoongi x reader
warning: smut

teaser&info | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | on-going

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BTS: dating suga would include

A/N: bc it’s this gummy bear’s birthday 😻😻 

 ▪ having a laid-back, chill, cuddly relationship

 ▪ which you’re totally fine with, bc you know how he feels despite him looking cold and withdrawn in public 

 ▪ both of you being complete sloths sometimes, esp him 

 ▪ absolutely refuses to wake up and get out of bed unless you give him his usual 10 kisses every morning 

▪ will pout and frown when you don’t, claiming that he didn’t want them anyway 

▪ will turn into putty when he sees you in his clothes. Even if it’s just a hat, he’ll probably stare at you nonstop and you’ll be like does he wanna kill me or kiss me idk 

▪ him (trying to) teach you to play the piano 

▪ if you don’t get certain notes, he’ll just smile and say you’ll get it someday and that he won’t stop teaching you

 ▪ actually a pretty cool teacher, never gets frustrated and always rewards you with kisses when you get the melody right

 ▪ won’t show his jealous side often

 ▪ but when he does, hooo boy 

▪ first something would have to really tick him off for him to get aggressive or just overprotective in general 

 ▪ like he’ll see someone eyeing you at a restaurant or a party, and he’ll just grab you and kiss you really hard while grabbing your hair

 ▪ ofc not before looking intensely into the eyes of the person staring at you 

▪ it’s better not to argue with him, trust me 

 ▪ as I’ve said in another post, he probably will say some things that he can’t take back and will always regret it 

 ▪ but ofc he’ll try his best to make it up to you and reassure you it will never happen again 

 ▪ cuddles with him are the best bc you know neither of you are gonna be moving for the next 4 hours, until kookie shoves you both off the couch to watch a drama probably 

 ▪ sometimes he talks in his sleep and it’s the cutest thing ever…like he’s always moaning your name and ughhh you just wanna know what he’s dreaming about 

▪ not to get too nsfw here but like-

 ▪ sex with him is probably out of this world and he’ll make sure you forget your own name by the end of it 


 ▪ will probably shove jin aside whenever he’s trying to feed you something he made 

▪ “Sorry, hyung, it was an accident" 

▪ loves kissing your forehead and both your cheeks before going and placing a kiss on your lips, just to tease you

 ▪ neck kisses are dangerous. It’s almost like he’s daring your to moan his name while others are near 

 ▪ leaves hickies in *ahem* a lot of your private areas and will trace his fingers over them to admire his work

 ▪ you doing the same bc he loves the feeling of your lips all over him

 ▪ ugh just please treasure this boy and never let him go 🎀

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BTS Having a Chubby Girlfriend (7/7)

This is the final part of this series guys! Thanks for keeping up with these this week.  This is by far the longest one yet, as Rapmon is my Ult Bias and I am absolute trash for him.  Buckle up, babes, cuz here we go.  

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Rating: 18+ please and thank  you!

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

Rapmonster Having a Chubby Girlfriend

  •  You’d bought the red dress on a whim. 
  •  It was your size, and Namjoon had told you recently that red brought out the highlights in your hair.  
  • It was short, hitting just above your knee, but long enough that your ass didn’t hang out when you bent down. 
  • The fabric had a slight stretch to it, which clung to your hips and highlighted your ass’ best qualities.
  • The neckline of the dress dipped just low enough to expose the smooth expanse of the top of your breasts
  • But not enough to make you feel like they were about to pop from the fabric. 
  • But despite all of these positive qualities, 
  • your eyes only fell on the imperfections that the dress seemed to expose.  
  • The roll of your stomach 
  • The cellulite on the back of your thighs 
  • The way your upper arms were soft and round rather than lean and toned. 
  • Tears bit at the edges of your eyes as you began to take the dress off.  
  • Why had you though that this was a good idea? 
  • Why had you thought that you could be sexy, even once.  
  • It would be better to change back into you large sweatshirt and leggings before Namjoon got home.  
  • Before he saw you in the offending piece of clothing. 
  • But you weren’t fast enough.  
  • There stood Kim Namjoon, your boyfriend of barely 2 months.
  • tall, with rounded lips, caramel skin, and soft brown hair that dipped into his eyes if he wasn’t careful. 
  • The leader of a Korean boy band, and nearly every girl’s wet dream.
  • You  met when you were working within the styling department of his company,
  •  Namjoon caught your eye right away, especially because you were assigned to work with him first. 
  • You were from the US, spoke only basic Korean, and missed your family and friends terribly
  • .But Namjoon was there. 
  •  You often agonized over whether to stay or return home to your family.
  • And Namjoon listened to you.  
  • It was late one evening, and the two of you were sitting on the deck to your apartment.
  • The lights out so no one could see it was him you were with.
  • You could see his silhouette from the light of the moon, and he was studying his hands, suddenly shy. 
  •  He then quietly took your hand, his large and warm, yours small and rounded.
  • Your heart stopped and you had to tell yourself not to read into it.  
  • He still didn’t look at you, and you only looked at your fingers intertwined.  
  • He mumbled something that you couldn’t hear, 
  • And so you asked him to repeat himself. 
  • “Don’t leave me,” he muttered, so quiet 
  • So soft. 
  • His eyes glittering in the moonlight. 
  • “Please,” he tacked hastily into the end, as though not wanting to offend you. 
  • Your tongue went dry.
  •  This couldn’t be real. 
  • He wasn’t real.  
  • He was an ethereal being who most of the country lusted after.  
  • He could have any girl that he wanted and he was claiming you. 
  • You squeaked.
  • You didn’t say actual words
  • Namjoon had smirked, his eyes crinkling into little half moons, said something quickly and quietly in Korean, and buried his other hand in your hair. 
  • He pulled you forward, settling his lips against yours,
  • never taking his eyes off of you. 
  • Your heart thudded in your ears and you pulled back slightly.  
  • “Me?” you whispered in disbelief.  
  • “You,” he said.  
  • “It’s always been you.“  
  • He crashed his lips into yours once more, and for once you had let yourself forget about standards, 
  • what should and shouldn’t be, 
  • and just let your heart burst with happiness.
  • And now you were here.  
  • Standing in the middle of your bedroom,
  •  Fighting off tears while Namjoon stood in the doorway, 
  • In black jeans and a black t-shirt.  
  • His eyes took you in from the soles of your feet to your watering eyes.  
  • “What are you doing?” He asked quietly, approaching slowly, eyes still roaming your body. 
  • You turned around, embarrassed. 
  •  “Nothing, Absolutely nothing.” 
  • “This does not look like nothing.”  
  • Namjoon tugged on your hand, forcing him to stumble into his chest to look up at him.  
  • You nose filled with the scent of fabric softener, soap, and just plain Namjoon.  
  • You could hear his heart thumping beneath his shirt, 
  • You felt him lay his cheek on top of your head, his fingers brushing down the exposed part of your back.  
  • “Talk to me, Y/N.  Talk to me.  Please.”
  •  You shook your head slowly, burying your blushing face into his chest the best you could. 
  • He didn’t need to hear about your body issues. 
  •  He pulled away and ducked down to look at your face. 
  • You avoided eye contact with him.  
  • He kissed your forehead lightly, and then each cheek and temple.  
  • He scattered playful kisses all over your face, 
  • until his lips finally rested on your own.  
  • It was a tentative kiss at first, questioning and loving at the same time.  
  • Waiting for permission.  
  • You tilted your head up, and kissed him back just as softly.  
  • You felt him sigh and gather you up in his arms, a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth as his lips moved in time with yours. 
  • You raised yourself up on your toes, distracted from your previous concerns by the velvet touch of his tongue across your bottom lip.  
  • You slide your arms up his chest, anchoring your fingers around the collar of his tshirt, pulling his body a centimeter closer, crushing your lips to his.  
  • Namjoon humored you for a few moments, his hands brushing softly over the dip of your waist and hip and…
  • He pulled back with a soft pop of his lips leaving yours. 
  •  You groaned, dropping back to your flat feet.  
  • He grinned 
  • His eyes closing briefly, and he kissed you on the tip of your nose.
  • “Tell me what’s wrong, Sweets, and then we’ll see what we can do.”
  •  Your heart shuddered and you wanted to hide again, 
  • You had spoken of your image before, and he had laughed it off, giving you the standard reassurances 
  • That you were beautiful, cute, and “perfect the way you were”.  
  • You met his eyes. 
  •  “I am fat.  And I don’t understand why you want to be with me of all people.  You literally have your pick of every girl within Seoul but you chose me, a fat American girl who can barely speak Korean.” 
  • You turn away, tugging at the dress again. 
  • “I saw this in a store and I thought I would surprise you but I look like a fucking potato,” 
  • Namjoon didn’t say anything, but instead came up behind you.  
  • He turned you towards the mirror, 
  • Correcting  the strap that was slipping from your shoulder,
  •  His hands softly smoothed the red fabric over your wide hips.  
  • He stared for a moment at your figure in the dress, his eyes lingering at where the hem hit just above your knees and the way the neckline dipped just enough.
  • He rested his hands on your hips, his thumbs running small circles where your hip bones would be if you were thinner. 
  • Finally, after several beats, his eyes found yours in the reflection.  
  • Who fucking cares?” he asked.  
  • “What?” 
  •  “Who fucking cares if you’re fat? So what? Sure, you’re fat, but you know what else you are?”  He raised an eyebrow and flashed a half smirk at you.  
  • “You’re literally the funniest, kindest, most beautifully sexy person I have ever met in my life.  I don’t want one of those skinny girls who fawn all over me and the boys at the concerts and outside of the company.  They all look the same in those high waisted shorts and crop tops.  
  • You?  You’re unique and beautiful and sexy and chubby.  And, you know what, goddamnit?  You’re mine.” 
  • Your heart warmed at his speech, but the worry was still worming its way through your brain.
  •  “But what about my stomach, and my arms, and my thighs and my literally everything else?” 
  • “What about them?” he breathed in your ear, so gently that you almost thought you’d missed it. 
  •  His long fingers found the zip to your dress again, and you watched him as he undid it in the mirror. 
  •  “I don’t know what you see,” he muttered as he pushed the straps from your  shoulders and circled around to face him. 
  •  “But I see a tummy that creates the most amazing belly laugh that I have ever heard in my life.”  
  • He ran a finger down from your shoulder, catching the fabric and slowly pulling it down past your navel and hips.  He smiled again, but it did not reach his eyes this time, which were smoldering over your body, burning your skin as they traveled downwards. 
  • “I see arms that wrap around me so tight during scary movies, and fingers that tangle in my hair when we fuck.”
  • The dress tumbled past your thighs and crumpled to the floor.  
  • Now only in your bra and panties in front of him, and your knees were weak from his words. 
  • You could feel a pressure building between your legs as he spoke.  
  • “And that ass? Oh goddamn.”  He bit his lip and you heart fluttered, and then shuddered to a stop as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties.  
  • He rolled his fingers against the soft flesh of your hips, moving back towards your bum. 
  • Once there, he spread his long fingers around the cheeks, squeezing lightly. 
  • “I’ve always been an ass man myself, and Y/N, you’ve got an ass that knocks the air out of me.  Especially when you put your jeans on in the morning.  Ugh, and the way you walk around the place like you don’t know what you do to me.” 
  • Namjoon made you feel so many things: sexy, beautiful, and shy all at once, 
  • each emotion flashing over you until becoming muddled in a burning arousal. 
  • But now he was finally removing your underwear, letting it fall to the floor on top of the red dress in a puddle of black lace.  
  • He bit his lip as he undid your bra, watching as it too fell to the floor.  
  • You resisted the urge to cover yourself with your arms,and instead tried to accept the more powerful feeling of pride as his eyes and hands swept over your breasts.
  • He cupped the curve of your breast in his hand, and ran a soft circle over your nipple with his thumb.  
  • He ducked his head and kissed your collarbone, sweeping the air from your lungs.  
  • His lips traveled where they pleased, biting and soothing across your neck, shoulders, arms, and eventually breast.  
  • As he took one of your nipples into his mouth,
  •  you felt him smirk when you gasped and released a shuddering moan.  
  • He rolled the nub with his tongue, and then lifted his head to look at you. 
  •  “You are perfect, fat and all, and I don’t want you thinking that I would choose anyone over you.  I will always choose you.
  •  His eyes were serious and the bored into yours, but all you could feel was frustration at his sudden halt in activities. 
  • You shoved your feelings of inadequacy aside for now,
  • and accepted the warm and powerful lust that had erupted in your stomach.   
  • You didn’t put the red dress on again that night.

Another Side

Prompt: You want to ask Peter out to homecoming but what if he asks someone else?

Originally posted by jizemderler


“You know this is the 4th time this week you’ve been staying late.” Mr. Delmar states, “What for?”

I blush slightly at the thought of Peter saying yes, “Homecoming.”

You’re asking that boy, Peter, yea?”

The cat meows and starts rubbing against my arms, he’s hungry. I bet being a cat is way better than being human. Cats can eat whatever they want and don’t have to care about the consequences, plus they are lazy. I shrug, “Maybe?”

Well, don’t let me stand in your way. Take all the overtime you need, your secret is safe with me.” Mr. Delmar pats me on the back and starts to pack up. I guess that’s my que to get going. It’s already 11:00pm. Yawning I follow Mr. Delmar out locking up, “Night kid.”

Soon enough I get home about to face plant into my bed when I hear light tapping on my window. A man crouches, leaning against it. I cautiously open it to reveal the one and only Spider-Man, “Oh, shit.”

“A little help here?”

Oh, sorry.“ I help him from the window on to my bed. Bruises and blood cover his body, "What the hell happened?”

Someone had a knife.”

That’s all he told me as I started to patch him up. Why? Why am I helping this guy? I don’t even know him. I know about what I read in the papers but that’s it. I stare at him, something seems oddly familiar but shake my head and get back to work.

Your cute.”

A mad blush crawls across my face until I shake it off, “And you’re hurt. We are both very observant people. Why’d you come here?”

Your parents home?”

I scoff. “Maybe. Besides the point, why’d you stop here? Figure that you get lucky on the first try?”

W-well, I went to other apartments, t-they didn’t have their lights on.”

Strapping the last of the bandages around his torso and I nod at my work, “Should take some pain med.’s and rest.” I smile to who ever it was behind the mask. I guess helping Spider-Man wasn’t so bad after all.

Today’s the day I thought to myself, today’s the day I get to finally ask Peter to Homecoming. Homecoming should be a blast right? I mean, admitting my feelings to him will be a leap but it shouldn’t be that bad, right? Ugh. Straightening my hair I take a look at the clock, 6:53, gotta blast.

At the end of the day, opening my locker with a sigh I realize that everything is in place. I worked over time at the sandwich shop which got me a lot of extra cash, just enough to get a poster and food to ask him to homecoming.

“Are you excited?” Ned asks leaning up against the locker next to mine.

“More like terrified, what if he doesn’t feel the same?” Bitting my nails taking a quick look down the hall, he should be here any minute.

“He does.” Ned reassures. I reach for the poster smiling but I get stopped in my tracks.

“Oh my god! Yes, of course I’ll go with you, Peter!” A girl down the hall shouts. My heart plummets into my stomach making me freeze. All butterflies in my stomach have disappeared and a horrible drop dead feeling fills it. He smiles awkwardly and hugs her. I bite my lip, I knew it would be to good to be true. I was living in a fairy tale and now it’s turning grey.

“He does, huh?” I mumble.

“(Y/n)-” Ned tries to explain but I cut him off, “See you Monday.” Throwing my backpack over my shoulder I walk out.

The moment my apartment door closes tears fall down, they don’t stop and I start sobbing. I waited to long, I should have done something. About a half and hour rolls around and I’m still in the same spot. A knock at the door makes me jump. I wipe the tears but it’s still obvious I’ve been crying will my puffy face. I open the door to a smiling Peter, “Hey. Are you alright?”

“U-uh yeah, I-I just failed a test I was studying for is all. What are you doing here? Should you be getting ready for homecoming?”

“Aren’t you?” Peter asks walking into the apartment.

“No, the person I wanted to ask, asked someone else. Now, I don’t plan on going. So, if you don’t mind.” I start pushing Peter back into the hall way, “I have to do homework.”

“But it’s the weekend.” Before Peter could say anymore I shut the door and watched him leave, only he hesitated for a minute. He considered coming back in, but why? Doesn’t matter, maybe needed help in a class or something. I walk into my room and see the dress hanging on the door, a long white faded red dress that cost me a fortune, didn’t matter at the time though because I thought I would dance in it with Peter. I bite my cheek and plop onto my bed, I’ll only close my eyes for a few……


The window. Groaning, I get up to see Spider-Man leaning against it, “What’s up?”

I let him in, “Sleeping. Are you hurt? I really don’t feel like chatting.”

“I, uh, wanted to see how you were doing.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, your not.”

“Then why’d you ask? Love kills.” I sit down on my bed and stare at the dress, “It was for Homecoming, spent weeks working on it. I was gonna ask someone I love but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same.”

“Who says that?” Spider man quickly asks. I raise and eyebrow. “I’m just helping out the neighborhood.”

I chuckle at the name, “Peter Parker. Great guy. You should meet him. I’m sure he’ll patch you up. I guess it’s my fault, for waiting to long. Or maybe finding out this way is better because maybe he doesn’t love me-”

“He loves you.” Spidey blurts out, “I mean, he looks like he does.” He points to a picture on the desk with Peter and I together, him kissing my cheek because I won my game, sweaty, smelly, and all. Smiling at the picture I take it in my hands tears swell up, “Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”

“Then you’re right, because I love you (y/n).” Peter states. I turn around slowly to see him standing there, “What?” Soon his lips are on mine, sparks fly, fireworks in the background, everything gets brighter and everything stands still.

Peter pulls apart stuttering, a nervous mess, “I asked the wrong girl. I-I was going to go up to you with the poster but someone g-got pushed in from of me, y-you have to believe me.”

I smile with one of his hands on my waist and another on my cheek, “I do.” My arms wrap around his neck, “I love you, Peter.”

“I love you too, (y/n).”

“Wait, your Spider man?”

“Shut your face and kiss me.”

my girl and i became official last night!
we were out late, on my porch looking up at the stars and occasionally petting my dog and she had her arm around my waist and she speaks up quietly and suddenly “…so I think it’s safe to say we’re together… if that’s okay with you” and I kissed her temple and smiled into the kiss and said of course. it was magic, we’ve had a very intimate and loving connection for months since we met, we’ve been drunk, had sex, constantly share affection but we both have difficult fears and weren’t sure what we should do, even though we spend as much of our free time together as possible anyway. but last night we truly became Gal Pals™. and then later when we were kissing and laying in my bed she was above me and she even clarified to make sure we were on the same page and monogamous and everything was so perfect and ugh. 
i have the feels all over the place.

Secrets Exposed - Harrison Osterfield x Reader imagine

Title: Secrets Exposed
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Synopsis: Your relationship with Harrison gets exposed, thanks to Tom.
Word Count: 833
Warning: Slightly sexual but it’s literally like a sentence.
A/N: Written for anonymous - “Can I get a Harrison Osterfield one where they’re like dancing in the club and her and Harrison haven’t gone public yet and Tom accidentally posted a video of them dancing and stuff and just take it from there”

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When the Moon Light Hits Your Eye Roman Godfrey x Reader

Roman Godfrey

Roman Godfrey x Reader

Requester: lovers-on-call-13

Prompt: imagine being the girlfriend of Roman Godfrey and a friend of Peter and one day when you were walking in your wolf form you attacked and you cannot get back to your human from. Peter tries to help you but you just want to stay in the lap of Roman like a puppy

Warning: Mention of nudity and minor Roman humor if you squint 

Note: Innocent and Fluffy Puppy Child! Reader Version Here:

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Originally posted by lovershub

You were so not looking forward to tonight. It was a full moon out so as long as you don’t see it and keep your windows shut then surely you wouldn’t transform into a werewolf.  

But nope.

When you were walking across the hall to go use the bathroom your older brother left his door open and his blinds up. Moon light was pouring in from behind the glass so as a result as soon as the moon hit your eye the hairy and grotesque transformation began.

You raced down the hall and to the stairs passing by your mother as you rushed out the door.

“You left the blinds up again didn’t you?” Your mother sighed to your brother who was busy playing video games.

“Maybe why?”

She shook her head and went to the back door window watching as your skin peeled and ripped until all that was left was a wolf pup. You were adorable as a puppy but equally as cute as you were hyper and vicious.

Your mother sighed and decided to call your friend Peter since that’s where you always went when you were a wolf since he was the nearest werewolf. Your mother picked up her phone and called the man, sure enough he answered.


“Hey Peter this is (Mother’s Name).”

“Oh hey Mrs. (Last name) is everything fine?”

“I’m afraid not. (Name) is a wolf now so knowing her shes heading to your place. Do you mind keeping an eye on her?”

“Sure. I’ll call you when I see her.” Peter answered.

They said a few last words before hanging up and Peter sighed looking at his messy trailer.

“I was needing to clean it anyways. Oh, half drank bottle of beer. Eh still good.”

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Request: N/A but, @marveldcmistress , you said you wanted to be tagged in this!

A/N: First Lance fic!  I will definitely be open to writing for him again if any of you guys want to request a fic for him!  Hope you enjoy!

Lance Tucker x reader

Word count: 2030 (damn I’m wordy)

Summary: Lance never thought he’d be so excited about being a father… maybe now he’s a bit too excited… But, seeing Lance go all mushy for his baby is the most heartwarming thing you will ever see.

Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (morning sickness, cravings, etc..), super fluffy adorableness.

(Y/L/N)= your last name

(Y/B/N)= your baby’s name

(E/C)= eye color

(H/C)= hair color

 (GIF not mine)

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

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Best Quotes of Experimentation

Hey @redlance, remember that anon? That was me.
My “collection” of your quotes sprinkled with my thoughts turned out a mess tbh, and it’s kinda really late, and way too long, but here you go anyways:

Best Quotes of Experimentation, aka The Bechloe Bible™. Chapters 1-35.

[or: what you should read if u love that fic but ur too lazy for a whole reread.]

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bailci  asked:

This one for solangelo: "Who writes a diary/journal in which they confess their feelings for their bestie, who gets a little tipsy and reads it accidentally-on purpose"?.



Ari xxx

“Since coconuts have hair and produce milk, are they mammals?”

Will asked to no one in particular as he brought the fifth, maybe sixth, cup of cheap tasting beer to his lips, but a hand took it away.

“That is enough for you.”, Nico’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t want you puking all over the place when we get back to the flat.”

Nico kept talking, but the words were drowned out by the loud music and the fact that Will was very distracted by how good Nico looked. .

No. He’s your best friend. You can’t do that, Solace.

He’s your very pretty best friend that you want to be your boyfriend and kiss and cuddle and…

“Are you even listening, Will?”, Nico’s fingers snapped in front of his face, “Come on. I told you going to this party was a bad idea. You have a class tomorrow, for the gods’ sake. If you throw up in the car, I’ll kill you.”

Will puked on the ride home.

Will was half unconcious when Nico dragged him into their flat.

His eyes suddenly opened when he landed on a bed with an oomph.

“Stay there. I’m gonna shower, because someone puked all over me and my car.” Nico turned his back from Will’s reeking body.

“I said I’m sorry.”, Will said, which was muffled by the cushions, so it sounded like ‘I seumsowee.’

Their shared shower started running.

Nico took long showers. Will remembered it was Random Nico Fact #48.

Will turned so he laid on his back . He was still a little tipsy, but he just noticed they were in Nico’s room.

Then, he suddenly had a horrible realization.

Where was his phone?

It wasn’t like he neeeded his phone in his hand 24/7, but he didn’t know where it was and he couldn’t afford a new one. A college student with plans on going to med school can’t afford to lose thier phone and buy a new one.

He double checked his pockets and his jacket. Nothing.

Then, he noticed a drawer in Nico’s dresser open. He probably put in there.

A wave of relief overtook Will’s mind.

It was sat there next to Nico’s phone and a small handsized notebook.

He’s never seen the notebook before, and Will never snooped around in anyone’s buisness ever, but something about him made him want to see what the pages held.

He flipped through the tiny book. The pages were covered in Nico’s neat slanted writing. From the dates, Will connected the dots and realized that Nico kept a diary. It was strangely endearing. He found an entry relitavely recent, about two weeks ago.

Feb. 16

I can’t get him out of my mind.

Will took a sharp breath. Who the hell was ‘he?’

He’s so beautiful in every single way, but so damn clueless.

Jealousy raced through his veins. This guy couldn’t possibly deserve Nico. No one deserved Nico.

I wanna tell him how I feel, but I just can’t. I’ll ruin everything. I can’t, but sometimes I just want to grab his face and kiss him. And say, “I love you Will.”

The little notebook slipped from his fingers. That little diary entry sobered him right up. Millions of thoughts raced through his head.

Nico loved him.

He loved him.

Nico di Angelo loved him.

And Will loved Nico, too.

The bathroom door opened, and a steam poured out into the bedroom.

“Will, what happned you okay?”, Nico voice interrupted his thoughts.

Will bent down and picked up the diary. He heard Nico take in a sharp breath.

“What are you doing with that, Will?”, Nico’s voiced, heavy with fear.

Will turned to face him. Nico looked stunning. He only wore a white tank top and baggy sweats, which to Will’s delight were his. His hair still dripping from the shower. He was absoluetly enchanting.

“I’m sorry for reading it, Neeks, but- Well, I just wanted to say- I promise you that I’m not drunk anymore. I wanted to tell you this for so long… Fuck it, I love you, too.”, Will said, heart racing.

Nico stared at him with those big brown eyes.

He stared and stared.

Will’s stomach clenched with every passing second.

Did he get it wrong?

Was it another Will?

Since when did Nico know another Will?

Just as he opened his mouth to say that it was all a mistake, that he had it all wrong, a blur of dark hair raced towards Will.

Nico hugged him, softly laughing. “So it took you reading my diary to finally confess? You’re so typical, Solace, and I love you.”

Will’s shoulders relaxed from carrying the weight of the world. A crazed giddy smiled painted his face.

He hugged the smaller boy, breathing in his fresh scent.

“Can I kiss you?”, he ran his hands through Nico’s hair.

“No. You smell.”, Nico said, lightly pushing Will away.

Will pouted. “So after I shower?”

“I’ll think about it.”, Nico smiled up at him.

Will never got up to shower so fast. His hurry to get to the bathroom made a laugh bubble out of NIco’s throat, “Someone’s excited.”

Just as the door to the bathroom closed, “Don’t forget you’re cleanign my car tomorrow, Solace. Just because you’re my boyfriend now, doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”


He liked the sound of that.

AHHHH. I’m DONE. I really hope it’s good.

Hope you guys liked it.

Ari xxx

All the boys

Dan is forced to go to the strip club for a birthday and he unexpectedly has eyes for one of the girls working there 

Warning: smutttt

inspired by this 

Dan’s POV:

“Dan come on it’s gonna be fun” Phil told me through my bedroom door which I had locked for the purpose of Phil not being able to drag me there. “Since when did you find stuff like this fun Phil” I retorted
“Dan you know I don’t but its just manners we show up” 
“Phil we’re gonna be surrounded by thirty year old horny men being pervs” I groaned 
“Dan just get ready you don’t have to talk just stay on your phone” 
“ugh fine but you owe me” I compromised getting up from my bed. 

I lazily chucked on some black skinny jeans and a black button up, not caring if I looked like shit, I didn’t want to be there and they probably knew it too. 
It was Joe’s birthday and Caspar had decided to take Joe to a strip club to celebrate. A fucking strip club. And they decided that it would be a good idea to invite Phil and I. If you’ve talked to us for more than five minutes, you’d know we’re not strip club people, heck if you’ve even looked at us. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I sent the ask you wanted some clarification on. Yes, more like the first one you said. Like yoosung and MC are on a date and bump into zen. Zen and MC talk and yoosung would get jealous cause he thinks MC might like zen more. But if you like second more, I want to see your story more than my request! Is that okay?

So… to explain, I didn’t get this Idea at first, so I understood that the scenario was about one RFA member seeing another one on a date with someone random and feeling jealous because they don’t have anyone, so they vent to MC and she comforts them, which makes them process their feelings for each other. Since you’re ok with seeing this, honey, that’s what I’m gonna do! :D

Hope you like it ^^

RFA “jealous” of another member going on a date



  • It was all over gossip news: Jumin Han was seeing someone.
  •  Ugh… why does this get so much attention? Jumin isn’t famous! At least he shouldn’t be…
  • And… ugh…  how come even this emotionless robot can have someone while a guy so passionate like Zen is still single?
  • He told you all of that when he went to your place that night. H just felt like venting to one of the most reliable people in his life right now.
  • And of course, the beers he brought along played a huge part on him getting all emotional and admitting his jealous of Jumin’s love life.
  • “Zen, I’m going to be very honest with you…” okay “…I think you’re being overdramatic.” CRACK FACE! He did not see that coming…
  • Seeing him obviously hurt by your harsh words, you promptly run to explain yourself. “I mean… you know Jumin is probably trying to set a business deal, right? And even if he wasn’t, it would probably be someone his father insisted on him to meet, and since he is polite, he wouldn’t say no. We all know Jumin isn’t interested in dating.”
  • “Which only makes things more unfair. Ugh… the jerk doesn’t even want to date, but he at least has the opportunity…” “So… are you saying you’re envying a guy who’s basically on a date by force because he won’t go against his family’s willing? I’m sorry, Zen, this… this doesn’t seem like something you would want for yourself.”
  • “Why is that?” he asks curiously. “Because… you’re a rebel, Zen. Going on a date would be a great publicity stunt for you, but you would never date someone you don’t like, right? You… play against the rules, because you know the rules don’t make sense, and that is… that is pretty cool.” Both of you are surprised by your eloquence.
  • Zen stayed up late at night thinking about what you said. He always thought his rebelliousness could be a flaw, but you don’t think so…  you appreciate not only his beauty, but also this side of him.
  • And he always wanted someone to love his bad and good features. Is this someone… you?



  • It wasn’t a prank, Seven was really seeing someone.
  • He was happy for his friend, of course! But… uhm… Seven was a little odd, wasn’t he? Out of all RFA members, Yoosung was pretty sure the ginger will be the last to ever start dating.
  • But now that he is, the less likely to get someone is… himself. He’s not good looking like Zen, wealth like Jumin or committed like Jaehee, so… he’s pretty sure he’ll die alone.
  • That’s what he told you when you went to his place to play LOLOL and chill.
  • And, bless you heart, you were doing your best to take him seriously because you knew all his insecurities, but…
  • “Yoosung, you can’t be serious right now!” you held back a little chuckle when he pouted. Oh… poor thing, don’t be so mean on him.
  • “Let me explain, you know Seven is probably in one of his undercover missions, right? He’s always telling us about his imaginary girlfriend living in the binary world or something like this. I don’t… I don’t think Seven is interested in… leaving his imaginary girlfriend and dating someone for real.”
  • “Ahh, why wouldn’t he be, MC? He’s a little crazy, but probably is fun, he’s smart and rich, he would date someone if he really wants to… while me, on the other hand, really wants to date, but will never be able to.
  • “Oh my God! So dramatic!” you chuckle softly, then get serious and  place your hand on top of his. “Yoosung, if you want to date, you’ll date. And you know why? Because you’re a really nice, cute, sweet guy, who has more passion and fire inside than you think, so you’ll get anything you want one day. Whether is a girlfriend or your dream job, or… I don’t know, whatever makes you happy, because you’ll find a way to fight for it, you always do.”
  • He was blushing so hard. Not only because of your encouraging words, but also because of your hand holding his like that.
  • The only thing he wants right now is for you to never stop holding his hand.


  • Well, she knew this day was coming… Zen was dating his co-star.
  • This would boost his career so much, so she was happy for him as his fan. But as his friend, she was jealous, not of the woman for being with him, she was jealous that Zen was seeing someone and she wasn’t. Period.
  • She was used to it and pretty conformed she was never going to meet someone, but… this fact just hit her when she heard about Zen.
  • She shyly told you that when you were helping her to decorate the cafe she just bought.
  • “How do you know you’ll never meet someone?” you asked with a serious tone. “I mean… can you see the future or something?” oh, your tone was a little harsh, but judging from your smirk, you weren’t being mean to her.
  •  “Well, I don’t. But Zen…” “Zen… has nothing to do with this, okay? We don’t even know if this is some kind of publicity stunt his manager pulled it off. You see what I’m trying to say? We don’t even know what’s happening in the present, let alone what will happen in the future, Jaehee.”
  • “It could be, but… MC, let’s face it. What are the chances for someone like me?” “What do you mean ‘someone like you’? Someone smart, sweet and passionate? Someone so amazing that is taking new steps in her life but is still carrying some fears she had when she was an assistant? Someone who will overcome these fears because she already overcame so much with her strength? I know nothing about statistics, but I think someone’s chances are pretty high.”
  • Then you do this adorable playful expression, even though what you said was so serious and honest, she… felt like she couldn’t stop looking at you.
  • And then she couldn’t stop thinking about it, even after you left. She was starting to get more confident thanks to you, but now, she should be careful not to feel smug, your words were just too much flattering, somehow.
  • Getting all smug, can you believe? Well, maybe you can, since you’re the one who made her feel like that. Smug, powerful, happy…
  •  What’s with you and the things you say that make her feel this happy?


  • So… Assistant Kang is seeing someone, huh?
  • Well, he doesn’t really care as long as she doesn’t stop being productive and doing her job properly, but…
  • Somehow he thought Jaehee and him were alike in this way. Too busy to date, too little interested in the people that surround them and… this feeling that they would never meet someone able to give them what they need and want, but… this last part is only about him, apparently.
  • He told you this when the two of you met for a brunch in order to discus next RFA party.
  • But the conversation took this personal course, somehow. It always does when you’re around. But that doesn’t bother him, much on the contraire.
  • “I’m sorry, I’m not even sure if I got this right, Jumin, but… what exactly is concerning you here?” oh… he wasn’t expecting to be questioned like this, mainly because he didn’t know the exact answer.
  • “I… I don’t really know, MC.” “Oh… that’s good, actually. It’s good to not have all the answers, Jumin, it shows that you still have something to learn. You learned that you and Jaehee aren’t as alike as you thought, and now you’re learning to think about your own loneliness.”
  • “But people are always telling me it’s not good to be lonely, MC. Even Assistant Kang seems to agree on this.” “Well, I can’t be the judge on when loneliness is good and when it isn’t, and neither can you, but… you’re so smart and so much more sensitive than you think, Jumin. I think you will learn pretty fast on how to deal with this and how to overcome your loneliness when you’re ready, you know? And I… I’ll be here if you ever get too lost and need help, okay?”
  • You’re probably the first person who tells him he’s sensitive, and coming from you, it doesn’t sound that absurd. Nothing that comes from you sound wrong or bad. Never.
  • And when he’s with you, he never feels lonely. Why could that be?


  • Yoosung isn’t a forever alone anymore. Kudos on that, boy!
  •  It was about time, huh? Yeah, boy deserves it, he… really does, he’s sweet, he’s nice, he will probably be super devoted to his girlfriend, he… genuinely deserves to be happy.
  • If only he was more like Yoosung, he would deserve happiness too. But he is this depressed complicated guy, so… no girlfriend and no happiness for him.
  • He opened up to you, but immediately regretted when you showed up at his house to get the HBC he promised you.
  •  Because he hated how he couldn’t control his deepest emotions just with you casually asking him “Hey, what’s up?” He’s having an existential crisis again, that’s what is up.  
  • “Yeah, you’re right, you’re nothing like Yoosung at all.” Well, yeah… he just told you that.
  •  “I mean, he’s not even here and look how much he’s making you think about your own life. You never thought you would wonder so much about the paths of your life, did you?”
  • “Thanks to Yoosung? No, I didn’t, but I’m not really wondering anything, I’m just… stating something that is obvious. I will never be happy like him, MC.”
  • “Well, yeah, not like him. Because like I said, you’re different people. And… the fact that you’re different from him doesn’t make him better than you, Saeyoung. You’re different people, you deserve a different kind of happiness. And don’t try to tell me you don’t, you’re such a good person who’s been through a lot, and you’re sweet too, and so caring, look how glad you are for your friend finding someone! Actually, maybe you two have something in common, you’re both sweet and caring, and… you both deserve so much happiness. I… I’m not trying to be selfish here, but it makes me sad you don’t see how great you are.”
  • Well, the last thing he wants is seeing you sad because of him. He cares so much about you, he… cares, he’s really caring, you’re right. So… maybe you’re right about everything else?
  • Maybe you are, since he’s pretty sure he already found his happiness… with you.
Your Ginger Housemate - Part 4

I know it’s been close to a month, so I’m truly sorry for the delay.  I have many assignments to write and many exams to prep for. Unfortunately, I don’t know when I’ll be posting the next story for this series again, but I DO know that I will reply to questions and requests ASAP! 

Want to read the rest?  PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7(½) |  Part 7 (2/2) HERE

Originally posted by caspersbastardchild

It hadn’t been the same ever since the night Jerome had rested his head in your lap and placed his hand on your cheek. Just remembering the night sent a wave of butterflies through your stomach.  This was how you knew you had finally fallen for the murderous, rampaging, cackling psychopath. You’d always accepted for there to be slight feelings, but never this emotion. You didn’t want to say… love. No, that wouldn’t do. But those sneaky glances, smiles and brushes of your hands? ‘Ugh, it’s all so confusing.’ You slammed the plate you were washing into the sink, causing soap suds to splatter all over your front and onto the floor.

Jerome’s fiery head of hair popped into view from behind the couch, “What’s up doll?”

He’d been practically living on the couch for almost a week now, the bullet wound preventing him from doing much else other than sleep, eat, crack jokes and laugh. However, even laughing he struggled to do without hurting his abdomen. 

“Don’t worry couch potato, just me being a clutz.”

“So nothing new?”

You glared at his mischievous grin, knowing he only wanted a reaction. Shaking your head and continuing the chore, you mumbled under your breath,


You didn’t know how, but somehow, amazingly, he heard you because he started cackling. Cackling, which eventually halted with a cry of pain, “Shit!”

You ran over, not used to Jerome ever yelling out in distress. Except for the night, he tumbled through the window and was “stabbed” with a needle. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just, yeah. Don’t worry about it y/n.” 

Your brow furrowed in concern. Jerome seemed distracted, and what was even weirder? He was avoiding all eye contact. ‘That’s unusual. I wonder…’ Quickly, you yanked his shirt from his side to see a heart-dropping sight. The bandages, pristine only days ago, were now stained with blood.

“Jerome! Oh my god! This is bad, this is very, very bad. How long has this been happening for?”

“Well,” Jerome looked over at you, one laugh escaping his mouth, “You see dollface…”

“Jerome, do not dollface me, I want a proper answer.”

He rolled his eyes, his natural charisma taking place once more.

“Okay, okay. Jeez. It’s been doin’ it on ‘n’ off, all right?”

“And you didn’t tell me!?” Annoyance. Frustration. Betrayal. So many emotions began to fill your mind. You thought the two of you were growing closer. You thought the barriers were finally starting to fall. Now? 

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