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@jnhao

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Boyfriend!Jungwoo

Who: Jungwoo

Word Count: 2345 worrds

Warnings: None.

Request: Yes. “Hello, could you write boyfriend or dating aus for Jungwoo and Lucas??”

tbh I’m so soft for Jungwoo. I meant to finish my Jaehyun fic first, but I got writers block, so this ended up getting finished first. 

Jungwoo is a soft person, like the softest.

He’s shy but when it comes to asking you out, he’d be really straightforward.

He’d just go up to you and be like “You, me, date tonight” except a bit more eloquent than that.

And you are like wow what confidence, so you said yes.

The date would be amazing, like he’s such a gentleman and all.

He’d take you to a fancy restaurant and then afterwards take you on a stroll through the park.

It would be cute, like honestly, the cutest.

He’d want to kiss you but get really really shy and not do it, since he’s like it’s the first date I shouldn’t.

But then when he dropped you off back home, you kissed his cheek, and as you went into your house, he got really blushy about it all.

Honestly, after the date, he was so happy and all.

He’d probably annoy the hell outta his roommates telling them about the date for hours after, and Kun and Lucas are like shut up.

But he doesn’t, continuing on about how stunning you looked and how beautiful your smile is and all.

It pretty much gets the point Taeyong is like ‘shut up or you won’t be able to go on a second date with them’ and that gets him to shut up.

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Acceptance Post

Welcome to our new member of the Writer’s Network!

@sonoroustae

Here’s a list of things you need to do now that you’ve become a member:

reblog this post to let us know that you have gotten the news

add a link to the network somewhere on your blog

follow the #thewritersnetwork tag

when posting any writings that you want to share with the network, tag #thewritersnetwork in the first 5 tags

put a link to the network somewhere on your blog

if you’d like feedback on your work please add #feedbackwanted in the tags

if you would like more information please do read through the rules again and for a run through read this explanatory post

Please do not hesitate to message any of our admins if you have any issues or queries or even if you have a particular story/fic/poem you would like us to share. We hope you enjoy being part of our network!

New Techniques {Woo Jiho}

Prompt:  can i have a zico scenario where he makes you squirt and you’re embarrassed about it but it only turns him on more + leads to rough sex? tysm and love your blog so much!! <3

Author: Tay 

Pairing: Zico x Reader

Word Count: 2.420k

Warning: Overstimulation,

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ALL THE TIMES YOU KNOCKED || iii. the time you scared me

◦ pairing: reader x jungkook

◦ rating: pg [angst • tw; assault/battery, paranoia/anxiety]

◦ word count: 1.2k

⇠ ii. the time you didn’t actually need to borrow milk | iii. | iv. the time i made pancakes ⇢

all the times you knocked || m a s t e r l i s t

The overtime is pulling at my eyelids when I lumber down the long hallway to reach my apartment. It sits quietly at the end of the hall. All the lights are off, except one. A dim pool of soft yellow spills from beneath the door across mine. But, I don’t linger on it. I struggle instead, to balance my laptop and all the folders in one hand and fit my key into the lock with the other. It’s been a long day. A single manila folder slips from the top of the stack as I press my weight against the door. It won’t go anywhere, I think, so I shuffle into my apartment to set things down.

I release the weight from my arms to the dining table. The mock-up designs for my most recent client slips out of its file and to the ground. I reach for it, but there is a knock on the door before I hear it click shut. The pang in my gut and the heat boiling through my body makes me freeze. No, I clasp my hands to my head, pushing through my hair in panic. It can’t happen again. The hand that holds the door is nearly hidden in a black sleeve. I act fast. Lunging forward, hands spread out, I push the door closed. He’s not coming in this time. Flesh and bone and blood– he deserves more damage than to only the hand that caused all of this.

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