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me when my roommates and I are watching a show and they're talking about ships and I just have to keep my mouth shut because my ship is not on their menu

my ship has been mentioned but in a negative, "why would you ever think that" light. will be keeping my mouth shut.

me when my roommates and I are watching a show and they're talking about ships and I just have to keep my mouth shut because my ship is not on their menu

walked into the kitchen and my roommate's fiancé entered the apartment literal seconds later and I don't think they realized I was there because there's a wall sort of thing separating the rooms which blocked the door from my vantage point so they probably couldn't see me either but now they're just like in the living room and I have no desire to go in there and sit at the table doing homework while they're having their couple's time or whatever get me out of here please

I went and sat on the bathroom floor for like half an hour in the hopes they would leave but they are watching a movie now please leave :'(''''''''''''''''''''

walked into the kitchen and my roommate's fiancé entered the apartment literal seconds later and I don't think they realized I was there because there's a wall sort of thing separating the rooms which blocked the door from my vantage point so they probably couldn't see me either but now they're just like in the living room and I have no desire to go in there and sit at the table doing homework while they're having their couple's time or whatever get me out of here please

wait. dear goodness oh my gosh I think they're watching the chosen

walked into the kitchen and my roommate's fiancé entered the apartment literal seconds later and I don't think they realized I was there because there's a wall sort of thing separating the rooms which blocked the door from my vantage point so they probably couldn't see me either but now they're just like in the living room and I have no desire to go in there and sit at the table doing homework while they're having their couple's time or whatever get me out of here please

Roommate

entered the apartment

entered our shared bedroom (where I was sitting on the floor in the corner cuz I don't have anything like a desk)

turned the bedroom light on

rummaged around in a laundry basket for like 45 seconds

left the room

apparently left the entire apartment?

never came back it's been like an hour ??????????

My floor setup (I sit in the middle there)

Roommate

entered the apartment

entered our shared bedroom (where I was sitting on the floor in the corner cuz I don't have anything like a desk)

turned the bedroom light on

rummaged around in a laundry basket for like 45 seconds

left the room

apparently left the entire apartment?

never came back it's been like an hour ??????????

had a conversation with my current roommate and she ALSO has come to completely hate my alarm. you're so welcome everyone

sometimes, caring is loving oranges, and still giving three slices to your friend and eating the remaining two slices.

Hi! Could you write yandere bts (all members) with fear kink, con noncon, group sex and knife play..

You can write anything that comes to mind, thankss, Ps. I love your work!

😳 thank you ily!!! this was challenging but...

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: friends to lovers, roommates!au

warnings: oof everything mentioned above and more!!! implied con noncon, fear kink, knife play, rough sex, degradation, possessiveness, mentions of corruption, manhandling, dirty talk, outdoor sex, oral sex, creampie, this is basically a gangbang ahshdhdh sorry? 🤷‍♀️

You were such a pretty, little thing. Falling asleep on the way home was your first mistake. You startled when Yoongi rubbed your shoulder, lifting your head off of his chest.

"Finally," you sighed - then paused.

All eyes were on you, and for some reason no one made a move to get out of the car. You realized why when you took in the scenery outside the window. You weren't parked in front of your house; you were in the middle of the woods. The thick silence in the air made your heart start pounding wildly, your stomach twisting with unease.

"What's going on?"

It was Jin who reached over to open the door for you, a gentlemanly gesture that did not match his commanding tone.

"Out."

You wanted to ask if this was some kind of a joke, but your throat suddenly felt too tight to let any sound pass through.

"You better listen to him, baby," Hoseok murmured.

Blinking, you turned to Jimin for help, hoping to find some answers to your questions. All he did was smile at you. It made your knees feel weak.

Upon realizing you had no other choice, you stepped out of the car slowly, dry leafs crunching under your foot. The air was cool, the darkness of the night endless and thick with tall, old trees. For the small moment you stood there on your own, rubbing your arms, in a way you felt safe; and then they stepped out of the car too, making sure to lock it and hide away the keys. Suddenly you were surrounded, nothing more than prey about to be devoured.

There was a small part of you, naive perhaps, that tried to make sense of the situation in the most rational way possible. You looked at Jimin, once again searching his angelic face for answers. But the only one you got was so devilish it made your heart jump to your throat.

"What's wrong?" He asked, taking a step forward to place his lips right next to your ear. "Thought you wanted some excitement. Can't handle it?"

"What?" You finally managed to find your voice, though it came out hoarse.

Jimin laughed quietly. Your stomach turned upside down, sparks of heat spreading through it. You could feel it paint your cheeks pink as he whispered into your ear again, touching your elbow.

"You came all over me so hard last night. Care to remember why?"

He pulled away then. One look at you and he knew you remembered.

You didn't answer him, but the split second your gaze flickered to Yoongi was enough to betray your thoughts. Jimin's cat eyes caught on to that little movement immediately, amusement lighting up his face.

"Oh, that's right," he turned to the elder. "She wanted you to-"

"Stop it!" You hissed, grabbing his jacket in an attempt to pull him aside.

A strong pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, dragging you away from Jimin and locking you in place tightly. You turned your head, finding Namjoon narrowing his eyes at you.

"Calm down."

You couldn't calm down. Your heart was on the verge of bursting out of your chest, nerves mingling with this strange heat that kept on bubbling in your stomach. Especially since now, everything made sense. Struggling was useless; because Jimin already told them everything. He tsked at you, like he was disappointed, deliberately keeping his eyes on yours when he spoke up.

"What's wrong?" He asked again. "You wanted to be passed around, didn't you, baby? Changed your mind?"

There was no way to turn back now. You refused to break eye contact with him, unable to face the reactions his words might have gotten from the others.

"Go fuck yourself," you spat.

A low whistle sounded through the night, and the mocking laughter that followed caused goosebumps to break over your spine.

"Cute," Yoongi commented. "Let her go, Joon."

To your surprise, Namjoon did as he was asked and released you from his hold. You stared at Yoongi, your eyes widening when he reached into the pocket of his coat and produced a fine, silver knife from it. Its sharp edges gleamed in the faint moonlight. You could feel your stomach drop all the way to the ground below you.

He analyzed your reaction carefully, his eyes so piercing they seemed to be able to read you like an open book.

"Go ahead and run, sweetheart. I'll give you a headstart. How about it?"

Your blood ran cold. The last thing you wanted was to take the bait; but in the moment, knowing no other way out, that was exactly what you did.

That was your second mistake.

You broke into a sprint, diving in between the trees, your feet pounding against the cool earth. You couldn't see where you were going, or if Yoongi was already behind you; you were too afraid to look back. The adrenaline pumping through your veins made it hard to breathe, but it helped you keep going. You ignored the branches that pulled at your hair and scratched at you, shoving them out of your way.

You wanted to find shelter somewhere in the wide arms of the forest, not giving a damn about getting lost. However, any hopes for that were crushed when you were abruptly pulled back by your arm, the strength in Yoongi's hands knocking you straight into his chest.

He tackled you, pain shooting up your spine when you hit the ground. He caught both of your wrists and pinned them above your head, his eyebrows raised. While you could barely catch your breath, he only seemed excited, his eyes shining as he stared down at you. Like he lived for the thrill of the chase.

"Not bad."

His weight on your body felt too intimate. His free hand lifted to your face, the knife in it making you freeze under him.

"Now," he sighed, "let's get one thing out of the way. And I'd advise you to stay still, baby."

The warning was loud and clear. Still, the last thing you expected was for him to drop the weapon and reach under your skirt, his fingers brushing against your clothed core. Your thighs clenched on instinct. He looked up at you sharply, but instead of scolding you, he just furrowed his brows.

"Fucking hell," he breathed. "You're so wet."

The weight of his words was mortifying to bear, but you knew he was right. And you weren't quite sure how to cope with it. Your breath was coming out in unsteady shudders, your throat feeling dry.

"Oh baby," he muttered. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this. I can't believe Jimin got to fuck this pretty pussy first."

You whimpered, all the fight seeming to leave your body. Yoongi picked up his knife and pressed its sharp tip into your throat. It felt so cold against your skin. You tried to calm your breathing, your spine tingling all over.

"Let's get back to the others, hm? I'm not the only one who's been waiting."

Your knees felt like cotton when he lifted himself off you and pulled you up, the implications of his confession doing nothing but ruining your underwear further.

It wasn't long before you were back to the same spot you tried to escape from, your back leaning against Hoseok's chest as you sat on the cold, forest ground. Trapped. He kept your legs spread wide open and your arms locked in an unforgiving grip. The silver blade was running up and down your soft thighs, inching closer and closer to your panties, but now its handle was in Taehyung's skilled hands.

"Look at you," he cooed. "Trembling like a leaf. Are you scared?"

You lowered your gaze, feeling your own slick soaking the soft cotton material. The knife was suddenly beneath your chin, forcing your head up.

"I asked you a question."

"Don't bother," Jungkook cut in. "She just needs a little motivation."

He crouched down on the ground next to you, his boots crushing the leaves that were lying there.

"Isn't that right, honey?" He asked, tilting your chin towards him.

You swallowed harshly, remaining silent.

He stared into your eyes for a moment. Then his jaw tensed, his grip on your chin tightening.

"How about this," he offered, "you start talking, or I'll put that pretty, little mouth to better use right now."

A muffled whimper broke through your lips. You turned your head away, but you could still feel Hoseok's chest shake against you as he laughed.

"How is that supposed to motivate her? She's probably dying for it."

"No," you protested.

It was the first thing you managed to utter since Yoongi dragged you back here. Jungkook smirked, ignoring the scoff that came from somewhere in the background.

"I know my pretty girl so well."

You felt too weak to fight back anymore, your clit pulsing viciously, needy for attention. You couldn't tell why you could feel the heat of your own tears stain your cheeks; from the aching need to be touched, the humiliation of it, or the fear crawling through your chest. It was a twisted potion they got you drunk on, and they seemed to enjoy every second of it.

"Is she crying?" Namjoon leaned in, tilting his head. "She is."

"Poor baby," Hoseok muttered into your hair. Though his actions said otherwise, his palms pressing into your thighs to spread them further apart for everyone's viewing pleasure.

Your vision was blurred when Taehyung turned your head back towards him, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"No need for that, baby," he soothed. "Just be a good girl and stay still, and I won't hurt you. Okay?"

You nodded. It wasn't a verbal answer, but his eyes lit up nonetheless, the knife making its way back in between your legs.

This time, ever so gently, you could feel the cold tip slip beneath your underwear.

As though expecting your reaction, Hoseok's hands tightened on your thighs, holding them in place. His strength was a good thing, because with the way you flinched the sharp edge could have cut straight through your skin.

"Stay fucking still," Taehyung snapped. "This will only take a second."

Your chest tightened. Like a deer caught in headlights, you watched him slice through the ruined material, cold air hitting your drenched folds as he left you exposed.

You weren't sure who groaned. Their voices were starting to mingle together, your mind growing foggy with the intensity of the emotions rushing through you.

"Holy fuck."

"She's so fucking-"

"Focus," Taehyung demanded.

You didn't know how to. Frustration got the best of him, and without warning he grabbed your shirt, ripping straight through it.

"You know," he gritted, running the knife through your bra roughly to slice it open as well, "I was going to be nice and take things slow, but if you need cock to think straight, I'll help you with that."

"Fucking finally," Yoongi exhaled.

Too much. It was all too much.

Pulled from one direction to the other, you felt Hoseok's muscles tightening around you, blocking any movements from your side - whether they were accidental flinches, or attempts to escape.

The sound of a belt unbuckling made your head snap up. Jin grinned at you as he fumbled with the expensive leather, as beautiful as any sin, equal parts terrifying and thrilling.

"Oh, now you can focus?" Taehyung sneered. He was next to start unbuckling his belt, standing up to tower over you. His fingers trembled with desire as he pulled his jeans down, grabbing the back of your head and forcing you to kneel.

It was only then that Hoseok released you from his grip, the bite of late September air harsher without his warmth enveloping you. You pussy clenched so violently you couldn't help but shudder. You only had a second to take in the sight of Taehyung's cock, stiff, big and glistening with precum, before he pinched your nose, hard. Your mouth parted in a surprised daze.

"Gonna give you what you want, slut," he mumbled.

He pushed all the way inside, the sudden intrusion making your throat constrict. You coughed around him, attempting to push his thighs away from you, but he held you in place firmly, his head thrown back in ecstasy. The deep, filthy groan that left him made your cunt gush more, as did his forceful thrusts. True to his word, he didn't bother easing you into it, stuffing your mouth full and hitting the back of your throat.

"Holy shit," you thought you could hear someone gasp. Namjoon? "Don't fucking kill her, man." The concern would have been comforting; only it wasn't concern at all. "I don't want her passing out. I want her looking at me when I fuck her."

You whined so loudly someone swore, and Taehyung would have laughed at you if he could manage to do so between the moans that were flowing out of him. Your mouth felt so much better than he ever imagined. You gagged around his cock, unable to react when you felt somebody kneel behind you, their hands wrapping firmly around your breasts.

"Having a good time?" Jimin breathed into your ear, twisting your nipples softly.

Perhaps earlier on, you would have pushed him away. But your lungs were on fire and you were tingling all over, desperate to finally be touched; feeling so, so good. Too lost in a completely new headspace to remain observant or coherent.

Taehyung's hips came to a halt. With a grunt, he pulled his cock out of your mouth, leaving a string of saliva running down your chin. You collapsed forward and leaned your weight on your hands, greedily gulping in air. He was panting just as hard as you, if not more. The earth felt damp beneath your palms, your head spinning. You've never felt so used before, and so oddly high at the same time.

You barely caught your breath before Yoongi was pushing you onto your back, covering you with his body.

"Not gonna run again, are you?" He murmured, minty breath washing over your lips. "My knife is still here, little girl."

You were beginning to feel lightheaded, trembling beneath him, your heart thumping frantically against your ribs, like a frightened rabbit stuck in a cage.

You were so pretty. Even prettier with your pupils blown wide, fear and desire creating an addicting universe inside your eyes, all theirs to get lost in. Because if you thought you still belonged to yourself, you were wrong.

"You've barely been touched," Yoongi tsked, "but you're dripping like a dirty whore."

You hated how his words made your stomach clench.

The feeling of his hot, swollen cock dragging through your folds only added to the high, finally providing you with some long needed stimulation.

"Bet I could just," he mumbled, pushing the thick head against your entrance, "slide right in."

And as if to prove his point, he did, driving his cock into the heat of cunt in one thrust, until he bottomed out. You moaned, your stomach tightening, so deliciously full you could have cried again.

Yoongi hissed through his teeth, keeping still, relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. Jungkook knelt down beside you, stroking your hair.

"How does she feel?"

Yoongi grunted, burying his face in your neck. He wanted to use so many words. Perfect. Warm. Divine. But all that came out was a strangled, "Tight."

The view of the night sky became obscured by more faces looking down at you, shifting closer. Faces you knew so well but now saw in a different light for the first time since you met. And it seemed like the signs were always there, but you missed every single one; which landed you right here. Trapped in the middle of nowhere and being devoured at last.

Yoongi made sure to drag his cock along your walls slowly as he pulled out, until the tip was back at the entrance of your soaked pussy.

"Oh my god," Hoseok gritted. "Hurry the fuck up."

You didn't notice it before, but beads of sweat graced his flawless skin, his fingers wrapped around his cock as he watched what was about to happen.

You moaned so loudly Yoongi slapped his hand over your mouth, thrusting back inside you harshly. Your own hand was lifted off the ground, your wide eyes locking on Namjoon's. You weren't able to turn your head all the way, but you certainly felt the warmth and the grith of his length, even if you couldn't see it. His mouth parted as he helped you grip it. Your thighs started to shake, pleasure exploding deep in your abdomen, all the way to your already ruined cunt.

"Let her scream," Jin murmured, pulling Yoongi's hand away from your mouth.

He only grunted. He didn't care what was happening around him now that he was buried deep inside you.

With his hand gone from your mouth, you cried out freely, your eyes prickling with tears. You were going to come, and there was no way of stopping it from happening. You didn't want to stop it, either.

"Shit, let me- give me-" Jungkook stuttered, unzipping his jeans. "Give me a fucking minute."

You could barely keep up. He turned your head, pressing your cheek into the ground.

"She can scream all she wants later, just-shit- just let me-" he struggled, pushing his cock in your face. "Let me fuck her mouth."

He muffled your whines, his cock sliding in between your lips real quick, though unlike Taehyung, he made sure to stop just before he hit your throat.

"Ah, yeah," he breathed out. He squeezed his eyes shut, like he was afraid that looking at you now would make him blow his load right away.

"Oh shit," Yoongi groaned. Naturally he could feel your little pussy trying to milk him dry, tightening. "Are you gonna come, you fucking slut?"

"Of course she's gonna come. Let her."

"Yeah, I think she earned it. She's in for a long night."

You weren't sure who said that. Your muscles locked, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. Black spots danced in your vision, Yoongi's thrusts growing sloppy. He fucked you through it, his own orgasm following right after, making him moan obscenely. His cum was so warm when it rushed into you, the feeling dirtier than you could put into words, but exactly what you needed.

Such a pretty, little thing; so easy to pick apart. You were too high up in the clouds to notice that Yoongi had slipped out of you. Jin replaced him in between your thighs, eyes stuck on the cum flowing out of your twitching hole.

"My turn, baby," he sighed, slapping the head of his cock over your sensitive clit.

"Wait," Jimin groaned. "Sit up. I wanna see her."

And like the good friend he was, Jin listened, knees pressed into the ground as he pulled your ass back towards his leaking cock.

"Gonna fill you up real good," he promised. "Gonna fill you up so good you won't wanna leave the house ever again."

That's been the plan all along. Jimin's little confession of your secret desires only sped things along. It was most pitiful that you didn't seem to understand that at the beginning; you have always been theirs.

You could feel Hoseok shifting closer to your face, next in line to use your mouth, his cheeks flushed from excitement.

"Say ah, baby."

He sighed contentedly when you did, parting your swollen lips for him obediently. His smile was so sweet for a moment you saw a flicker of the Hobi you thought you knew. But then his hips pushed forward, and your jaw ached as you were filled again, tasting precum on your tongue. You were so far gone; you were so perfect. The wait has been worth it, as they knew it would be. Hoseok gritted his teeth, tangling his hand in your hair.

"What a good girl," Jin praised, still in his awe.

Their good girl. They loved you too much to ever let you go.

I’m ace/aro, and like... I don’t want a romantic partner. Like, ever.

I’m currently in a romantic relationship and... it’s really damn awkward because since COVID happened we’ve talked a total of four times. Four. In a year. I’m seeing him tomorrow and I’m planning on breaking up with him. I thought I felt attraction to him a year ago, but I really don’t.

I don’t ever want a romantic partner. What I do want is a roommate who will platonically cuddle me and be nice and give me hugs and help cook and be supportive of me without being romantically into me. I don’t want a relationship. I want cuddles and friends.

That’s it. That’s literally my life goal is to live a domestic life with a ROOMMATE, not a partner.

Arrangements Ch 1

Title: Arrangements. Chapter Title: It’s just a little crush.

Pairing: Lim Sejun x Reader. Mentions of Choi Byungchan and non mentions of Do Hanse, Heo Chan, Kang Seungsik, Han Seungwoo and Jun Subin as well as OC’s.

Summary: He was the aggravating fuckboy roommate of your best friends but maybe that’s what caused you to agree to such an arrangement. But will the arrangement work out? Between mutual friends, his other hookups and a certain romantic interest on your part, this could all be trouble.

Words: 6,500

Rating: PG13 but will eventually become M

Genre for this Chapter: College! au, Angst.

Tags/Warnings: Drinking, Mentions of sexual scenarios, mentions of possible drug use (a roofie), Mentions of someone possibly wanting to take advantage of someone (While Nothing happens I need to put this as a warning as it can trigger some past experiences readers have had)

Fic Series inspired Playlist Link:

Taglist: @a-mess-of-fandoms @dnyad

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You hated Lim Sejun and his band of one night stands. Before anybody assumes it’s a case of “oh she has it bad for him and she’s just jealous” you were in no way into him like that and in no way jealous of the Grey haired man you dubbed ‘FookBoi’ nor his female companions. He simply cramped your style.

When he moved into your best friends apartment as a third roommate you thought you’d have the same dynamic with your friends that you had had for about a year before his sudden appearance. But you were sorely mistaken.

It was Friday night and you had your body sprawled over the deep grey fabric of the couch with your sock covered feet lying on your best friend Do Hanses blanket covered lap. Byungchan had occupied the black leather like single seat to your right and you all were currently debating on whether or not twins were creepy. The debate brought to you by you all watching The Shining once again.

“How could you even think twins are creepy? It’s clearly just the matching outfits with the head tilting that eludes to the creepy factor” you were thrown into a fit of laughter as Hanse imitated the twin’s expression when Johnny first saw them, his lip ring glinting in the soft shadows of the single lit lamp to his right. Byungchans dimples were on full display as he couldn’t help but laugh as well. You really did try not to blush at his adorable face. You had a thing for one of your best friends and you couldn’t help it, your small crush had existed for around 8 months are you knew it was a matter of time before it was known.

You were admiring his soft contours of his face down to his defined jawline and back up to lip plump lips curled upward around his teeth as his focus was still on Hanses face when the front door slammed open causing you three to jump in surprise. Hanse grabbed your feet as if to use your unicorn print covered appendages to shield himself from the big scary monster he assumed had not only come through his front door but also used a key.

As you tore your gaze away from the man you had been admiring you looked up to see Lim Sejun walking passed the back of the couch with some blonde traipsing her body on his ebony leather jacket covered shoulder. He threw you a smirk as he had undoubtedly witnessed your admiration for his roommate. “Enjoy your movie” was all that left his lips before you heard a woman’s giggle and the closing of his door followed by a hard thump.

Pulling your feet back to your body you crossed your soft cotton short covered legs and snatched a fist full of buttery salty popcorn from the shared bowl in the center of the dark wooden coffee table situated in front of you. Hanse pulled the off white blanket closer to his body and used a black nail polish covered finger to press play on your movie. As you took another bite full of popcorn your munching was cut short by a woman moaning a loud “Unngh yes Daddy” Choking on the salty kernels your face took on a sour expression and you turned to see Hanse grimace and Byungchan blush a bright crimson followed by a shake of his head.

The sounds of what started as a soft mumbling were turning into a shrieking of sorts causing you and your best friends to stand up together and make a beeline to Hanses bedroom. You all knew it would be no use to higher the television to try and drown out the sounds of pleasure the two people in the room next to the living room were feeling. Clutching your beloved popcorn and fizzy coke you settled yourself in the middle of the light blue jersey sheet covered bed. Hanse with the fuzzy blanket from the living room took up the space to your right and Byungchan settled himself on your left, his long legs sprawled out, his green and yellow parakeet printed socks causing you to smile softly.

With a few clicks of the remote the movie had been ready to be continued but before you could immerse yourself into the infamous “Redrum” scene, Hanse decided to look you straight in the eyes and with an obnoxiously loud screech he let out a “ HOOOYAH D A D D Y.” His eyes rolling back into his skull. Fake gagging you shook your head and slapped his tattoo covered shoulder over his thin tank top. “I fucking hate you sometimes.”

Curling yourself into your oversized hoodie you got comfortable with both of your best friends, settling yourselves once again into weekly movie night. As the movie played you were brought back to what had just happened in the living room. While this certainly wasn’t the first time your plans were ruined by Mr ‘Fookboi’ himself, it still irked you. You knew this wasn’t your apartment and you had no say what happened around here but you missed the fun times you three had had without the possibility of hearing ridiculously loud sex take over the three bedroom apartment at any time of the day or night.

Hell, before Sejun moved in, the boys had shared an apartment with a man named Seungsik. He was genuinely nice and even joined in for a couple of your movie nights. It was peaceful and the only loud banging happened in the apartment was when Hanse attempted to make cookies and the clanging of pots and pans that most certainly weren’t used in baking resounded throughout the shared space. But that peace was cut short when Seungsik accepted a study abroad opportunity and Sejun occupied his space.

You spent about 4 days out of the week here and you swore there was a new female face that accompanied Sejun almost every one of those days for the passed six months that he had been living here. You were in no way sex shaming him as you believed everyone can do whatever they wanted with their own bodies but his choice in woman was sometimes infuriating. They held no respect that this was a shared apartment and it showed.

From the Brunette last week who had walked around in nothing but a towel while you helped Hanse study for his Psych midterm to the Blonde the week prior that you caught using YOUR purple toothbrush that you had left in one of the two bathrooms for nights you slept over. Like who the fuck uses a toothbrush that isn’t theirs? As you had taken in her party dress which you assumed she had been wearing earlier in the night when she followed Sejun to his room passing you and Byungchan grimacing over Hanses attempt at baking  muffins, covered frame and her makeup smudged eyes, your eyes narrowed in on your toothbrush between her pink stained lips.

“Excuse me, that’s my toothbrush” you said with a grimace on your face as she leaned down to spit the toothpaste that had been sloshing in her mouth into the sink, the white fluid making its way down the drain. “hmm? oh here” was all she replied before placing the toothbrush in your palm. It still had toothpaste on it and it took everything in you to not throw the toothbrush at her and go full on hulk mode.

Then there was the Red head a few days ago that you knew as Cynthia from your shared Calculus class. You had been making dinner for your best friends that had been having a difficult school week. Walking into the apartment with the the bags full of groceries using your key the boys had given you, you set the canvas bags onto the white counter before organizing them into piles of what needed to be made in order from first to last. Pulling together the pots and pans you needed your thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched whine and the sounds of a bed thumping against a wall. Glancing towards the door you saw what appeared to be a woman’s taupe coat. Shaking your head you let out a disgusted ‘gross’ and pulled up your Spotify playlist hoping it would drown out some of the sounds coming from the occupied bedroom.

Throwing the tomatoes and onions into a pan you let them sauté until they were caramelized and got started on putting together the garlic butter for the fresh baked french bread you scored at the grocery store. Grooving to your music, you went along with your chopping of vegetables for the salad followed by dumping a box of penne into the salted water you had prepared. Spreading the herby garlic spread onto the soft doughy bread you plopped it into the oven and checked your pasta.

‘Buss it Buss it Buss it Buss it’ came through the speaker of your phone and you let your body do a little twerk as you plated the penne a la vodka, salad and finally the warm garlic bread fresh from the oven, turning around you checked to make sure everything was turned off and grabbed your phone to check the time. “They should be home soon” you mused and poured yourself a glass of ice water. ’Is you FUCKIN’ yelling the fuckin part you wiggled your hips as you sipped your water and turned around when the sound of crunching put a halt in your boppin.

Your jaw twitched as you took in the Red head leaning against the island counter with a piece of garlic bread between her smeared lipstick covered lips. The smell of roasted garlic and tomato sauce hung in the air as you stepped towards the female eating the food you had just made.

“That food isn’t for you, you do know it’s rude to just eat what someone else had made without asking right?” you furrowed your brows at her and extended a hand towards the rest of what you had plated up. Leaning her head against her left palm she licked her lips clean of what looked like breadcrumbs and smiled. “Aww, were you making a meal for Sejunnie? if so, I can assure you this won’t get him into your pants, not when he has a lady like me right here. But it’s cute that you tried.” Opening your mouth ready to ask her what the literal fuck she was talking about, Cynthia moved her elbow along the counter followed by a ‘oops’ and a shrug of her shoulder.

Looking down at the tray that had skidded across the wooden floor when her elbow knocked down your garlic bread just milliseconds ago you let out an annoyed “are you fucking kidding me?” Looking unaffected, Cynthia shrug her pale pink covered shoulders at you and licked her index finger of what looked like garlic butter. Leaning down with a bend of your knees you started to pile the bread you now had to throw out onto the faux marble tray that balances itself in your left hand. You grit your teeth stopping yourself from saying much else knowing that it wouldn’t do a thing. Knees knocking against the floor as you reached for a piece that had gone under the counter, before you could grasp it between your deep purple nail polished fingers, a pale hand reached out and placed it down onto your tray.

Looking up your eyes met Sejuns light grey contact covered gaze and you shook your head head towards the woman he had just been fucking. “Some company you keep” you mumbled to him before standing up, lavender slipper covered feet coming into contact with the dark wooden floor. As the door clicked open you were met with an enthusiastic“y/n did you cook? your’e the BEST.” Hanse stepped through the threshold of the open plan kitchen and took in the scene. You with a tray of what looked like garlic bread, a furious gaze in your eyes, Sejun with his hand extended towards you and a red head smacking her lips along a napkin.

“Um what happened?” left Hanses lips as you tossed the food that had been in your hand into the trash and got to work looking for the swiffer they kept in a linen closet close to the kitchen. Your ears picked up on what sounded like Sejun saying out a soft yet firm “I called you an uber, they’re here already” followed by a sickeningly sweet “But Sejunnie we could spend more time together.” Rolling your eyes you entered the kitchen once again and wiped the wet wipe along the grease covered floor. “Domestic, cute” Looking up you stepped towards the red haired female ready to throw hands. You were beyond tired of her shit and weren’t going to take anymore. She fucked with food, precious FOOD.

“I told you to leave already” Sejun grabbed Cynthias elbow and guided her towards the front door. “But, ugh fine. Call me later?” she asked and he just shrugged his shoulder while walking her to the elevator.

Angrily throwing the swiffer pad into the trash you thrust the mop to Hanse to put away and bounded to the sink to wash your hands. “I fucking can’t stand people like her, Sejun needs to filter out the bitches from his list of hookups. I swear to god dealing with someone like her is not worth getting your dick wet.” You shouted and Hanse pat your back.

Byungchan’s soft head of hair leaning on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you sighed shaking the thoughts of Sejuns hookups out of your mind to focus on the movie that was almost finished. Looking to your left you smiled softly at the dimpled boys sleeping face. Hanse shifted on you right to pull his blanket closer to his body.

While Hanse was still awake you knew it would be a few minutes before he completely passed out like the sweetheart to your left had. Sitting up carefully you leaned Byungchans head onto a pillow and brought the comforter up his body while Hanse curled into himself mumbling a “you can sleep here or take Channies bed.” Shaking your head you let him know you’d be taking the couch as you tucked the bowl of kernels under your arm and balanced two glasses between your fingers of your fight hand as you maneuvered your way out of his room and to the kitchen. The soft lighting over the stove illuminated your trek to the kitchen and you spotted Sejun in a pair of joggers and an oversized pale blue t shirt sipping a glass of what looked like water.

Moving passed him you dumped the remnants of the kernels into the trash and carefully plopped the dishes into the sink to his right. To your left his eyes followed your movements as you cleaned up. “I’m sleeping on the couch so if you’re going for round two with whatever her name is, please keep it down.” you grumbled without looking at him and you made your way to the couch you had spent many a nights on. From the open kitchen you heard him shift as he placed the glass he had been drinking out of into the sink. “She left already, goodnight y/n” he responded and walked the few steps to his room, his door softly closing behind him and you shut your eyes, pulling the blue blanket that had been on the end of Hanses bed and you had snatched, closer to your body letting sleep overtake your tired brain.

The smell of sizzling bacon and warm butter invading your nostrils sending your senses in an uproar and your body to slowly open your eyes. Sitting up you still clutched the blanket you had been using tight around your body in a makeshift cocoon. Gaze scanning the kitchen behind the couch you were sitting on you watched as Sejun joked with Hanse while preparing the bacon that was sizzling in the pan below him. Hanse was mixing up more pancake batter and Byungchan was finishing a flip on the duo of cakes bubbling up in the pan he had been working with.

You could almost curse your stomach as an obscenely loud grumbled was heard in the open space causing all three boys to turn around and take in your messy bun that more like a turd flopping atop your head and your mascara slightly smudged under your eyes. Raising your left hand into what looked like a small wave you heard Hanse laugh loudly causing you to smile. “The Princess is awake” with a stern look in your eyes his smiled widened “I forgot y/n hates being called Princess, EHEM my queen.” Standing up you stretched your arms over your head and arched your back hearing the muscles pop from lying in the same position for too long.

Trudging towards the bathroom, you abandoned the blanket on the kitchen island on your way there. As you took in in your appearance in the bathroom mirror while you let the water warm you shrugged. Your best friends had seen you look a lot worse.

As you smoothed the foaming cleanser onto your hands and over your face you let out a soft sigh in content. Reaching into the cabinet under the sink you pulled your small body of makeup remover you had stashed there and massaged it onto your eyes to cleanly remove any remnants of eye makeup. Letting the warm water rinse your face of all impurities you got to work on bushing your teeth with your N E W purple toothbrush.

Letting your hair loose from its turd like confines, you softly ran what you knew as Hanses brush over your locks and shuffled back into the kitchen after your bathroom escapades were done with.

Tucking your hair behind your ears you poured yourself a glass of cold OJ and watched as the men finished with their Gordan Ramsey like cosplay of cooking. Giggling to yourself as the visual of Gordan Ramseys face on your friends bodies overtook you.

When you noticed the boys were just about done preparing the food you pulled plates from the cabinet and paired them with silverware for all four persons. A comfortable silence surrounding the room as you all piled your plates with food and made your way to the dining table to the left of the kitchen.

“Thanks for the food” you smiled out while cutting into your fluffy pancakes earning a wide from Hanse, a smile from Byungchan and a nod of your welcome from Sejun. Plopping a piece into your mouth you almost moaned at the warm syrupy goodness that coated your tongue, you could take the vanilla Hanses flavored the cakes with.

For the most part you all had ate in silence with the exception of Sejun and Byungchan talking about the college Basketball team Byungchan was on.

You had offered to do the dishes in repayment for the delicious breakfast the boys had cooked up and joined in on the conversation that took place in the living room when you had finished. Settling yourself on the cushion next to Hanse you let him ruffle your hair and leaned your head on his shoulder.

Hanse was like the brother you never had, you had known him since your first year of college, you small body nervous as all hell when you walked into your first Literature class of the year. Sitting next to you he had struck up a conversation when he took in the crescent moon earring dangling from your double helix piercing on your right ear.

From then on you all had become great friends, you had liked the same music and enjoyed some of the same aesthetics. A couple of months later you all had stumbled upon Byungchan at a frat party and a conversation about Liquor vs Beer ensued in the comfort of the lit kitchen. Before you knew it you all had drug your asses to waffle house for 4am food to nourish your alcohol filled bodies. You both becoming fast friends with the tall teddybear of a man.

A year later and the two men rented an apartment together inspired by the fact that you had been living in an apartment with your roommate since the middle of your freshman year. They had invited you to be their third roommate but you were on a multi-year lease and to be honest, you didn’t mind your roommate. You loved your friends but you liked being able to come home when you needed alone time or just girl time. Lately you had been spending more time at your best friends house due to your roommate having her boyfriend over a lot more before he graduated later this year and you wanted to give them alone time.

Musing to yourself on how grateful you were for their friendship you took in the effortless conversation between all three men. You knew they had been friends with Sejun for sometimes prior to him moving in but you hadn’t really taken in how friendly they were all with each other. You had to admit it put the moving mattress of a man in a new light.

“Favorite Nirvana song..3..2…1.” Hanse blurted out. All together four answers were heard at once “Lithium” you heard Hanse shout which you had already known. “All Apologies” Byungchan smiled and “Come as you are!” you and to your surprise Sejun yelled at once. “oof we have a tie.” Hanse said followed by a “Okay, okay.. Favorite BEYONCE song 3…2…1”

“Wait wait, Beyonce solo or Destinys Child included cause that’s a whole other convo” you added in before anybody could answer before taking a sip of your ice water and roaming your feet into the blanket you had been using. “Solo Beyonce” Hanse answered before shouting his countdown once again.

“Crazy in love OG version” Hanse shouted, “Formation” was Byungchans answer. “Irreplaceable” Sejun answered while tilting his head onto his palm with his elbow resting on the arm of the couch to your left. “If I were a boy” you smiled at the lyrics invading your thoughts. “But seriously Yonce is a fucking icon and you can’t just pick one song, that’s like ILLEGAL!” you added which earned claps from your best friends and a genuine smile from Sejun causing you to cock an eyebrow at his dimples cheeks.

The familiar ding of your phone signaled a text and you entered your password into the drive while vaguely listening to what the three men were talking about. Sending a message in reply to your friend and classmate Haley you tossed your phone back onto the coffee table in front of you and leaned back onto the comfy cushions behind you. “Oh shit y/n I almost forgot! Heo Chan’s frat is having a party tonight and i’m making you come with” The inky haired man to your right said with a clap of his hands, his rings clanking against each other. “Oddly enough that’s what Haley was texting me about and I already agreed to go with her since i’m obviously the best wingman ever. I also love how you weren’t planning on giving me a choice on going.”

“I wasn’t giving you a choice because I knew you couldn’t say no to this face” with a pucker of his pink lips, Hanse folded his fingers under his chin leaning closer to your face in a mock pout. Rolling your eyes you flick his slightly exposed forehead with a painted index finger. “Yeah yeah yeah.”

“Byungchannies going too and I think Sejun may show up too” Hanse added and you nodded. You knew Byungchan would go, with him being good friends with Chan and Seungwoo from Lambda Tau Nu or VTN for short. Sejun going came as no shock to you either knowing the amount of girls that would be wanting him to go with them and of course leave with them as well.

Checking the time on your apple watch linked onto your wrist with its black leather strap, you stood up throwing the blanket that kept your legs warm onto Hanses lap and grabbed your phone while looking for your slippers you had worn there. It was a little passed two in the afternoon and you knew you need to go home, shower and then later prep for the party. “Imma head out to freshen up, see you later. Hanse you picking me up?” with an of course heaving your best friends mouth you left the comfort of the three mens apartment and heading off to your own.

Smoothing your warm vanilla and rose body oil over your freshly shaven legs you checked your phone noting you had a little over an hour to finish getting ready before Hanse and byungchan would be pounding on your door. You had just finished pulling your black satin bra and panty set when your doorbell sounded off. Wrapping your fluffy white robe close to your body you opened the door to a smiling Haley who was carrying what you presumed to be her “getting ready shit” and a bottle of Svedka.

“Pre game sweets” she said when she caught you glancing down to the bottle clutched between her fingers. With a slight smile and a shake of your head, you both headed towards your room to finish getting ready.

Checking her ass in the mirror, Haley gave a little booty jiggle in her skin tight taupe body con dress that accentuated her deep mocha colored skin. You had just finished styling your straight hair with some silkening gloss when Hanses called signaling them leaving their apartment and heading towards yours. Sliding your feet into your black suede high heeled ankle booties you smacked your medium toned nude lipstick covered lips and followed Haley into the kitchen.

When the boys got there Haley demanded a pre game shot and you all but obliged. With a slam of the clear shot glass onto the faux marble counter you all headed out, following Hanse to his small Silver SUV.

Pulling up to the long street of parked cars in front of the VTN house you shook your head at the seemingly already drunk couples making out in the bushes and a half naked guy running down the lawn with a V painted onto his chest in what looked like red lipstick.

Entering through the oak double doors behind Byungchan you squeezed his shoulder as he maneuvered you all through the crowded entrance. Settling on a quieter side of what you knew from a few parties here as the living room, Byungchan excused himself to bring you all some drinks and you surveyed the area you were in. A couple of kegs were a few feet to your left where some guy you recognized as Subin was performing a keg stand. The two couches and coffee table were pushed closer near a wall where the stairs leading to the second floor bedrooms was to make the makeshift dance floor where bodies were rhythmically shaking the hips. Behind you to your right was the brightly lit kitchen when bottles lined the counters and bags of chips were strewn everywhere.

As you surveyed the kitchen you noticed Byungchan talking to a girl you knew as Emi. Byunchans dimples were on full display as he laughed at whatever she had been saying causing a soft bloom of rose to flush onto her pale cheeks. Leaning down to stir her drink her light brown hair fell slightly over her face to which Byungchan leaned forward and swiped his fingers over her forehead and still blushing cheeks to tuck her shoulder length hair behind her right ear. Noticing your gaze, Hanse chimed in “Oooooooh is Channie finally making a move on Emi? He’s been into her for like a month now” Whipping your hair around towards the tattooed man your deep brown smokey eyeshadow covered eyes widened slightly.

“He what now? How did I not know about this?” Hanse furrowed his eyebrow at your seemingly upset look and Haley cleared her throat. Haley had been the only person who knew about your crush on your friend from a night of one too many Vodka Tonics and Tequila shots. “I only knew about it cause I caught him shooting her google eyes and I asked him what was up until he fessed up.. why do you look? wait..y/n did you?” With a tick of your jaw you shook you head pleading with him not to continue his question.

“Since when?” was all he asked and you softly told him the answer. “But it’s fine, I honestly didn’t think much would come from it. I wasn’t sure how our friendship and the dynamic would work if we ever got together” You ran your thumb along the hem of your black and deep green plaid skirt. “It’s for the best, I’m glad he looks happy.” you were being honest, you wanted your friends to be happy and that’s all that had mattered to you. Yes you were a little heart broken but it was better than him finding out about your crush and you getting rejected then, or you all getting together then later breaking up and you losing one of your best friends and Hanse being stuck in the middle of his two best friends.

With an are you sure? Hanse headed off to the kitchen when you nodded your head and sighed. “God you’re such a good person babe, I would’ve been like ‘HELL NO IM NOT OKAY I AM A HEARTBROKEN WOMAN ON THE VERGE OF A MELTDOWN’” Haley whisper screamed into your ear and you felt yourself smiling at her over dramatic theater kid self.

“Ugh Chan looks so good” biting her deep fuchsia colored lips Haley wiggled her eyebrows and you shook your head. You knew she was staring at his ass in those tight light wash jeans as he talked to Hanse and Byingchan in the kitchen.

“Oh shit he’s coming over here” Fluffing her black shoulder length curled hair Haley pushed her boobs out by straitening her back causing you to giggle and accept the drink Hanse handed you. “Hey Haley hey y/n” Chan smiled causing adorable dimples to grace his cheeks. ‘Do all these men have dimples or what?’ you thought and shook your head slightly.

With a hello and a thank you for invited us you let Haley grab all of Chans attention with a conversation about Musicals. Hanse caught on to what you were doing and stepped further away from the two, taking you with him.

You had been talking to Hanse about Haley and Chan when Byungchan stepped in front of you both with Emi right behind him. “Hey guys, this is Emi” Hanse smiled and gave her a little wave. Suppressing your urge to be jealous and petty you took a deep breath and nodded towards her “Hi” leaving your lips. As Byunghcan talked to you both about how sweet Emi was and how they had been talking but it hadn’t been anything serious, you gripped your glass in your right hand and tilted your head back drinking all of its contents in one go. The familiar warm burn of alcohol siding down your throat and distracting you from Byuns dimples as he spoke so highly of the female clutching onto his right arm.

Taking in the girls pale blue satin liken dress and beige sweater handing off of her arms you had to admit she seemed nice, very demure and soft spoken but nice. “You’re so pretty, Byungchan didn’t do you justice when he told me about his best friends” Emi genuinely smiled at you and you thanked her. Needing a refill of your drink you excused yourself and headed towards the kitchen.

Setting your glass on the counter you got to work mixing Rum and a splash of coke. Taking your first sip you nodded and hummed at the taste. If you were going to deal with your crush and best friend finding a girlfriend you definitely needed something strong. Taking another sip you leaned your hip against the counters and slowly moved your head in a circle to relieve the tension you had been building up. You felt your body starting to heat up from the amount of bodies in the house and the alcohol flowing freely through your veins as you finished your second drink with a long chug.

Shrugging your oversized medium blue denim jacket off of your shoulder you looked for a suitable place to hide it from partygoers. Situating your jacket behind bottles of soap under the sink you made a note on your phone letting you know where you hide it in case you forgot and needed to retrieve it the next day.

Pouring yourself another drink you capped the Rum when you were done and sighed as the breeze from the overhead vent licked against your skin in your black crop top and plaid skirt. “Damn, now that’s a drink” came from your left causing your to look up with an arch of one of your eyebrows. Liam Martinez stood in front of you with a smile of his pearly whites and you couldn’t help but smile back. You recognized the Wide Receiver of your college football as you shared a literary course with him. You actually also shared that class with Sejun as well.

“Want one?” you asked with a smile to which he shifted closer to you and handed you his red cup. “Yes ma’am” you opened the same bottle you had been using and started pouring it into his glass, followed by a splash of the open coke to your right. Scooping a bit of ice from the bag in the sink into his glass you handed it back to him which he accepted gratefully.

“So, what’re you doing here? or better question, why are you drinking alone in a kitchen full of bottles?” Leaning your hip against the counter you quirked you lip slightly over you glass. “Well if anybody was drinking wouldn’t it be better to drink in a room full of bottles?” Chuckling at your retort Liam placed a hand on the counter and sipped his drink waiting for you to continue. “But if you must know, I finished my drink my friend made me and came to make another, plus they were having a convo I didn’t really feel like being a part of” you let the last bit slip out with a shrug of your shoulders.

With a ‘hmm’ in acknowledgment you two started a pretty nice conversation about your shared class and the frat house you were currently in which Liam had been a part of. Feeling the buzz flowing through your body you accepted his offer when he asked you to dance.

With your hand tucked into his you made your way to the dance floor and wrapped your arms around his neck as the music thumped around you. Settling his hands on your hips he pulled you closer to him, swaying your bodies to rhythm of the bass. Under the soft lights in the dark living room Liams light brown hair shined. Liams hands trailed up and down your hips, eventually turning you around pulling your back into his white t shirt and blue plaid covered chest feeling his muscles rippling against your back.

Leaning your head back onto his chest you ground your hips back into his and smirked. The alcohol coursing through your veins lending confidence to your dance moves as your began to grind with him in the middle of the other swaying dance partners crowding the space.

Another song came to a finish and you felt your body heating up tremendously. With a huff of air escaping your parted semi glossy lips, you knew you needed water and as Liams fingers grazed up your left thigh you excused yourself telling him you’d be right back but he had insisted on going with you.

Reaching the kitchen you looked for a clean empty cup to be the vessel that you needed to quench your thirst and hopefully cool your body down. Liam handed you an opaque red cup from the stack of downturned cups and you poured yourself some water from the fridge and took a long sip relishing in the fresh cool liquid cooling your body down and causing a small shiver.

“Hey can you pass me a coke from the fridge?” The taller man in font of you asked as you were closer to the fridge than he was and you nodded thinking nothing of it. Opening the metal fridge you looked around on the middle shelf before your eyes landed on the signature red cans, plucking one from the shelf you turned and stepped your way back to Liam, handing it to him which caused him to smile his pearly whites in return.

“Hold on, did he just drop something in y/ns glass?” Hanse voiced out while putting a black nail polished hand up in a stop motion after his eyes had zeroed in on the man in question drop something that looked like a small white circular pill into your drink. Earlier in the night Sejun had been talking to Hanse when they both noticed you dancing with Liam, he couldn’t quite place where he knew him from but after Hanse voiced what he had just seen, he remembered a girl he had hooked up with a couple of weeks ago said that after she had hooked up with Liam about a week prior. She had been looking for her shorts and found what looked like roofies on the floor in a bag under his bed. Sejun had asked why she didn’t report him to which she just shrugged and said Liam hadn’t done anything to her and she wasn’t sure that’s what they were so she wasn’t going to start trouble.

With a narrow of his eyes he peeled Tashas hand from around his torso and bounded off into the kitchen following Hanses fast steps towards your figure holding a red cup smiling up towards the tall figure in front of you.

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ANNNND chapter 1 is done! I’m going to try to update this pic every week but i can’t make any promises as i’m also writing a Jungkook Magic/au fic series.

I hope you enjoyed the read and pls let me know of any errors you come across as this is partially unedited and i don’t have a Beta reader or anything of the sort. ILY

-C/Potittiess

Dear people living on your own for the first time:

Here’s some advice I wasn’t told from the myriad of posts before that I wish I’d been given before

Wash the OUTSIDE of your pots and pans as well as the cooking surface. I’ve had a few roommates now who have only cleaned the inside and I’ve had to replace a $150 set of cookware twice.

“its only one time, how bad could using metal on nonstick cookware really be?” very bad. don’t do this.

Buy a rice cooker. Buy the middle tier rice cooker. Cheap ones will burn your rice, high tier ones are too expensive. Rice is good and cheap and, really, you don’t actually have to wash it if you don’t care about making gourmet food.

Buy band-aids. You don’t think you need band-ads until you need a band-aid, and by then it’s too late. (if you don’t follow this advice, a paper towel and some tape is an acceptable solution while you go get real bandages and neosporin)

You are on tumblr, which means you probably spend most of your time in one spot on a computer or phone. if this spot doesn’t have a trash can in arm’s reach, put one there.

 I spent 4 years piling trash on my desk in increasingly precarious ways until I had a designated area to put it. Trash cans can and should go anywhere there is a frequent generation of trash, typical locations be damned.

If you live with one or two roommates, discuss placing empty boxes in the back of your fridge and freezer. You probably don’t need all the space that the standard 5-person-family fridge provides, and tupperware will be shoved back there and left to stink up the entire appliance.

Get a wall calendar, put it somewhere communal, and have everyone put their household-relevant schedules on it. Communication is by far the weakest link with roommates (even good ones!) and having something to reference for appointments is always good

→ yoongi x reader (tiny bit of taehyung x reader)

→ when the pandemic first started, you never thought you'd have to stay quarantined in your apartment with yoongi, one of your roommate's friends and a guy you've never met. and you definitely did not expect you'd end up falling for him.

→ genre: fluff, angst, roommate au (?), f2l, s2l, eventual smut

intros

💭 01 – who's yoongi

💭 02 – third wheel

💭 03 – send a heart

💭 04 – your simp is showing

💭 05 – a bunch of hags

💭 06 – jealous boyfriend

💭 07 – or whatever

💭 08 – bestest of best friends

💭 09 – promise ✏️

💭 extra

💭 10 – delusional

💭 10.5 – company

💭 11 – enemies to lovers

💭 12 – someone like you ✏️

💭 13 – workaholic

💭 14 – pretty girls

💭 15 – angel

💭 16 – fucking butterflies ✏️

💭 17 – waffles for breakfast?

💭 18 – missing something

💭 19 – celebrate with my babies

💭 20 – not so sure anymore

💭 21 – happiest of birthdays

💭 21.5 – 4lifers

💭 22 – all yours ✏️

💭 23 – more than friends

💭 24 – you and him?

💭 25 – future boyfriend

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Discord Discourse (knj)

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summary- Kim Namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server… dedicated to him. With new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?

word count- 2.8k

pairing- idol!Namjoon x fanfic writer!Reader

rating- PG15

genre- internet relationships, s2(maybe)lovers, angst, fluff, slightly smutty

warnings- pretty angsty, a little sexting but not actual sexting, superficial conversations portrayed as deep (lol im sorry I didn’t want to make this too long), infatuation, open ending, talks of a daddy kink

a.n.- this was not supposed to Joon’s bday drabble but it somehow ended up so lol. this is for all my fic writers out there. please don’t hate me for what the reader did… there may or may not be another part in the works oops lol

Thanks to the beautiful @raplinesmoon​ for helping me brainstorm, beta and fix the ending!!

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

- Kim Namjoon had a bad habit.

It wasn’t like watching too much porn, although it was somewhat like that. It wasn’t googling himself to read comments on his videos, although it was somewhat like that. It wasn’t talking to his fans incognito, although it was exactly like that.

Sitting in his room, in his boxers, he had all the lights off. His eyes were fixated on his screen, two fingers hovering over the touchpad of his laptop as he scrolled periodically. He pushed his glasses back, his face luminated by the blue light of his screen and swallowed, ignoring the way his stomach knotted and his face heated.

Kim Namjoon had a bad habit. And it all started when he joined a random discord server named after his studio. Of course he never revealed himself. To the unsuspecting largely female members, he was John, an autocorrect happenstance that granted him his anonymity. Not that anyone would believe he was him anyway. Not in these circles.

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My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold || KNJ || Masterpost

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Complete!)

Rating: NSWF - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, slow burn, eventual smut

Pairings: KNJ x female reader, unrequited KTH x reader

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love. 

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.  Warnings: pov changes - some scenes are namjoon’s pov, conversations revolving around the past loss of immediate family members, language, drinking, angst, a LOT of poetry sorry, eventual smut - sections will have individual warnings

Author's Note: huge thank you to @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii for beta-ing and listening to me talk about this series a LOT!!! Second thank you to @/jeonqkooks for the gorgeous banner and ALSO for listening to me talk about this way too much lolllll

Series Teaser:

Namjoon peers at you through eyes squinted in suspicion. “How drunk are you?”

You consider this. “Enough that I want to kiss you again, to hell with the consequences. Not too drunk to remember that there would be consequences.”

The playfulness leaves his face; it’s too obvious not to notice. “Consequences like what?”

It’s a challenge. He knows you know it.

“Namjoon,” you say, a little pleading. Don’t. 

“Consequences like Taehyung would see?” he presses. His voice has gone hard.

I. Your Wild-Running Heart | 7k

II. My Devotion's Been an Ocean | 7k

III. So I Speak Your Name | 7.5k

IV. Something Has to Change | 7.5k

V. Say What You Mean | 6k

VI. Don't Think About Him | 6k

VII. Supposed to Be With You | 6k

VIII. Nothing Grows Here | 5.5k

IX. Heedless and Willful | 8k

X. So I Follow | 7.8k

XI. All of It | 8K

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Extras:

-> The apartment's layout

-> Section II Poetry Analysis

-> Section III Poetry Analysis

-> Section IV Poetry Analysis

-> Section VI Poetry Analysis

-> Section VIII Poetry Reading and Analysis

Fix You Masterlist

hybrid!Min Yoongi x female!reader

Summary: When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, fluff

Word Count: 36,863

Rating: M

Warnings (topics may not appear in every part): minor character is a dick to animals, mentions of a gun, main character injury (non-serious), discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six 

Part Seven

Part Eight 

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen - End.

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FY Bonus Masterlist

Read more about the characters and the universe of Fix You from the 100 Days of Fix You Celebration

The Fix You Ending Celebration

Celebrate One Year of Fix You!

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—Belong

one year to prove you can fend for yourself. one year to keep your parents from making the most important life decision for you. one year to still carry the perfect life for the media whilst carrying a simpler one for yourself...

and way less than one year for you to realise you belong in the latter, with that cynical new roommate of yours.

pairing: artist!kim taehyung x heiress!reader

genre: fluff, angst, humor, social media au, enemies to lovers, roommates au, arranged marriage au, non-idol au

status: completed

schedule: whenever i have time to because uni is taking up most of it lol. i will announce an update is coming beforehand though!

keys:

🖋: written part/drabble

playlist

a/n: she’s here! i really hope you guys enjoy this au because i already am attached to it lol. and yes, i am A Sucker for artist taehyung, don’t even @ me. introductions coming soon! let me know your thoughts!

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🥀 part one — introductions

🥀 part two — designer undies

🥀 part three — ariel

🥀 part four — gold digger

↳ bonus 🖋 — coffee shop

🥀 part five — missed you

🥀 part six — homesick

🥀 part seven — popcorn

↳ bonus 🖋 — puzzle pieces

🥀 part eight — not that bad

🥀 part nine — fix it

🥀 part ten — picasso

🥀 part eleven — ice prince

🥀 part twelve — pretentious

🥀 part thirteen — burgers

🥀 part fourteen — 20/10

🥀 part fifteen — eavesdropping

↳ bonus 🖋 — brat

🥀 part sixteen — thought so

🥀 part seventeen — (no) feelings

🥀 part eighteen — pinky promise

🥀 part nineteen 🖋 — secrets

🥀 part twenty — ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

🥀 part twenty one — tea

🥀 part twenty two — double-booked

🥀 part twenty three — master plan

🥀 part twenty four 🖋 — sweet night

🥀 part twenty five — liar

🥀 part twenty six — worlds collide

🥀 part twenty seven — pizza night

🥀 part twenty eight — pillow

🥀 part twenty nine — dirty work

↳ bonus 🖋 — no fun

🥀 part thirty — apartment hunting

🥀 part thirty one — number three

🥀 part thirty two 🖋 — scenery (m)

↳ bonus — love you the most

🥀 part thirty three — home

🥀 part thirty four — the kim’s

🥀 part thirty five — heartshaped cake

🥀 part thirty six — wife material

🥀 part thirty seven — birthday brat

🥀 part thirty eight — cockblock

🥀 part thirty nine 🖋 — fall out

🥀 part forty — feel the emo

🥀 part forty one — give up

🥀 part forty two — sleep on it

🥀 part forty three — service error

🥀 part forty four — desperate

🥀 part forty five 🖋 — last chance

🥀 part forty six — fever dream

🥀 part forty seven 🖋 — breathe (m)

🥀 part forty eight — universe

↳ bonus — always

🥀 part forty nine — happiness

🥀 epilogue 1.0 — europe

🥀 epilogue 2.0 — family

more bonus parts bc we love those:

🥀 bonus one — q&a

🥀 bonus two 🖋 — sleep in

🥀 bonus three — not a date

I just wanna cry tonight

Tonight's no different..there were countless nights I cried the last thing before sleeping.

Tonight is no different...there were times when I felt flooded with emotions I've always harbored. Feelings that have anchored their sail on my seas

I have this feeling of missing of something I've never had.

Or rather, missing something I've had but never recognised.

Try hard how much ever. But you can never get past that invisible barrier that separates roommates from friends. Moreso when those roommates are oh so friendly.

Isn't this new?

Late things in the middle of March last year, I wrote that I never had anyone in my life.

But today I'm writing that I have these people that I'm afraid will never walk down the same aisle with me again once they let go if these strings that bound us together.

Changes are needed. Changes are what makes us..us.

But the pain of separation is inevitable.

I only wish it doesn't hurt me anymore.

I wanna cry tonight

A new hobby

My roommate needs a new hobby. Football, weightlifting, hell even soccer would be better than all that nerdy shit that Oliver does. Instead his days are filled with nerd shit - video Games, anime, Dungeons and Dragons, the whole nine yards. It’s like he has ‘virgin’ tattooed on his fat ugly forehead or something.

So when I came home to find him painting figurines I wasn’t at all surprised. “Fuck man, you gotta stop with that nerd shit or you’ll never get a girl,” I told him. Ignoring my jests, he continued with his work, picking up a small unpainted figurine. It was a muscular barbarian carrying a huge battle axe. He dipped his brush into his paint pot and began to painstakingly paint the warrior's facial features. He worked long into the night, until he fell asleep in his gaming chair, the paintbrush falling from his pudgy fingers.

I came home the next day to find Oliver painting at his desk again. I sighed to myself. Oliver was one handsome man with his strong clean-shaven jaw and dimpled chin. He’d easily be the hottest guy on campus if it wasn’t for his short pudgy body. “Dude, you really should let me take you to the gym. Chicks would be throwing themselves at you if you put on a bit of muscle and shifted that gut of yours”. “I’m fine thanks roomie,” he said, flicking me a dazzling smile before he went back to his painting. Oliver squinted impossibly blue eyes so he could concentrate on the fine details he was painting onto his mini figure’s torso.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of grunting coming from the living room. I stumbled down the hall to find Oliver doing push-ups in nothing but his boxers while some anime soundtrack blurred out of his headphones. He spied me standing sleepily in the doorway and pushed himself up off the floor, the action causing his huge pecs to bounce slightly. “Sorry to wake you up roomie,” he said as he stretched his swollen muscles, “I was trying to get in a quick warm-up before going to the gym”. I was pretty proud of the physique I had built after years of football throughout high school and college, but Oliver made me look like a little boy. 

He had a good 5 inches of height on me, meaning my eyes were more in line with his heavy set of pecs than his handsome face. The two smooth slabs of muscle jutted out from his chest with an impressive angularity.  His bulky chest combined with his wide lats, boulder shoulders, and skinny waist to form a v taper so steep that even a competition-ready bodybuilder would be envious. His hairless torso allowed all the small striations and veins to be visible beneath his slightly pink skin. His swollen biceps were crisscrossed with a web of veins that led down into his thick forearms. He absentmindedly brushed the sweat off his abs, each of the solid bricks fighting for space in his tight core. 

Where many young men placed too much emphasis on their chests and biceps at the expense of an unbalanced lower body, Oliver’s bottom half was equally as freaky as his top was. Long, thick quads anchored his legs, their impressive size and definition forcing him to adopt a wider, imposing stance. His diamond calves had perfect separation and his bubble but caused men and women alike to turn back for a second look.  All of this was topped off by a huge pair of size 14 feet to stabilise the sheer amount of mass on his colossal frame.

But even with his godly body, there was one area where I still outsized Oliver. My eyes drifted to the flat front of his trunks. No matter how much the rest of his body swelled, he could never grow that tiny prick that he had in his shorts. I felt my own member twitch as I reminded myself that I was superior to this adonis in front of me where it really counted. I’m the top dog.

That evening, Oliver and I made our way to our local student union to meet up with some friends. As usual, despite his colossal size, Oliver was as awkward as ever. I swear that boy is like a puppy dog. He tries way too hard and is so eager to please that he somehow misses all the girls practically throwing themselves at him. He would just shy away and say some lame excuse in a voice several octaves higher than you’d expect from someone of his stature.

We both stumbled home alone that evening, neither of us having managed to score a girl. “I swear to god man, I don’t understand how you can be such a wallflower with a body like that,” I said as we made our way towards our apartment. “I’m just being myself” the big nerd smiled as I half-jogged to keep up with his significantly longer stride. “Sure, you’re nice and all but if you behaved a bit more like an alpha, you could get anyone you wanted,” I said as I broadly gestured to the quiet city around us. Oliver said nothing and looked down at his feet the rest of the way home. 

When we got home, I quickly went and passed out in my bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I could just make out the dim light of Oliver’s desk lamp as he picked up his figurine and dipped his paintbrush into the paint once more.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of heavy metal blaring throughout the apartment. As I stumbled into the living room, my nostrils are assaulted by a thick haze of sweat and musk. As my eyes adjust to the light, I could see Oli’s imposing form sitting out on the deck in nothing but his skimpy gym shorts. He must have just gotten back from his first workout of the day because his godly body was extremely pumped and swollen, and the thick fur covering his chest, arms, and legs was dripping wet with sweat.

“Morning roomie” his deep voice rumbled as he painted the last few details on his figurine. He scratched the thick hairs on his chin. I swear, he had so much testosterone coursing through his pencil-thick veins that he could grow a full beard overnight. “Fucking rad,” he said as he admired his work. He placed the figurine down and hauled his massive frame to his feet. 

My eyes were instantly drawn to the mushroom cock head that was snaking down the leg of his shorts as the thin fabric strained against his hairy thigh. As he walked toward me, he reached one of his calloused mitts into his overstuffed boxers and massaged his huge hairy nuts. “I had such a fucking good workout, now I’m feeling horny as fuck” he said, as he continued to palm his huge package. “Be a good little bitch boy and take care of it would you?” he said, looming over me. “I’m not your bitch boy Oli,” I stammered looking up at the hulking figure in front of me. His entire body excluded masculinity and dominance. “What the fuck did you just say?” he said, his face taking on a dark expression. 

With one quick movement, he grabbed my head and forced me to my knees. He shucked his shorts, exposing his impossibly huge cock in all its glory. “Don't you ever challenge me you shit head” Oli hissed as he pushed his huge cock head against my lips. 

My mind told me this whole scenario wasn’t right. My nostrils were assaulted by the potent cocktail of sweat and musk coming from his hairy crotch. As I looked up at the imposing colossus towering above me any thoughts of resistance crumbled. I opened my mouth and gingerly licked his mushroom tip. I was treated to a strangely familiar salty sweat taste that seemed to warm me from the inside. I needed more.

I began to devour his cock, my tongue exploring every crevice of his mushroom tip. One of my hands slowly made its way into my own boxers and I began to furiously jack myself off as my free hand began to explore the deep groves of the titanic quads in front of me. Seeing my frenzied movements, Oli hauled his massive fuck stick out of my mouth before slapping it oughly across my cheek. “This isn’t for you, you little runt,” he said, his deep voice rumbling throughout the room like thunder, “you only exist to please me”. 

For an alpha like Oli, I was just another object for his pleasure. Just a tool to be used and tossed aside. A servant to provide selfless worship and adoration. And I was willing to serve. 

I slowly pulled my hand out of my pants and instead began to use it to massage one of Oli's hairy bull nuts as I prepared to take his cock into my mouth once more. Oli roughly grabbed the back of my head and began to ram the rest of his colossal shaft down my waiting throat. His whole body flexed as he began to impale me on his shaft with long, powerful movements. There was a selfish roughness to his movements that signaled he had no empathy for the man's throat he was battering with his oversized fuck stick, the only thing that mattered was his pleasure.

He roared as he face fucked me, clearly getting off on the domination he had over his jock roommate. "Fuck, why didn't I listen to you sooner",  he moaned as I was choking and spluttering on his monstrous tool. Tears of joy were streaming down my face as he battered my mouth. My roommate had finally found a new hobby.

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