#my roommate fucking hates his guts lmao

[bat-luun]

hes trying his best i swear!! hes just a little fucked up!!! :((

[oddinary4bts]

Chasing Cars | Masterpost (jjk)

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆status: completed

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader, Hoseok x female reader, Namjoon x OC, Jin x OC, Jimin x OC, Taehyung x OC and others.

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆total word count: 218.5k (lmao my fingers slipped)

☆a/n: I got the idea for this fic just a little over a year ago, following a power outage that lasted for a few days where I live and Jungkook's live where he kept coming back with different outfits (the white dress shirt hit me right in the gut). It took me a long time to write, as I was working on multiple other projects at the same time, but I am so so happy to be ready to share this baby with you guys <3

☆Thank you to @moonleeai and @jessikahathaway for beta-ing this monster <3 (and for all your encouragement and support)

☆And a special thank you to @wintaerbaer and @btsborahaee for encouraging me and supporting me whenever I screamed to you about this fic

☆add yourself to the taglist here!

☆discord server link here!

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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

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➳Teaser (Jungkook pov): the day he met you (1.1k)

You fucking touch her, you're dead.

➳Chapter one: when the Incident happens (11.8k)

Jungkook is Tae's best friend.

➳Chapter two: when Jungkook teases you (10.2k)

You know I hate that nickname.

➳Chapter three: when Valentine's Day happens (13.1k)

You know, Taehyung doesn’t have to know everything.

➳Chapter four: when you and Jeon Jungkook clash (9.5k)

I was just going to say that we should keep this between us.

➳Chapter five: when you have to go back to reality (12.1k)

We just pretend nothing happened, no?

➳Chapter six: when Jungkook hosts his friends over (9.6k)

I really want to kiss you right now.

➳Chapter seven: when doubt makes you question everything (15k)

Why do you want to believe the worst of me so bad?

➳Chapter eight: when secrets are unveiled in New York (13.5k)

I want you.

➳Chapter nine: when a party makes Jungkook jealous (11.2k)

You make me insane.

➳Chapter ten: when time slips through your fingers (10.1k)

I don’t want to lose you, peach.

➳Chapter eleven: when Jungkook visits Taehyung in Paris (8.4k)

Can’t wait for you to be back.

➳Chapter twelve: when it breaks (7.3k)

I can’t be with you.

➳Chapter thirteen: when it's too late (8.9k)

I have to talk to him.

➳Chapter fourteen: when the truth comes out (12.2k)

We never told each other how we felt.

➳Chapter fifteen: when you find your way back to Jungkook (7.4k)

You came?

➳Chapter sixteen: when Jungkook takes you out on a date (8.9k)

I think I was waiting for you my whole life.

➳Chapter seventeen: when forever awaits you (9k)

Getting to love you is the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me.

Drabbles in Jungkook's pov (might add more as the story goes on)

➳Chapter 1.5: the first party (1.6k)

Then why are you bringing him home, peach?

➳Chapter 3.5: Valentine's Day (1.1k)

We should have hung out like this before.

➳Chapter 4.5: a walk through campus (852)

You love it, peach.

➳Chapter 5.5: the return to reality (2k)

You wanted to talk?

➳Chapter 6.5: hosting his friends at the apartment (4.4k)

What the fuck is wrong with you?

➳Chapter 7.5: when he realizes (2.5k)

Isn't she Taehyung's sister?

➳Chapter 8.5: the engagement party (6.6k)

Have fun while it lasts.

➳Chapter 9.5: jealous jungkook (3k)

Shouldn’t I prove to you that you’ve got nothing to worry about?

➳Chapter 10.5: the morning before Paris (1.7k)

I promise I'll come back to you and make it work.

➳Chapter 11.5: the kiss (1.2k)

Just this once.

➳Chapter 12.5: after losing you (4.6k)

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

➳Chapter 13.5: returning home (4k)

What am I supposed to do?

➳ Chapter 14.5: losing you again (3k)

I can't believe you've been wearing the necklace

➳Chapter 15.5: a conversation with Taehyung, and his reunion with you (2.6k)

It’s never been like that with her.

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[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

[22:45]

AN: Maybe I should actually challenge myself to write something with Josh being a genuinely nice/good guy lmao. Also, I finished and edited this while sleepy sooo.

General tags and warnings: Joshua Hong x Fem! Reader, roommates AU, enemies to enemies who fuck and cheating is brought up but, no actual cheating occurs.

Smut tags and warnings: Sadistic Dom! Joshua, masochist sub! Reader, edging (f. receiving), face slapping (f. receiving), Reader cries a bit, Daddy kink, thigh riding, degradation (f. receiving), humiliation (f. receiving), choking (f. receiving), Josh has a cheating kink sort of and dirty talk.

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You're late. You know you've been running late for some time now. The momentary vibrations you hear from your phone on the coffee table lets you know that your friends are likely wondering where you are. You can practically see Mingyu's frustrated face in your mind. 

“I'm sorry, am I boring you?” 

Joshua's sarcastic tone snaps you out of thoughts of your friends and all of the alcohol you're missing out on. A long anticipated night of catching up interrupted by your aggravating roommate and your inability to say no to him. 

“Shu–Shut up,” you hiss, digging your manicured nails into his broad shoulders. His responding chuckle lets you know that he couldn't care less about your little retaliation tactic. The large hand on your ass remains firm, forcing you to rock yourself on his dress pant covered thigh. The same thigh he's been edging you with for god knows how long. It's covered in your wetness. The evidence that you don't quite hate Joshua as much as you'd hoped. He doesn't seem bothered in the slightest that you're likely ruining his too expensive pants. His attention focused on making you ruin the panties he hasn't let you take off yet. 

“What?” He starts, flexing his thigh and delighting in the way you gasp and chase the more tangible friction it offers, “Are we going to pretend you don't get off to my voice now?” He asks, lidded eyes never leaving your face. Determined to drink in as many of your fucked out expressions as he can. 

“I don't–” 

A sharper gasp leaves your bruised lips when you feel the familiar smack of his hand on your cheek. It stings. Tears welling in your eyes while your pussy is forced to clench and unclench painfully around nothing and dribble more of your arousal onto him. 

The knot in the pit of your gut tightens when that same hand grabs your face, forcing you to meet his stormy gaze, “I thought you knew better than to lie to me,” he coos condescendingly, his thumb wiping away the few tears that spill from your eyes. Fuck. This is always the worst part. The juxtaposition. The pain radiating from your cheek coupled with the gentle way he touches your face makes your head spin and your clit throb. 

“I–I'm sorry,” you whimper out once the words find you. Grasping at his pristine button down while your hips chase the barest bits of friction his thigh offers. You can see his smile clear as day even through your teary eyes. If he wasn't such an asshole, you'd think it was cute. However, you learned a long time ago that nothing about Joshua is cute. Your nails dig into his shirt when he presses into your freshly slapped cheek, eyes glinting when you shudder on him and grind your pussy harder against his thigh. 

“I'm sorry what?” 

Embarrassment burns hot in your gut and, the shame mixed with the pain pushes you so close to cumming that you can taste it if you try hard enough. 

“Come on, are you really going to get all shy on me now?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrow, an expression that would look incredibly stupid on anyone else in this situation. You feel his blunt nails dig into the thickest part of your ass, halting your movements and you've never wanted to cry from frustration more. That would just get him off though. “You do know I can feel the way you're soaking and humping my thigh like a bitch in heat, right? We don't have to play this game.” He finishes, relaxing against your shared couch and waiting for you to just say it. 

You've said it before. You know you like it. Maybe he'll even let you finally cum if you do. The thought more than enough to send your walls fluttering and your heart hammering in your chest. 

“I'm sorry, Daddy.” 

His grip on your face grows harsh and he drags you into a messy kiss while his other hand relaxes and lets you continue riding his thigh. “See,” he pants against your mouth, his eyes heavy with want, “Was that so hard?” 

‘Yes. Yes, it was’ you want to snark back but, you know better. You know he wouldn't think twice about leaving you like this for days and not letting you cum until you're banging at his door and are forced to face his obnoxiously smug expression. 

“N–No, Daddy,” you pant, the tangled mess of tension in the pit of your stomach growing taut with every drag of your clit on him and, the way his fingers map their way down your face. 

“See, it's so easy when you shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to,” the sweetness in his tone makes your head spin, worsening the haze in your mind. Which isn't helped by his fingers wrapping themselves around your neck and applying pressure. You're pretty sure your eyes roll into the back of your head and your movements grow more desperate, more pathetic. 

“No cumming yet,” he orders into your ear, his other hand appreciatively kneading your ass. Despite your best efforts, a whine of frustration leaves your swollen lips and the glint in his eyes returns. 

“Are you complaining?” He drawls, pressing down harder and delighting in the way you quiver on his thigh and attempt to steady yourself with his broad chest.

“N–No, Daddy,” you rush out because you really don't know how much more of this you can take. You're so wet and swollen and, everything hurts. 

“Good,” he responds. “Maybe I should edge you for another hour,” the thought makes tears well up in your eyes and your stomach drop in a way that isn't wholly unpleasant, “Send you wet and aching to your little boyfriend,” he muses into your ear, thumbing your jugular. 

“He–He's not m–my boy ah friend,” you respond in frustration, hoping the image of your friend that pops up in your mind vanishes quickly. You'd rather not think about him right now. 

“You sure about that? The way he trails after you like a lost puppy would say otherwise.” 

“Ch–Cheol doesn't do th–that,” you huff, the knife in your gut twisting when he nips at your earlobe as you maintain a pace that doesn't send you careening over the edge before he permits you to. 

“You can't be that naïve,” he says with a smile, “He practically looks at you with hearts in his eyes. He'd be so crushed to see his precious girl getting wet from a few slaps and making a mess on my thigh,” he continues with faux sympathy for Seungcheol. He doesn't give you a moment to think about the idea of Seungcheol having feelings for you. Joshua has always been fond of pushing you just to see how you break. “I bet he'd treat you so nicely. Make love to you in missionary while whispering sweet nothing in your ear about how much he loves you and how pretty you are,” he whispers, “but you don't want that right? That's why you keep crawling back to Daddy. You want someone who'll treat you like the slut you are. Who'll choke you while you cry on his cock. Who'll make you call him Daddy knowing it makes you feel embarrassed. Who'll fuck you nice and hard until you're sore and leaking with cum.” 

You fucking hate him.

You hate the way your mind grows hazier with every gravelly word he whispers into your ear. You hate the way your pussy clamps down fiercely around nothing. You hate the way that you're so close and you need to fist his shirt in your hands just to help ground yourself and not cum because he hasn't said you can yet.  Air rushes to your brain almost too quickly for you to handle. His hand drifting from your throat to the apex of your thighs. You choke on a jumbled mess of ‘Daddy’ and ‘fuck’ when his thick fingers drag themselves along your ruined panties, “I have a much better idea. I'll send you to him with your pussy filled with my cum.”

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Seventeen Masterlist | Ko-Fi

[longhands-the-second]

First thoughts on Trimax volume 1

1-

I appreciate eriks. Just like, generally. I love how scruffy he is lol.

I do wonder if he’d let his hair grow out like that if he wasn’t in hiding??? He’s had the same haircut since he was a kid though so idk. He’s very attached to his whole look, it seems.

2-

When and how did he replace his prosthetic? What was that like?

WHAT A FUCKING DUMBASS I LOVE HIM

YES INDEED, THAT WAS “FUCKIN STUPID” (Wolfwood says fuck guys omg good for him he deserves it)

I laughed out loud for real though I definitely woke up my roommate on accident oops

Oh god the hair. It’s fuckinh coming. The gut punch. (<- does not know the specifics)

Seeing him with the stubble AND the normal hair is doing something bad to my brain. Fix it. It doesn’t compute.

3-

THE GORLS!!!!

Her hair is. Not exactly bad but that’s not my Meryl.

New Miami, huh? I’m so excited to get absolutely no elaboration on this ever.

Shoutout to the little dude on page 84 who looks like fuckin Wallace

Oh. My god. How many times did he just get shot

OH MY GOD GOOD FOR THEM. God I love milly

Wolfwood is such a chickenshit.

4-

I wonder if Vash has conceptualized himself as human up to this point, and where he’s at with that now?

DAMN I wish I was that balanced

I uh. Man. Wow. I kind of want to make fun of him for doing the most Anime Shit Ever

[redacted]

Babygirl i promise you he knows how plants work lmao

Y’all really weren’t joking about the panty shots

Brad is ALSO a shit. We can’t win here.

Oh. My question is being answered. I don’t like it very much.

On the face of it, I'm pretty solidly in Nico's corner here.

5-

I love how clearly i can hear his little song in my head.

He’s full in monke mode. Just an absolute ape.

AGAIN WITH THE CROTCH SHOTS

love that nightow definitely just got sick of drawing the bullet holes in the coat

Actually looking at this a little harder he did simplify a lot of details. Good refinement, though i do miss the belts.

Vash who the fuck are you calling old. Is the old man in the room with us right now? (Yes)

6-

Oh fucking hell.

I wonder how vash looks at humanity specifically . Is it really something familial? Or is that changing as we progress? I do see how he could be operating from that angle.

My other real question is just how old is he, like, mentally? He really does seem to have the mindset of somebody in his 20s. Knives too? Maybe that’s a thing with them, but i’ll hold off on saying anything conclusive until later. Maybe i’m too quick to say they’re both immature.

I’m sorry it genuinely makes me happy to see characters swear like real people. Wolfwood is so much more fun here.

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I hate that I'm going to get through these so much quicker now, especially now that i’m especially hooked. I’m genuinely considering reading ahead but i think i’ll explode if i do. Time will tell.

I may not get around to coloring pages in the next two weeks and just go absolutely hog wild once my class is over. I have to make my own damn comic for once lmao. Ofc i have 0 impulse control so who knows.

[mercury-lurks]

🐻 u/PhantoM_Menace2 • r/AmITheAsshole 1y

Am I (?M) the asshole for existing?

(Asshole)

I live with someone (23M) full time, let's call him M for short, and he hates my guts. I really don't think I've done anything wrong but I'm posting this to Reddit so I know what everyone else thinks.

So, M is my roommate full time and has been for several years now. It's kind of a weird situation we have but it's been working out really well for us in my opinion. But recently, a few years ago, he and I moved in with T (24NB) and J (22M). They've sort of teamed up and are now trying to get rid of me? M badmouths me to them all the time when he thinks I don't hear and I'm going to be honest, it really hurts my feelings. We've really had a good thing going and I really don't understand why M would start doing this all of a sudden? We lived with his aunt before we moved here and he seemed really chill. He just kinda sat around and ate and slept. But now he's like... doing stuff. He's going out and working and shit and J's kid, F (?M), is super rude to me and tries to pick fights with me.

Again, I haven't done anything differently. I think T and J are influencing him poorly and trying to isolate him from me and kick me out, but they seem really nice otherwise.

Things kinda blew up last night and J and I got into a physical fight. It was kind of pathetic tbh, he's a frail stick figure guy and I can bench at least 250 lbs. I won fairly quickly but I broke his arm and now they're doing everything they can to get me to leave when it wasn't even my fault. T brought out a fucking occult textbook and is trying to exorcise me! Again, I didn't start this fight. I just came out of my room and I was irritated but I must've looked pissed or something because he starts trying to light me on fire.

AITA?

Edit (12/8/23): we're all good don't worry he's my brother now and we love each other very much

12.3k upvotes ^ \/

Comments

💀u/Foreign_Doppelganger 1y

INFO: How have you acted towards M in the past? Bc tbh it kinda sounds like he was depressed b4 and you were enabling it?

🐻u/PhantoM_Menace2 OP 1y

i killed his family twice but honestly that's not even my fault

💀u/Foreign_Doppelganger 1y

what.

🔥u/Flamethrower_king_official 1y

YTA: Phantom we know it's you

🐻u/PhantoM_Menace2 OP 1y

shit

🔥u/Flamethrower_king_official 1y

get out of his mind you parasite

🐻u/PhantoM_Menace2 OP 1y

i don't regret breaking your arm james fuck you and taylor go kill yourself

💀u/Foreign_Doppelganger 1y

what the fuck

🐈u/Dementoduck74 23m

Edit (12/8/23): we're all good don't worry he's my brother now and we love each other very much

ain't no way bruh 🤓

😶‍🌫️u/karmaroller3_ 21m

LIKE RLY THO THIS BITCH MURDERED HIS FAMILY AND THEY'RE COOL NOW???

🥷u/Championdestroyer54 19m

tbh if that were me i would not let that slide

🦠u/Siccness4Thiccness 18m

i know this rating is a year late but ESH just for that damn edit like wtf 💀 im dead bruh this sub is a nightmare

🧝u/Eoniah_Reddit_Official 16m

tell me about it this fucking family is a true crime podcast in the making lmao

👽u/heartnessmonster 7m

tell me about it this family is a true crime podcast in the making lmao

THE OFFICIAL REDDIT ACCOUNT OF THE KINGDOM OF EONIAH????

Write an r/AmITheAsshole post told from your OC’s perspective. (Bonus: include replies from your other OCs.)

[heybeyby]

oH would you look at that. The stars have requested me for some headcanons too.

Here are some Jack/Chris headcanons 😳

-Chris was tasked with investigating Hades Inc and was sent undercover to be a student there

-He first met Jack in order to get information out of him but the guy just wouldn’t. stop. talking. All he did was ramble about art and shit. Chris thought he was pretentious prick and just ignored him for the rest of the day

-That did not stop Jack from being intrigued by this new, *really* strong blader though

-He kept following Chris around nagging him all day. In the end Chris finally gave up and challenged Jack to a battle. i genuinely don’t know who would win here but nonetheless, chris was surprised to see jack hold his own. When the battle ended jack immediately clung to him for the rest of the week

- at first he was really curious abt chris but the moment he got to know him was like “aw fuck he’s kinda lame,” but he ends up gradually falling for him nonetheless 😔

-idk there’s just something so funny abt these two having a cliche high school Romance while the high school they’re in is basically a giant, sketchy laboratory

-chris would have had ample knowledge about he academy by the time the world championships arrived, but he just couldn’t leave yet. there was just something abt Jack that drew him towards the guy. he was really the only person who talked to him at all, and he didn’t do “friendship” but. overtime he started feeling …. happier????? wtf is happening

-When the world championships came, Jack was sent away. He gave chris his number before leaving, and during the championships they maintained their relationship until hades inc finally got destroyed

-ykw would be so funny. if jack and chris started dating a little bit before fury. imagine the main gang finding the winter blader and it ends up being jack’s new boyfriend. and he turns out to be the most average-looking guy ever. these two are so funny yk

-the nemesis bladers approach chris and ask him to join them and he’s just like:

“hold on i gotta ask my boyfriend”

“this doesn’t include hi-“

“he said no”

-jack is very much a pet names guy. he calls chris the cheesiest things ever and chris pretends not to be flustered abt it cause he has a reputation damnit! but he does genuinely like receiving affection (he’s super starved of it so he jumps at every chance to get a hug from his bf ❤️)

”what if we called each other ‘jackie’ and ‘chrissy’“

“i am not calling you that”

“you’re so mean chrissy :(”

-in my mind jack is roommates with damian and chris hates him. he mistakenly called him a child once (1) and got punched in the gut. he’s held a grudge ever since. jack wants the two to be friends but everytime he turns their back they immediately start battling (with beys or their fists is up to you lmao)

-when chris receives the star fragment jack is elated. one cause holy shit the stars like my bf too. and two because YOUR BEY IS SO PRETTY OMG IT GOT AN UPGRADE. at first neither of them know what to do so they just ignore it until chris activates his powers and jack’s just has sparkly eyes when he sees the Pretty Pink Aura™

-jack asks chris to model from time to time, and though chris is a very busy guy and he doesn’t have time for this, he acquiesces cause he likes the amount of attention jack puts into drawing him. speaking of you bet jack has filled his sketchbooks with drawings of chris. he makes him look so much cooler than he is irl

-in return chris helps jack get better at beyblading. once he learned that jack did not a single match before the arrangements he made it his personal mission to teach him. yk that trope where someone is teaching another person how to fight and they like. tenderly fix their stance and shit. yeah chris is having none of that (”I know what you’re thinking, Jack, and I swear to god can you please just focus”)

-in the fury finale jack is with them in the helicopter. when nemesis is defeated jack immediately goes to kiss chris and half of the people there are shocked to see them together. literally know one expects it ever

-when chris returns from a hard trip jack immediately gets a blanket and some tea nothing else matters at that moment. chris vents abt work and the two gossip abt bitchy employers for rest of the conversation <3. on the contrary jack constantly complains abt rude or weird commissioners and chris adds some more people to his hitlist

-jack has an excruciatingly long morning routine so chris has to wake up early every day just to use the bathroom. he’s usually the one who makes breakfast which jack always rewards him with a morning kiss <3. Sometimes Jack tries to wake up early and make breakfast cause chris just arrived from a long mission and he deserves some rest. he skips most of his morning routine cause chris just naturally wakes up early (“I sacrificed my makeup for this, dear, you better be grateful”). Chris genuinely appreciates the effort jack makes so he promises to spend the rest of the day relaxing with him ❤️ 

-chris was actually in the audience during destroyer dome (he looks so plain he’d blend in quite well). it was jack’s first real match in public eyes and he wasn’t going to miss it for the world. until fucking jigsaw came and screwed him over. chris instantly jumped him later. like it was basically premeditated murder

-jack introduced chris to his therapist and they get therapy together <33. that’s it that’s the hc

i spent hours writing this guys i think im obsessed now. how does this keep happening to me

[uzuitengensfourthwife]

Roommate (Suguru Daishou x fem!Reader) College AU

Warnings: some teasing, my bad writing but other than that none

Word count: 2371

Authors note: and this too was written back in October LKADNHDJF Im so sorry but this just had to be posted here at some point, so why not now? *proceeds to lip bite* Anyways lmao skdnnf I think suguru is so damn underrated and he isnt even as bad as people might think he is so yeah, here is my oh so badly written suguru fanfic. Enjoy!!

(2 months ago)

It was Friday evening, a day you and your roommate usually binge-watched movies and series, but not today. The sudden change in plans was a change you didn't want. After all, the change of plans meant helping your roommate to pack his stuff and help him bring it into his new Unit. A Unit that was far away from his previous one and it made you feel dejected. You wouldn't be able to see him that often anymore and for once you grew close to someone outside of Japan.

, Ow c'mon Y/N. Don't be sad. I bet your new roommate will be nice as well.'' You let out a grown as you let yourself fall down on your bed. , Yeah but he's not you and you're like my only friend here in the Unit.'' Christian let out a chuckle and then suddenly got up from his kneeling position, getting his backpack and suitcase. , Well, you'll be alright, '' he threw some of his last stuff in his backpack. ,,After all my new Unit isn't even that far away.'' - ,,Christian, what is 'not far away' about 30 fucking minutes?'' you huffed in annoyance, sitting up again death glaring your 'ex' roommate. His laugh filled up the room as he threw his backpack over his shoulder, it was time for him to go, and then again you felt miserable. You wanted him to stay, but it was his decision after all. After two full years with Christian you knew you weren't the reason why he left, he left for other plausible reasons.

,, Alright let me help you then.'' You announced, grabbing one of his bags opening the door for him. A smile was plastered across his face as he walked past you with all his belongings. Letting out a last sigh you followed him, hoping your future roommate would be as subtle as Christian...

//

After helping Christian carrying and unpacking his stuff in his new Unit, you just made it back to your Unit. You were tired and felt like a piece of shit. Christian was one of the only people you interacted with on campus and the only one in your unit. The rest of your friends attended Universities in Japan, mostly in Tokyo or Osaka, just the minimum was somewhere outside of Japan, including you. Moreover, it was hard for you to find friends since you lacked in social skills. And having a new roommate would totally throw you off, you didn't even know how you wanted to welcome him, you were just too socially awkward for this.

So when you finally opened the door to your little 'apartment' and discovered a new pair of shoes next to all of your shoes, you freaked out. He was already here and you literally had nothing to offer him. Not even goddamn chewing gum. This would most definitely turn into some second hand embarrasment, you were sure about it. You closed the door when you suddenly heard footsteps slowly coming your way. ,,I'm really sorry that I just barged in but you weren't here so I let myself in.'' There he was, standing in front of you. You recognised him right away. Suguru Daisho, the high school rival of a friend of yours. ,,Well well, if that isn't our Miss Nekoma Manager, Y/N it is, right?'' he leaned onto to wall, giving you one of his smug smirks.

,,Of all people, it really just had to be you, huh?'' you spat out ironically, slipping out of your shoes as you walked up to him. ,,Ouch Y/N, you hurt my heart.'' Letting out a fake sob, he touched his chest and tried to look as hurt as possible which made you sigh out in annoyance, so you walk past him showing no reaction. ,,Jesus, you're no fun.'' - ,, Never intended to be fun, especially when it comes to you.'' As you replied to his complaint, you just plopped down on the little couch, already missing Christian. You really were so close to just change units as well. It hadn't even been 5 minutes yet, but here you are already considering to move out. What an awful day you had. And your next years in Uni would get even worse with him as your roommate.

But things turned out quite differently.

You imagined living with Suguru must be the most annoying thing ever, but you were so wrong. First, you really thought he was just trying to get on your sweet side and then act like an asshole again, but you started to reconsider when he brought home some chocolates for you. It wasn't just that, no he did so much more for you, and all of that in just two months.

He cooked for you, whenever he had time. When you woke up every morning, there was breakfast on the table. He helped you with studying and kept his distance whenever he knew you needed some time for yourself. And most importantly, he never invited friends over, since it didn't take him long to find out you just couldn't interact with people. Of course his teasing side would come out sometimes, leaving some comments here and there, but he changed and not only by a bit no, he changed a lot and even for the better.

Living with him was easier than you thought.

And yet, yet the old things would obviously come back because today you wanted to tell Kuroo, who was and still is one of your best friends from high school, that Suguru was your roommate. God, you were nervous. You knew Kuroo has always hated him and he will most definitely not stop hating him, even despite the fact that you grew quite close to him.

So when you pressed the 'call' button on your laptop, you really just didn't want to tell him, but you had to. Even if you wouldn't tell him now, he would find out somehow. You really wanted to tell him in person, rather than him finding out and then getting mad at you as well.

Once his faced showed up on your screen you smiled and waved, shoving away the nervousness you just had. ,,Hey Hey Tets!'' - ,,Hey! How're you doing over there?'' he smiled, taking a sip from the cup wich was located right next to him. ,,Well Im doing pretty good! How're you and the boys doing?'' Kuroo's face turned dark, making you worry, but once you've heard his answers you couldn't have expected less from such an idiot as him. ,,Well we're all doing pretty good.... and yet I feel broken, Kenma's ignoring me once again.'' He sobbed ironically, making you smile in an instant. You had to admit it, you missed the old times. The time you guys were still in Highschool, enjoying life and just having fun. But over all you just missed your friends, you always see them hanging out with each other, going on trips together while you were stuck with boredom and nothing but schoolwork. Of course your friends were part of the University life as well, however it seemed like they had much more time than you. Less worries than you.

,,You know Tets... I miss you guys a lot.'' You whispered as you nervously played with a stuffed animal, that was standing right next to your laptop. Showing affection wasn't really your thing, yet you missed your group of friends way too much to just ignore it like that. ,,Awe Y/N, we miss you too! Once you're back we're definitely going out somewhere! Oh and you should bring Christian as well!! Come to think of it.... where is Christian?''

You chocked on your saliva. ,,Oh god are you okay?'' Kuroo worriedly stated as you coughed. Why now, you had nearly forgotten about it, and yet all of the good had to come to an end. So when you finally stopped coughing you assured your friend that you were okay, but you most definitely weren't okay, you didn't even know where to start. You couldn't possibly just go ,,Ah yeah forgot to tell you, but Christian changed units. Suguru and I are now roommates.'.There was no way you could tell him. Literally no way.

But while you were overthinking this whole situation, suddenly Suguru made his entry.

,,Eyo Y/N can you-'' - ,, What is he doing here?'' Kuroo frantically yelled as he regocnised Suguru, pointing at him through your screen. Great, you thought. This could've gone better if you had the guts to bring it up earlier, but of course your friend had to find out like this. Luck was definetily not on your side today. ,,Oi roosterhead, still lying about your height huh?'' Suguru smirked as he placed himself right behind you, moving closer to the laptop. ,,Get lost.''Kuroo scoffed and now looked at you while still pointing at Suguru. ,,Why's he here?'' he repeated himself, not leaving you out of his sight once. Yet you looked away, trying to avoid his gaze as much as possible, you would even prefer hiding behind Suguru than sitting here. ,,He's my new roommate... Christian changed units.'' You whispered slowly looking back to see if he was still watching you.

Suguru took his chance and moved closer to you as he purred. ,,Wait, you didn't tell him babe?'' Oh god you forgot the petnames he had for you and you hated him for using them on you now. After he moved in and you finally got along pretty well, he started with all these ridiculous pet names, just like honey. And oh god...this was definitely not going to end well.

,,Can you tell him to fucking leave?'' Kuroo asked, seemingly annoyed of your roommates presence. ,,Alright alright I'll leave, just don't forget our business later.'' and with that he left your room.

The sudden awkward silence that was between you and your best friend was more than just uncomfortable for you. In fact, you hated it, you just wanted to disappear. ,,How long?'' He was the first one to finally break the silence and you knew he was upset, after all Suguru just walked in and you didn't tell him at all. ,,Two months..'' you whispered, full of regret. Kuroo then sighed, hand on his forehead as he leaned back to process what he has just heard. ,,Two months? God.... why didn't you tell me?'' - ,, Listen I was scared.... I know you don't like him but we got along so well..'' you stuttered, trying to avoid his gaze again. Honestly you were scared. All this time you were scared that you might lose your friend, although this might be a stupid reason to end a friendship, you were still terrified.

,,Hey that's fine Y/N, liking each other and having a relationship is fine! Im not even mad I promise!'' You looked at him as he smiled, to let you know that it was fine. All you could do was smile back and be thankful that he wasn't mad at you. ,,Oh and we're not really in a relationship..'' You stated and let out a nervous giggle. Kuroo on the other hand leaned in closer and then whispered. ,,Yeah right hon.'' - ,,Kuroo.'' You warned, holding up your finger just as you were about to scold him. ,,Anyways, seems like you have some unfinished business with the snake, so go for it.'' You huffed, ready to protest that there was no business to finish, but before you could tell him otherwise he disappeared from you screen.

Sighing out in annoyance, you got up from your chair to go scold your roommate for his bold words he has spoken during your videocall. So when you saw him doing some schoolwork you seated yourself in front of him, death glaring him. ,,Just what exactly were you thinking?''you hissed in such a sharp tone, that even suguru backed off for a second. But he quickly collected himself and leaned in closer just to smirk at you. ,,What do you mean babe?" he asked, his voice soft and unbothered. You groaned again, leaning in closer as well. ,,He thinks we have a thing." - ,,So?" his reply was bold, just like as if he didn't care about your current situation at all, which was weird to you since he usually never acted or talked to you this way.

You answered him, voice quiet. ,,So you're just going to leave it there?''

The confusion was plastered all over his face. You didn't really know what left him so confused, but you needed answers and as for that you waited for an answer. ,,Wait wait wait.'' he said, holding up both his hands. ,,Is that disappointment I hear?'' - ,,Never.'' You leaned back, looking away and thinking how to continue this conversation, which obviously seemed pointless to your roommate. But it wasn't pointless to you, your friend literally just hung up on you just because of this stupid statement the guy in front of you had made. ,,Why did you say these things? What did you even mean by unfinished business? That's not appropri-'' you got cut off midsentence. ,,We still haven't decided what we wanted to cook this weekend. That's what I meant babe.'' he stated, as he held up a paper with an amused expression.

,Oh' you mouthed, sitting there in embarrassment as you tried to avoid his gaze. The embarrassment just grew bigger as you realised what you were actually thinking about.

,,Well well, it's okay to have these thoughts about me. But next time you might as well share them with me.'' His grin grew bigger, putting down the paper he just lifted up a second ago. That's it, you thought, he has crossed the line. You then suddenly stood up, cheeks flushing red as you huffed out in annoyance once again. ,,You're the worst.'' you muttered, stomping away to your room in an instant, shutting your door. But something was odd. No, you... you felt something odd happening to you.

You then realised your fastened heartbeat, your hot cheeks, still flushed in a light pink shade,you...you were confused.

Just.... what... what was this feeling?

[clumsyclifford]

ooo could i send in "i don't know how to respond to that" with maybe malum? or whatever pairing you're vibing with for it -megs 💙

megs remember when i said this?

this fic is that one. here's some absolutely inconsequential drivel lmao love you

read here on ao3

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“Okay I need you to answer without thinking about it, just say whatever your gut tells you is right,” Michael says as he opens the door. “So imagine this. You’re minding your own business one day when out of nowhere Robert Pattinson appears. And he says to you that you are solely responsible for deciding his typecast for the rest of his life: either he’ll always play a hero, like a protagonist type, or he’ll always be a villain. Either way the character is always going to be mildly unhinged, because, you know, it’s Robert Pattinson. But you have to decide right now. What do you say?”

Calum blinks. “I. I don’t know how to respond to that.”

“Gut feeling, come on! Robert Pattinson, hero or villain? In movies, not in real life.”

“Uh,” Calum says. “Villain, I guess.”

“See, that’s what I said!” Michael spreads his arms as if to say finally, someone with sense. “Luke said hero.”

“I can see that.”

“Yeah, but Robert Pattinson.” Michael takes a running start and leaps onto his bed. “Robby P. Bobby Patso."

“Yeah, I know, but a mildly unhinged hero is more interesting than a not-unhinged hero. A hinged hero.”

“That’s what Luke said,” says Michael. Dangling his feet over the edge of the bed, he kicks off his shoes. Michael is a wonderful roommate, but he’s far from tidy.

“Well then I agree with Luke.”

“No, you can’t. You already agreed with me. No take-backsies.”

“How did this even come up?”

Michael sighs. “Don’t remember. Something like how Robert Pattinson is going to be the new Batman again or some shit like that.”

“Wasn’t he already Batman?”

“I don’t fucking know, man. I’ve never seen it.”

“Yeah,” Calum says, “me neither.”

“Whatcha doin’?” Michael asks, flipping around until his head is at the foot of his bed and he can prop his chin in his hands.

“Watching TV and ignoring my responsibilities,” Calum says with an exaggerated grin.

“Ah, the usual.” Michael hums. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Twilight?” Michael suggests, waggling his eyebrows.

Calum laughs. “Really?”

“I mean…” Michael pulls an ambiguous face. It’s supposed to be deliberately noncommittal, to put the burden of decision on Calum’s shoulders. Calum hates that face. He’s a chronically indecisive person, but Michael is slightly moreso, and as a result Calum makes most of the unimportant decisions for the dorm, particularly re: movie nights.

“Maybe we should watch Batman,” he suggests.

Michael wrinkles his nose. “Ehh.”

Okay. A veto for Batman. That means he’s honestly participating in the decision-making process. Calum can work with this.

“I guess we could do Twilight,” he muses. “I’ve never seen the whole thing.”

“I’ve never seen it at all.”

Calum shrugs. “Alright then. Fuck it. Let’s watch Twilight. You can tell Luke that your insane Robert Pattinson conversation determined our movie night.”

Michael is already pulling out his phone. “I will tell him. He’ll love it.”

While Michael gives Luke the good news, Calum hunts for a place to stream Twilight. By the time Calum has pulled up the movie and set up his laptop at the foot of his bed, Michael is wearing sweats and munching on a Dorito from a brand-new bag.

“If you get cheese dust in my bed you are permanently banished,” Calum says. Michael nods his understanding. “Okay, you ready?” Another nod. “Wanna get the lights, or…?”

Michael gives him a look like I’m already comfortable. Calum sighs and slides out of bed to do it himself. Then he returns, hits play on the movie, and leans back against his pillow.

“Have you read this?” Michael asks. Calum shakes his head. “I read the first one in middle school.”

“Really? How was it?”

“Not good,” Michael says genially, and crunches a chip. “Absolutely awful. I’m so excited to watch this.”

Calum laughs and reaches for a Dorito.

-

By the time they’re in bed with the lights off, they’ve pretty much exhausted every possible avenue of mockery about the movie.

“But when you really think about it,” Michael says — out of the blue after five minutes of silence — “Cedric Diggory was the first mildly unhinged hero he played. Before Edward Cullen.”

“Cedric Diggory wasn’t mildly unhinged,” Calum says, affronted.

“Maybe not outwardly,” Michael says, “but on the inside…you know there was some dark shit going on in there.”

Calum laughs. “You can’t just assume that! Besides, the whole point of Cedric Diggory was that he was this cool-guy character that everyone loved. That was Robert Pattinson’s pre-unhinged era. Before he was unhinged, he was Cedric.”

“‘Before he was unhinged, he was Cedric,’” Michael muses. “That’s a tagline for something. That’s the slogan for the Cedric Diggory: Origins movie, in theaters this fall.”

“For the Robert Pattinson biopic.”

“My God, can you imagine a Robert Pattinson biopic?” Michael rolls onto his side and there’s a grin in his voice. “Or even better, if someone did a documentary on him? Imagine the content if you could just get Robert Pattinson to do one of those confessional-style shots. What would you even ask? ‘Who are you?’”

“I would ask him if he would want to play unhinged heroes or unhinged villains for the rest of his life.”

Michael snickers. “I’d pay real money to get his answer to that question.”

“What do you think he would choose? If he could.”

“Villains,” Michael says, like he’s already thought about it. “I just think he’d have more fun.”

“I don’t know, I kind of think it would be more fun for him to invent the genre of unhinged heroes than to just sort of…live in the preexisting genre of unhinged villains. Like you expect villains to be unhinged, so it’s not surprising when they are. But an unhinged hero, like, you know, Sirius Black immediately post-Azkaban — I can see him doing that role today. Or like…” Calum gasps. “Like Macbeth. I could so see him playing Macbeth.”

Michael ohhhs. “Okay, yes. I can see him as Macbeth.”

“Maybe his niche is actually just protagonist in Shakespearean tragedies and he hasn’t discovered it yet.”

“See, David Tennant had a similar arc, because he was whatshisname in Harry Potter and then he was Hamlet. And the Doctor, who’s definitely a mildly unhinged hero.”

“Robert Pattinson is the next David Tennant, is that what you’re saying?”

“I think that’s what I’m saying,” Michael says. “I guess? Though I refuse to consider that David Tennant will be giving up his crown anytime soon. But I could totally see Robert Pattinson filling those shoes.”

“But they’re different brands of unhinged.”

“I know, but it’s close enough.”

“Robert Pattinson as Crowley,” Calum considers. “Yeah, I guess. I guess I can see it.”

“Exactly,” Michael says, self-satisfied. “I’m glad we solved this mystery.”

They’ve solved absolutely nothing. They’ve barely concluded anything.

Calum smiles at the ceiling. “Me too. Goodnight, Mikey, love you.”

“‘Night, Calum. Love you too.”

“Don’t forget to set your alarm.”

Michael mutters shit and there’s a rustle of sheets, and Calum giggles to himself and closes his eyes.

[simp47koreancrackheads]

I’m rereading this bc when I started it, life was shit and stressful, and this deserves my whole attention lmao. So here we go againnnnn~~

This reader went through a shit ton of emotions for this Namjoon. Excited to meet him, seeing how dreamily handsome he is, realizing he’s actually kinda messy, and him ending up being a nightmare to live with; to the point you wear ear canceling headphones and having to sleep on your back?!?!! Criminal. !!!

And, on top of all that, she’s lusting badddd for him. I mean, can you judge her?! I’d too, be wet with just one look. Damn him, being that hot, messy af and literally the worst roommate 🥴😩❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Did NOT needed the mental image of him with tight boxers, a shirt and a fucking happy trail😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 but I’m thankful, nevertheless 😂❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

It must be frustrating as fuckkkk hating his guts, but him being the reason you came that hard.

This feels like a one ticket to hell, no turning back, and I’m👏🏼 here 👏🏼 for 👏🏼 it👏🏼😍❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

A Fine Line 1

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader

Genre: roommates/enemies-to-lovers, non-idol!au

Word count: 4.4k

Summary: It’s time to rebuild your life. You’ve got a new job, a new apartment, and a future that might be bright. The only problem? Your new roommate.

Content: masturbation (f.), alcohol consumption (but not drunkenness)

Beta’d, like the whole series, by M @here2bbtstrash 😘😘😘

Chapter Two | Masterlist

1 – Desperate Times 

It was a bad idea. Of course it was. Signing for a room in a shared apartment, sight unseen, was always going to be a bad idea. You knew that when you agreed to it and when you signed the papers and when you handed over your deposit. When has that kind of risk turned out well for anyone? But beggars can’t be choosers; desperate times call for desperate measures etc. You knew what you were getting yourself into.  

At least, you thought you did. 

You approached the apartment door with trepidation, hands gripping the handles of your two suitcases – pretty much all your worldly possessions at this point – so tightly just to stop them shaking. The estate agent opened the door and ushered you in. You were pleasantly surprised to see it; it looked light and clean and modern and really much like any apartment you might have chosen yourself. You almost allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief. Then you saw your roommate.  

The estate agent had told you that he had taken the morning off work specially, so he could meet you. Delays on your end meant that it was already noon so he was going to have to rush off as soon as introductions were made. You were fine with that; you were about to be living together so there was plenty of time to get to know each other. The estate agent walked over to a closed door and knocked lightly. The door opened, but the angle of it meant that you couldn’t see his face as he spoke. A brief, quiet exchange took place and the door closed again. 

The estate agent smiled, slightly awkwardly, and laid out your paperwork on the kitchen counter while you waited for your new roommate to appear. You were still reading through the inventory when you heard a throat clear. You looked up and were unable to suppress a minor whimper. He didn’t appear to have heard you and you thanked the lord.  

“Hi,” he said, “I’m Namjoon.” His voice was thick and deep, reverberating in you somewhere dark and warm.  

He held his hand out towards you and you shook it mindlessly, just about able to mutter your own name in introduction. As he smiled widely and apologised profusely for having to immediately rush off, you nodded dumbly. 

He wasn’t handsome. Well, yes, he was. He was possibly even objectively good-looking. Tall, dark, and handsome like a romance author had written him into existence. His eyes, dark, deep and looking piercingly at you, they sent a spark right through your core; then when he smiled and they all but disappeared, little crescent moons of mirth, crinkling at the corners, you had to suppress another whimper. But that’s not what knocked you out. The power of his charisma, his aura, was overwhelming. Your heart pounded and you were a little ashamed to have felt your thighs press tightly together of their own accord as a small knot of desire formed low inside you. As he walked to the door and left the building, he dragged your eyes with him. Utterly flustered, you barely said goodbye to the estate agent as she left you alone in your new apartment. Your new shared apartment. That you would have to live in with the most handsome man you’d ever seen in real life.  

You didn’t know what to do; your head was swimming. You were bowled over by the force of your desire, the likes of which you couldn’t even remember feeling. Some long-forgotten, lost part of you had just come dangerously alive. You tried to tell yourself it was the stress of moving; you were weak, vulnerable. It didn’t matter. You had to get a hold of yourself if this living situation were going to be anything other than a total disaster. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you had to accept there was just one thing for it.  

You strapped on your big girl pants and quickly made for your new bedroom. You shut the door firmly behind you and flung yourself on the bed. It was ok, you told yourself, because you didn’t know him yet. This was a one-time thing. You hitched your dress up and slid your knickers off – blushing furiously, despite being alone, when you realised how wet they were, how easy you were. You touched yourself quickly, furiously, trying desperately not to picture his face as you came. Trying and failing.  

As your head cleared and your heart rate settled, you looked around at your new room and a cold wave of dread washed over you. Sheets on the bed. Toys, figurines, photos on the shelves, a pile of clothes on the floor, a half empty cup of water on the bedside table. In your desperate impatience to deal with yourself, you had failed to notice any of these blindingly obvious signs that this was not your room. It was his. Sweat pricked all over your body and your heart began to thump again. Momentarily paralysed with panic, you had visions of him suddenly returning – he’d forgotten something, his phone, his wallet – and walking in on you. You came to and raced out of there, grabbing your soiled underwear on the way, and slammed into the room next door. On your hands and knees, you crawled to the floor-length window and pressed your hot cheek against it. The room was empty but for a bed, some built-in cupboards, and a chest of drawers in the corner. Yeah, that was more like it. 

It took you a while to regain your composure and you unpacked quietly and neatly, trying to put it all behind you. When all of your things were away, you sneaked into Namjoon’s room just one more time; you straightened out the bedsheets and checked to make sure you hadn’t made a mess of them, exhaling heavily when you saw you were in the clear. You shut the door behind you as you left and gave your whole body a shake. It was fine. No one had to know. Nothing happened. This apartment was a fresh start for you and you had to make it work. You were going to make it work.  

You decided to go out and buy some homely touches for your bedroom to cheer it up a little, and then, when Namjoon still wasn’t home, you decided to make dinner for the two of you. It slightly assuaged the guilt you felt about wanking in his bedroom five minutes after you moved in and would provide a good opportunity for you to get know him. It would also help test your mettle; if you were going to survive a year living in this place, you needed to know just how badly you were going down for this man.  

You cooked and dished up and checked the time. Gone 8pm. Even later than you’d expected but he still hadn’t come home. You wondered how long you should wait. There didn’t seem to be much point in letting it all go cold. You started and ate, disappointment deflating you slowly as the minutes ticked by.  

With a sigh, you packed his dinner into Tupperware and shoved it in the fridge. You decided to leave a post-it note on it, letting him know he could eat it. It’s nice to be nice, you reasoned. You cleaned up, washed up, cleaned yourself up and it was 10pm. Still no Namjoon. You shrugged it off; it’s not as if you’d actually made plans; you had just sort of assumed he would come home straight after work. You moved into your bedroom, settling down in your clean sheets, looking out of the window at a new view. The first night in a strange, new home was always weird. It wasn’t yours yet. You sunk down under the covers and wondered what the morning would bring.  

The morning brought nothing much of anything. You were anxious about when you could use your shared bathroom, not wanting to make him late, but equally, not wanting to be late yourself. You rushed through your morning ablutions but needn’t have bothered; he either left extremely early or was still in bed. Then it occurred to you that he might not even have come home at all; you shrugged off the tiny needle of jealousy you felt at the thought and went to work.  

You didn’t see Namjoon again the rest of that week. It was a bit like living with a ghost. No, scratch that, a poltergeist. You didn’t see him but you certainly heard him, coming in at all hours, knocking things over, his deep voice carrying through the walls and keeping you up. Things moved overnight; your food disappeared from the fridge, the tell-tale beep of the microwave in the small hours giving him away. You didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot, but it was really starting to piss you off. Did he not realise there was someone else living here now, too? You decided to give him another week, then maybe you’d tell him to be a bit more considerate.  

It was Friday night and you had invited your closest friend, Lina, over for drinks. She was keen to see the new apartment and desperate to see your new roommate. You had, of course, told her what you’d done and she had squealed in delight; being deeply, boringly married to a man she met and fell in love with when she was 18 meant that vicariously living through you was the most excitement she got in the romance department. You almost felt awkward as you settled onto the sofa, bottle of wine on the coffee table between you; it still felt like you were just a guest in Namjoon’s apartment and you didn’t know what he usually did on a Friday. Maybe he had his friends over; maybe you were taking over his space. 

“Oh stop it!” Lina swatted your arm. “You’re paying rent, aren’t you? This is a communal living space; you have as much right to spend time here as he does.” 

She was right, of course, but you didn’t know Namjoon at all; you had said literally one word ever to him – your own name – so you didn’t know how he would react. He might view it as an intrusion. Or he might not.  

“True, true,” you replied. “Maybe he’ll come home at a reasonable hour and we’ll actually be able to talk to him. I suppose I have sort of been hiding out in my room…” 

Namjoon didn’t return until your first bottle of wine was empty. Both heads whipped to look at the front door as you heard the lock turn.  

“Oh, hi.” He looked between the two of you and you thought for a second he couldn’t remember what you looked like and wasn’t sure which one of you he was living with. Then he caught your eyes and you stifled another whimper in your throat. He extended his hand to Lina. “I’m Namjoon, nice to meet you.” 

His deep voice reverberated through you just as it had before and you drained your glass of wine. You needed more fortitude than you had. 

“I’m Lina.” She leant forward to shake his hand and smiled sweetly, but you knew her better than that and you knew exactly what she was going to say as soon as he left the room. 

“Um, you can join us if you like,” you offered, trying to sound casual while your heart hammered in your chest. You stood from the sofa and walked to the kitchen for another bottle, desperate to get out of the heat of his gaze. You could feel his eyes follow you and you held the fridge open a little longer than you needed to, trying to cool your flushed body. 

“Ah, no, thank you. I have a thing tonight.” 

“Aw, that’s a shame,” Lina said. “Next time?” 

He grunted non-committally and shut himself in his bedroom.  

You returned to the sofa with another bottle of wine as Lina screamed silently at you. 

“Oh my god!” she mouthed, fanning herself. You were about to reply when his bedroom door opened and you had to pretend to be chatting casually as he moved into the bathroom, a towel over his shoulder. “Jesus Christ, y/n,” she hissed at you when the bathroom door closed. “You weren’t kidding.” 

You mouthed back at her and the two of you had a whispered, almost silent conversation about him until you heard the shower turn off and you were forced to change the subject lest he overhear you. 

You didn’t see him leave the bathroom in only a towel to go back into his bedroom – you were too busy ferreting under the table for the wine’s screwcap which you had knocked there – and you were grateful for it. When he emerged for the final time, you almost choked on your mouthful of wine. He had swapped baggy jeans and a T-shirt for a crisp, white button down, black slacks, and dress shoes. His hair was swept back over his forehead and you gulped as you watched him clasp a watch around his wrist. You bit your lip as Lina kicked you hard and brought you to your senses. He didn’t appear to have noticed your staring and you were grateful. 

“Have fun, Namjoon!” she sang as he crossed the room to the door. He nodded. “You’ll have to join us next time!” she called at the closing door. It was your turn to kick her. 

“You are going to have to do something about that,” she told you. “I think you’re going to have to fuck him.” 

“Lina!” 

“Oh, it’s not as if you don’t want to! Look at your pupils; they are so big.” 

“Yeah, ’cause I’m fucking drunk right now.” 

“No.” She pointed aggressively at you. “You are drunk with lust.” 

You sighed, frustrated. 

“Do I want him? Yes. Am I literally wet right now? Also, yes-” 

Lina squawked and pushed you away with her feet. 

“But we are roommates; I have to live with him! And I don’t even know him; I think he might actually be an arsehole.” 

Lina shrugged. 

“You’ve had worse.” 

That much, at least, was true. 

Days upon days passed and you settled into a reasonably comfortable routine. Namjoon was no quieter at night, he continued to eat your food, and he left stuff everywhere, but you’d lived with worse. You figured he was a reasonable person – not that you’d really had the chance to get to know him – and were just waiting for a time when you’d be able to talk to him about it. It had to be soon, before your simmering resentment boiled over, but catching him was proving rather difficult. He spent a lot of time at work, leaving and returning at irregular hours – often when you were not yet out of bed or already in it – and when he wasn’t at work, he was in his ‘studio’: the third bedroom he had converted and filled with music equipment. You didn’t want to disturb him while he worked and you were pretty sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear you knock at the door anyway, given how loudly he insisted on playing music – even wearing headphones, the noise leaked out the door. You felt like a ditherer, standing outside his office, waiting for a momentary lull in which you might be able to get his attention. You hated ditherers.  

Eventually, though, an opportunity arose. 

You were making yourself a coffee in the kitchen when he shuffled in and dumped some dirty dishes in the sink. You had to grab the bull by the horns; steeling yourself with a deep breath, you turned around. 

“Hey, Namjoon,” you said, as breezily as you could muster.  

He was already on his way out of the room but turned to look at you, his dark eyes wide and mouth slightly open in surprise. 

You cursed yourself under your breath when your legs trembled. One look at his face and every word you’d ever known evaporated into the air. Your head was empty.  

“Um,” your voice shook and you had to look away; your face was burning. You had – remarkably but truly – forgotten that he looked like that. His messy bed hair and grey tracksuit trousers worn unforgivably low on his hips didn’t help. You had been anxious about having the conversation anyway but the bead of sweat that ran down your back was all him.  

“I’ve just been noticing…” you began. Despite having had this conversation with him a hundred times in your head, you hadn’t really finalised what you wanted to say. “I know there was a bit of time when you lived here on your own before I moved in…” You looked pointedly at anywhere but him; you couldn’t look him in the eye when you were trying to – gently – scold him. You could not look at that face and keep your composure. “It’s just there’s often quite a lot of stuff left about and um, when you leave dishes in the sink, it means I have to wash them and-” 

“Oh,” he said heavily. It was clearly not the conversation he had been expecting. You looked somewhere just over his shoulder, still avoiding eye contact, and he ruffled the hair at the back of his head. “Uh, sure, sure. Sorry. I, uh, I’ll do better.”  

You smiled timidly; you hadn’t actually finished but fine. This was fine. For now at least. A slightly awkward silence descended and he clapped his hands together. 

“Ok then… I’ll uh,” he pointed back to his bedroom and sauntered off. You turned back to your coffee and leant heavily on the counter. Had that gone well? You reasoned that it hadn’t exactly gone badly, but then you saw his dishes in the sink. Which he had just left. You sighed and looked at his closed studio door. Now that he was out of sight, you felt your confidence return; you wanted to go and knock on that door and tell him, actually, it’s not just the dishes, but it’s everything else, too. It’s the food and the loud noise late at night and the stuff, the stuff, the stuff everywhere. You picked up your mug and walked towards his bedroom; then the handle turned and you veered off, scuttling back into your own bedroom as Namjoon emerged again. Shutting the door, you told yourself that he was definitely coming back out to wash up after himself. Probably. Maybe. 

As the days ticked into weeks, nothing changed. Nothing, that is apart from your feelings for him. You were exhausted by the way in which you were continually bowled over by the physical fact of him; fatigued from the way you wanted him; frustrated both that you couldn’t have him and that you, it turned out, didn’t think you really liked him all that much. 

Your frustration soured into resentment which you heroically managed to keep at a low simmer for far longer than you had expected you would. But the temperature was rising. Namjoon was an agent of chaos. Stuff just seemed to fall over when he approached; things appeared in places that they should never have been and disappeared from places they should; all communal spaces were filled with discarded remnants of his life: jackets, jumpers, socks, books, one thousand pairs of ear buds, pens scattered on every surface and stuffed beside every seat cushion; mail left, sometimes opened, sometimes unopened, on the kitchen counter before being moved to the coffee table and then re-appearing in the fruit bowl on successive days. You didn’t understand how one person could have so much crap and be so incapable of keeping on top of it. You had moved from carefully placing things back where they belonged to carefully moving things out of the way to straight up sweeping stuff on to the fucking floor because if he didn’t give a shit, why should you? It wasn’t your crap. You kept your crap contained like a proper adult, like a nice person. When you hoovered, you hoovered around it and if you accidentally sucked something up? Well, maybe he should’ve put away. Not that he ever seemed to notice. The number of things he must have lost over the years and yet he still hadn’t learnt to take care of any of it. He had no respect. No respect for his own things, and no respect for you. None whatsoever. It made your blood boil.  

He was still eating your food. You had begun to make meals in excess, buying a family’s worth of groceries each week just to ensure that you would have enough to eat once he had had his fill. You stomped around the supermarket, growling to yourself about how you’re not his fucking mother and you can’t really afford to just be buying all his fucking food. You scowled into the pan as you cooked and decimated vegetables with your knife with such violence that you once almost took the tip of your finger off. You briefly considered poisoning him – not fatally, just a little bit, just enough to make him pause the next time he went to take your food out of the fridge. You didn’t, of course, too risky. But you thought about it. You thought about it a lot.  

You lay, at night, in your bed, on your back, ear plugs in and noise-cancelling headphones on. You were a side-sleeper- you had been a side-sleeper before this. But now, due to the constant rumble of his voice vibrating through your walls and the rhythmic booming of music at all hours of the night, now you had to be a back-sleeper to keep your headphones on if you wanted to get a single shred of sleep. You would entertain yourself as you drifted off thinking of a million different ways to satisfy your murderous rage. Entirely imaginary, of course. Because, whilst all of that made him infuriating to live with, there was something even worse. 

The worst part of it was that every single time you came face to face with him, your entire body ran hot and cold. His voice sent shivers down your spine. He once brushed up against you in the kitchen to reach a high shelf above you and your pussy throbbed so violently you almost gasped. You couldn’t stand him. You hated him. He angered you each and every single day that you had to put up with his shit, which was every day. He was an inconsiderate, selfish motherfucker who managed to ruin your life daily without even having to see you. You hated him. It was that simple. Namjoon the man, Namjoon the person, you hated with such great intensity you were sure it was going to give you high blood-pressure. But Namjoon the fantasy? The Namjoon in your head: tall, broad, muscular; with dark, penetrating eyes and long, dextrous fingers; the Namjoon who read poetry and art history and who could probably squat you, or even bench you, without breaking a sweat? He also kept you up at night. You didn’t want him to. You tried so hard not to let him in your head. But every time you touched yourself, he was brought violently to the forefront of your mind.  

One morning, you were sitting in the living room, drinking tea, slowly starting your day when he wandered out of his room. Hair on end, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and a T-shirt, he yawned widely and stretched his arms skyward as he headed to the kitchen. You glanced over and inhaled so sharply when you saw the tiny trail of dark hair leading from his navel to his underwear that you choked on your tea. You tried to cover it with a cough and he looked at you, slightly dazed and only half awake. You immediately turned away and tried to think of something, anything, but that dark line of hair and the secrets it led down to. You couldn’t think of how tight his underwear was; you had to pretend not to have noticed. For your own self-preservation, your observations ended at the elastic of his boxers on his hips, you told yourself.  

Hyper-aware of him, you waited, tense and alert for him to make himself a coffee and get a snack and amble back to his room, totally unaware that you sat with your heart hammering in your chest and fluttering in your cunt. You didn’t dare move for the longest time, utterly paralysed with desire. Your tea sat on the table, cold and undrunk, and you pressed your palms against the coffee table, trying to ground yourself. It was no good. You slunk, keeping your legs tightly together, back to your bedroom. You shut the door, locked it, then double and triple-checked that you locked it. You whined quietly as you removed your own underwear and found it soaked. You knew how thin the walls were and knew you would have to keep it really, really quiet. You bit down on your lip, hard, and pushed two fingers inside yourself. You curled them against your front wall and rocked, resting the heel of your hand over your clit, grinding into the friction. You gasped as your walls clenched hard around your fingers, your orgasm approaching far too quickly. Unable to stop yourself, you moaned and then, panicking, grabbed a pillow and stuffed it over your face. You let yourself go, groaning loudly, your hips bucking as your fingers pressed hard against you. You were about to crest when a single image popped into your head. You cried out – still muffled by the pillow – and came hard with a sudden shudder. And that was it. Never again were you able to cum without the image of Namjoon’s little happy trail presenting itself to you. Never again could you look at him without the vague imprint of knowledge of what lay beneath his clothes rearing its head.  

That was why you couldn’t confront him. That was why you couldn’t tell him to get his shit together and think about someone else for a change. Because you knew that, if he asked, you’d get on your knees for him. Over and over and over again. And you hated it.

Masterlist | Chapter Two

[pxjiminsi]

Glass of whiskey

Synopsis: You get drunk the night before your little sister’s wedding as you dislike weddings in general due to your past, but all is about to change when you meet Yoongi at the open bar handing you a glass of whiskey.

Fic type: One Shot

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: SMUT!!! A little bit of angst

Warning: a few cuss words, blow job, cum in breasts, unprotected sex (please take care, my readers), clitplay.

Wc: 2.1k

A/n: Hi! I really enjoyed creating this one as I relate too much from the op about feeling sentimental about weddings lmao. Let me know how you feel about it!

You've always hated weddings. Always hated it. You always looked forward to it when you were a kid, wondering when it’ll be your turn, and by the time you thought it’s your turn, it blew up in your face. 

Your mom was ecstatic when you finally got engaged with this doctor a year ago after dating for a year and a half. You felt like your world had finally set into place. Then a month before the wedding, your happy ending, your son of a bitch fiancé slept with one of your bridesmaids. And if you think that’s the worst part, he didn’t even have the guts to tell you himself, because he broke up with you through text. Eloping with your bridesmaid.

It’s been a year and your life has been nothing but crap. You lost your job after being depressed for so long, had to settle in a small apartment because you don’t have a job to pay dues. And your relationship with your mom fell apart when she blamed you for letting your fiancé sleep with another woman.

You’ve always sworn you’ll never attend one of these events again, that you’ll harden your heart whether it’s your baby sister who asks. But jokes on you, after 2 months of swearing, you hear your little sister’s engagement. Of course, she wanted you to be her maid of honor, she is your best friend after all. You knew how hard it is for her to ask you that, you bet that when she got engaged she’s still thinking of you. You almost ruined your relationship with her because of your depression and how you cut-off people in your life after the incident.

Now the night before the wedding, you’re getting drunk on the wine at the bar of what’s left from the rehearsal dinner, trying to write your maid-of-honor speech of how love is blah blah blah and forever blah blah. You squint your eyes shaking your head trying to figure this out. And before you know it, someone slid you a glass of whiskey. “You look like you need it,” A man with black hair wearing a white long-sleeved and fitted black jeans said, sitting 2 bar stools away from you. You squint your eyes, skeptical about the drink then looking back at him. He looks at you with those piercing cat eyes that you can’t help but feel intimidated by. He grabs your drink and takes a sip, raising his eyebrows, proving he didn’t slip anything in it. 

“Thanks,” raising your glass and chugging the remaining whiskey. “I’m Yoongi,” he held his hand. “Y/n, nice to meet you,” you said, shaking his.

Few drinks in, you’re already beside his seat raving about what a drag this wedding is, not revealing that you’re the maid of honor and the one getting married is your sister. He flashed his gummy smile of his unwittingly, as he placed one of his hands in his thick thighs that you can’t help but be attracted to. You practically have to cross your legs to avoid jumping on him on that bar stool. Even if you’re both talking about different things, you connect with this guy. He has this stabbing cold stare, but when he starts to speak you can feel how soft and gentle his personality is. Especially his listening skills. Maybe because you know you’ll never see each other again after tonight, you spill your guts on him. 

You spilled how your fiancé cheated on you, how you prefer white wine over red, how you hate your roommate because she keeps borrowing things from you without permission. You feel your body getting light for relieving your pent up stress and anger from the past year. He was such a great listener nodding at every story he relates to, laughing at your drunk stories, and shaking his head at your unbelievable adventures. “Thanks, you know, for listening” that’s all you can say sipping on your wine. He just shook his head with his smile, gesturing it’s okay.

“I better head up, one more drink, and I’ll pass out,” You try to hold on to the counter to push yourself up from the barstool but slides accidentally holding his thick thighs instead. He grabs you by your arm, to help you not fall. “I’m walking you to your floor, I’m going up anyways.” He drinks his remaining whiskey and gently leads you on to the elevator.

You both entered the elevator and you stood behind him on the corner. “What floor?” He asks without turning at you. “18th” he then pushes the 21st floor and the 18th. “You’re on the 21st?” you blurted out. You don’t know why you asked but it’s painfully obvious that his room is on the 21st. “Yeah, you alright?” He looks at you brushing his hair up. Tipsy as you are, you scanned his whole physique right in front of his eyes, remembering how you kept your legs crossed the entire time you’re at the bar to ignore your pulsing wet clit from his musky crisp clean scent,  slightly open chest from his half unbuttoned shirt, and thick thighs almost bulging out from his pants. 

And it’s not just you, you can see how he’s eyeing your exposed neck and collarbone all night down to your figure and exposed thighs from your short body-fitting dress. You flood the whole elevator with unspoken sexual tension even without looking at each other.

You snapped out of your trance when the elevator dings at your floor. You step out slowly from the elevator, wanting to see if he’ll stop you. “Nice to meet you, Yoongi” prolonging your interaction. He just slightly smiled and nodded with arms crossed, and as soon as the elevator door started to close, you placed it in your hand, shocking Yoongi. He huffs and smirked, not expecting what you did. “You’re not really going to do anything?” Silently thanking the alcohol for this sudden surge of confidence about what you are saying. “Do what?” he cockily asks “You wanna fuck me?” he continued piercing you with his dark gorgeous eyes. He caught you off guard, dumbfounded as to what answer you are going to give him. The elevator continues to ding with your hand in it. 

“Do you want to fuck me?” He repeats himself with a more sultry and muggy voice changing his stance as he walks towards you. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster. Your heart jumps as the elevator dings again, but you’re even surprised as Yoongi pulls you by the waist letting the elevator door close. He pins you at the wall, his mouth on yours, a frenzied moan escapes your mouth as he pushes his tongue inside. 

You pressed your body in his core arms in his neck pulling his kiss deep in you. The elevator dings at his floor. You both composed yourself for a minute, his hand in yours as he leads you to his room. He starts to kiss you again as he swipes his key card and the room to his door opens.

He gently pushes you to his bed, never removing his eyes on you and your body, as he takes off his jacket and pulls his necktie loose to the side. You pull him down by his tie kissing him deeply as he slides his right hand from your legs to your thighs to the lace of your panties. You continue to grind your remaining leg on him feeling his hard cock in his tight pants. 

He started to kiss your neck, gently placing love bites to your collarbone, down to your chest, he then raised your dress while licking you from your tummy to your breasts. You can’t stop the moans escaping your mouth as you turn over. It’s your turn to push him into the bed. You take off your dress and bra leaving Yoongi biting his lower lip admiring your form. You pull his tight pants as his massive thick cock cast out of it. A small drool came out of your lips as he guided your face towards his cock and before you knew it, he was thrusting his hips with a hand on your head. You try so hard to control your gag reflex grabbing his thighs pressing little crescents, his skin begins to sting but he didn’t mind. You started to tear up as he thrust on your mouth for the last time before placing your dripping wet pussy on his cock.

He slaps your ass as you ride him with your back facing him. He guides your hips up and down fucking you vigorously with one hand rubbing your swollen clit. “Fuck, y/n, your pussy is so tight,” as he slams on you harder, feeling your lower body snapping at every thrust. Your mind goes numb hearing those words. You can feel your cum building up from your core, with legs even spreading. You help him play with your clit as you rubbed yours faster. “Oh, fuck I’m going to cum,” you scream as he places his finger from your clit to your mouth. “Cum on me, baby” Yoongi moans. Hearing his moan shot your body with arousal that radiated all over your body.

He then lays you down not removing his cock from your inside, you can hardly keep up with his pacing as you’re still too dazed from your release. As rough as he is in you, he places gentle kisses on your lips, almost reminding you that you’re more than a quick fuck. After a few more thrusts, his jaw started to clench as soft curses left his mouth. “Where do you want it, baby?” You can see sweat forming on his forehead and chest. “Anywhere” you answered panting. He gripped your ass tight as he pulled from you gripping his shaft. A few pumps in and thick spurts from his cock cover your breasts with soft grunts escaping his mouth.

You relax on the bed covering your bodies with the blanket after cleaning up. “I’m so pathetic. This is so pathetic” you cover your face with your arms. “No you’re not, you were great.” he kisses your forehead, letting you be the little spoon as you drift off to sleep.

The next morning, you see him already gone. I mean what did you expect, that you’ll wake up to his kisses or him bringing you breakfast in bed? You take a deep breath, as much as you enjoyed last night, you can’t wait to get home drunk again tonight after the wedding.

As much as you hated weddings, you didn’t mind the ceremony at all. Seeing your little sister say her vows, her friends cheering, and her getting married to the love of her life made you feel nostalgic about your childhood with her. And you feel nothing but happiness and love for her.

As the guests started to arrive at the reception hall, you went straight to the open bar waving the bartender for a glass of wine. A beautiful melody covers the reception hall as the acoustic singer started to play his guitar. His voice is so soft and sullen, mesmerizing in fact. You turn around to see who this enigmatic singer is. You can’t believe your eyes as you see Yoongi, his eyes direct in yours as if he’d seen you since you entered the room. He finishes the song never leaving your eyes, nor did you in his. 

The only time you broke eye-contact is when the crowd started to clap and he started thanking them. He sang a few more songs until the emcee took over, starting the reception ceremony. He walks towards you. Your heart pounding, he looks so beautiful in his all-black suit and his piercing eyes that you don’t know, but it makes you forget your name. 

He slides you a glass of whiskey and asks, “Tough wedding? You look like you need this” exposing his gummy smile. “Not so bad anymore,” you said as you took a sip of your drink.

[rigginsstreet]

JULIA’S FICS MASTERLIST

so it’s my wifes ( @fredheads ) birthday and im a flop who doesnt have her birthday fic ready (it’ll be done... before the end of the month. absolutely should not take that long but thats the only definite timeline i have lmao) SO to celebrate, i think you all should read her fics and leave nice comments because it’s what she deserves :)

MULTI CHAPTER (unfinished)

She's The One (fem!fredsythe)

Just Like Heaven (fredsythe, alice - fred escapes the Sisters au)

talk about a dream, try to make it real (fredsythe, gladys - college au)

quiet mercy (fredsythe - the OG fred & the sisters of quiet mercy fic)

Papa (fred and artie exploration)

wanna be your backdoor man (fredsythe - h*rny neighbor antics)

With a Girl Like You (fred and gladys friendship)

all our costliest treasures (baby fredsythe at christmas julia i would like to see more... its your birthday i should not be requesting things my apologies)

but your kids are gonna love it (archie and jughead - back to the future au i never saw that movie so i cant say for sure but they do time travel so that checks out to me)

Riverdale High's Last Annual Father-Daughter Winter Fling (fred takes veronica to the father/daughter dance because hiram is in jail =/ )

i say the phrases that keep it all going (different takes of fred fp archie and jughead dying in each others arms julia where is the fredsythe one... just asking)

MULTI CHAPTER (finished [according to ao3])

wouldn't it be good (ensemble - everyones paired up and has to raise an egg)

love is like a heat wave (fredsythe summertime antics)

burnt toffee (halice - working at an icecream shop, falling in love, v cute)

if only in my dreams (penelope lies about having a boyfriend)

let nothing you dismay (alice cooper fixing christmas)

there's a blue light in my best friend's room (hal and fred bonding hour)

The Trials of Cheerleading (or, "Throwing In The Megaphone") (the parentdale bible just read it and forget anything else anyone [ras] has ever told you)

fred andrews adopts a gang (bet you cant tell what this is about)

from the rich to the poor they are mostly unkind (i think this is a sweet pea centric fic?? julia really has something for everyone but dont expect her to do this again)

fp's adventures in domesticity (fp taking care of the andrews household while fred recovers from getting blasted in the chest)

Oblivion (all the times fred has experienced god)

west of memphis (jarchie post 107 thats all i can tell you idk)

ONE SHOT

Wherever you go i'll be with you (fp and archie - a timeline after freds death)

that's as close as i'll get to loving you (fremary - fred asks mary out)

i'm only good at being bad, bad (gladys hating her deadbeat husband <3)

and all the miles in between (fp and tom on the bus to basic training)

excerpts from the same party (freds interactions...at a party... the title is pretty self explanatory but who doesnt love a party fic ammirite ladiez)

don't you know these days you pay for everything (fred, fp, mary - i remember this being fp playing wingman to get fred and mary together cuz he likes mary better than hermione.... read more to find out if im right)

tying faith between our teeth (fredsythe - au where fp goes to college and doesnt ruin his life)

and they were roommates (fredsythe - another college au)

The Construction Tree (jarchie - idk what this is about i dont read kid fics im sorry... but julias a bomb ass writer so im sure the jarchies will love it anyway)

flowers grow through cement (fred gaining weight and feeling insecure)

night creatures call and the dead start to walk in their masquerade (HALLOWEEN FREDSYTHE BABYYYY!)

get me a prescription for that one perfect touch (fredsythe sick fic)

i don't know where else i can go (more hal and fred bonding hour)

everybody's got a hungry heart (fredsythe sexy time with food... that sounds weird.... listen either youre into it or youre not)

not so typical love song (fp and mary bonding hour)

all the redemption i can offer (fremary after the shooting... im pretty sure... listen i have a bad brain i cant remember things just read it)

Simply Irresistible (fred is a ho)

took the words (right out of my mouth) (four times fred and fp say ‘i love you’)

if you wanna get it done you gotta do it yourself (fp and mary loving fred... who is a ho)

people livin' in competition (more fp/fred/mary nonsense with fp gay pining what a good triangle i would have liked to seen it...)

buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight (mary works at youth crisis hotline and fred calls in)

that's what they say when we're together (halram post high school au)

a good old fashioned romance (hiram flaunting his wealth instead of displaying emotions)

you don't know what (you) got (fred has great friends even though hes a bit of a putz)

watch your weight (more fredsythe food shenanigans)

Valuable Lessons Learned On The Tilt-A-Whirl, or "Babe, You Ought To Quit This Scene Too" (alice hermione fred and fp go to the fair)

what once was (jughead and the andrews after freds shooting)

you must remember this (i have no recollection of what this is about but it sounds jughead centric)

takes guts to be gentle and kind (idk what this is either lmfao but i know julia saved moose and midge in it... idk midge but good for her [granted this also takes place after 202 so keep that in mind])

FP Jones and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad House Party (or, "Nothing Good Ever Happens At One Of These") (oh i remember this one.... mmmm. title tells you all really)

and so please help them with your youth ( ‘fred teaches archie to walk. archie returns the favor’)

andrews & son (more fred and archie post 201)

Blueberry Pie (fredsythe - my review of this fic is just me clutching my chest saying ‘oh god, oh fuck’)

never drill for oil on a city street (part 1 of mary working at a youth crisis hotline and fred calling in and i should put this above the other fic but like... you can figure out one and two on your own i believe in you)

The Perils of Faking Illness (or, “two times Fred Andrews faked sick to get out of class and one time he actually needed a hospital”) (read the title)

healing, in three parts (fred fp archie and jughead attempt a roadtrip)

all along the watchtower (#fredandrewsisriverdale)

guess that we were too much of the same kind (fred getting visitors in the hospital)

sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become (fred and alice bonding hour)

nice day for a white wedding (fredsythe hospital times babyyyy!)

The Unexpected Perks of Feminist Activism (or, "Fingertip Rules") (fred gets fucked in a skirt by fp thats all you need to know)

Any Way You Want It (reggie x moose idk what it is but if you like them here you go)

fun, fun, fun (till her daddy takes the t-bird away) (beach antics! freds a menace but fp loves him anyway...)

hands over the ears of my heart (fred and hermione share a bed but platonically)

the apocalypse comes sooner than you think (fredsythemione antics)

small as a world and large as alone (a series of drabbles about archie jughead and fred post 104)

do a good turn daily (archie x reggie post 103)

seven minutes in heaven (archie and reggie picked for 7 minutes in heaven)

tell me every terrible thing you ever did (archie drops jughead off after the pep rally)

[slccplessnights]

This blog is still kinda new so this might not show up, but... I’m really in the mood for some 1x1 rps (preferably on discord), if anyone’s interested! I’m a full time student so I get a little busy for replies sometimes, but I am always on for hcs, plotting and all that fun stuff! Gonna add all the info down below because I have a tendency to ramble so I’m sorry it’s a lot lmao.

general info about me: 

I’m 23, so I’d prefer my partners to be at least 18+. GMT+5 timezone, but almost always online and replying on discord because insomnia lmao. 

As mentioned above, I am a full time student and have classes mon - fri with my busy days mostly being tuesdays and wednesdays. 

I write all pairings m/m, f/f, m/f, nb, etc. My personal preference is m/m or m/f. 

I’m pretty open with the kinds of plots I do, let me know and we can talk! I’m a sucker for cliche tropes. Good with nsfw content, darker themes and smut, but the last bit isn’t the most important thing for me so if you’d rather not i’m 100% good with that too. 

Only faceclaims I won’t write with are deceased fcs, underaged, or ones with abuse, racist, etc histories. 

things I really want to do: 

lets start with fandom pairings: 

Buddie from 9-1-1. I love them so much, friends to lovers trope??? THE BEST. and who doesn’t love hot firefighters? I’m down for literally anything with them, canon, aus, etc. just gimme. I can play either of ‘em but my preference lies with playing Buck. 

Reddie from IT. Another pairing I love with all my heart, I’d be down for any au with these two as well. All the tropes, all the aus, fix-it timeline? Lets go. I play Richie, but I could try my hand at Eddie. 

Justin/anyone (OCs included) from 13 Reasons Why. I just love Justin Foley so much, and I wanna rp him against someone, please? I’d give you anything you want lmao. 

other fandoms include: Teen Wolf, GoT, Stranger Things (Byler, Lumax, Elmax, Stancy mostly, possibly Mileven or Jancy), The 100 (I play Murphy).

non fandom plot ideas: 

alright, so like one specifically for m/m would be frat bros. They sneak around and hook up and it’s all “no homo lol” until they realize that it’s actually very “yes homo” and no matter what they say that it’s just sex, deep down they know it’s not and it leads to complications and frustrations, even jealousy mayhaps? bad explanation but we can talk and i can explain my thoughts better lmao. Could have joined the frat together in freshman year and are best friends that start hooking up, or one muse could be a pledge or new initiate, the other is a slightly older member. for the latter I wouldn’t mind playing either muse. 

this one’s for f/m and I’d prefer the f, but could def do m too! The idea here is that f was never in a serious relationship because she was always busy and focused on her goals, but she started dating m and he understood her priorities and supported her. they had a good, strong relationship and before either of them knew it they’d been together for 2-3 years and that made f panic because she felt trapped even though she loves him and ends up sabotaging their relationship and sleeping with someone else. She tells him and he breaks up with her but they’re both still very much in love and maybe trying to work through it as friends? But can they remain just friends? lets find out! he may also be trying to make her jealous but that’s neither here nor there. 

an idea for f/f. One’s a popular cheerleader and the other’s a little nerdy and unpopular. They’re either best friends that grew up together and both harbor secret feelings for each other but never acted on it, or they’re even already dating and we have the cutest relationship where they’re just in love and so fucking soft. Or they could hate each other’s guts but there’s always this sexual tension under that both are refusing to admit until it spills over and a heated argument leads to another kind of passion. 

m/m, f/f, m/f, m/nb, f/nb, nb/nb, any. And they were roommates!! They’re pretty good friends and roommates, but there’s always been a spark of something. Neither acted on it, but they’re also super domestic and get mistaken as a couple by people that don’t know them at parties or friends’ get togethers. Always side by side at those occasions, getting each other drinks. Muse A gets tired and walks over to Muse B who’s having a conversation with someone else, just tugs on their sleeve and Muse B knows it’s time to go home, excusing themself from the conversation to grab their coats and go home. Just super cute domestic stuff, it starts platonic but grows to more. Lets throw some jealousy in there if one time Muse B doesn’t wanna leave and decides to stay and flirt with the person they’re with so jealousy and angst! 

m/m. where muse A, closeted and in denial, calls a phone sex line on a dare expecting to talk to a girl but gets muse B instead, a shockingly sultry-voiced dude who just laughs at the mistake and keeps on flirting with muse A until he gives in and lets muse B talk him into one of the best orgasms he’s ever had — and after that he can’t seem to stop calling back, be it for sex talks or regular talks, eventually getting weirdly close with a guy he’s never seen and who’s never seen him, but who already might know him just a little bit better than most of the people who are actually in his life do. ( I got this from @softhvnds but the blog doesn’t exist anymore so i can’t credit them! ) 

f/m, m/m, m/nb. This one’s probably like a politician’s adult child (maybe a college student, etc) and their surly bodyguard, because I just love that cliche okay? The politician’s kid is kinda spoiled and maybe kind of a wild child, always partying and sneaking away, and the bodyguard always has to track them down and drag them back or go with them and make sure they don’t get too messy. just anything and everything about that lol. 

m/m, f/f. They’re kids of super rich rival business/magazine owners, politicians, etc, idk something like that. Basically just enemies, feuding families and they’re always trash talking each other every time they see each other as well. both spoiled and used to getting their own ways, probably go to school/college together and share a lot of classes, get paired up and hate every moment. See each other at social events too, always bicker, but maybe one day the bickering and arguing leads to a heated make out sessions and now they’re sneaking around to hook up and they totally don’t like each other, it’s JUST sex, nothing more, nope not at all. They’re both lying to themselves about that. 

[heyauntieeee]

I don’t have anything specific but college Erik is my favorite Erik 🥰🥰🥰

Title: Study Buddy (Lame ass title I but I couldn’t come up withanything else lmao)

College!Erik X Black!Reader

Summary: Erik helps you study for your TEAS exam

Warnings: Language, Slight smut (my first time bear with me)

This would be my first time writing college!erik but I hope you enjoy it. This subject is currently relating to me because I’ve been studying for the entrance exam for nursing, so here it goes!

The both of you were currently onspring break, however, while your roommates went home, you decided to stay atcampus to study for the TEAS exam and your boyfriend Erik is staying with yousince he doesn’t have any family outside of you. Since this test was one of theonly things, besides your grades, that was standing between you and the nursingprogram, you made it very clear that there couldn’t be much fooling around asyou were taking the test in two weeks time.

The two of you were sitting on yourcouch in your campus apartment. Your books and notes litters on the coffeetable. There was a highlighter between your teeth and a pen between your indexand middle fingers. You were deeply engrossed in your notes focusing on thescience section in particular seeing as it was the most important section ofthe exam. 

You could feel Erik staring a holein the back of your neck, so you sit up and squint your eyes at him.

“I thought you were gonna help mestudy.”

“You tryna be in them books, I’m tryna be in them guts. It’s beena minute since I seen you baby girl, I miss you.” Erik proceeds to startkissing your neck and while you missed him too, God knows you did, you couldn’t be distracted at themoment. You shrug him off of you and mush his face trying to push him to theother side of the couch not caring about the fact that he was so fucking bulkyhe didn’t budge, he snorts at your effort.

“Daka you know this test isimportant,” You whine. “I can’t be fucking around I need at least an 85% onthis thing.”

He sighs, knowing you were rightand not willing to come between you and your education. He had faith that youwould pass considering you excelled in your prerequisite courses. You were everthe over achiever, willing to succeed by any means necessary. He could recallnot being able see or talk to you for days, when you were in high school andthroughout your time in college because you had to study for exams or completeprojects and papers. Hell, if it weren’t Spring Break this would undoubtedly beone of those times. Trust and believe he was the same way, but for the week hejust wanted to lay up under his girl.

“Aight, how about this, every timeyou get an answer right, I’ll kiss you wherever you want.” The proposition, ascorny and cliché as it was, piqued your interest. As fly as Erik was, he’s had his fair share of being a cornballsometimes.

“Is this to help me or to helpyou?” You ask.

“I’m helping the both of us getwhat we need, princess.” Surely you weren’t gonna pass up on his offer. Youthink why the hell not.

“Ard, quiz me.”

Excited, he grabs one of the studybooks and tells you that they’ll do science questions sincethat’s what you’ve been focusing on for that particular day, then flips the pages to the back of thebook where the practice questions were. He looks over the question beforeraising his head to meet my eyes. His gaze makes you squirm.

“First question: What crystallinesolid contains ionic bonds with the least covalent character?”

You scrunch yourface up. “So, you just gon come out the gate with the hard questions? Youknow I hate chemistry.” 

“Ion give a fuck, you answering thequestion. Tic toc lil nigga.” You kiss your teeth and think hard. Chemistry wasnever your strong suit. In all honesty you still don’t know how you managed topull a ‘B’. Must’ve been by the grace of God. Finally, you just give upand guess.

“I don’t know, Sodium?”

There was a pause for about fiveseconds before he lets out this obnoxious buzzing noise scaring the living shitout of you.

“DAMN NIGGA! Did you have to be sofucking loud?!”

“Did you have to be so wrong?”

“Don’t make me smack you Erik.”

“You ain’t slapping shit over here,I dare you.” You roll your eyes.

“Anyway, what’s the answer,” you ask impatiently.

“Lithiumfluoride. We coming back to that question.”

“Or we canskip chem all together,” you mutter.

“NOT ON MYWATCH!” He yells as he slams his hand down on the book startling you onceagain.

“Aight,Iyanla Vanzant wannabe next question!”

He flipsthrough some pages again saying more slick shit under his breath. Some thingsto the effect of ‘not letting his babyfuck up her grade cause she don’t know the difference between coefficients andcovalent bonds. She gon learn today.’ When you think about it, it’s reallysweet, but he can be so damn aggravating. He finally finds another question andreads.

“What eventoccurs simultaneously with the end of systole?” This one you definitely knew.

“The rightventricular pressure reaches a minimum value.” Erik grins.

“That’s whatI’m talkin bout baby! Where you want it?”

You thinkabout where you want to be kissed and remember he didn’t kiss you when he camethrough the door earlier, he only greeted you with a weak ass half hug becausehe was on the phone when he walked in, which he knows you hate but themotherfucker still does it anyway.

You thenpoint to your lips with a pout. “I never got my kiss when you came in, justsome lame ass hug.”

“My bad mama,I was handling business.”

“I know.” Andyou knew exactly what that business was.

Erik goingaway on his secret missions, coming home bruise, bloodied, and new additions ofscars to his body. Of course, you didn’t like seeing him that way and everytime you fussed over him and cleaned him up, he’d remind you that this was allpart of the plan that he was destined for something, greater and that our timewould come.

You’rebrought out of your thoughts by the feeling of Erik’s soft full lips on yours. Youinstantly start kissing him back, your hands grip his forearms, longing tobring him closer. He leans more toward you, his large frame towering over youas he deepens the kiss. You lean back further into the couch and allow him torest between your legs. He brings one of his hands to your next and it reststhere for a second, then you feel the slight pressure of Erik squeezing yourneck with just enough pressure that causes you to gasp, letting his tongueenter your mouth. The taste of him is unreal, even after all these years ofbeing with him, kissing him like this, he still tastes better than the firsttime you kissed him. You let his tongue dominate yours and roam around in yourmouth. You let a small moan leave your mouth and get an ‘mhm’ in reply. Thebass in his voice sends a shock down your spine and straight to your core. Youmoan again as you feel the wetness between your thighs.

The sound ofthe book falling to the floor caused you to break apart. Erik gives you one morepeck and pulls away, picking up the book and flipping back to the questions asif nothing happened. Meanwhile you’re a panting mess lying on the couch.

“Come on lilbit, we gotta finish.”

Not wantingto move, you pout. “But-” He quickly interrupts.

“Ion wannahear that whining shit, you said you wanted to study so that’s what we doing.Sit ya thick ass up and get to work.”

“Ok” you sayin a hushed tone as you reluctantly sat up.

“Aight nextquestion…”

After a answeringa series of questions, getting only a few wrong and being subjected to Erik’sloud ass buzzing noise and the ones you got right, well… let’s just stay you’reglad you won’t really have to step out of the house for the week. You bothagreed to avoid kissing the lips to avoid further distraction. So, you had himkiss you in simpler places, your forehead, cheeks, the back of your hands. Butwhen he got to your neck and torso, you would’ve thought Erik was a wild animalthe way he marked you up. Dark hickies littered your neck and torso. What wassupposed to be a light peck and nibble, turn into a ravishing of your body. Hewas now examining his work with pride.

“And when wego out, you ain’t covering them shits either.” You scoff and roll your eyes asyou examine yourself in the mirror with horror.

“N’Jadaka Ican’t leave the house looking like this!”

“You thinkthat I give a fuck? Cause I don’t. You mine and everybody gonna know it. Andwhen they fade Imma put more on you.”

“Everybody oncampus already knows that I’m yourstrust me. You ain’t marking up my body no more nigga.”

“We’ll seebout that shit.” You make your way toward the couch with a yawn, ready to bedone with this study session. Your brain was officially fried, and you justwanted to go to bed.

“Aightprincess last question. You get this one right and I’ll pick where I get tokiss you ok?”

“Ok,” You sayready and nervous for the next question.

“What hormonehas rapid effects that are similar to effects associated with the activation ofthe sympathetic nervous system?”

You almostdrew a blank. You had studied the endocrine system from top to bottom and itwas just on the tip of your tongue.

“Thyroidhormone?”

There was along pause and you almost disappointed that you got it wrong until…

“YEAH BABY!HELLYEAH! WHO GETTING IN THAT NURSING PROGRAM? YOU GOT THAT SHIT IN THE BAG”his shouting startled you but excited you all the same. Erik picks you up andspins you around showering your face with kisses making you giggle. He settlesyou down to your feet and looks you deep in your eyes. His dark eyes staringinto the very depth of your soul.

“You got thisshit Y/N. No matter how much you doubt or worry or stress you one of thesmartest people I know. You getting ya ass in that program and you gon killthat shit. And know, no matter what happens, I got you, for life. You hear me?”

You stare upat him with tear in your eyes. You never thought it could be possible to lovein even more than you did in this moment. Struggling to find the words to say,you say the only words you can form. “I love you baby.”

“I love you more.Now lemme give you your reward. Lay down on the couch.”

You excitedlylay back look at Erik in all his glory. All you can think is how could you havegotten so lucky. You watch as he removes his hoodie with the shirt underneathto reveal his muscular form and scar riddled chest. You lick your lips inanticipation.

“You gon letDaddy reward you?” his voice was low and husky; his eyes were filled with lust.You bite your lower lip and nod your head.

“I need wordsbaby.”

“Yes please.”

He settles himselfbetween my legs like before. He places his lips on your and you start to kissback. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and you moan into his mouth. Erikreleases your lips and trails more kisses down your neck, and you moan somemore. Everything about him drove you insane. You sit up and remove your shirtand bra. Erik immediately start put the left breast in his mouth, twirling histongue around the nipple letting the bud harden. You arch your back as he gentlybites the nipple.

“Ah!” yougasp.

“You alrightbabygirl.” Erik asks blowing air on the wet mound, making your nipple hardeneven more.

“Yes.”

He gives you anotherkiss, repeats the actions on the other breast. He works his way down, nippingand licking your torso until he gets to the top of your shorts. You sit up on yourforearms and watch with anticipation. Erik looks up and peers at you intently.

“You ready?”

“I’m ready” yousay breathlessly.

He begins toslide your shorts off at an agonizingly slow pace and to his delight, you weren’twearing any underwear. He throws your shorts to the floor.

“Look at thatshit,” he hissed, dragging a finger along your glistening slit and you moan at thetouch. “You so fuckin wet, who all this for?”

It’s for yo-fuuuckkkk” You were cut off as her slid a finger inside your core. He leans forward,brining his lips to your ear.

“I didn’thear you, who you said it was for.” His voice was even deeper, and it was drivingyou crazy as he start to pump his finger inside you, brushing your spot withevery movement. You moan louder

“It’s for youDaddy!” That gains a growl from him.

“That’sfuckin right!” He inserts another finger and pumps faster, massaging your clitwith his thumb. You were panting at this point, gripping the back of the couchholding on for dear life.

“It feels sogood.” You cried.

“You bout tofeel even better.” He sits up, removes his fingers, brings them to his mouth andstarts to suck every drop of your juices, never taking his eyes off you. Youshudder. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and licks his lips.

“Damn yousweet.”

He lower himselfbetween your legs and began to kiss your inner thighs, nipping all the way downto your core. He smacks a loud kiss right on your clit.

“MWAH! Love thatpussy!”

“Stop playin,E.” you giggled.

“Ain’t nobodyplayin. I’m showing this pussy some love, putting respect on her name.”

“Are youfinished or are you done?” you decided to go alone with the Bird Man reference.

He growls andyanks you toward him throwing your legs over his shoulders and began devouringyour pussy.

“Shit!”

He sucked onyour clit hard, swirling his tongue around it repeatedly. Erik dragged his tongueup and down dipping it inside your core every time. He lifted his face and spaton my clit, beard wet and all.

“Goddamn,”you say. “You so fuckin sexy keep doing that shit.”

“My pleasure.”

“Nigga thisain’t Chic-fil-a, eat my pussy!”

“You gon shutthat smart shit up Y/N keep playin.”

“Keep eatinand I won’t have nothing to say.”

He muttersabout having something for your ass later then lowers his head once again. Hebrought his face to your wetness once more and sucked on the clit while movingtwo fingers inside of you at a fast past. You gripped his dreads in one hand ashe curls his fingers to hit your spot once again.

“Fuck yess!” youscream feeling so close, you were almost there.

“Cum for mebabygirl, gimme that shit.” His words were more than enough to bring you to theedge. Your back arched as you moaned loudly, you could feel your wallstightening around his fingers. Erik lapped up your release, a deep growl camefrom his throat.

“So fuckin sweet.I’d eat you all day everyday if I could.” He kisses his way up your body as youpanted in exhaustion finally reaching your lips. He kissed you deeply dippinghis tongue in your mouth. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Hereleases you from his mouth and looks you in the eyes.

“You likeyour reward?” you smiled.

“Yes, thankyou study buddy.”

[ohlukcs]

( alex wolff, male ) did you hear how LUKAS TOZER is applying to columbia university as a FILM & MEDIA STUDIES major ?! the 19 year old is living in the WALLACH HALL. i heard that they got in because they are + PASSIONATE and +THOUGHTFUL, but honestly i think HE can be -ASSUMING and -CYNICAL. they’re a real MAVERICK. oh well, only time will tell if the SOPHOMORE will make it til the end.

about the mun !!

hi hello my name is sam (she/her), im 22, and im a big fat mess at all times :) um but a lil more about me is that i’m australian and a recently graduated film student lmao. i’ve been rping for like ten years now i think idk but i am a NERVOUS BITCH !!!!!!! and it sometimes takes me forever to reply to things (ic and ooc) bc of that so pls be patient with me lmao. anyway, happy 2 be here !! if u like this post i’m gonna assume u wanna plot with me and my idiot and hit u up !!! lets mcfreakin lose it !!!!

about lukas !!

full name: lukas joshua tozer

nickname(s): luk-ass idk whatever u can come up with lmao

age: nineteen

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

hometown: jackson, new jersey

date of birth: nov 4th

occupation: student ( film and media studies, sophomore ), cook/server at a nearby 24hr pizza joint

relationship status: single

drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes

faceclaim: alex wolff

positive traits: passionate, thoughtful, creative, ambitious, untethered, humorous

negative traits: assuming, cynical, insensitive, rebellious, resentful, irresponsible

if he was in a hogwarts house: slytherin

now some more dot points that are just me talking about lukas !!

was born in fort lauderdale florida but there is a vERY low chance he will ever admit that, he’ll just say he’s from new jersey. as far as he’s concerned, he’s always been from new jersey even if his family did move there after he turned twelve

speaking of things lukas probably wont ever tell u but i’m including them anyway: his family is kind of messy. not majorly but like a little bit more than average. he had two brothers, now he only has one. i’m not gonna include a whole lot of nitty gritty here i’ll save it for when i write the real bio and can actually do it justice but its the reason they moved from florida and it has had a pretty major effect on lukas over time obviously

he’s the baby of the family and he’s pretty much always been treated like one. it has left him pretty immature and irresponsible. still learning that his actions have consequences and that he cant just be a total dick all the time. he’s improved in those areas a fair bit since he started at columbia a year ago but he still has a long way to go

he didn’t ever really expect to go to columbia, he’s from a middle class family and his dad didn’t even go to college. he applied for columbia just as a might as well give it a go thing. like maybe it will happen. they had a film course and although the course itself isn’t really great, the connections to the industry available at columbia were valuable enough for him to try. he was wait listed up until basically the last minute, preparing to go to a college in boston instead but when he was accepted he knew he had to go. for himself, for his family, and for his lost brother.

obviously irresponsible attitude has led to some Bad Decision Making including but not limited to partying and drugs. he doesn’t prioritise that lifestyle over his school work (bc he knows how lucky he is to be at columbia at all) but he is a big believer that you need to experience things to be a great artist and he plans on being the greatest artist so bad decision town here we come !!!!

he has a pet goldfish named michael bublé pls dont nark

for more info on him click here to check his about page, no bio there yet but hopefully soon

wanted connections babey !!

course friends/rivals/anything: i am writing these before acceptances happen so i have no good god damn idea if any other characters are film majors but hit me the hell up if they are bc i would love to plot some stuff out

old roommate(s) : lukas was probably an entertaining roommate but probably verged on annoying pretty easily. he’s messy, gross, probably didn’t respect the do ur fucking dishes rule in first year ( probs still doesnt tbh ). but he also has a password to every streaming account plus a phat hard drive full of movies and shows that he is absolutely willing to share with u so just depends what ur into i guess. maybe this connection led to friendship or maybe they hate each other now. im down for either/both 

dealer: hi welcome back to bad decision town. lukas isn’t into any hard stuff but is a big weed smoker (to my understanding medicinal cannabis is allowed but lukas def doesn’t have a prescription), then after that it’s kind of just experimenting. will chat more details if u wanna take this connection

booze leachers: so yes lukas is 19 but he has four, thats right, four fake ids. he is not willing to give u his contact for fake ids but he is willing to buy u booze if u pay him. dont hate the player hate the game

gang gang: pretty much just a close group of friends. i imagine all pretty relaxed, all pretty chill. idk what to say here except i want people to care about him and let him put on dumb movies and watch them with him and probably have dumb matching stick and poke tattoos and hog a communal tv to play mario kart but lets talk about it

fast food workers deserve respect too: as mentioned, lukas works at a 24hr pizza joint near campus which means he’s seen some shit. one of the things he’s seen multiple times is drunk student trashing the place. whether it be vomit, forgetting how to hold a cup, or bet try at a food fight lukas has seen it and he’s cleaned it up too. this connection could be that maybe he helped someone out and cleaned them up and got them back to campus when their friends ditched and now they look out for lukas too and its a positive connection. or maybe lukas hates their guts and spits on their food whenever they show up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who’s to say

hot girl bummer by blackbear: now listen here’s an angsty connection i want, and i def want to plot it out way more with whoever takes it on but basic outline of what i have in mind: they’ve kind of sort of been dating for a while but they’re just falling out of whatever they had to begin with. they were never official, they probs def fucked around with other people while they were ““““together”””””, lots of oh sorry ur taking it so seriously i thought we were just chilling bullshit. all of this girls friends probs hate lukas and he definitely hates them back. were probably once really good friends and had a really good time together but they’ve lost it. will they find it again or will it fizzle out? lets find out together xoxo

new girl(s) : i hate the connection title too but i couldnt think of anything better. we’re in bad decision town and now we’re going to thot street babey. since things have been falling apart with hot girl bummer and even before that lukas a little bit of a thottie. this doesnt mean he’s good at it, please also feel free for a part of this to be that they rejected lukas and he got butt hurt about it idk lukas being attracted to them is basically this whole idea and i would wanna plot the rest of it more depending on specific characters wooo

lukas is a bad influence: if u have gotten this far u may have noticed that lukas is not a very good influence at all. this is someone probs his age or younger that wants to loosen up and have a good time and lukas completely encourages that. bonus points if this connection is a combo with the above connection bc lukas is a gross boi and would be like wow listening to my bad ideas thats so sexy and cool of u ya know. but also doesnt have to be that ! could just be lukas thinks its funny and thinks that someone listening to him is just like good content that could get him on barstool

lukas is badly influenced: this is basic as hell but someone that tells him to leave his impluse control at the door and encourages him to be trash. probs older than him and i def see this as more of a masc connection than a fem but like all my plot ideas: lets talk about it. this one probs v much depends on ur character so gonna leave this one nice and short

lukas is good-ly (??????) influenced: also basic as hell and p much just the opposite of above. someone who is a good influence on lukas. encourages creativity and ambition instead of straight up recklessness. again, i see it as an older character but no gender seen here. a lot of this would be based around ur character so lets chat

michael bublé’s co parents: lukas has a goldfish named michael bublé (or just michael), i picture him having got it while high as heck during the day and just being like This Is A Good Idea. maybe ur character was with him and they were co parents from the start or maybbe they came into the picture later ??? i’m honestly down for whichever just give michael the love he deserves pls

and probably just about anything else these are just some ideas, i totally wanna plot further and brainstorm so please still hmu if none of these fit ur character we’ll plot something up !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[strangerous]

[ID: First, a content warning, as the following screenshots contain transphobia and TERF ideology. The screenshots are from facebook, with the white user Graham Linehan posting, "question for my gender-critical homies. What was the closest friendship you lost because of your beliefs? Or not even closest, just one that surprised you or knocked you back? We all know about losing livelihoods due to 'cancellation', but I want to show people the special cost of it." The following responses are from users that have had their names and profile pictures redacted, and will be separated by numerical order:

1. Lost one of my longest and best friends recently to this TERF war.

2. My parents, my sister (only sibling) and her daughter (a lesbian and my only niece) . It's been pretty quiet.

3. A friend of 23 years. No explanation. She just cut and ran. Its sad as she was very good to me when I was unwell. It was as soon as I peak transed."

4. I have lost my best mate. My daughter thinks she is a boy, and my best mate thinks its okay to call my girl by her new name and pronouns despite many conversations about why we wont, the danger in it. I am gutted and my husband and I have agonized over the decision to remain friends but ultimately we cannot as they are undermining us by disregarding our decisions. We feel betrayed.

5. I lost a whole friendship group. Women I thought I had knew, knew for years as we all had children and got married and divorced. Everything I brought up I was told it had nothing to do with being trans. There was a complete refusal to understand that accepting the 'nice' ones meant accepting them all. I walked away, I got so tired of being made to feel like I was in the wrong and if only I could just be nice.

6. haven't fallen out with anyone yet because I have to modify how I speak in certain situations, but one of my three children is firmly in the T W A W camp. I tried to tell her that she is participating in her own oppression, but she wont listen to me.

7. My son went off this platform 2 years ago, because he was afraid his friends and work colleagues would make the connection to me.

8. My brother. All but two of my closest friends. And my roommates now want to have a talk about whether or not I'm re-signing my lease with them because they were told i post transphobic hate speech on the internet and they dont want their trans friends to feel 'unsafe' when they come for a visit.

End ID]

Lmao fuck TERFs, these weirdos are so pathetic.

TERFs: Everyone agrees with us secretly and are just afraid of the TRA’s “cancelling” them.

Also TERFs:

[vennilavee]

One I Want

Pairing: bucky barnes x reader (college AU)

Summary: It’s Halloween, and you’re in for a scare.

Warnings: cursing, shitty writing

Word Count: 2784

A/N: OK so the moment I saw the words ‘Halloween’ my mind went straight to celebrating Halloween at college lmao. Also, ‘thirsty Thursdays’ is a term for when you can go out and drink without the worry/responsibility of early classes on Fridays. IDK if this is along the lines of what you wanted, anon! Hope this made you happy, though

Halloween was on a Thursday this year. Meaning that this year’s Halloweekend would be unparalleled to last year’s. A year that Halloween fell on Thirsty Thursday was an auspicious day, and you were fully prepared. You were hosting a pre-game at your apartment with your roommates and a few of your friends.

A few people would turn into more than just a few people, but you were prepared. You thrived amongst people- you loved hosting parties, attending parties, making friends,  introducing your friends to each other. You were friendly with almost everyone on campus. Your university was small and cozy, meaning that everyone knew of each other.

And everyone knew of your penchant for partying. As a newly turned twenty-one year old, you had decided that the world was your oyster. After all you could only be reckless once, right?

The apartment was decorated with black and orange streamers, bats hanging off the ceiling, and fairylights were strung across the white walls of your apartment. Trays of Jell-O shots and cases of beer were sitting on your tiny kitchen island, a long table was in your living room to play drinking games on. You had even mixed together a concoction of shitty vodka, and various sodas and flavorings to ease the burning of the shitty vodka.

You had always liked making drinks.

Your roommate was almost the opposite of you in every way imaginable. One of the few things you had in common was your enthusiasm for a good time. It’s what made you such good friends initially. Once you got to know each other outside of going out and being reckless, you realized that she was a great friend and so you had decided to become roommates with her during your final year of college.

“You’re being Jasmine again?!” She exclaimed as she emerged from her room, a mask resembling the masks from the Purge in her hand. She walked out in a white button up that was several sizes to big for her. You could see her black bralette peeking out from her shirt. 

“That’s princess Jasmine to you,” You informed her, “I don’t even know what you’re supposed to be.”

“I’m that dude from the Purge,” She slid the mask over her face, “24 hours, bitch. Watch out.”

“I’m quivering in fear,” You rolled your eyes. Your curly hair wasn’t long enough to put into a braid like Jasmine’s so you opted to leave it down. This was the third year in a row that you had decided to dress up as princess Jasmine. As much as you loved Halloween, you could never decide on a costume and always fell back on this one.

You connect your phone to your speakers, and the sounds of Drake burst out. Your apartment wasn’t huge. You and your roommate shared a bathroom but you had individual bedrooms. Your kitchen and living room space was combined. It wasn’t much, but it was purely yours, and that was enough for you.

A mixture of anticipation and excitement flutters around in your gut at the thought of spending the night with your closest friends.

“Wanna start drinking?” Your roommate asks you, already handing you a red solo cup full of the concoction you had made.

“You read my mind, boo,” You grin. And so, you and your roommate begin your drinking, waiting for your friends to join you.

Bucky likes being early to things. Being on time for him meant that he was late. Steve is the same way. Sam, however, was the reason why they were running late and he was the reason that Bucky was stewing in annoyance.

Steve had always been more patient with him. 

“Oh my god, Wilson, what the fuck! It’s Halloween not fuckin’ prom,” Bucky scowls in Sam’s direction.

“Nobody told you to wait for me, Buck,” Sam says with a roll of his eyes.

“You’re right,’ Bucky’s scowl disintegrates and he moves to put his shoes on, “I’ll meet you there.”

“No loyalty out here,” Sam mutters. Bucky leaves, shouting that he’s leaving to Steve, and grabs his mask before making his way over to your apartment.

You move rather sluggishly when you hear the knocking at your door. When you throw the door open, you’re met with empty air. You turn your head to peer down the hallway with a frown, not seeing anyone there. All of a sudden, a mask on a body appears in front of your face and the scream that rips from your throat is loud enough to shatter glass.

Bucky takes the mask off of his face as he doubles over in laughter, leaning against the wall. He can hardly get a word out before you slam the door in his face, your heart still racing.

God. You hate him. 

You open the door again, carefully this time, and you glare at him. 

“Really? Really? I fucking hate you,” Your hands are on your hips as you resist the urge to shout at him. He knows how jumpy you are and how easily you scare.

“I couldn’t resist,” Bucky says, “You make it so easy.”

“You’re an ass,” But your glare softens and you smile. 

“Why the fuck did you just scream bloody murder?” Your roommate asks, making her way over to you guys. You hand Bucky a cup of alcohol.

“This guy thought it would be funny to scare the shit out of me,” You inform her.

“Damn, I’m sad I missed it,” Your roommate sighs, “I guess we have all night, right?”

“Wow, screw both of you for tag-teaming me,” You deadpan, tossing your drink back and refilling your cup, “Where are Sam and Steve? And Natasha?”

“I dunno, you want me to check on Find my Friends?” He asks semi-sarcastically. 

Because if you asked him to move mountains for you, he’d try his best to move Mount Everest just so you’d be able to catch a glimpse of it. 

“No need to be sassy, Buck,” You say with a playful push of his shoulder, “Hey, how was your exam on Tuesday? You get my good luck text?”

“You’re probably my lucky charm, cause I think I did pretty well,” Bucky says, his blue eyes drilling into your brown eyes. You falter for a moment, unable to formulate a coherent thought in your brain.

“I’ll drink to that,” You manage to say, clinking your cup to his.

“You’ll drink to anything,” Bucky teases, “I’m nothing special.”

“You are, though. You are,” You say earnestly. You squeeze his forearm in reassurance. He thinks maybe you two are sharing a moment, by the way you’re gazing softly at him, your eyes wide with slight intoxication. 

He says nothing, though, because you’re bounding away from him, answering the door and enthusiastically welcoming all your friends inside. 

Soon enough, you pre-game is in full swing. Sam, Steve, and Natasha have arrived, engulfing you in warm hugs as you thrust drinks into their hands. You’re already tipsy by the time they get there, and they can tell. By your wide smile, your twinkling eyes, and the way your voice goes up a few notches. There is noise everywhere, the chattering of people, the bumping of the music, the exuberant yells as people are playing games. 

You play a round of beer pong with Natasha as your partner against Steve and Sam. Of course you lose, because you’re drunk and your aim is barely there.

You make your way to Bucky, who’s chatting with your roommate near the alcohol and snacks. Your roommate winks at you before pouring you another drink and shoving it into your hands. She leaves, waggling her eyebrows at you suggestively and you ignore her.

He looks nice, you decide. He always looks nice. Regardless of what he wears- neon green, bright blue, dark red, dark green, black. He always looks nice.

“Jasmine again, huh?” Bucky asks, his smile infectious.

“Yeah, and?” You say defensively, crossing your arms against your chest. 

“And nothing. I like it,” He says softly, “You look pretty. Being a princess suits you.”

"I could be your princess,” You wink at him, trailing your finger up and down his arm.

“You wish, baby girl,” Bucky smirks at you. Despite all the chatter and noise all around you, all you can hear is him. All you can see is him.

You want to ditch going out for the night and ask him to stay in with you. But you bite your tongue. You don’t see your roommate doing shot after shot with Natasha, or Steve throwing drinks back with that guy who sits next to you in one of your psychology classes.

“Maybe I do,” You whisper, your smile fading. This flirting has been going on for weeks, maybe months now. It was fun in the beginning, but now it feels almost painful. Flitting around feelings that you know are there from your end. But you’re not sure they’re there from his end.

And you’ve just bared out your whole heart, your soul in front of him. Maybe he thinks you don’t mean it. 

Bucky knows that you mean it though. You are nervous, your hands playing with the sleeve of your blue crop top. Your brown eyes refuse to meet his and he wants to lift you chin up to meet his gaze, but he doesn’t.

Natasha pulls you away from Bucky, throwing Bucky a look with the quirk of her eyebrow. Bucky shrugs and makes his way over to Sam, ignoring anyone else around him.

The intensity of which you want Bucky scares you. You know it’s not just because you’re drunk. Well, maybe that’s enhancing it a little bit. You just want him around you, always within arms reach. The flirting is absolutely killing you, and you want something more. Something real.

College was stupid, you rant to Natasha in the bathroom as she’s fixing her make up. She’s dressed as the duchess Anastasia, from during the Romanov dynasty. You always tell her that she has a slight resemblance to the pictures you’ve seen of the duchess and she tells you that you’re imagining things. But hey, her last name is Romanoff. That can’t be a coincidence right?

“College is stupid, boys are stupid, and I’m the stupidest of them all.”

“You are so dramatic,” Natasha rolls her eyes, “Just tell him how you feel.”

“At what cost, Nat? At what cost?” You sigh dramatically. You don’t want to risk your pride over it.

“Well, that’s a solid argument,” Natasha deadpans, “This is killing you. Just say something. I promise if he doesn’t feel the same way, he won’t make it weird.”

You nod. Natasha and Bucky had dated briefly, back in freshman year. It lasted all of three months before they mutually ended it. You hadn’t been friends with them during that time. Somehow, they were still friends which had always been fascinating to you. Since it wasn’t often that exes could work out their differences and be friends.

You can’t imagine your life without either of them. And they know it. You know it, too.

It’s getting late by the time you check your phone for the first time in hours. It’s about time that you all should be heading out to the bar.

But right after you make the announcement for your friends to leave to catch the special at the bar, you realize that your roommate is drunker than you thought she was.

She’s head first in the toilet and you are tying her hair back with your hair tie as you rub her back soothingly. The sounds of her throwing up fill your ears and you try to block out the stench of her vomit, knowing that it’s worse for her than it is for you. 

You flush the toilet for her and hand her a cup of water to rinse her mouth with. She’s mumbling apologies, her limbs loose as she clings to you but you don’t mind. How many times have you both done this for the other?

When you exit the bathroom with your roommate draped around you, you’re glad that everyone has made their way out of your apartment. Suddenly, you’re exhausted, and the thought of going out isn’t so tempting anymore. 

Bucky is sitting on your couch, scrolling through his phone. He looks up when he sees you and you beam at him, touched that he had waited up for you.

“Give me a minute? Lemme just put her to bed,” You say. 

By the time you’ve changed your roommate, placed a glass of water and some Advil next to her on her nightstand, you’re exhausted. But you’re giddy, that Bucky is out waiting on your couch for you. 

Maybe he’ll stay.

“Is it bad that I don’t even feel like going out anymore?” You murmur as you sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I thought you love Halloween?” He teases.

“I do, I’m just tired,” You say with a yawn, “So tired.”

“Me too,” Bucky agrees with you. 

You look up at him curiously, “You don’t want to celebrate being done with exams?”

“I am celebrating,” He says without missing a beat, “I’m with you, aren’t I?”

“Okay, Romeo,” You roll your eyes with a smile, “Wanna stay here with me?” 

“You want to skip out on going out? Who are you?” Bucky pokes your cheek and you glare up at him.

“Don’t be mean. Just cause I like going out doesn’t mean anything,” You say defensively, pulling away from him, “I’m still a person.”

“I’m just teasing, princess,” Bucky says quickly. Your glare melts away the moment you see the earnest look in his eyes.

“Wanna watch a movie with me?” You ask, rising to take him into your bedroom.

“Only if it’s a Saw movie, if you cuddle with me, and if I get to kiss you when you decide you don’t want to watch anymore.”

“Jokes on you, cause I love scary movies.”

“You’re scared by everything, though.”

“So? I can’t like scary movies?”

You take his hand in yours, your fingers threading through his, and bring him into your bedroom. You pop your head into your roommate’s bedroom, making sure she’s okay, before walking into your bedroom.

You’re lounging on your bed, in your pajamas and your face free of make up as you wait for Bucky to join you. You have the movie ready to play on your laptop. 

He sits next to you on your bed, leaning back against the headboard.

“Comfy?” You ask. He nods and you un-pause the movie, letting the sounds fill up your room.

You’re hardly paying attention to the movie, though. Your mind is wandering to thoughts of the man next to you. You don’t want to play games with him anymore. Nat is right, you decide.

Your hand floats over to his, stroking it lightly. You notice him tense up a little before relaxing. He glances over to you but your face is mostly stoic, besides the small up-turn of the corners of your mouth. You drape your legs over his, so that you’re almost in his lap but not quite. 

“Tell me this isn’t just in my head, Bucky,” You murmur. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest and he can probably hear your pulse quicken.

“What’s not just in your head?” He tilts his head, looking at you. So fuckin’ clueless.

“This,” You say simply, “The flirting, the touches, all of it.”

“Well, what is it in your head?” Bucky asks. You want to scream. He’s being so difficult.

“You are so infuriating, Bucky Barnes,” You murmur. Your brown eyes meet his and your fingers find your way through his hair.

“Yeah? What you gonna do about it?” He murmurs, pulling you into his lap. You shrug with small smile and lean down towards him. You decide to just fuck it and lean down further, your lips ghosting over his. He’s breathing the same air that you are, he can feel the small puffs of breath that you are exhaling onto him. He leans up and captures your lips in his.

The whole entire dramatic build-up to this moment is worth it, you think. The world could explode from outside your bedroom and you wouldn’t hear it. All you can hear and feel is Bucky- Bucky’s hands gripping your waist and pulling you down to hm, Bucky’s soft lips molding against your own, Bucky’s nose as he’s caressing you tenderly, Bucky’s whispers of how you are the girl of his dreams in your ears.

Everything, everything, is Bucky and that’s something you’re content with.

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