#pb x ps reader

[aajjks]

FUCK! (I)

synopsis. You hated your roommate but he had the biggest crush on you, fuck.

pairing: fboy!jk x fem!reader

genre: f2l, e2l, roommates au, fboy au (wow so many cliches), comedy au, mature themes, bad language, sex jokes.

warnings. simpy simp koo. soft koo, sentimental koo, yns got some issues, relationship issues, fuckboy koo, hater yn(?), cringey, he’s so nosy, jealousy, bad first date, yn is a heartbreaker actually, they are both very blunt w each other lmaoo.

disclaimer. this is purely fictional and this doesn’t represent bts’ jungkook irl. mature themes 18+ content ahead. mdni. ps. this jungkook thinks w his dick 👍

note. SHARE FEEDBACK AND ENJOY! xx also I’ve been having the worst migraines for the last two days so plz forgive my shitty writing.

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“You look hot, going somewhere?”

Jungkook looked at you, his eyes carefully watched you as you came out of your room, you looked up to see him, there he was, sitting against the kitchen counter with a bottle of soju in his hands.

“Thanks for confirming. Yes I am.” You replied, looking for your red heels. You had put them right outside your room at the halls walls.

“I think your heels are there.” Jungkook pointed to the opposite side of the wall and you hmm, muttering a ‘thank you’ as you pick them up and wear them.

“Goodness I think I’m kinda late already.” You huff in disappointment. Jungkook chuckles at that making you stop what you’re doing and you roll your eyes at him.

“It’s not funny, jeon.” Jungkook shrugs. “I didn’t say it was, but it’s just such a you thing, yn.” He’s got that playful smile on his lips, “you’re always late.” He states it as a matter of fact.

Your housemate is so annoying.

“Haha okay.” You reply to him sarcastically. Jungkook winks at you.

“So is it a date?”

And very nosy too.

“Why do you care? But yes.” You pick up the purse and your coat, wearing in a hurry. “I don’t know, we’ll see how it goes though.”

Jungkook nods, his lips pursed together in a straight line. “When is it going to be my turn yn?”

That question makes you stop in your tracks.

“When can I take you out on a real date?”

You sigh, “jungkook.” You don’t know how to say it, he knows the answer but he always asks the same question again and again.

“You just broke up with your girlfriend.” You remind him, grabbing your keys. “And never” It’s hard for you to be so blunt about this, but you have to be honest.

He’s not your type.

“You’re not my type.”

You hear his tongue click and he gets up from the seat to walk up to you.

“Ouch. Too bad you are my type.” He confesses. “But it’s okay. I’ll just have to wait and convince you.” He rolls his arms across his chest.

“Have fun.” He winks again and stares at you in a weird way, almost like if he was heartbroken, you gaze back at him and it makes you feel like a bitch.

but you know better.

Guys like Jungkook were never heartbroken. Guys like him broke hearts.

“Thanks jeon, you too.”

And you can’t afford to have your heart broken again.

You feel like it’s almost and truly hypocritical of you to go on a date whilst keep rejecting Jungkook.

And this is not fun either.

“Umm, I don’t really have anything fun to share about me.” You are not sure of what to say or how to make this conversation go forward.

It’s been so long since you’ve been on a date.

And this guy? You’re not too sure about what to feel about this. “It’s okay. I know it can be hard but, you do seem interesting to me,” He seems okay. But you are not too sure if you want this to go further.

And it’s not him that’s the problem.

You are.

“Also the food was quite good? No?” Your date, Hyun-Jae asks you, you smile despite your inner dilemma and nod. “Thank you, I really did enjoy this time with you.”

A lie.

You did not, actually this was a mistake, you had just wasted a nice guy’s time. Why did you even agree to this? You weren’t ready emotionally for dating again.

This was a bad decision and you feel so bad.

“So? It’s quite late now? Would you like for me to take you home?” You stand and the man follows. “Umm actually Hyun-Jae? You go ahead, I’ll manage.”

The smile of Hyun-Jae falters.

Damn, you really are a bitch

God, the guilt that’s weighing down on you has you feel suffocating, your past relationships have fucked you up so bad.

You give him a small smile and bow your head, the guy doesn’t speak a word and does the same, you pick up your stuff and pull out your wallet to get the cash out, you put it on the table and signal the waiter.

“I’m sorry.” That all you say before you leave the restaurant.

You don’t think you’re capable of dating someone anymore.

Jungkook feels so distracted.

For the last few hours, especially since you left. His mind has been fixated on the same thing.

You looked so incredibly beautiful in that dress.

And someone else had the privilege of seeing that so closely, probably. He munches on the popcorn harder, so much that he almost bites his tongue.

Jungkook wants you so bad.

The movie plays yet it fails to interest him, your thoughts are enough to keep him occupied, he doesn’t understand this infatuation that he has with you, his roommate or housemate.

You are so effortlessly beautiful, that’s for sure, you’re so different from what he’s used to when it comes to women.

You have him hooked.

But you don’t want him, you’ve made that clear since day 1. It is unfortunate for him.

But maybe it’s his karma.

Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on the large screen but the frustration doesn’t die down.

He wishes you’d want him too, give him a chance to prove that he can change. He can change for you.

Meaningless sex is actually worthless to him now, it doesn’t help him get over this huge crush that he has on you.

And his methods of ‘getting over you’ aren’t the most moralistic, they don’t help his case either.

No matter how much clear Jungkook makes his interest in you, you keep on rejecting him.

Maybe this is what he deserves for being a fuck boy.

A chance at love gone.

Before Jungkook can sulk into the couch even more, the door opens, his ears perk up at the sound of your keys juggling and he tilts his head, muting the film.

“Welcome back, yn.” He stands up as you come in, putting the bowl of popcorn down, you greet him back, shutting the door behind you.

“Hey jeon.” You look at your roommate and see a silly smile on his face. “Bad date I’m guessing?” He grabs your coat and purse as you sit down on the couch.

Your feet hurt a lot.

“Bad me.” You sigh sadly. Jungkook sits down beside you, looking at you with his brown eyes filled with curiosity.

“What do you mean?” He asks you and you close your eyes.

He’s going to think you’re so stupid.

“Yeah no I just… in the middle of the dinner with such a nice guy I realised my relationship issues. I can’t be a good partner.”

He doesn’t reply, Jungkook knows you well. His feelings pushed aside, Jungkook knows you have a lot going on.

“Jungkook I feel so bad…” you don’t look at him but he can tell you’ve got tears in your eyes. It makes his heart clench.

“Yn..” he calls out your name, moving closer to you to hold you tight. “It’s okay.” He pulls you into his embrace and you don’t resist, letting him take you into his arms.

Jungkook holds you so close to his heart.

It feels so good to him, that is a foreign feeling for him.

“It happens, you’ve been through so much. I’m sorry.” He apologises to you, “you’re perfect though, y’know?” His hands caress your shoulders.

“Even though I used to be such a fuckboy? I too used to have a ton of bad dates.” He laughs, you laugh too, it makes him happy.

“You’re still a fuckboy, koo.” You reply, and he tells you to shut up.

“That’s not the point yn. But if you feel so sad, let’s have some ice cream together and watch a movie and you can vent all you want.”

“I’ll always listen to you, your dear fuckboy is here for you!”

It only makes you laugh harder. And he can’t stop smiling like a fool hearing you laugh so beautifully.

Maybe it was better to be a simp instead of a fuckboy.

[mr-m-murdock]

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE OPF. AMAZING SERIES, CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE.

Ps. Any chance of a slightly jealous Natasha?

It's always reader who is the jealous one.

mine

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces |

warnings: jealousy? societal assimilation? misuse of a prompt for a pillow fight? sorry anon. (But if you want better jealous!natasha, go see fuck around and find out)

a/n: platonic!kate bishop x reader. natasha being dumb

"No, no, you cross your hands over for the first one," Kate says, pushing your wrists this way and that. "Look." She positions your hands palm up and pats them back and forth with her own.

"Okay," you say. Your legs are beginning to cramp. "Start again."

"Okay, sure," Kate says. She claps and you copy. She reaches out a palm, you flatten yours against hers and then you slip your fingers in between hers and grab hold before she can slip away again. The looks of shock, confusion, disappointment and careful amusement crossing her face in quick succession crack your serious expression and you can't help it: you burst out laughing.

Kate yanks her hand away, half-giggling. "Stop messing with me!" she protests.

"But it's funny," you say, your laughs giving in to little hiccups. "Let's play Super Mario again-"

"No, you beat me every time-"

"Please, Kate, please this is soooo boring," you groan.

"I'm giving you your preschool education!" Kate protests.

"I have two Master's degrees," you say, fixing her with a stare.

"Yeah, but you don't know how to play pattycake."

"You're a pattycake. Turn the TV on."

"You are so rude," Kate says, grabbing a pillow and swatting you gently with it. You raise your eyebrows at her.

"You are going to start a war you can't win, Bishop," you warn. Kate just giggles and swats you again. "Alright, that's it." You shove at her, toppling her to the carpet, grab the couch seat cushion, and begin to bludgeon her over the head with it. Shaking with laughter, Kate can do nothing but take it.

"Hey." You pause, the couch cushion poised to deliver a last blow. Kate pants on the floor. Natalia is standing over you, looking sharply curious. "What's going on?"

"She refused to play Mario with me," you grumble. Natalia's shoulders shift somewhat.

"Oh," she says. Like you've relieved her. "Right. Well, you brough it on yourself, Bishop."

"Eirgh," Kate groans.

Natalia touches your cheek, almost absentmindedly, then moves your hair behind your ear. "Don't have too much fun," she says, too lightly. Then she moves away, slow.

"That was weird," you say when she's gone. Then you shrug and bring the cushion down on Kate's shoulders, to squeals and weak protests.

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[plus-size-reader]

Mistletoe

12 Days of Christmas 2021

Thomas Shelby x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2039 words

Warnings: This is probably going to be edited at some point. I’m not super happy with it. 

Summary: Decorating Tommy's office when he insists he's too busy to do it himself

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Thomas was a busy man.

You never would have argued that, but as much as you respected how important his work was to him, you also wished he would take some more time for himself, especially around this time of year.

He needed it, and that had never been more clear to you than right now.

After all, you had just walked into his office with the morning news and a cup of hot coffee to find that Thomas had neglected to even begin to celebrate the holidays, which you thought was a crime.

This far into the season, there should have at least been a stocking by the fireplace or something, but there was nothing to be found.

Clearly, he hadn’t even considered decorating and he definitely should have started doing that by now.

Your house was decorated to the nines, but there was no sign of the holiday within the confines of his office, for whatever reason.

“Good morning Tommy” you hummed, setting the paper down on his desk without giving it a second thought, before handing him his coffee mug, which he took without even glancing up from the paperwork he’d been studying.

You’d only just gotten up to take Charlie to school but that didn’t mean anything for a man like Thomas. In fact, if you had to guess, you would have assumed that he’d been here since before the sun came up.

It was just what he did.

At first, Thomas only grunted in response, his way of letting you know that he recognized the fact that you’d spoken but that was all you could have hoped to get out of him.

He was far too enthralled in his work to engage in small talk right now.

Still, that changed rather quickly when he realized that rather than making yourself comfortable somewhere else like you normally would, you were just standing by the fireplace.

Obviously, you were looking for something, but no matter how much Thomas tried, he couldn’t figure out what it was you were searching for.

“What are you doing?” he asked, after a few minutes passed without you saying anything, or moving from your place, You had this puzzled look on your face, as you looked around the entire expanse of the room.

He just had no idea what it was for.

…and it was becoming more and more obvious that you weren’t going to tell him on your own.

“Just thinking” you allowed, folding your arms across your chest as you’d been known to do, further confusing your loving husband because naturally, you weren’t picking up on his meaning.

It was odd.

Not that he was about to argue. Thomas Shelby had been married far long enough to know that something like that was a trap.

“May I ask what about?” he pressed further, setting the paper down entirely so that he could focus all of his attention on you, and whatever it was that had gotten under your skin this morning.

He’d never seen you act so strangely before, and that was definitely saying something given how long you’d been married.

“It’s Christmas Tommy, and you haven’t decorated the office yet” you sighed, giving in to his poking and prodding finally. You and Charlie had been celebrating plenty as of late, making cookies and singing carols in the park, but Thomas had yet to partake.

Outside of reading festive stories to the young boy before bed, the man in question hadn’t even been celebrating the holiday season so far.

It was hardly what you’d been expecting from him.

Of course, Thomas had a lot of business to attend to in order to keep the business up and running but there was nothing keeping him from surrounding himself with holiday cheer while he did it.

At least, not in your eyes.

“Why would I decorate the office? I’m the only one who spends time here, my love” he countered, that loving tone in his voice that made it clear to you that he had no intentions of doing as you asked.

It was something he always did, when you had no real hope of understanding some underground deal he was planning or shouldn’t ask too many questions but this wasn’t exactly like those other times.

This was just in your own home, and there was no reason not to decorate.

“That’s not true. I’m here right now, besides, it may help to put you in a better mood” you winked, teasing him even so slightly as you took one final glance around the room.

It really was shameful.

“Maybe so, but It doesn’t really matter because I hardly have time to decorate of all things” Thomas continued, thinking about all the races and meetings he had to attend, not to mention everything else.

He understood where you were coming from, of course, and always appreciated your sense of whimsy but that didn’t mean all the adult matters in your lives faded away.

It wasn’t as if Santa was going to handle it for him, as much as maybe he wished he would.

The only person who could handle Thomas Shleby’s business was Thomas Shelby, no matter what you wanted from him.

“I know, my love” you allowed, more than aware of all the things on Tommy’s plate. Just because he was the head of the family as of right now, that didn’t mean that you were entirely blind to his responsibilities.

You were the one who handled all the other things in his life, after all.

Still, it was obvious that Thomas didn’t care one way or another about the state of his office. If the only reason it wasn’t decorated was because he didn’t have time, then you were going to do it for him.

Which could only really mean one thing.

It was about to be Christmas time in the Shelby home office, with or without your husband’s permission.

~

“Are you ready for your surprise, my love?” you grinned, thinking back to all the things you had been doing for the past few days in preparation for the holiday season.

It hadn’t been easy, that was for sure.

Still, you had put so much work into getting Thomas’ office ready for Christmas that you were sure it was bound to pay off. After all, you had pulled out all the stops and it was bound to work.

Tommy liked Christmas, he just didn’t really have time to celebrate it now that he was almost solely in charge of the Shelby family decisions.

“I suppose” came your husband's reply, a soft smile on his face as he tried to allow himself to feel as excited about this as you were, ignoring all the things he still had to do today on top of everything.

It was a hell of a lot, but that didn’t mean he was going to ignore your delighted request. He knew better than to turn a blind eye to his wife’s holiday request, especially after you’d put so much work into it.

“You’re going to love it” you decided, before finally opening the door to his office with a triumphant shove.

It looked completely different inside.

Before today, Thomas’ office looked exactly as anyone would have expected his office to look. It was organized and entirely functional without too much personality at all, not that you could blame him.

When you lived like Tommy did, you could only really get excited over so much and when he wasn’t with you and Charlie, he was almost all business.

He couldn’t help himself.

Still, he liked the fact that you had gone all out to surprise him just because you wanted to do whatever you could to brighten the space he spent so much time in.

It was one of the reason’s he’d fallen in love with you in the first place. You never failed to remind him that not everything was life and death as he so often acted like it was.

Sometimes, he was just a father and a husband.

“You did all this?” he hummed, looking around at all the little details you’d managed to shove into the space. It hardly looked like the room it was before and while he wouldn’t have ever done it for himself, it was nice.

It was festive, if nothing else.

“Yeah, with some help from the boys” you smiled, thinking back to the moment you’d asked Arthur and John to help you get the Christmas tree up to his office, from the lot. It was one of the largest they had, and absolutely beautiful.

However, that only made it more difficult to transport and you honestly thought that John was going to give up at one point or another.

Luckily though, the boys were happy to help once you asked a few times, even going so far as to guilt them into agreeing just so you’d get what you wanted.

Thomas deserved a festive workspace, and after all he'd done for them, they knew better than to argue. Not to mention the fact that after they’d lived with Polly for so many years, they knew better than to argue with a broad in love.

It never worked out well for them before.

“Looks good” he hummed, in the most typical Thomas Shelby tone you’d ever heard from his throat, as he immediately searched for the bourbon, which you’d left exactly as he’d had it.

Some things didn’t need improving upon.

“You like it?” you grinned, thrilled that this had gone over as well as you could have ever hoped. When it came to Tommy, you were never quite sure when you were crossing the line but in general, he humored you.

Especially when all you wanted to do was show him just how much you cared for both him and the holiday season itself.

“Sure do, love” he nodded, downing half his glass without hesitation, only to find something he hadn’t been expecting above his head.

Something you had definitely hidden specifically for him to find.

Mistletoe.

Strategically placed just above his bar cart, there was a sprig of fresh mistletoe, tied together with some twine and hanging from the rafters.

“Surprise! You didn’t think I’d do all this for nothing, did you?”

Now it was your turn to tease, a soft smirk on your face as you neared him, taking one more moment to admire the work you’d done.

From the lights strung around the perimeter of the room to the perfectly stitched stockings hung with care by the fireplace, nothing was out of place but you were more excited about the piece in question than anything else.

It was the perfect thing to finish off the whole thing, at least, for you.

“Course not. I should have known to look for it” Thomas chuckled, admiring your work in time with you before finally committing to the thing you both knew was coming, his arm slung around your waist.

It wouldn’t have been the first time you had done something like this to catch him off guard and he shouldn’t have been surprised.

You had always been this way, ever since you two had first met, and he hoped that you would never change.

Without missing a beat, Thomas pressed his lips into yours for one of the sweetest mistletoe kisses the two of you had ever shared, his bourbon scented breath fanning your face as he pulled away from you.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Shelby” you hummed, smiling as you pulled back, more glad that you’d done this with every second that passed.

It really was just as worth it as you’d originally thought it would be.

“Merry Christmas to you, Mrs. Shelby” Thomas replied, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he tried to focus on the way he was feeling now, in order to remember it forever.

Sometimes he forgot that his business wasn’t the most important thing in the world, but in moments like this, it had never been more obvious.

Which meant your job here was done.

You knew it was going to go over well. No one should have to skip enjoying the holiday season, your husband least of all.

[benwaitingforsolo]

professor adams x reader fluff - safety comes first

this one really came out of nowhere - here’s a professor adams (snl) x reader cooking headcanon 

if you don’t know who professor adams is, here’s the link to the sketch that i reference, and where this character is from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCbYtKW2BNo (if you haven’t seen this, where have you been, this is one of my favorite AD snl sketches)

warnings - none 

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After many failed attempts at baking, you learned to prep ingredients correctly and follow instructions perfectly. Otherwise, you wouldn’t hear the end of it from Zachary. Because baking, to your dismay, and his delight, was a science.

Fox:

I always make you come first.

You received this text early in the afternoon, and you were quite confused since there was no context. You responded, “any particular reason you’re telling me this in the middle of a workday?”

Fox:

I get PBS is supposed to be an educational source, but could they at least get kids that aren’t so dense and who believe everything their teenaged siblings say.

You chucked and rolled your eyes at his text. And you knew that his favorite, old man, oatmeal raisin cookies would cheer him up.

Zachary trialed many different batches of his cookies. Adjusting the amounts of flour, to get it to the chewy, cakey texture he likes, and brown sugar, opposed to white sugar, aided that. Additionally, he learned how to brown butter so that it had a caramel-y taste. Zachary was quite particular with his choice of oats and raisins too.

But, you were such a great partner, you learned how to make it the exact way he liked.

You were combining the wet and dry ingredients when Zachary came through the threshold. “Honey, I’m home!” he greeted. You heard the sound of his shoes clattering off and his keys dropping into the key bowl.

Once the contents of the mixing bowl were satisfactorily combined, you dropped in the oats and raisins. “Don’t forget to fold the add-in’s so the dough doesn’t become too stiff.” He said, leaning his elbows on the counter, resting his head on his hands.

“Did you want to finish this for me, professor?” You sassed, folding the dough together. “Are you going to remind me to use the 1/4 cup ice cream scooper so that the cookies spread evenly?”

He raised his hands in the sky as if he was offering his surrender. “Alright, alright, I see you have this all under control.” He resigned, “unlike I did during today’s shoot.”

Just after you wrapped the dough to chill, you asked, “what happened today, Fox?” You embraced yourself into his arms and toyed with his gray, scruffy beard.

“Just some dumb kids who couldn’t figure out what happens when you poke a ballon with a needle.” Zachary recollected. “And then I threw a tape dispenser into the shelf of Erlenmeyer Flasks.” His hands also met your face, but his gaze went to the side. “And then I may have screamed the C word as they cut to commercial.”

“Chemistry?” You asked, setting the oven to preheat. He shook his head “no,” rapidly. “Oh boy, it really must’ve been a rough day. I’d offer to help you out right now, but I’ve been told to not engage in sexual activity whilst doing science, because safety always comes first.” A smirk appeared on your lips, knowing he’d want to go back on his words.

Zachary looked defeated after your statement.  He flashed those big puppy-dog eyes that tend to get what they wanted.

“You gotta control your temper, old man.” You joked, starting to scoop the dough onto the tray. “Sooner or later, your rage is going to kick you in your flabby ass.”

His facial expression quickly changed, reacting to your sass. “Excuse me miss, I’m in pretty good shape for an old man.” He said with air quotes. “I have to if I want to keep up with you.” Zachary’s hands stared to climb your sides, and you felt him start to kiss the nape of your neck.

After many experiments in bed together, he also learned the spots on your body that make you melt. Unknown to you, he tried different positions, techniques , and moves during your many trysts. Therefore he learned, that if he made you come first before anything else, the experience would be more pleasurable for both parties involved.

“Oh yeah? Is that why you take your painkillers before we get into bed?” You sassed once again, moving away from his grasp and sliding the cookie sheet into the oven, sans oven mitt.

When you turned around from setting the bake time, Zachary was leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. “Do you know what’ll happen to you touch the oven racks when they’re hot?” he asked, as you pulled his deep red sweater over his head. “It might not hurt on impact, but after, it’ll be painful, it’ll turn red, blister, and swell, and you might go into shock.”

“I’ll be sure to be careful next time.” You agreed, giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Say, wanna go fool around on the couch?”

You repeated, “wanna go fool around on the couch?”

His hands dropped, his head tilted back and he groaned loudly. “I didn’t mean say what I said, I just-“

“I’m joking professor.” You teased, pushing his chest lightly. “let’s go fool around on the couch while your cookies bake.”

Once again, unknown to you, Zachary knew exactly how to get the both of you to come in precisely 12 minutes, the time it takes for the cookies to bake.

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thanks for reading! im really not expecting many to read this since this character is way out of the field lol.

welp, thanks again. i’d love to hear your feedback and suggestions. additionally, if you have a request, send it my way! 

ps: did anyone get my ‘you’ reference by calling prof.adams ‘fox?’ no? no one? alright, i’ll move on. 

[ohmyuqi]

Ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｗａｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｍａｎ

 When I was you man (Lucas x Reader)

genre: Angst, sad fluff

summary: “I was fool with the delusion of deserving a love like yours.”

an: im so sorry.

playlist: “when I was your man” - bruno mars

“y si fuera ella?” - alejandro sanz

“it will rain” - bruno mars

“talking to the moon” - bruno mars 

“photograph” - ed sheeran 

“chasing cars” - snow patrol

“cuando me enamoro” - enrique iglesias y juan luis guerra

“just give me a reason” - pink 

(order doesn’t matter)

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While lucas is moving out your shared apartment he finds a polaroid of you two and decides to write you a letter.

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Empty, desolate, different.

Lucas couldn’t believe his eyes, once an apartment full of life, love and a promising future turned into well, this. 

He started wistfully at the leather couch he would have to call Mark to help him move. The same couch where you guys had you first kiss.

The same couch you guys would spend hours cuddling and watching tv together, enjoying life for what it was. What you made it to be. 

The same couch where you would discuss how you guys would spend the rest of your lives together. Where you lay when your future kids frolicked in your future house. 

What you and Lucas had was ethereal, special. Unlike anything either of you had felt before. 

His love felt new and exciting but comforting and familiar. 

He felt different and new, albeit it also felt you knew him all your life. 

You both used to spend every living moment with each other. You could never get tired of him just like he could never get tired of you. At least that’s what you thought up until a couple months ago. 

When you realized that his smile didn’t light up when he saw you like it used to. He didn’t hold you like he used to, things were shifting. 

The dawn would flow into your room through your windows and he wasn’t there. 

When you talked you didn’t talk, just reassurances of love. 

Friday nights you would end up all alone, talking to the moon and your bedroom walls. The ones where you hung pictures of both of you actually in love. 

Friday nights where Lucas was hanging out with his “friends”, then later coming home smelling like a French Whore. 

You felt like were going mad without him, life felt so dull and different. You were alone. At times it felt like Lucas was all you had, now even he was slipping through your frail hands. 

You would spend nights on end wondering what you were doing wrong. 

You tried so hard to satisfy him. You loved him unconditionally, you tried to make him feel better on the days when life would beat him up. You supported him through all his decisions, whether you agreed or not. You even dressed yourself up to try to impress him. 

After a while you knew it was useless, in the beginning you could be in a stained hoodie with your hair a mess and he wouldn’t care. All he could see was that blinding smile and those charming eyes. 

One day you decided to let all trust out the window and test him, to this day a little part of you wishes you hadn’t. 

You shoved your keys in your purse making sure everything you needed was there. Your eyes trailed to Lucas, standing at the door. A juicebox and a pb and j sandwich in a paper bag securely held by his sure hands. 

You walked over to him and gave him a big great hug. It was painful, you knew this would be the last one. You stayed in his comforting arms for longer than usual, relishing its bitter sweetness. 

He handed you the small bag and took your crumbling face in his hands. “Don’t cry, princess. Your interview will be fine. If they reject you they don’t deserve the little jem they let slip through their hands.” He placed a light kiss on your head. 

How hypocritical of you, Lucas. 

You told him the interview would be very tedious process and you would probably be home very late. Late enough for him to speak his truths.

You waited a couple hours, oh how long those hours. Waited ‘till it felt right. 

You left your car as quietly as possible, opening the door knob, fingers trembling. 

All you could hear were your painful heart beats and lingering doubts troubling your heart. 

You looked around in the messy apartment, its appearance reflecting your peace of mind. 

You kept looking, nothing seemed out of place. Not a sound was heard either. 

A little bud of hope flourished in your tearing heart, just waiting to put you back together. 

You walked to the room that you and Lucas shared, once a place of love corrupted by ignorance. 

You stopped, fingers inches away at the knob. You were itching to know the truth, but at the same time you knew your ignorance was bliss. 

But you couldn’t live on like this, your heart wouldn’t be able to take it. 

You pulled open the door and their it was, the truth was staring blankly back at you. Yet, for some reason, you couldn’t believe it. You didn’t want to. 

In that second in time, Lucas didn’t break your heart. He took it, crushed it, stepped on it and spit on it. 

Dark oceans of regret stared back you, not a word. 

The silence was deafening, you wished he said something. Anything, any excuse to keep you. 

The part that truly broke you was the fact that he didn’t even try. He didn’t try to keep you, he didn’t do anything. 

Your eyes brimming with tears, you yelled at the top of your lungs. 

“SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING.”  You grabbed him by his broad shoulders, waking up the woman laying soundly next to him. 

You yelled at him until your voice broke and your throat burned with all the truths you wished you spoken earlier. You pushed and slapped him weakly. 

You went crazy, you quite literally snapped. 

You stared at the woman next to him, she watched you both with guilty eyes. You didn’t know who she was and you didn’t care. 

“Get out of my house.” 

She stared at you for a second, clearing her throat and her eyes trailing to her bare body covered by sin and a thin, white sheet. 

“I said get out of my house.” This time you made sure you put all the pain and hatred in your command. Poison seething through your trembling lips. 

She took the sheet and made sure she was covered. Taking her purse and her last sliver of dignity out the door. 

You picked a red thong from the floor. Making sure you didn’t actually touch the filthy garment. 

“Is this some kind of cruel joke?” Unlike the unknown mistress, he had no dignity to spare. There was quite literally nothing he could say to fix this. 

He couldn’t lie his way out of this one, he couldn’t kiss it and make it better. 

You threw the dirty thing at him. “You’re a piece of literal dog shit, rot in hell.” 

That’s when he burst at the seams, all this wrongdoing and guilt getting to his decrepit mind. 

He watched as you rushed out the door, hair trailing like the fiery burning in your heart. 

He knew in him what he did was wrong, but he was blinded by lust and lies. 

How utterly cruel of you to blame him for his big heart. How absolutely wicked of you to hate him for blaming him for something he can’t control. How terrible of you for leaving him and not accepting that he is human and makes mistakes.

Anything, he clawed for reasons to hate you. He had all these ‘reasons’, yet he couldn’t find it in him to hate you. 

Walking into the room everything came back to him. It wreaked of alcohol and regret. 

The bed was bare and the old bed sheets were ashes in a near by forest. 

He looked around in the vacant shell of a home. He looked to his left and there it was, just like he remembered. It was a Polaroid of your first date at the amusement park. Even if it was your first date both of you knew it was love. But just like anything, love dies in negligence. 

He had a big cheesy smile, oozing with love. While you were lightly pecking his sun kissed cheek. A small droplet landed on the picture, rubbing salt in the wound. 

He picked a pen of your coffee table and took out a sheet of paper.  

 Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now.

When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down

'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name 

Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made.  And it haunts me every time I close my eyes. Although it hurts

I'll be the first to say that I was wrong. 

I know I'm probably much too late

To try and apologize for my mistakes But I just want you to know, 

hope he buys you flowers I hope he holds your hand Give you all his hours When he has the chance Take you to every party 'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance Do all the things I should have done When I was your man Do all the things I should have done When I was your man. 

Ps. I don’t deserve you, don’t come back to me. 

Attaching the picture to the letter after snapping a picture of it on his phone, signing off the past to you. Letting go and accepting his mistakes. 

“I was fool with the delusion of deserving a love like yours.”  

[aajjks]

FUCK! (II)

synopsis. You hated your roommate but he had the biggest crush on you, fuck.

pairing: fboy!jk x fem!reader

genre: f2l, e2l, roommates au, fboy au (wow so many cliches), comedy au, mature themes, bad language, sex jokes.

warnings. mature explicit themes, wet dreams, jealousy, exes and oh’s, simp koo, fboy koo, horny koo, yn is stressed as always, a cute coffee date, lovesick koo! bad decisions 101.

disclaimer. this is purely fictional and this doesn’t represent bts’ jungkook irl. mature themes 18+ content ahead. mdni. ps. this jungkook thinks w his dick 👍

note. hi, share feedback plz, send asks because they keep me really motivated <333 ENJOY!

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Jungkook wants you.

It’s clear, no matter what he does, you’re always stuck in his mind. You’re buried deep inside his brain,

The man wakes up panting. His blurry vision slowly clears out as he tries to calm himself down. “F-Fuck!” He exclaims, looking around to see the walls of his bedroom.

The scene plays out clearly in his mind, the dream so vivid and he finds himself distracted.

“Kook…”

You barely whisper, caressing his cheeks as you lean closer to him, Jungkook feels his heart rate quicken, your scent already taking over his consciousness, “you’re so good to me.” You confess, looking into his eyes with your wild E/C ones,

His knees feel so weak.

His eyes settle on your mouth, he can feel himself foaming, “such a good boy…” he praise him, your tone is so sultry, he cannot bring himself to utter a single word.

You have him tranced.

“So much better than he ever was..” you lovingly stare at him, lusty haze clouds your eyes, Jungkook can’t even focus on your words.

You’re such a dream for him.

“Good boys deserve a good kiss.” Your words send a shiver down his spine, and you kiss him, hard.

And he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back with the same passion.

“SHIT. now I’m hard.”

He’s embarrassing. “Fuck I’m such a whore.” He mumbles to himself, but the guy can’t stop smiling, last night was so good.

You were so close to him, protected in his arms as he held you so gently, Jungkook could live last night forever again.

But you were so broken too, crying so softly, it wasn’t easy for him to see you like that, you hardly ever opened up to him.

You were a closed off person, maybe wrong wording but you didn’t really like to share much about your life with him.

“You deserve the world YN…” Jungkook sighs and gets up from his bed, he stretches his shoulders, yet the ache between his legs doesn’t really let him move too much.

He ignores it and picks up his phone.

Today was Monday, you were at work, and he needed to get ready for work too, Jungkook opened your number and bit his lip.

His fingers type and he smiles like a fool.

yn 💌: coffee at 7?

me: cool, near your work place right?

and with a huge smile on his face, he puts the phone down.

“This shower is definitely going to be so long.” He sighs again, excitement flowing through his veins.

He was truly in love for the first time.

With you.

You wait for Jungkook to come, the place smells like heaven to you, fresh smell of coffee brewing, God you could stay here forever.

Today was exhausting at work but when was it not? Your boss was a pain in the ass, you hated rich narcissistic people.

But, thank you to the person that invented coffee.

“Hello ma’am, ready to order?”

You look up and give the waiter a small smile, “in a few minu- hey babe.”

Jungkook’s voice almost startled you, there he stood in all his glory, a t shirt and tight jeans with a rough leather jacket on his body.

He looked good but he was late.

“You’re late, Jeon.” You roll your eyes as he sits down right in front of you, a cheeky smile on his lips, he was awful.

But it was Jungkook.

“sorry, work was awful.” You couldn’t disagree with him on that. “True…. So, I’m gonna order.” You turn your attention to the waiter.

“Sorry for the wait…. But I’ll just take this one, please?” You point on the menu, “thank you.” You thank the man and jungkook follows your lead.

As the waiter leaves, Jungkook speaks up. “You’re gonna pay for my coffee right?” He jokes, you smile.

“Of course my invitation so my treat.” You both giggle and your eyes wander around the cafe.

Your smile dies as soon as a familiar face comes into your view.

“What’s wrong, YN?”

Jungkook stares at you with worry, “YN?”

“K-Kyung soo’s here.” That’s all you can say but Jungkook gets the hint immediately, “so?” He questions, his jaw clenching as he notices your tense demeanour, “he’s coming towards us.”

“Fun!” He mumbles. “Don’t worry I got you.” He grabs your hand and squeezes it.

You close your eyes and try to calm down.

“YN?!”

That voice, you can’t forget it, you open your eyes to see that familiar face once again in a long time. “Hey Kyung soo!?” You force a smile out, unknowingly giving Jungkook’s hand a firm squeeze back.

You feel so nervous and anxious.

“Nice seeing you here! You still get coffee from here huh? You look good, YN.”

Your ex boyfriend points out and you feel your cheeks heat up.

You’re not sure why.

“U-Uh y’know I like specific places.” You reply, not noticing Jungkook who’s almost glaring at your ex.

“Of course, umm, who’s this?”

Kyung soo noticed however, and asks you, “o-oh yes! This is Jungkook..” you introduce your housemate awkwardly to your ex boyfriend.

“Oh- her boyfriend.” Your eyes widen and you look at Jungkook with absolute shock.

“O-Oh.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you, who are you?”

“Her ex, u-uh nevermind, YN it was nice to see you, hope you’re happy.” The other man hurries away, you stay frozen at your place.

“WHAT WAS THAT, JUNGKOOK?”

“I said I got you.” He winks, a wicked smile on his face and he shrugs.

Being your fake boyfriend was only step one into becoming your real boyfriend.

“Oh look, our orders are here!”

And Jungkook was a determined man.