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zarara · 2 years

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blue hour pt 1.

pt 1 | pt 2

pairing: yeonjun x f!reader

genre: roommates au - fluff, maybe angst

plot: you have very strong beliefs in life (mostly pessimistic) and according to yeonjun you're also very lonely but you don't pay him any mind (you should because he's known you since high school). on the other hand, when yeonjun in his habita is a disgusting little flirt. but here's the thing: yeonjun never tries his tricks on you, like ever.. so you do the worst thing to do: ask him about it.

note: sorry if this plot synposis suck i have not written in the longest time :( but yes i have finally accomplished some big boi deadlines in my life so i'm getting back into writing some fics. this is not my favorite thing in the world but i'm working on another very exciting piece but until then enjoy this first of three part hehe >:)

"mhm, this is literally the only reason i'm alive," yeonjun releases a satisfied hum, fitting almost an entire slice of pizza in his mouth.

"i am surprised you are," you grimace at him, "and heavily disappointed."

"hey," he raises an accusatory finger, "if you want to judge me, do that outside of roommate bonding hours."

you ignore his admittedly valid point, swiping his half-empty glass of lemonade and downing it, shrugging when he glares at you, "what? i thought this was a no judgement zone, yeonjun."

yeonjun shakes his head in defeat, rolling up the sleeves of his sage-colored sweatshirt to reach out for another slice, "i just wish it was raining now and this day would be complete."

you don't respond, eyes fixed on the television which was currently playing the first part of insidious.

among the very limited things you were thankful for is yeonjun's and your shared immunity to horror movies, allowing you to watch them in the background like they were reality shows.

"do you want more lemonade?" you nod as you hand your empty glass to yeonjun, picking up the last slice.

"hey, what the fuck?" yeonjun returns, handing you your glass, "that last slice was mine!"

"sorry, i didn't notice it had your name on it," you take a few sips of the lemonade.

"you had five slices and i only had three!"

you pat yeonjun's back, "i'm sure your body can handle it."

"one slice is the most i give up, even on dates!!"

"you're comparing our deep roomie bond to a date? i can't say i'm pleased."

yeonjun pouts, "don't use my words against me."

you laugh softly, leaning against the sofa, full from all the pizza, "i'll make you lunch tomorrow if you're that mad. i'm sure none of your dates have gone through the trouble."

his pout fades, eyes all twinkle, "you're the best, y/n."

silence falls over the two of you as you finally pay some attention to the movie.

"yeonjun?" you look over to your roommate, "can i ask you something?" he hums a yes, not looking away on the screen.

"how come you never flirt with me?"

yeonjun bursts into a fit of coughs, visibly taken aback by your question, "w-what?"

"i mean, i've seen you in your natural habitat. you don't miss any opportunities to hit on a girl. i've witnessed it with my own two eyes, but somehow, you never act that way with me?"

yeonjun, to say the least, is really fucking confused as to what is making you ask this question. not because he is a stranger to being confronted about his cockiness but because you, in specific, have never batted an eye in his direction, let alone be bothered with his love life.

so he's caught off guard, and for a moment, he wonders if you actually like him but then catching the impatient look on your face, he realizes he knows better.

"i, um, i don't know? i just... i never thought it would be of any use?"

"ah," your face clears up in understanding, "i see. it's because you don't see me as a woman, isn't it? i guess i can see how being friends since high school would do that—"

"what?? no!! you're not— that's not why i— it's because i've seen other men hitting on you and from your reaction, i knew it was just not a good idea. you'd probably set me on fire in my sleep."

"i would," you smile slightly, resuming watching the movie after the question has been answered to your satisfaction.

it's not like you care if yeonjun flirts with you

in fact, if anything, it's flattering he chooses not to mess with you

but... that didn’t change the fact that it was still something you were a little curious about.

as if reading your mind, yeonjun shifts closer to you with a smug smirk on his face, "oh? what's this?"

you raise an eyebrow, "what's what?"

"you're mad that i don't flirt with you."

"when did i ever say anything about being mad?" you roll your eyes, crossing your arms.

yeonjun's smirk only seems to grow, much to your chagrin, as he swiftly leans closer to you, tucking in a strand of hair, (which, for the record, you'd intentionally left loose). "you don't have to say anything for me to know, kitten."

and so began a week of torture, a suffering you seem to have brought upon yourself.

"yeonjun, would you please move?"

"pray tell why i would do that."

"because i haven't clipped my nails for a long time and i'm more than ready to make use of them."

"heh, you're a kinky one, kitten."

you are about do something you regret

all because stupid yeonjun refuses to let you access the fridge, standing in your way like the petty little twelve year old he was.

he seems to be taking his oath to "treat you like the woman you are" way too seriously for your liking.

and well, as much as you hate to admit it, it was all fine till now — the trying to sneak into your bed last night, and then the walking into your room when he was shirtless — all this you are willing to forgive

but standing in the way of your food??? unforgivable.

you raise your clenched fists for yeonjun to see, snarling, "i'm not kidding, yeonjun, i will slash out your eyes."

"you know, you would have to actually reach my eyes to do that," yeonjun shoots you a lopsided smile, stepping closer to accentuate that you are, in fact, almost a head shorter than him.

having lost all hope in retrieving your rights to the fridge through polite ways, you decide to take advantage of your proximity to yeonjun, placing a hand on his chest, slowly running it upward the fabric of his pink shirt, coming to cup his neck.

"hmm?" yeonjun's voice comes out strangled as he reaches up to hold your hand with both his just like you'd hoped.

you duck into the opening that his raised arms provide you, giving him a solid shove away from you, "i warned you."

he groans, "wah, i can't believe i just got played." yeonjun finally seems to have given up, going to take a seat at the kitchen counter instead.

you remove the french press with the cold brew you'd meticulously put together last night, scowling at yeonjun when he eyes the blueberry muffin you plan to snack on.

"eyes off my goods, choi yeonjun, i've had enough of you for today."

yeonjun chuckles as you turn around to slowly pour the brew into a tall black mug that you'd recently bought online.

you're about to shuffle back to the fridge to take out some almond milk and ice cubes when you feel arms wrapping around your waist.

you freeze, caught off guard, jumping up a little when you feel yeonjun's warm breath on your neck. "share some of your muffin with me, kitten?"

"what the actual HECK is up with you and 'kitten'? do you have a fetish i should be worried about or something??"

yeonjun smiles victoriously when you stay still in his arms, having expected you to push him away instantly. he inhales deeply, the lemon scent of your body wash meeting his senses.

"hmm, now that you mention it, i don't think i've ever called anyone kitten before... it's probably because you're so much like one."

deciding you'd rather not risk yeonjun getting any wrong ideas, you squat in his hold, effectively elbowing him in the groin, grinning when he yelps in pain, springing away from you.

"stay away from me if you want to have kids, yeonjun."

"so, tell me, is there some sort of a clock that must reset before i can approach you?"

you refuse to answer yeonjun as you try your best to focus on the intimidating document in front of your eyes, spreading your legs out so that he has even lesser space to sit on your already messy bed.

"because yesterday you said "i've had enough of you for today" and if i'm right, that means your tolerance for me refreshes every 24 hours."

you finally groan, looking up at the man crouched by your side with a tired look. "if only you used your analytical prowesses somewhere where they were wanted."

"don't worry," somehow still unscathed by the deadpan insults you'd been hurling at him all week, yeonjun winks at you cheesily, "i have an array of prowesses, you can choose whichever you suits your tastes best."

"is there one that shuts you up for good?"

you immediately regret saying it because your question fires yeonjun up, causing him to suggestively lick his lips before eyeing your own, voice annoyingly deep, "i'm sure we can arrange that."

you look away, clearing your throat, "how about one that returns my decent, much more tolerable roommate back?"

"do you really want that, y/n? i doubt you can return to our old routine as platonic buddies after having experienced how tempting the seductive side of choi yeonjun is."

you shake your head stubbornly, "please, believe me when i say i much prefer the respectable side of you."

yeonjun sighs, noticing the way your words carry a harsh bite to them, understanding you're genuinely pissed off. "all right, if the old me is so in demand, i won't keep you from him."

your ears perk up, gaze coming to rest at him with a question in the way your lips narrowed, knowing him well enough to anticipate the catch that is sure to be revealed any second now.

"but?"

"but... you have to go on a date with me."

"no."

"you didn't even hear me out—"

"no."

"it'll be a breakfast date!" and everyone knows breakfast dates are for platonic friends—"

"was i not audible the first two times? no"

"it's either go on a date with me or have me flirt with you for the rest of eternity."

"how about neither?"

yeonjun is basically a wall at this point, going as far as to pat your head and flashing you a thumbs up, "and i'll take that as a see you tomorrow at eight."

"eight? are you insane?" you grimace when you realise you've taken his stupid, stupid bait.

yeonjun grins way too brightly for your overworked brain, "be ready by nine, kitten."

damn it...

#yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #rooommates au #choi yeonjun #txt #txt scenarios #txt yeonjun #txt imagine #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you #blue hour #tomorrow by together #txt fluff

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rollercoasterwrite · 5 years

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ART-TO-HEART.

Fic written for the Summer of SHINee event ~

Prompt/Plot : In their arts boarding school, Jonghyun and Jinki, who formerly didn’t know each other, become roommates on the last year. Jonghyun is a fiery popular dream boy at school, while Jinki is an awkward outcast who’s secretly gay. They don’t seem to have any in common, but through time in their intimate living situation, Jinki unexpectedly becomes the person Jonghyun can share his most sensitive and vulnerable side with.

Pairing : Jongyu

Genre : Slice of life, romance, coming of age, arts boarding school au, roommates au, crushing on each other without knowing trope

Word count : 28 k ~

Find it here : AFF and AO3

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serendipetite · 2 years

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Anonymous Requested:

Hi, may I request a roommate!friend!Jungkook x reader fluffy imagine, please? Where the reader and Jungkook were having a movie night.

The reader let him choose the movie and he chooses a scary one. 😕 The reader knew they'd get scared but didn’t say anything because they didn't want to seem like a coward in front of their crush (JK). 😌

When it's time to sleep, the reader is super scared and just can't stop overthinking, seeing shadows as people, hearing weird noises, etc. They go to Jungkook's room wanting to be comforted and cuddled. Not knowing this was Jungkook's plan this whole time. 🤫

hi lovebug!! i am so sorry!! i tried replying to this message, but right as i clicked to do so, internet cut out. thankfully i copied your message before it was eaten up, but i apologize so much for this and for the delay in my response. i love this suggestion and i was so excited to write it, and i genuinely sat down like six different times trying to do so, but honestly wasn’t happy with it and would have to restart. i didn’t want to post it and share it until i’d gotten it as perfect as i could for you. thank you so much for your patience and your understanding. i’m sorry it’s taken me so long! please enjoy <3

author’s note: i think i am incapable of writing any jungkook fic in which a pillow fight or a tickle fight does not take place. also i took a bit of liberty with a little bit of this because i can’t write jungkook being anything other than a perpetual sweetheart 99.9% of the time lol

word count: 2.3k

excerpt:

It was okay that the two of you were so different. It didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like he was going to look down on your for not wanting to watch a scary movie. If anything, he’d probably have just teased you a little and let you go. So then why did you have to get so damn competitive and force yourself to sit through the entire thing, despite how sick it made you feel? Now here you were, alone in your room, in the dark. And even though you knew the noise you were currently hearing was just the ice maker in the freezer, you still felt your heart clench in your chest.

You grabbed for your phone on the nightstand in some attempt to try to distract yourself. Maybe your coloring app would help, or that one silly game with the pizzas. But as you clicked around your phone, you found that nothing was helping. Your mind was a jumbled mess of anxiety. Every little shadow in your room seemed to move. Finally, you tossed your phone aside and scurried to Jungkook’s room.

He made this mess, he could fix it.

Of course it’d be a horror movie. Of-fucking-course. You inwardly groaned as Jungkook queued up the movie, already grabbing one of throw pillows from behind you to cuddle. You had half a mind to retreat to your bedroom, put on a light, happy romcom on your laptop and drown out the noises you knew would be coming from the living room with some good old Ryan Reynolds; but there was no way you could retreat with your tail between your legs like that. Besides, there was some little part of you that was determined to show Jungkook just how tough you were.

About six months into him moving in, you’d realized that the butterflies you felt in your stomach weren’t just symptoms of indigestion, but rather a crush. A horrible, awful, inconvenient little crush. You told yourself it’d pass, that if you just thought about something else, it’d eventually go away. It was now going on a year since Jungkook had moved in, and you were hopelessly, helplessly in love with him.

So, of course, there was a little part of you that needed to stick out the movie, to show him just how tough you really were. Jungkook wasn’t afraid of anything. He even went bungee jumping on his last birthday - backwards and upside down. You were scared of amusement park rides that went faster than the carousel. You needed to prove yourself to Jungkook. After all, not long after having discovered your crush in the first place, had you discovered your crush presented as intense competitiveness. You were going to watch this stupid horror movie, anxiety and fears be damned.

Ten minutes into the movie, and you were trying your best not to let it affect you. You didn’t hide your head in Jungkook’s shoulder, or bury your face in one of the throw pillows. You didn’t even scream at the jumpscares. Instead, you steeled your jaw and sat as still and as straight as you could, hoping just get through it in one piece. Jungkook looked at you confusedly, eventually wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to his side.

“Y/N? You good? You look tense.”

“Mmhmm. Just peachy.”

Jungkook chuckled, “Whatever you say.”

You were thankful for the arm around your shoulder, it’s weight a grounding presence reminding you that you were in your living room, safe and sound, with your roommate, best friend, and unrequited love, by your side. Your heart dropped to your stomach. So much for that grounding presence. You found yourself even more on edge, and it only got worse as the film continued on. Somehow, though, you managed to not give yourself away. And eventually, finally, it was over.

“So, what did you think?” Jungkook stood from the couch to stretch, and you let out a little sigh of relief you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in.

“Awesome. Loved it. I think I’m just gonna uh….head to bed.”

“You sure? We usually fix ice cream after movie night and have sundaes and watch sitcoms? You sure you don’t need something light and fun after that?”

You did. You desperately did. The thought of sundaes and sitcoms and Jungkook all sounded just heavenly, but you were still feeling very overwhelmed and you just needed to go to bed. You’d feel better after some sleep. You told Jungkok good night and headed to bed.

Once inside your room, you toed off your slippers and crawled under your covers, flicking off the lamp on your bedside table. It was dark. Too dark. Everything was shadows and you couldn’t help the way your heart began to pick up. Stupid Jungkook and his stupid horror movie. You tossed and turned, trying in desperate attempts to get comfortable enough to relax and get some rest. But every little sound, bump, and squeak coming from the other parts of the apartment made the hair on the back of your neck stand on in. Why had you ever agreed to that stupid horror movie? You should have just gone to your room. You should have told Jungkook you weren’t comfortable. Why did you always have to be so damn competitive all the time? Just because Jungkook was fearless, didn’t mean you had to be.

You still slept with your stuffed animals. If it hadn’t burnt out the other night, there would be a night light plugged into the outlet across from your bed. Your pajamas had bunnies on them. Jungkook, on the other hand, wore black oversized hoodies and heavy clompy boots. He had nine piercings in one ear alone and an arm completely covered in black, heavily inked tattoos. He went bungee jumping for fun and you were certain the word ‘fear’ wasn’t even in his vocabulary.

He made this mess, he could fix it.

You raised your fist and knocked on his door. You could hear the sound of him setting his headphone set down, the sound of his bed creaking. Finally, the door opened and he stood there with his head titled to the side.

“Hi.”

“Uh…what’s up?” He asked, his brow creasing.

“This is all your fault, Jeon!”

“Excuse me?”

“You put on that stupid, awful horror movie and now I can’t sleep because there’s all these shadows and noises and I can’t sleep and….”

“Whoa, whoa, hold on,” Jungkook held up his hands, “You’re this freaked about the movie? But you were so stoic during it.”

“Yeah, no. I was just….trying not to show how freaked out I was. But now I can’t sleep and my room is freaking me out and can I just crash here tonight?” The words jumped out of your mouth before you could stop them. Why oh why had you just asked that? You and Jungkook? Sleeping in the same bed? Yeah, that wasn’t going to just complicate things even more….

“Okay.”

Wait….what?

“A-are you serious?”

Jungkook just shrugged, already walking back over to his bed and arranging the pillows so you’d have a side. “My cuddles have a reputation for curing most ailments, Y/N.”

“Cocky.”

Jungkook choked and your face reddened as you approached his bed, cautiously slipping under his covers. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair before settling in beside you.

“Can I….cuddle you?”

“Well it’s your damn fault I can’t sleep, so it’s the least you can do.”

Jungkook chuckled, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you against him. You laid there on your side, your back pressed to his chest as he began to softly play with your hair. It was soothing, comforting. Soon, you were forgetting all about that stupid movie, focusing only on the feeling of his fingers in your hair.

“Y’know….it’s okay to get freaked out by horror movies, Y/N. You should have just told me you were scared.”

“You would have made fun of me,” you pouted.

“Of course,” Jungkook snickered, “But I would have also understood. Can I tell you a secret?”

You bit your lip, nodding.

“I get freaked out by them too.”

“What?” You turned to face him, propping up on your elbow, “But….you chose the movie! And you love bungee jumping and scary roller coasters and you have nine piercings in one ear and….”

“Y/N,” Jungkook put a firm hand on your shoulder, stilling you, “What do any of those things have to do with anything? Yeah, I like bungee jumping and roller coasters and I have piercings and my tattoos and all that, but that doesn’t mean scary movies don’t scare me. Honestly, I was in here listening to music trying to take my mind off the movie too.”

“But…you picked it.”

Jungkook lowered his gaze, gnawing at his bottom lip in a way you knew meant he knew he was in trouble.

“Jungkook….”

“It was Tae’s idea!”

“What was Tae’s idea?”

Jungkook groaned, flopping over onto his back and covering his face with his hands, “Tae suggested I pick a horror movie for tonight so you’d be all scared and cuddly and clingy and maybe we could finally do something about these feelings we have for each other, and it was stupid and awful and I never should have done it….”

“Tae….wanted you to purposefully scare me….so I would have to cuddle you for comfort….because….he wants us to….what?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Wait. Are you serious? I can’t even think about the second part of that sentence, Jeon, because I’m too busy focused on wanting to smack you for what you did! Who even does that? How does Tae even think of these things….”

“Well….” Jungkook lowered his hands from his face, turning to you with a sheepish little smile, “....it did work, didn’t it?”

“Oh you are so dead!” You grabbed for your pillow.

“Wait wait wait wait wait,” Jungkook held up his hands in surrender, “The person you should be mad at is Taehyung, right? I mean, this was his master plan….”

“Taehyung is an ass. I love him, but he is an ass. I know he is an ass because he comes up with schemes like that. You, however, apart from the behavior you displayed tonight, are not an ass. Ergo,” you pointed a finger in his face, “you are the one I am mad at.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened to their peak pleading, puppy form, “Wait wait wait wait! Before you do anything, you should know I only went along with it because I really just wanted to cuddle you and comfort you and I never would do anything to actually cause you any kind of anxiety, if I had known it’d freak you out so much and genuinely scare you like this, I never would have….” Jungkook was already scrambling, scootching up the bed and bracing himself with his own pillow.

You smacked him with the one in your hand, right in the stomach. Jungkook let out an “oof” before having the nerve to look genuinely surprised.

“What? Didn’t think I’d actually do it?”

“Not really, no,” Jungkook let out a surprised chuckle as you dramatically swept a strand of hair from your forehead.

“Don’t underestimate me, Jeon.”

“Never.”

The genuineness to his voice on that “Never” sent a chill down your spine. You lowered the pillow in your hand you were preparing to hit him with again.

“Are you really sorry you did it?”

“Yes. I’d never want to genuinely scare you, Y/N. If anything, I want to protect you. I should never have agreed to Tae’s plan.”

“Anything else you have to say for yourself?”

Jungkook titled his head to the side a tick, furrowing his brow as if thinking very hard. You didn’t even see it coming when he smacked you in the arm with his pillow he’d been secretly brandishing.

“Oh you are so dead!”

“Bring it!!”

Soon, it was all out war in the apartment. You and Jungkook proceeded to somehow take the pillow fight from the bed to the entire rest of the apartment, chasing one another around, jumping onto the couch, racing through the kitchen, and eventually you found yourself cornered in the bathroom. You were both red-faced and giggling when you dropped your pillow and held your hands up in surrender. Jungkook bit his lower lip, looking sympathetic before wrapping his arm around you in a headlock and gently smacking the top of your head with his pillow.

You were both still laughing when you realized, though he’d released you from your headlock, he still had his arm around your shoulder. You were both looking into each other’s eye, still giggling from your fight, shoulders heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said with nothing but fondness in your voice.

Jungkook gave you a lopsided smirk, “And what are you going to do about it, Y/N?”

Before you could stop yourself or second-guess, you grabbed him by his hoodie strings, yanked him down to your level, and kissed him. His hand came up to gently cup your jaw and even though you were both a disheveled wreck, standing in the middle of your tiny bathroom, everything about the moment felt perfect.

When you broke away, Jungkook tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as he said, “I’m so fucking glad you did that, Y/N. I can’t even tell you how many times I wanted to do that, but I was too afraid to.”

“But….you go bungee jumping backwards and upside down.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook just ticked his head to the side, “And no amount of bungee jumping or scary rollercoasters can compare to showing you my heart, Y/N. I was so worried you wouldn’t feel the same. I was so terrified to put myself out there. You’re braver than me, Y/N. So, so much braver.”

You pulled him down for another kiss.

“Perhaps,” you couldn’t help but smile, “But if you ever make me watch another horror movie ever again, Jeon….” you smacked him once more on the arm with the pillow - hard - before racing back to his room, with Jungkook hot on your heels.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts imagine #bts imagines #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook au #jungkook rooommates au #bts fic #bts fics

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tinknevertalks · 3 years

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Fandom: Sanctuary

Prompt: 9 - There's no right side to this.

Tags: Teslen, AU - they were roommates.

Warnings: None.

Rating: M (for the first chapter of the overall fic)

Chapter 9 of In The Nice Part of Town

#fictober21 #sanctuary #fanfic #9 #teslen #helen magnus #nikola tesla #helen magnus/nikola tesla #henry shows up!#love my lil henry #i made this #i wrote this #rachel writes fanfic #au #they were rooommates

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i-will-physically-fight-you · 4 years

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I can’t believe with all the asks asking about facts for Gibbous Remy that I forgot to mention that I planned for his roommate to be the Critic from that one Thomas & Friends video. I ended up cutting it because it didn’t fit the flow well, but I had this bit of dialogue in an earlier draft for Chapter 8:

Virgil swallowed. “W-what about your roommate?”

“What about him?”

“Isn’t he gonna like freak?”

“Theocritus might be a bitch about what he considers real art, but he’s a chill bitch. Besides he’ll never know. He spent last night over at some friends’ watching Barbie movies.”

“Barbies movies?”

“I know right, and he had the audacity not to invite me.”

#kat talks #they're both art majors with very different opinions on what true art is #and they just clash terribly as rooommates #but at the same they begrudingly respect the other despite finding them annoying as heckk #werewolf au

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jestierabbit · 4 years

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I spent a lot of last night talking with @starswirlblitz about her Tangled au when she asked who Jay would be in it

We decided most likely during the movie she’d have Max’s role, chasing down Mickey to turn him in. Then in the SHOW she’d be better suited as Cas, Eli’s lady in waiting

#and eventual worst enemy briefly #but its fine we wont talk about that -cough-#my art #eli #jay #and they were rooommates #tangled au

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youaremynewdream · 6 years

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Until the Light

Fandom: FFXV Rating: T Pairing: Promptis Summary: Noctis and Prompto have been set up as roommates by their parents to try to get by living in downtown Insomnia. But when Noctis starts noticing Prompto's strange habits, they both discover a secret that Prompto didn't know he was hiding. (Vampire and Roommate AU)

Thanks to @emeraldwaves for being the best beta <3

Read on AO3 here!

Fic Playlist here~

Noctis enjoys his sleep.

Or he would, if his annoying new roommate would ever actually sleep during the night like a normal person.

You see, Noctis would have preferred to have no roommate at all; he enjoys the quiet. However when you're a recent college graduate with a minimum wage internship at a place you hate in downtown Insomnia with student loans too high to even think about, living by yourself isn't exactly an option.

That is, if you wanted to live in a flat larger than your grandmother's walk in closet.

So, when it was time for him to move, Noctis settled for a roommate. Any roommate. Finding someone who wasn't a potential ax murderer proved to be more difficult than he would have imagined, but after a while one of his dad's friends happened to have a son who needed to get out of his house.

And now here they are. 3 weeks in and Noctis wants to rip out his hair at the sound of that ridiculous blond singing (badly) to old 90s pop in the shower.

At 3:00 in the morning.

Is bathing at this hour even necessary? Or hitting every single high note? Or attempting to anyway...

"Oooo baby I want YOUUU IN MAH LIFE FOR EEEEEE VAAAAAA YEAH YEAH YEAH"

Noctis tries to drown him out with 2 pillows and the lyrics of something good, but it wasn't enough to drown out the cacophony that Prompto calls 'singing'.

Deciding that enough is enough, Noctis throws his pillows aside and staggers to the bathroom in a lethargic rage.

"PROMPTO," Noctis shouts above the music, pounding on the door with his fist, "WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP ITS 3 FUCKING A M."

In one cacophonous moment there was a high pitched squeal, the sound of the shower being shut off, a wet slip followed by a loud thud, and Prompto saying "Ow" as the music comes to a stop.

Noctis rolls his eyes as he starts to head back to his room when the door bursts open and Prompto rushes out, dripping, in nothing but a towel.

"Hey dude!! I'm so sorry I completely forgot you were sleeping. I was like, in the zone you know? But I'm done if you... need the bathroom or anything... uh, are you okay?"

Noctis hasn't looked in a mirror but he was sure if he looked right now he would see nothing but the intent to murder in his eyes.

"Prompto. Why."

Prompto looks confused for a second. "Uh, why-"

"Why. The fuck. Are you showering. At three in the morning. Why."

They stare at each other for a solid minute, Noctis unblinking and containing the fire of a thousand daemons.

Prompto quietly scratches his head, "Um, I dunno I guess I haven't showered in a couple days and I feelin’ kind of cold and the warm water is cozy and why are you looking at me like that, I said I was sorry!"

Sighing Noctis waves him away. "Look, I don't really care what you do, but stop bothering me at night okay? Why aren't you ever awake during the day? Don't you have a job or anything? This is getting ridiculous."

"I know I know, my sleep schedule is awful, I'm just... never tired at night. I'm sorry, I'll try to be quieter I guess..."

Flashing his puppy eyes at Noctis, Prompto tries to look as genuinely sad as possible.

It works.

Noctis sighs again, turning into a yawn. "Ugh, whatever. I'm goin... back to bed. No more singing, okay."

"Can't promise that!" Prompto calls after Noctis as he shuts his door aggressively, muffled groaning making its way through the cracks.

Noctis just wants to sleep.

#promptis #noctis x prompto #prompto #noctis #ffxv fanfiction #FFXV #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #my writing #vampire au #rooommate au #gay as fuck

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Roommate au 3 sentence fic: Michelle forces Harry and Peter to hang out. It doesn't go well.

MJ unlocks the front door to her apartment and is met with broken glass in her living room and a screaming match in her kitchen. She takes a deep breath, sends a little prayer off to whoever is listening to her prayers and enters her kitchen where she finds her boyfriend drenched in soda, holding a spatula like a sword and her best friend pointing an empty soda can at her boyfriend.

Michelle drops her bag with a thud and the two sets of eyes stare guiltily at her, “And I thought some one-on-one time would be nice!”

#three sentence fic #rooommate au

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achairwithapandaonit · 2 years

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"and they were rooommates" for that trope ratin' game

i guess i'd grade that with a C for neutral. I don't really have an opinion. if the au is just a roomates au set outside of canon then i would never read it, if it's some kind of cracky canon au where they're roomates and for some reason these two characters being roomates is the funniest thing ever then i might read it, and if it just happens to turn up in something i'm reading then i'm like yeah okay

#ask tag #ask game

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bangtanloverboys · 3 years

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indented fingertips // myg

summary: you don't know much about your roommate, min yoongi. until one day you come home to see him strumming away at a guitar, maybe he could give you a lesson?

pairing - rooommate!min yoongi x female!reader

genre - fluff; roommate au

word count - 2.2k

warning - nothing

author’s note - this is fic is dedicated to the lovely @cinnaminsvga for the @btsghostiewritersnet holiday fic exchange! this was a bit of a challenge as i have absolutely no idea how to play the guitar thus i don’t know proper instructions but! i gave it my best shot and i hope you enjoy it!!

“Yoongi, I’m back!” You announced as you shut the door to your apartment. As you were pulling off your muddy shoes, you could hear the pitter-patter of rain against the windows accompanied by light strumming of a guitar. “Yoongi?” You called out as you made your way towards the music. You followed it until you were standing in front of the door of Yoongi’s room, the door cracked open a bit ever so slightly.

Peaking in, there your roommate sat on his bed, his back facing you, strumming away on a black guitar. Needless to say, you were a bit surprised. You didn’t know he could play! Then again, you didn’t know a lot about him since he moved in a few months back. Your mutual friend Seokjin introduced you to each other after you said you needed a roommate, and Yoongi to his word was the perfect roommate. He generally liked to keep to himself, which was nice considering you liked the quiet. But at the same time, you felt like you were living with a stranger.

You watched in silence as he continued to strum at his guitar. Listening closely, you realized that you didn’t recognize it. Did he write his own music? What else wasn’t he telling you? You swung your head side to side as he continued to play, only freezing when he stopped playing. He repositioned his hands on the neck of the guitar before strumming again, letting out a couple small hums as he tried to get the note just right. He must be composing, you thought to yourself.

You wanted to step in and talk to him about it, maybe learn a little more about him. But there was something itching you at the back of your mind, something Seokjin told you when Yoongi decided to move in, and that was not to disturb him while sleeping or working. You assumed working meant like work related stuff, this is what he must have meant. Biting your cheek, you silently began to tiptoe to your room. You wonder why he’s never told you, but then again, he doesn’t tell you much about himself. All you pretty much knew about him was he worked in accounting, is really cute, and apparently plays the guitar.

As you shed your day clothes and change into some sweats, you can still hear him faintly playing though the wall. It brings a smile to your face, learning something new about your roommate. Once dressed, you made your way out to the living room and turned on the television. The faint sound of Yoongi playing ceased as you started to scroll through the service, looking for something to watch. As you clicked on an old comedy special, you heard footsteps come down the hall.

“Hey Yoon,” you said nonchalantly as he appeared in your vision.

“H-hey, when did you get home?” He asked, scratching the back of his head.

“Few minutes ago,” you shrugged as the comedian was announced and walked on stage, “Just started this. Wanna join?”

“I’m good. . .” he responded as his hand dropped to his side, “Did you-” A loud clap of thunder interrupted him, the lights and the television going dark.

“Ah shit,” you groaned. Looking at Yoongi, who looked mildly relieved yet at the same time annoyed at the inconvenience of the powering going out. “How long do you think the power is gonna be out?”

“Uhh, I don’t know. Couple hours maybe?” He sighed as he looked around. “Do we have any candles or anything?”

“Uh, should have a few in my room, hang on.” You pushed yourself off the sofa and trudged your room, pulling off the candles from your desk. As you made your way back to the living room, Yoongi seemed to have pulled out other candles from their long forgotten hiding spots, lighting them and placing them sporadically around the room. He handed you the lighter as you walked over to him, lighting the candles as you placed them down on the table.

The room was filled with conflicted scents of different types of fruits and woods; a strange combination, but not all too bad as both you and Yoongi sat down on the couch. The continuous sound of rain was the only noise as the two of you sat in silence, unsure of what to do next.

“So. . .” You started, “Any ideas to pass the time?”

“I uh, I don’t know.” He mumbled, as his gaze fell down to his hands, picking at his nails.

“How about 20 questions?” You proposed, a way to pass the time and might as well use it as an excuse to get to know your roommate a little more. He gave a meek shrug, signalling to you that it wasn’t a no. Turning in your seat to face him, you clasped your hands together, “Okay. What’s your favorite type of cake?”

He looked at you with a confused look on his face before responding with, “Chocolate?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

“I don’t know, I’m not really picky when it comes to cake.” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in confusion.

“Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to press, I guess.” You murmured, “It’s your turn.”

Letting out a huff, Yoongi turned in his seat to face you. His tongue in cheek as he thought of a question to ask. “Uh, what’s your favorite. . .book?”

“It’s Frankestien.” You answered. You caught an interested glimmer in his eye, so you continued to talk about it. “I like the classic monster stories, plus Mary Shelly was pretty cool too.”

“Wow, I-I didn’t know that. I’ll make a note of that for your birthday.” He chuckled; you felt your heart flutter at the sound of his laugh.

“I- yeah, uh,” you scratched your head, trying to distract yourself from the sound of his obnoxiously cute chuckle. The only thing popping into your mind was the image of him playing the guitar, maybe now was a good time to ask him about it? “Do you- do you play any instruments?”

“I uh,” his gaze fell down to the floor. “Yeah. . . Guitar. . .”

“Oh was that you playing earlier?” You feigned surprise. “I heard a little bit, you’re really good!”

A shy smile pulled at Yoongi’s lips, “Yeah, but I’m not that good. I’ve only been playing a few months.” His eyes avoided yours, staring at the lit candle.

“No no no, don’t talk yourself down!” You pouted, shoving his shoulder a bit. “From what I heard, you’re really good.”

“You’re just saying that,” he waved you off. “Anyways. . .what about you? Do you play anything?” He asked, diverting the conversation onto you.

“No, I don’t.” You answered, but then it hit you, a brilliant idea. “Maybe you can teach me!”

“Teach you?!” Yoongi was baffled at your statement. “No, I could never, I’m-I’m not that good of a teacher.” He shied away from you once again.

“Come on, Yoongi.” You pursed your lip out in a pout, “Please! What else are we gonna do until the power comes on?!”

“Fine, I guess,” he muttered as pushed himself off the couch to go grab his guitar. You let out a small cheer as he reappeared with the instrument at hand. “I only know how to play Highway to Hell, Brown Eyed Girl, and an IU song. Which do you wanna learn?”

“Could I learn the one you were playing earlier?”

Yoongi’s cheeks reddened at your question, “That-that’s uh, that’s an unfinished song. . .”

“Teach it to me? Please?” You pleaded, clasping your hands together in an effort to make yourself look more convincing. “Just the chorus?”

“Mmm, fine.” He exhaled as he positioned the guitar in his arms. “First, the basic chords are E,” he positioned his fingers on the neck then he strummed. “A.” He moved his fingers again then strummed the note. He proceeded to show you the rest of the basic notes, making sure you pay extra close attention to the placement of his fingers. Once the basic introduction was over, he began to demonstrate his song’s chorus. “It goes, two strums of D,” he strummed, “two strums of C,” he strummed again, “and four strums of G.” He strummed again.

“Alright, seems easy enough.” You were impressed, it sounded pretty good. Okay more than pretty good, it was great! Yoongi was really talented, if he ever decided to put his music out no doubt you were gonna be the first to download it. “Let me try now.”

Yoongi handed the guitar to you and you mimicked the way you saw him hold the instrument, there was a twinge in his eyes as he saw you hold it, but he didn’t say anything. “Okay, fingers to the D chord position.” He instructed, you placed your fingers on the neck, your fingers looking close to how Yoongi positioned his. You looked to him, silently asking if the placement was correct; he nodded, giving you a tight smile. “Good, now two strums.” You did as you were told, it didn’t sound quite the same as how Yoongi did. From the look on Yoongi’s face, he noticed it too, yet he didn’t say anything again. “That was good. . . now two strums of C.” You repositioned your fingers again and yet again it didn’t sound the same.

“Are you sure I’m doing this right?” You questioned.

“Yeah, you’re doing fine.” He assured you, but there was that same twinge in his eyes. He knew it wasn’t right, why wasn’t he correcting you? “Now four strums of G.”

Deciding to test his honesty, you placed your fingers in a position that definitely wasn’t the G chord and strummed 4 times. You watched as Yoongi visibly flinched at the sound, yet remained smiling at you. “How was that?”

“Great, you did. . . awesome.” He said as he gave you a thumbs up.

“Yoongii,” you whined. “You know that wasn’t right! How am I supposed to learn if you don’t help me properly.”

“I just, uh, fine.” He scooted closer to you, taking your fingers in his hands and repositioning your fingers on the neck. “That’s the D chord, strum.” You did so and it sounded a lot better than your first shot. He repositioned your fingers again, “C chord.” You strummed twice more, you watched as Yoongi’s lips pulled into a smile. “Good, good. Okay and this is the G chord.” He moved your fingers once more and let you play the chord and it sounded almost like how he did it! “Great! Now do it all together slowly.”

Carefully examining your positioning again, you began again. Despite the long pauses between the notes as you tried to place your fingers in the correct places again, it sounded pretty good! Not as good as Yoongi’s playing, but it was still good! “I did it!”

“Think you can speed it up a bit?” He asked, his smile growing wider.

“Let’s give it a shot,” you straightened your shoulders as you moved your fingers back to the D chord. But apparently it wasn’t quite right as Yoongi stopped your hand before you moved to play.

“Sorry, just, your finger should be right,.” He with his thumb and pointer finger, he lightly pushed your finger a bit to the side, “here.” He pulled away with a grin on his face. “Now play.”

And so you did. With Yoongi’s help, you managed to play the chorus of his song pretty okay. After a while though, your fingers began to ache so you decided to stop, handing the guitar back over to Yoongi. You thought he was going to take it back to his room, but instead he started playing a melody that you barely recognized. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, you watched Yoongi play; the light of the candles illuminating the outline of his face. Neither of you said anything, the only noise that was heard was the sound of the rain, the crinkling of candles, and the sound of Yoongi’s guitar.

As he played on, you felt yourself grow more relaxed. You slowly started to shut your eyes, but as you did, the lights blinked back on. Yoongi ceased his playing as the TV blared to life again, the comedy special overpowering the sound of his music anyways. Sitting up, you grabbed the remote and turned off the television. “Thank you, for teaching me. And-and playing in general, you’re really good.”

He slipped the guitar from his lap, leaning it against the couch. “I’m still just trying to learn and work on the song, it’s nowhere near finished-”

“Yoongi,” you placed your hand on his shoulder, “it’s gonna be great. I know it.”

He relaxed under your touch and smiled at you, his cheeks flushing. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“It’s no problem,” you returned the smile. Feeling a little bold, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks again for the lesson.” Yoongi tensed up at the affection as you leaned back. “Maybe I can teach you something in return, like bracelet making. I don’t know.” You laughed, maybe it wasn’t an equal type of lesson as a guitar one but it was the only thing you could remember from sleep away camp.

“Yeah-” His voice came out in a squeak, clearing his throat before he spoke again, “Yeah, that. . . sounds good!” He spoke as he rose to stand. “I’m uh, I’m gonna go put this away now.” With that, he picked up his guitar and scurried away towards his room.

You chuckled as he left, heart feeling full after having a small bonding session with him. You were happy that you finally got to know Yoongi a bit more, with any luck you’ll get even closer.

#btsghostie #bgwficexchange #min yoongi x reader #suga x reader #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #min yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fluff #bts fluff #bts #min yoongi #suga

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