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[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism: "No thank you! I have a partner!"

Silly. G/N. Y'all probably seen the meme. Your partner comes home drunk and doesn't recognise you.

Gun Park, Ryuhei Kuroda, Goo Kim, DG, Vin Jin, Jake Kim, Samuel Seo

Loud scratching and thumps at your front door wakes you. You wonder whether to arm yourself with a frying pan and then you hear your boyfriend muttering slurred profanities.

A loud bang reverberates through your home as he stumbles, drunk, through the door.

With a sigh, you crawl out of bed to check the state they're in.

Gun gazes at you, bleary-eyed and half focused. Slightly swaying on his feet, a very unusual sight of someone usually in full control of their body.

Then something clicks in his brain, eyes hardening just before he looks away. He tells you, tone disinterested, that he's a taken man.

"I don't know how I ended up here, but don't get the wrong idea."

He turns around, exits his own living room, exits his own home, and sleeps outside the apartment in the hallway instead.

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"Yeah you're pretty cute," Ryuhei mumbles, words slurring together, "But my partner is cuter."

He pulls his phone out, drops it twice, unlocks it on the third attempt and shows you a picture - one that you have seen, actually one that you took of him smooching you on the cheek.

"Aren't they cute?" He beams, utterly besotted. "Let me just crash here," he says as he collapses on the sofa. "If you touch me I'll scream."

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"Get your hands off me!" Goo screeches, slapping you away as you try to undress him and get him ready for bed. "My my, you're forward aren't you?"

Goo leans forward, and gives you a smile halfway between utterly charming and complete sleazeball.

Then, all bravado evaporates and he sighs.

"Oh sweetheart you would be just my type, but," he pushes you off the bed, "I'm taken and very happy about it."

He lies down, burritoing himself and turning his back to you. "You can make your own way out."

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Vin fiddles with his sunglasses, peering approvingly at you.

Even in his drunken haze he can tell that damn, you're fine. Except. He is also lucid enough to realise he is not looking respectfully anymore and he thinks of you, his ride or die, and his face completely changes.

He frowns and asks you what the hell you are looking at. That you have no chance. He has a partner at home that is much hotter, much better, thank you very much and yeah he's an asshole but he's not going to cheat so back the fuck off.

You roll your eyes, hackles would have been much higher if he wasn't actually being sweet in his own way.

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DG takes a moment to process the situation. And when he does, he gets it completely wrong.

He plasters on his k-pop smile. The one reserved for winning over fans, interviewers and for his insincere apology videos.

"Did you want an autograph?" He pulls out a photocard from his inner pocket and a pen (and wow, you did not realise he carried a stack of his photos. You are not going to let him live this down) and scribbles his signature that comes with some love hearts and sparkles and passes it over to you.

"Here you go," he holds it out to you in both hands, not before mumbling under his breath, "You're cute but shit if you turn into another stalker..."

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Jake is already asleep on the sofa by the time you pad out, which must be some super power in itself.

"Wake up," You give his shoulder a shake. He frowns, then cracks one eye open. "Come to bed."

He grunts something indecipherable and attempts to roll his oversized frame on your undersized sofa.

"Jake, cmon."

You attempt to drag him to your bedroom, your touch finally waking something inside and he bolts upright, removing your hands firmly off him.

"I have a partner." He tells you with no room for any misinterpretation. "But," he scratches absentmindedly at his stomach, "Do you have any food?"

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Samuel does as he's told. Obediently removing his trousers, and unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off-

(Truly, you had no ulterior motive, you just wanted to remove the stink of alcohol.)

When, maybe for the first time in his life, he is afflicted with modesty and a startling clarity.

He yanks his shirt back on and pulls his trousers on with startling efficiency.

"Absolutely not," he glowers at you, "This is not happening. I'm taken."

[4ut0p5y]

Pure hubris is what I’m on when I write half the shit I do,

[4ut0p5y]

MDNI.

Jake who has to touch you in some way, he just has to be fucking you, absolutely has to be spilling inside your cunt ever since you brought up your thoughts of just maybe wanting a little Kim of your own running around the now ‘peaceful’ Gangseo streets.

He just can’t help himself. He can’t help but push your panties to the side and your back against a wall, with his face buried deep into the crook of your neck, whispering absolute filth about how badly he needs your warmth. All but begging to let him put it in raw while he preps you for his cock. Jake who can’t help himself from fucking into you just right after you just finished; overstimulating you until it takes.

[4ut0p5y]

I love when guys are a bit dramatic about minor injuries, like imagine Jake seeing you accidentally knick your finger but, he’s already behind you, ever so “calmly” snatching the knife away and shooing you off while he finishes dinner instead.

He makes sure the stove is shut off while he bandages your finger with a pout on his face, because, maybe he should start bubble wrapping you if you’re going to be so clumsy. But, in the end, It only takes a quick online purchase and some safety guards to get him to not breathe down your neck for the foreseeable future.

[ao3-shenanigans]

Embrace the cringe.

Write weird fanfic.

Read weird fanfic.

[4ut0p5y]

why do you write?

This blog is just a fun little hobby I started my senior year; a social experiment if you would like to be cryptic

[wannaeatramyeon]

Jake Kim x Reader: Cinema

G/N. Soft and fluffy feat Big Deal a lil.

 "You on a date, boss?"

Jake says yes without missing a beat, flashing you a grin and snaking his arm around your waist.

He sees the smirk on Jason's face, the light nudge Lineman gives Brad, and the pride and approval on Jerry's face.

The grin soon melts away though, when Brad follows up with "You going to see Rocky XX too?" and Jake only just manages to hide his grimace.

The answer to that is also yes. But he would prefer to not have a date crashed by the rest of the crew.

Heavens above, you're patient enough with Big Deal and so sweet to everyone. Gotten to know the street and the occupants like the back of your hand, spending more evenings and weekends there than not. 

However. Even with how much Jake lives and breathes Big Deal, he misses some one on one time with you.

Away from everyone, he thinks as he takes in the sight of his boys in front of him. He can't exactly tell them to go away though, can he? A rare weekend off work where they get to just be.

He succumbs to his fate. 

Imagines everyone huddled on the one row together. Seated next to each other. Cosy. A family affair instead of a romantic date. Probably won't be able to sneak you some kisses here and there-

"We're not seeing Rocky!" comes the unmistakable sound of Lua's voice. "We're going to watch The Boy and The Pigeon! Enjoy your film!"

She disappears as quickly as she arrives. A whirlwind of hair and a force of nature. Giving you both a small wave, mind laser focused on reading the goddamn room and shoving the boys towards a different screen.

"B-but we already got the tickets!"

"I wanted to see Rocky XX!"

"Why does Jake think seeing Rocky is romantic anyway?!"

Why?

To be honest, the Rocky franchise died off somewhere along V. Who knows how the hell these films are still being greenlit. Nevertheless, the newest one is a low stakes film where Jake doesn't care what happens apart from you cuddling up to him and some kisses if he's lucky.

It's calculated and planned and Jake mentally pats himself on the back for how things have turned out.

Except-

What he didn't expect was the score to be good, the script to be great, the choreography to be amazing, and the acting to be even better. Neither of you could take your eyes off the screen. You laughed and cried and gasped together. 

Thoughts of cuddling and kissing and even making out completely out the window as you're both on the edge of your seat for the entire two hours.

It was fantastic. Perhaps the best movie he has ever seen (and he could practice some of those moves too).

You're both still talking about it as he walks you home-

"When he came back as a zombie to fight that vampire?"

"And the lizard joins the fight to win the title?" Jake chuckles, at your enthusiasm more than anything else, "Yeah. I liked that."

But as your apartment appears on the horizon, he can't help but think that maybe this was a bit of a waste. That the day is over and as good as the film was, maybe he should have arranged something else, after all it’s been a while since both your schedules have aligned.  A date where you can actually talk and be in each other's company. Instead of being captivated by the screen, your attention could have been held by him.

Jake tries to shake off the doubts and recapture the lighter mood from seconds ago.

He's not entirely successful.

You realise something is amiss.

You peer over at your boyfriend. His sudden subduedness. The small line forming between his eyebrows that you hate so much, because it means he's unhappy about something. You pause mid step and he stops alongside you.

"Don’t overthink it. I had fun," you tell him. You always have fun with him. "Thank you."

Jake's smile returns when he sees the expectant look in your eyes. The way you stretch up towards him. press yourself into his space, and he leans down; meeting you halfway.

Your lips lightly press to his, eyes closing, eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks and his own falling shut. Strong arms encircle you, pulling you ever closer, deepening the contact.

There'll be a next time, your kiss reassures him.

You tastes like popcorn. Sugar and butter and salt. Sweet and savoury and perfect.

[myuiis]

gapryong kim is like the dead wife of lookism I can’t explain it

[4ut0p5y]

no but i can't stop thinking abt comforting the lookism boys.. i'm so soft for them (mentally unstable weirdos) and i would do anything to just... hold and love them and make them feel appreciated

like imagine them coming home all bruised and beaten up, and you come up to them worrying abt them and... they just break into tears. and they're shameful and just as surprised as you are, trying to hold it in or hide it but.. they just realized you LOVE them and they aren't sure how to be loved... and you just hold them and reassure them until their tears dry, take as long as it might, this could be years worth of pain suddenly bursting out.

just... them. they all deserve better. i could ramble abt them forever istg

also if you're ever willing i would love to see a fic like this <33 no pressure ofc

Anon ilysm.

You hear his footsteps shuffle through the door before you see him. Fully expecting another quiet night in, right after you place your book down.

What you find instead is his head hung low and his back facing you as he tenses. The sound of his name spilling out your lips is too heavy on his heart and he’s leant against the wall. His arm pressed into his side, gripping his torn shirt for something grounding enough to keep himself upright; and he’s breathing harder and harder as you near.

“Are you alright—“ your voice stills at the sharp inhale he takes, trying to disappear into the dimly lit room, trying to run away and hide from you even while he knows he can’t. Yet, your hand gently rests on his shoulder and he’s spinning on his heel, ready to get away from the one person that’s really not supposed to see him like this; weak, bruised and a bit broken.

But there’s stray tears leaking down his face, dripping down onto the hardwood, and now staining your pajamas as you act fast. Pulling him down and shoving his face into the crook of your neck. Trying so hard to soothe what you never have before, trying to piece together a man that never showed you such vulnerability until now as he shakes; the both of you. In the barely lit space you both call home, breaking your heart into pieces as he grips you harder with the slightest wince. “It’s okay, it’s okay; I’m here.”

Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Vin Jin, Sinu Han, James Lee, Eli Jang, Johan Seong, Eugene, Goo Kim, Hudson Ann, Chaegyeon Na, Ryuhei Kuroda, Xiaolong;

[4ut0p5y]

Goo is my fave victim so here’s a[nother] fwb situation. Takes place somewhere during/after 477,

He had his chance to get out, and he could’ve gotten away. If only he were a bit kinder to himself.

But, you’re too perfect, too available, too soft and too ingrained in his mind. So ingrained, that he’s thinking of attaching himself to you in such a way that would make therapists everywhere cry. Hell, even Gun would smack some sense into him if he knew he was crawling back to you when he swore he was the one wanting to be “casual”.

Yet, the situation isn’t terrible, to you at least. You wouldn’t pass up such a good fuck anytime soon, especially when he’s the one with shaky hands gripping your hips like this and hitting that spot like that.

It’s fine, perfect, peachy. Because of course it is. He’s always so into it and it helps distract you from the stresses of daily life and the way his eyes stare into yours; with those pretty long lashes that are always fluttering each time he spills into your cunt.

Then he leaves you wondering for once, it’s sudden and unexpected because you swore you had plans together that day. You expect a text, maybe a small but meaningful apology for missing out, or even a flower or two left at your door. You’re usually the one in control here.

You find him instead, bruised and bloody and haphazardly wrapped in bandages. Just about to knock on your door, with a bloodied hand clutching super market flowers. Because of course he doesn’t care but he can’t risk you being cross with him. Not when he’s all broken down like this.

[3-aem]

mornings

[4ut0p5y]

Do you mind if others use certain ideas or drabbles of yours for writing?

I wouldn’t mind at, most of my au’s/works aren’t anything revolutionary anyhow. Just have fun with it if you do take any inspo, [tag me too so I can go crazy in the comments <33]

[natlovesu]

yes hes my comfort character, and yes he does beat the shit out of people. he multitasks idk

[tired-biscuit]

(bangs fist on table) i want him sweaty, whimpering, overstimulated, moaning, sniffling, twitching, squirming, whining, gasping, bucking his hips, drooling, begging (swipes papers onto the floor)

NOW

[4ut0p5y]

I tend to forget people actually read my posts and that you all aren’t bots with strategic and coincidentally chosen genshin impact profile pictures,

[wannaeatramyeon]

Goo Kim x Reader: Suspicious

G/N. So so stupid.

Your boyfriend is indulging in suspicious behaviour.

More and more, you catch him smiling sweetly at his phone, chuckling. At times you think you might have heard a squeal. He's always staring into it late at night, first thing in the morning, hiding his screen away from you.

Which usually would put you on edge if he was anyone else. Leave your imagination running wild, cause your insecurities to rise to the surface.

But you know Goo. He would have no problem kicking you out of his bed, his apartment, his life if he didn't want this anymore.

Except this isn't that. He's still as clingy as ever, still a mischievous menace. A brat, feral and needy, showing his own brand of affection and fondness.

You're almost certain that if you asked, he would shave his head for you. His precious blonde locks. That's how much he loves you.

However. The behaviour is peculiar, odd. You don't know what to think.

.

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He's engrossed in his phone even more than usual this evening.

He didn't hear you come through the door, pad through the apartment, sneak up over his shoulder, almost breathing into his ear, eyes briefly scanning over his screen until-

"What's this?"

Goo yelps. Jerks away violently and with such force his glasses clatter onto the floor.

"Shit!" You hear him mutter under his breath as he tries to discreetly click his screen off and bend down for his glasses.

You're pretty certain you saw what you think you did.

…Really? Is this what he's been hiding from you?

Tentatively, because it's obvious this guy is touchy as hell about this, you ask, "Is that-"

"Nope!" He snaps, a very uncharacteristic blush blooming over his cheeks.

"Goo," You grin, eyes crinkling. "Are you embarrassed?"

He puts his glasses back on, adjusting them as he peers over haughtily at you, regaining some of his composure. "No cupcake, I don't get embarrassed."

You put your hand on your hips, raising an eyebrow. "Sure. That's why you've been sneaking around with your phone."

"I have not been sneaking."

"Sneaking."

"I-"

"Sneak. Ing." You emphasize each syllable, then ready your fingers at his forehead. "I may have thought you were up to no good." With that, you give Goo a light flick that he grossly overreacts to and screeches.

"So what?" he rubs his forehead with a pout, "I'm always up to no good."

That's true. You admit it with a sigh.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, clicks it back on sheepishly. "They just... They love each other."

"I know." You tread carefully, not sure which of his manic moods he's rapidly approaching.

"And they both die in the manga." You swear you see Goo's lip wobble, "I just want them to be happy."

Ok, that was definitely his voice cracking you heard there as he shows you his browser, tabs upon tabs of fanfiction open-

Really, goddamn. That is a lot of fanfiction. Although you understand the grip of a hyperfixation all too well.

Maybe you should have seen this coming. You know Goo loves his manga and anime, and you know he loves this particular one. You just didn't know how much. You didn’t realise he indulges in fandom activities.

But-

Did he not realise you loved it too? The amount of fanfiction you gorge on? That there was no need to hide this from you? You wouldn’t have ever made him feel ashamed of this.

"Hey,” You give him an encouraging smile and a nudge, “Did you read the college AU one? Where they're both-"

"PROFESSORS AND MARRIED! Goo interjects, eyes widening in realisation. 

"Cupcake!" He purrs, any embarrassment or hesitation a thing of the past. The distant past. He throws his arm around you. Ecstatic at finding new common ground, starts to ramble and talk about his favourite fics, his least favourite. The tropes he loves, the tropes he hates. Mouth running a mile a minute.

When he finally pauses to take a breath, he smooches you on the cheek. Reading between the lines, as a way of apology for his suspicious behaviour.

And continues, until you interrupt him and tell him that your favourite ship is actually these other characters and-

"Ugh. Tasteless." Goo scoffs, removing his arm from you and stepping away as if your terrible taste will infect him.