28 • NY • multi stan (bts//skz//ateez)• MDNI • ive had this blog since i was in high school so what i reblog won't always be fandom content so im sorry about that but im too old and tired to be doing the sideblog bullshit anymore
↳ Tinder matched and subsequently ghosted by the hot guy that lives across from you, you’re mostly resigned to singleton life, dejected and somewhat fed up. That is, until a screwed up delivery turns things around, in the most unexpected of ways.
↳ Bang Chan x female reader
↳ 10.7k
↳ Strangers to lovers, DILF/single dad Chan, neighbours au, online dating au, romance, angst with a happy ending, eventual smut
! Explicit content, adult themes, suitable for 18+ readers only !
As in, the accommodation between flats one and three.
As in, the residence opposite yours.
As in, the living space occupied by him.
You’d had a good day, up until this point. Work had been relatively peaceful, save for that one particularly stubborn customer that simply couldn’t grasp the concept of needing proof of purchase for a refund.
You suppose that in this moment, you know how that customer had felt. Looking down at the neatly strung brown paper parcel in your hands, you’re confused, concerned, and more than a little annoyed.
The label on the box reads, stark and clear, ‘Copper Court, Flat 2’. Yet here you are, having retrieved it from your pigeon hole; and your pigeon hole most certainly isn’t labelled ‘Flat 2’.
Your first thought is to shove the parcel in his pigeon hole, and you would, were it not already stuffed full to the brim with letters and magazines, spam leaflets from the local takeaway offering twenty percent off pizzas on a Tuesday.
A good neighbour would just take it up to Flat 2. A good neighbour would empty the pigeon hole of its current postal nightmare and take that up too, hand delivering it with a smile.
↳ Working the bar at the local haunt has its’ own perks. Never a dull day, rarely a quiet night. Yet when your friend and regular thorn in your side starts using it as his hunting ground, things get decidedly more complicated.
↳ Female reader x Hyunjin
↳ 3.9k
! Strong language, one-night stand to lovers au, angst and tension, mutual pining, fuckboy Hyunjin, alcohol consumption, themes of jealousy, explicit sexual content, adult themes throughout !
A regular friend. A regular at the bar you’d worked at for the last year and a half. And a regular pain in your neck.
Except everything about him was anything other than regular, as you knew well.
You watched in amusement from your position behind the bar counter, mindlessly wiping down a glass as he yet again chatted up two random girls in their booth. Every night was always the same. He’d come in looking like he’d just walked straight out of a pictorial, order the same drink and sit at the bar chatting to you until the clock struck 10pm.
Because at 10pm, the nightlife kicked in. Girls and guys would wander in, each one of them here for different reasons, but all of them ready to get tanked up with alcohol.
And that was when he was in his element. You’d watch as he sized up each person that entered the bar. How he’d roll his eyes in frustration when it was a stuffy middle aged man in a suit, and how his face would light up when it was a reasonably good looking younger guy or girl. He’d make his excuses to you and leave, slinking over to their table and charming his way into their lives.
Prompt: ‘Don’t make me stop this car, because I promise you, you’ll regret it.’
Pairing: Seungmin x female reader
WC: 1.3k
Warnings: explicit sexual content, established relationship, bratty reader, hard dominant seungmin, heavy degradation, objectification, mutual provocation, oral sex (m. rec), cum swallowing, face fucking in a car don’t try this at home seriously 🔞
Whoever invented "open in app" links that redirect you to the app store instead of actually opening the app even when you already have the app installed on your phone should be involuntarily turned into a beanbag chair
whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision
now that i am a real adult i am starting to realise. media lied to me about the availability of rooftops to go hang out on. every day i wish i could be hanging out on a rooftop somewhere looking cool as fuck
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life advice: if ur cishet male friends dont let u call them babygirl theyre not worth it. but also this is dangerous bc then u’ll buy them a coffee at starbucks and they’ll say thank u daddy and u will automatically respond ur welcome babygirl and then the entire starbucks will be staring at u bc it is 2:45pm on a wednesday. this may happen multiple times. do with this what u will