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jeonggukieverse · 2 years

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Hii I would love to request a established relationship jk fic/Drabble in which jk and oc are married and oc is pregnant, she is in a sensitive period and gets tired and angry easily and although jk at first doesn’t seem to understand her but after figuring it out he tried to be there for her, comforts her and all that stuff

I’m not that articulate but I also found these in your promt list and thought it go well with what I’m trying to convey in my own words lol

1. “Why are you yelling at me?”

2. “I didn’t mean it! I swear!”

3. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

if u prefer it you can add smut !!

Jjajangmyeon Tuesdays

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Husband AU

Warnings: language, over dramatic reader (again), implied smut, Y/N is a little mean :(

Word count: 1.5k+

Summery: The one thing you look forward to it your husbands famous Jjajangmyeon on a Tuesday evening. But Jungkook will soon come to find out hormones, dissapointment and a hangry wife aren't a a good combo

A/N: This was just a quick I thought id do while im still feeling creative~ Hope enjoy it

Also, Fun fact! This is the same pairing as in my Office Buddies story. So in a way, this story is kind of a sequel

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Not to be dramatic but this was the worst day of your entire life. Nothing can compare to how crappy you feel right now.

There you were in all your pregnant glory sat at a bus stop at 3pm in the pouring rain. You had not only just missed the bus and had to wait 35 minutes for the next one to arrive.

During your wait: three cars had splashed you, the old man next to you had commented that he thought you were just fat before he realised you were pregnant AND you had forgotten to buy the thing you came out for.

But there was one thing keeping you going. There was one tiny spark of light at the end of the tunnel: today was Tuesday.

Now, to anybody else, Tuesday is just a regular degular day but Tuesdays were your favourite days because it was the only day of the week that Jungkook had a half day at work and he would every Tuesday without fail, make you his moms famous Jjajangmyeon for dinner. And we’re not talking ordinary store bought Jjajangmyeon, oh no. This one was homemade with love and tasted as if God herself had hand crafted each and every tiny granule of flavour in that dish. The sauce was to die for and the thought of taking the first bite of those noodles made you want to cry. Plus, baby jeon seemed to like it too. Every Tuesday as you munched down on your favourite meal, baby Jeon kicked around in your tummy like they wanted to break free and eat it for themselves. The thought made you smile. You hoped baby Jeon would like it themselves when they tried it. You hope they liked all of Jungkook’s cooking.

Lately Jungkook had become quite the little chef indeed. Ever since he found out you were pregnant; he’s been so tender and gentle with you. Ensuring you had everything you need, making sure you felt safe and loved. His protectiveness had gotten completely out of hand. Like a few months ago, you went to lunch with your friend without telling him, only to have him call you in the middle of your meal to scold you as if you were a child! It was then that you had to have a firm chat with him. You let him now that even though you were pregnant you were still Y/N and Y/N had a life of her own outside of this baby that she was going to continue to live. You fought for your independence but you forgot that that meant you had to then BE independent. That’s how you got in this predicament. He had wanted to drive you to the store. He offered a million times but, no! You were adamant you could do it on your own. Now look at you. Cold, wet, insulted and swollen. Great.

But you kept your chin up cause you knew there would be Jjajangmyeon waiting for you.

1 hour and a sudden downpour later you trudged yourself up to your driveway resembling a sad wet cat. Shopping bags in hand you felt like you had reached the finish line of some kind of assault course. You chuckled as you placed your hand on the door, proud of your small victory. It was a shit day but you made it and your grand prize of your handsome husband and his famous Jjajangmyeon was waiting for you just on the other side of the door.

You pushed the door open ready to be greeted by the sweet aroma of black bean sauce and freshly cooked noodles but:

Nothing.

You couldn’t smell anything…

Okay, maybe he just has the kitchen door closed?

You walked through to your home past the living room. Your destination was the kitchen. You marched with purpose to see if your theory was correct and it was! The kitchen door was firmly closed.

You breathed a sigh of relief and headed upstairs.

You began to set your plan of action as you walked to your bedroom. You were going run yourself a nice bubble bath before indulging in the delightful meal you knew you were going to annihilate. Then maybe after dinner Jungkook would mind rubbing your feet cause it felt as if you were walking on 2 water balloons. You tried to look down at your feet to inspect the damage but you were met with the sight of this giant belly. God you were huge. You loved and hated being pregnant at the same time. You loved interacting with baby jeon already, you loved them more than life itself but you would be a big fat liar if you said that having this massive pregnancy bump wasn’t inconvenient and sometimes downright painful.

“Damn babe, are you okay? You should have called me before you left the mall! I would have come and picked you up. And I know, I know you’re gonna complain about your ‘independence’ but am I wrong for not wanting the love of my life and the mother of my child to walk home in the pouring rain”

As you stepped inside your room your thoughts were interrupted by your husbands barrage of words. The only thing you really caught was the sarcastic was he said ‘independence’ and that only soured your mood even further.

“Have you already finished making the Jjajangmyeon?” you asked, jumping strait to your main concern.

“Oh yeah, I forgot it was Tuesday hahah it completely slipped my mind. We can just order in tonight” he chirped with amusement lacing his tone.

He thought this was fucking funny?! Was he fucking serious!

“Jeon Jungkook are you kidding?! Your actually fucking joking, right?!” You yelled.

The amusement in his eyes switched to fear faster than you thought humanly possible. He could tell. He knew, you were enraged.

“Oop, using my full government name, that can’t be good” he joked attempting to lighten the mood but you were having none of it.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, do you know that! Today has been the worst fucking day of my life and your sat here laughing about the one thing that would have redeemed it. You don’t care about me at all, do you? God you are so useless, I ask you to do one thing and you cant even do that. The only fucking thing you seem to listen to is ‘don’t pull out’. Clearly you didn’t have a problem with that instruction”

“Why are you yelling at me?” he questioned attempting to understand where your sudden outburst had come from.

“Because the reason I’m in this mess is because of you! You’re the reason im swollen and in constant pain! You’re the reason people think I look like a whale. I hate you and I hate what you’ve done to my body!”

And soon as the last sentence left your lips you wished you could take them back. You had never said anything like that to him before. Your hands clasped over your mouth as if that could erase from the universe the cruel outburst that had just escaped your body,

Your glassy eyes looked into Jungkook’s eyes as he stared back into yours not even uttering a word but communicating to you how much that hurt him.

“Kookie I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! I swear!”

“I know you didn’t” he said in a hushed tone and this was enough to set you off.

Your barrier of rage crumble and the tears finally released themselves from your eyes. You sobbed out all of the frustration and pain you felt in this exact moment and in all the moment you felt this same way but kept it bottled inside.

Damn these hormones

Flood of tears streamed down your face and you felt familiar arms wrap around you and you melted into his embrace. You knew he had forgiven you but that can never excuse what you allowed yourself to say. Especially cause it wasn’t true, nothing you said about him was true. He was loving and attentive and caring. He was your Jungkook and he had kept his promise to be there for you during anything and everything and you loved him.

You stayed silently in his arms for what felt like forever. You wished it was.

“I love you kookie”

“I love you too Y/N”

Jungkook interrupted silent pause

“Also, can I just add, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

You let out a bellowing laugh and gave him a light slap on his chest

“Im serious Y/N, ‘the only fucking thing you seem to listen to is ‘don’t pull out’ has to be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me. And it made me want to laugh because you’re acting like it was just an impulsive request but we both know you were BEGGING me to cum inside you”

“Jungkook!” You said incredulously.

Honestly, that’s all you could say because��it wasn’t like he was lying.

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That was fun! i really enjoyed writing that 🤍 forgive any spelling and or grammar mistakes, i literally wrote this at 3am 😂

- Ryeon （＾∇＾）

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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Ok so I was wondering if you can do a headcanon for Tokoyami, Tenya, Bakugo and if anything a character of your choice and how they would react to Minetta being a perv and saying...weird fetishizing shit abt they Black S/O? I had this in mind for a while lmao 😓🤛🏾

A/N: The fetishizing shit towards black people has got to go. It’s not a compliment, it’s gross. It’s 2020 and I’m over it. I say we start eradicating people who thinks it’s cute :) I’m sure the boys would have the same idea <3

Warning: cussing, some uncomfortable/grody comments that teeter on sexual assault so please be careful!

Tokoyami Fumikage:

so it’s just a regular degular day at school and you’re going about your way through the halls

you weren’t even doing anything extraordinary, just getting some books out of your locker before class

then mineta pops up, leaning against the locker, and looking you up and down with a weird smirk on his face

“hey hot stuff” he says with a wink. “what’s got you looking so voluptious on a tuesday morning?”

you’re already aware of what type of bs mineta is on, but you didnt wanna be mean so you just tried to excuse yourself from the conversation, but he doesnt give you the chance to exit

he keeps swining around these weird compliments

“i couldn’t help but notice you across the hallway, my chocolate king/queen”

atp, you’re feeling really uncomfortable and you want out, but you have no idea how to go about it without coming off rude

so you kinda just stand there with a sick feeling in your stomach as mineta tries to put moves on you

but that all stops when the hallways turns dark and everyone in the room feels the hair on their arms stand

floating over your head like a demon from the seven pits of hell is dark shadow who looks two seconds away from going ballistic

out from behind you, tokoyami stands there with a glare that says:

you better come correct or you finna come up missing

you don’t notice it, but mineta sure as hell does

you’re taken aback when the grape dude just about scurries off for his life but you instantly forget about it when you notice tokoyami behind you and dark shadow nuzzles against your head

he smiles and greets you as you tell him how happy you are to see him, totally forgetting about the mineta situation

y’all go about your regular day undisturbed

meanwhile, everyone is fucking scared shitless bc they were two seconds away from witnessing a murder scene

tokoyami don’t play when it comes to you

Iida Tenya:

everyone thinks iida is a goody-two-shoes guy who solves his problems through logic and reasoning

and i mean...he does

but this man can get down right scary when someone he loves is threatened

this nigga was out here contemplating murder at 15 bruh

anyways

there was a moment in time you were going through a growth spurt and your uniform was a bit to short/tight on you

it wasn’t anything inappropriate but you had to order a new set of uniforms and they wouldnt come in until next week

you weren’t pressed over it until mineta had the bright idea to start whispering some weird shit to you during class

“hey sweet stuff. i bet you’d look even better in my clothes”

you shoot him a glare. “shut it, dirt bag” you mutter under your breath

“why the hate? i’m just tryna get a bite of you. bet you taste like a hershey’s bar” he flirts, wiggling his eyebrows

you just roll your eyes and focus on taking notes

mineta tries to say something one more time before the class freezes as iida snaps a pen in half

aizawa looks at him w a raised brow “is everything okay iida?”

“tenya?” you question

he shakes his head and apologizes for interrupting class before retrieving a new writing utensil

class ends and most of your classmates file out leaving you, you bf, and mineta

mineta tries to say something slick one more time

“so if you ever wanna fulfil any sexual fantasies about being conquered then you can hit me u--”

just as you were about cuss the pervet out of the country, iida gets ups, stares down at mineta with a glare that could kill

the engines on his calves start to warningly rumble and theirs a dark look on iida’s face you havent seen before

“i suggest you leave in the next five seconds, otherwise i’ll have to put you through a crash course on how to have manners when addressing my s/o”

it’s a chilling threat and mineta is out of there before he even finishes his sentence

once he’s gone, the mood sort of lightens up. iida’s still a little pissed, but he’s quelled once you give him a soft kiss on his cheek

Bakugo Katsuki:

idk what the hell mineta was on

but RIP him bc bakugo’s s/o is not the one to be messed with

and he learned that the hard way

you were doing some extra training to practice a difficult move

you thought you were alone until mineta showed up on the side looking like a walmart brand pimp c (rip)

without even a hello, lil dude comes in with some mess

“wow, so you’re out here sweating but you still look delicious. black don’t crack, huh”

you pause

...bitch wtf?

you instantly shut that shit down

“step away from me before i mop the floor with your ass, you purple ballsack” you warn

he deadass thinks youre trying to flirt back

“woah, calm down. no need to get all fiesty lil mama~”

“mineta, i will step on you if you don’t go somwhere ong”

he thinks you’re playing hard to get, so he plays along. he leaves with his chest puffed out like he did something and heads back to the lockers

you let out a sigh and try to forget that little encounter

but little did you know that your bf was up in the stands, watching you train

he meant to leave a small bento for you, but he got caught up (aka he missed you and just wanted to stare at you for a min)

and now he’s glad he stayed bc he’s got a bone to pick

mineta opens his gym locker before it’s slammed shut by a hard fist

bakugo looks like the literal devil as he takes mineta’s shirt in his fist and leans in with a threatening growl

“listen here you rotten little bastard. that little stunt you pulled out there, disrepectful. you ever speak to my--actually, if you ever even think about my y/n, i’ll blow you up so fucking bad they’ll be washing you off the walls for weeks. got it?”

he doesnt even let him answer before he drops him on the floor and walks off

you happen to meet him as he’s walking out and throw your arms around him totally oblivous to the fact that he’s semi-steaming from what just occured

you give him a kiss for the food he made you and it makes him smirk just in the slightest

he’s always there to watch over you, even if you don’t see it

“can’t have you fucking up during training, so make sure you eat properly okay?”

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tellmetarot · 5 years

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Happy Tuesday!! 🥰

Hey there loves! Hope everyone’s day has either gone great or is going pretty great! 💗 I just got home so I’m going to get settled in and get started on the readings this afternoon. For the sake of time and how many love readings I have, those who either asked a question outside of love or wants to know when, where, etc., I will be sending a message letting you know to seek someone more experienced. If you want a relationship spread done for you, just pick the one from the list below that correlates with your situation, send me your initials and the spread you need, and I will do your reading for you! 💗 I look forward to reading for you guys tonight!!

Prices are for emergency or priority readings ONLY! If you’d like just a regular degular reading lol just pick a spread 🥰

What the hell is going on?!”: overall energy, your feelings, their feelings, and the potential outcome. - $25

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“What’s going on for me?” What’s happened in the past, what’s happening now, and what could potentially happen. -$10

“What do I need to know in love?”: 1 card reading where I ask what is the most important thing you need to know right now. -$5

“How are they feeling towards me?” - $10 3 card reading where I go over their feelings, the challenge that they are having with you right now, and the guidance that you need to hear.

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suspiciousempanada · 3 years

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Step yo game up, clone!

It was a regular degular shmegular Tuesday evening. My dad asked that I go with him to get a couple things from Shoprite. I was a rambunctious 11 year old who relished on any opportunity to go out and experience the world. So, I went with him, skipping around to the some Spice Girl lyric, making sure I annoyed anyone to come within 6 feet of me. My dad hustled a few paces ahead of me in typical dad fashion. Suddenly, I was tapped on the shoulder by a stranger.

A girl maybe a few years older than me ran over, out of breathe. She said, “Hey! Your sister is over there. You should go talk to her” and pointed somewhere behind me. I was immediately confused. I don’t have a sister. Well, I do but we’re estranged half-sisters that stay behind our respective state lines. So it couldn’t be her! Could it? I didn’t care to find out. She could come up to me herself. I didn’t look in the direction she was pointing in. Why bother? I just turned my head, politely told her, “I don’t have a sister” and marched on to collect coupons I would pretend were dollar bills.

It was probably some kids playing around, right? Or just a simple misunderstanding. ORRRRR it was a different version of me, someone from the future or an artificial clone of some kind on a mission. They traversed time for this moment to give me some information that will some how save humanity and my sister is somehow involved!

This must be it.

Well, if this were the case, why didn’t they try harder to complete their mission? Why didn’t they chase me down and force feed me Hotpockets, until I faced it? I can see some form of me completely giving up at the thought of forcing me to confront a hard truth. She probably gave up super spy clone life up to open up a bakery after this incident.

I’m not deluded, I know I’m never good at tough conversations. I’m always on the verge of one final eruption, one that can wipe out the entire city grid. A Pompeii in modern times. I don’t want to be responsible for that. That’s that special black girl rage I wouldn’t want to deal with. Fuck that. World, you’re on your own. Find some other way.

Epilogue ~~

It never surprises me to learn that even in my fantastical delusions I find some way to avoid accepting matters that will set my spirit free. Reality as it is, is hard to face. I guess future/clone me needs to step their game up.

#writing #short story #journal #rage #fantasy #clone

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kentonramsey · 4 years

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Sound the Alarm: We Have a Date for Our Book Club Meetup

Drumroll, please! This is your official save-the-date for the inaugural meeting of the MR Book Club—not just your average book-centric meet-up but a verifiable community-building, spirit-lifting, creativity-raising experience. Not only is this a unique chance to deeply commune with the spirits alight in the hugely affecting, beautifully composed The Death of Vivek Oji and its author, Akwaeke Emezi—it’s also an opportunity to meet the people sitting next to you, however virtually, and share your creativity with all of us. You (really, truly) don’t want to miss it. Now: You have questions? We have answers. (And if you’ve already made the exceptionally sound decision to come by, RSVP for the big night here.)

Remind me: Which book will we be discussing?

The inaugural book of the MR Club is Akwaeke Emezi’s The Death of Vivek Oji. Want a preview? Spend a little time with MR Book Club host Sarah Panlibuton Barnes’ interview with the author, in which (says Sarah) “Emezi and I discuss the ways that this novel tests us and asks us to come to the table, with a spicy tangent on tortured desire because you didn’t think I would be on the phone with the author of Vivek’s hot-ass sex scenes and not get a little PG-13.”

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But maybe I’m already in three other book clubs. How is this one more than the usual ones?

Because it’s a community building practice—and more than that, a space to channel your own creative energy. Come dig into that at our Facebook group, where Sarah promises that “instead of just taking in the story, we will do experiments with visualization, mini art or journaling prompts, games that connect us to each other. I want to move our community out of the regular-degular internet friends who hang in the comments section to co-collaborators in the creation of our own intimate world.” And you thought this was just a book club! Sign up here.

I don’t know, sitting on another Zoom call….

Oh, but this will be so much more than that. For instance, there is a dress code. As Sarah puts it: “In The Death of Vivek Oji, Vivek’s friends form a kind of sacred circle around him, where he is free to explore, experiment, and to be understood on his own terms. In his friend Juju’s bedroom, Vivek adorns himself in flowing dresses and can wear a bold lip with the confidence that comes with knowing that he will be received with love and delight. This is the ‘warm room’ we visited with our time travel meditation in the beginning of the month. For the meetup, use your totem, let it take you back to your own warm room, and take inspiration from that moment. Dress the way you would dress in your most free, experimental, expression of yourself, as if no matter what you wore and who you were in those clothes, you knew you would be held in the light of your friends’ love.” Start getting creative now!

So when’s the big event?

Tuesday, August 25 at 7 p.m. ET. Here’s your RSVP link.

It’ll be better if I read the book. Where can I get it?

Right now, right here.

Graphics by Lorenza Centi.

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