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୨୧ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
───── IN WHICH your ex boyfriend attempts to win you back with multiple case scenarios!
(🐰) ⟡ 𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 — ex! 𝓈unghoon & 𝑓! reader .. fluff exes 2 lovers ♡ ◞ wc 1.4K 𓂅 warnings : profanities, kissing.
𝖱𝖤𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖲 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖣 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა
BREAKING UP WITH PARK SUNGHOON WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A POWER MOVE.
you were the girl everyone wanted to be—class president, head cheerleader, the girl who never seemed to have a bad hair day.
dating sunghoon, the captain of the school’s ice hockey team, had been the ultimate match.
you were quite literally the golden couple, with his icy, cold demeanor balanced by your warm, bubbly personality. on the outside, you two were perfect.
but on the inside? that was another story.
the breakup took place two weeks ago, and the sheer memory of it still made you grit your teeth. ── 𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖳 𝖡𝖤𝖫𝖮𝖶!
“why do you even want to be with me, hoon?” you’d finally snapped after one of his annoyed, cold and distant replies during an argument. you were frustrated to say the least, tired of feeling like your relationship was more about image than anything real.
“do you actually care about me? or do you just care about being the ‘perfect couple’? or the way we look together?”
sunghoon had stood there, frozen as if he were one of the ice sculptures at his hockey matches, completely silent. that had been the last and final straw for you.
“you know what?” you said grabbing your bag aggressively, holding back tears. “forget it. i don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t care enough to fight for me.”
and that was that—you left.
you expected sunghoon to move on quickly, thinking the longest he’d mourn your relationship for would be a few weeks maximum.
he didn’t seem like the type to get hung up on anything, let alone an ex girlfriend. but much to your surprise, that’s not what happened.
ACT 01:
the first time you realized park sunghoon wasn’t going to let you go so easily was during a typical school week hockey game.
it was a friday night, and the rink was packed with everyone on campus—and the rival teams supporters.
you had gone to support your best friend yujins’ boyfriend, one of the players on the same team as sunghoon, and you were trying your best to ignore the way your heart clenched every time you caught a glimpse of sunghoon skating oh-so ethereally across the ice.
he looked as composed as ever—as if the breakup didn’t phase him in any way whatsoever.
his jaw was clenched in determination, his movements were calculated and precise—but when the puck slid toward him in the third period of the game, he completely missed it.
“whoa, that’s not normal..is sunghoon okay?” yujin whispered, leaning closer to you.
you frowned. “i don’t know. that’s not like him.”
what happened next made your jaw drop. instead of chasing after the puck, sunghoon skated straight to where you were sitting in the stands.
“what is he—”
before you could finish, he stopped in front of you, his helmet tucked under his arm, and called out:
“y/n!”
the crowd fell silent, all eyes darting onto you. your cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“what?” you hissed.
“can we talk?” he said, his voice echoing through the rink.
you stood up, shocked to the core and glaring at him with bewilderment. “are you serious right now? you’re literally in the middle of a game!”
“of course i’m serious—i’m serious about you,” he shot back, his face completely straight and blank as if his words held no weight whatsoever.
someone in the crowd whistled, and in this very moment you wish the ground would swallow you whole.
“you’re fucking insane,” you muttered before storming off with embarrassment.
ACT 02:
sunghoon’s next attempt came the following monday during lunch break—you were sitting at your usual table with yujin and a few of the other cheerleaders when he walked in, his hockey bag slung over his shoulder.
“uh oh…” yujin whispered, elbowing you. “ice boy at six o’clock.”
you turned just as sunghoon approached your table.
“y/n,” he said, his tone as pleading as ever, “can we talk please?”
“i’m eating,” you replied, not looking up from your tray—although most of it was gone already. “no problem. then i’ll talk,” he said, pulling a chair over to sit next to you.
“can’t he take a hint…” yujin mumbled beside you in amusement.
your friends were staring, barely concealing their grins and squeals as sunghoon reached into his bag and pulled out a carefully folded piece of lined paper. he cleared his throat, unfolding it.
you raised an eyebrow. “what’s that?”
“a list,” he said, holding it up with a proud and confident grin. “of reasons why we’re the perfect match.”
you groaned, burying your face in your hands with a whine. “sunghoon, no.”
“reason one,” he began, shushing you. “you love iced americanos. i hate iced americanos. opposites attract.”
your friends started giggling, and you shot them a warning look.
“reason two,” he continued, “you’re loud, and i’m quiet. we balance.”
“sunghoon—”
“reason three,” he said, his voice softening as he shyly rubbed the nape of his neck, “you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like… i don’t know—like i’m more than just the hockey guy.”
well—that caught you off guard. for a moment, you couldn’t think of a reply.
but of course, he then he ruined it by adding: “reason four, we look really good in pictures together.”
you glared at him, standing up and grabbing your tray. “yeah, no. i can’t do this right now.”
ACT 03: THE FINAL ATTEMPT
you had gone up to the schools rooftop during your free period, expecting to have a quiet break to yourself.
instead to your dismay, you found sunghoon sitting on the edge of the railing, holding a thermos and looking out at the freshly coated snowy campus.
“what are you doing here, sunghoon?” you asked, crossing your arms in exhaustion at the similar game of cat and mouse.
he turned, his expression unreadable to you. “i’m sorry..i just— i wanted to see you.”
you sighed, sitting down a few feet away from him. “you’ve seen me plenty. what do you want this time?”
“i want you to know that i’m truly sorry,” he said, his voice quiet as he played with his fingers nervously.
you looked at him, shocked and pleasantly surprised by the vulnerability in his tone.
“i’m know i’m not good at… talking about my feelings,” he admitted, fidgeting with the thermos. “but that doesn’t mean i don’t feel them.”
your chest tightened. “sunghoon—”
“i know i made you feel like you didn’t matter, and didn’t show you love,” he said, cutting you off.
“like i cared more about how we looked than how we felt. but that’s not true. you’ve always been more to me than..than the ‘perfect couple’ thing.”
you stared at him, the frustration and hurt you’d been grasping onto so tightly beginning to melt away.
“i don’t care if we’re a perfect couple,” you said softly. “i just need to know you care—i need to know if you truly care for me.”
he hesitated for a moment, then held out the thermos.
“i made hot chocolate,” he said. “because you always said you wanted someone to bring you hot chocolate on a cold day.”
you blinked, startled by the gesture. to a strangers eye—it was small. but to you, it was sunghoon telling you that he did in fact care.
“okay,” you said, taking the thermos.
“okay?” he repeated, hope flickering in his eyes.
you nodded, smiling and feeling a heavy weight off your shoulders for the first time in weeks. “okay.”
NO MORE ACTS.
by the next hockey game, the joy around school was back.
everyone was talking about how the ‘it’ couple was “official” again, and while you normally hated the childish gossip, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest every time someone mentioned it.
after the game, sunghoon skated over to your section, his helmet under his arm.
“hot chocolate after this?” he asked, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.
“sure,” you said, grinning.
as he turned to leave, he stopped and glanced back at you, his expression softer as his cheeks flushed pink. “can i get a kiss?”
you snorted. “no.”
“pleaseee?” he said, dragging out the word dramatically.
“no.”
“babe,” he whined, stepping closer to the railing. “please, please, please?”
you rolled your eyes, fighting off the grin making its way onto your face as you leaned over slightly. “fine, just one.”
the kiss was short and quick, barely more than a brush of your lips against his—but when you pulled back, the sight of his smile was so bright that you couldn’t help but laugh in adoration.
“you’re so stupid,” you said, shaking your head.
“and you love it,” he replied, skating away with a hand blown kiss.
you couldn’t deny that.
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Any ideas on Squid game characters (esp in ho and Dae ho) x hyper feminine! Reader?
ft. kang dae-ho, hwang in-ho, cho sang-woo, se-mi, cho hyun-ju x f! reader — squid game
╰₊✧ hyper-feminine! reader┊0.6k words
contains: lots of makeup, jewelry, pink, hyper fem stuff, sugar daddy in-ho, mention of transphobia for hyun-ju’s part
➤ author's note: when will i post a real one-shot? good question
━━━ .°˖✧ kang dae-ho ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ one would think that growing up with four older sisters would make him sick of all the pink and makeup, but it’s quite the opposite! he loves watching you put on your make-up, asking billions of questions about each product and your technique while also interjecting with his own surprising amount of information on the topic. he probably has the ability to do an entire face himself, but finds it a little embarrassing. he also insists that you put on little fashion shows of all your outfits of dresses and blouses acting as your biggest hype man to help boost your confidence. his sisters think you’re a doll, literally, and adore you! they love to steal you away for girls’ night and always return you to him with a basket of things they think would suit you.
━━━ .°˖✧ hwang in-ho ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ you know how buying things like makeup, skincare, jewelry, and clothes can get pretty expensive? well, with him, you don’t have to worry your pretty head over any of those prices and can shop to your heart’s content! he just adores how beautiful you are all dressed up and is willing to buy you an entire store of attire that fits your aesthetic if you so please, you just have to show him with a little twirl and give him a kiss on the cheek afterward. he’s usually like a scary old guard dog with his lovers, but you soften his intimidating presence with how girlish you are, but he doesn’t exactly hate it.
━━━ .°˖✧ cho sang-woo ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ acts annoyed when you have to spend extra time getting ready putting on makeup, spending your money on cute trinkets, and continuously asking him what he thinks of your usually pink outfits. he finds it excessive and sometimes inconvenient, but never vocally says anything against it because he doesn’t want to hurt the feelings he pretends he doesn’t care much about. he doesn’t admit it, but he would be gutted if you stopped living your life as a living barbie especially if it was because of him. it grows on him after a while and you’ll eventually see a glint of affection in his eyes when you’re going about your hyper-fem life.
━━━ .°˖✧ se-mi ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ loves all things girly (especially girls) even if she doesn’t like it on herself. that being said, it’s the perfect contrast to her aesthetic: smudged eyeliner with glittery eyeshadow, dark cargo pants with pink pleated skirts, gauge earrings with dangly diamond ones, combat boots with high heels, the list goes on and on. every time she sees you applying a fresh layer of lip gloss, she feels a pang in his heart like cupid’s arrow and dramatically pout that you’re too pretty for your own good. she probably wouldn’t let you do her makeup in your style, but she does let you tie little bows into her hair and will fight anyone in the thanos squad who may make fun of her for her soft spot towards you (especially nam-gyu).
━━━ .°˖✧ cho hyun-ju ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ is so grateful to have you on her side helping her out because all the things associated with typical womanhood is a tad bit overwhelming to her. she was literally a sergeant in the military, so studying all things beauty is a bit of a learning curve for her, but she quickly gets the hang of it. also, matching outfits!! she’s a little embarrassed at first, especially pre-transition because she’s worried she doesn’t have the right body type, but you help give her the confidence she needs with her hand in yours and give death glares to any potential assholes before they can even open their mouth.
#📜. her works#squid game#squid game x reader#kang dae ho#kang dae ho x reader#hwang in ho#hwang in ho x reader#cho sang woo#cho sang woo x reader#se mi#se mi x reader#cho hyun ju#cho hyun ju x reader
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My Lover
//Kang Haerin x 6thMember!Reader//Short Oneshot//
SYPNOSIS ♡︎ Haerin isn’t the jealous type. At least, that’s what she tells herself—until she starts seeing clips of you and Minji all over the internet.
WARNINGS ♡︎ Jealousy, Possessiveness (soft and non-toxic), Brief Miscommunication, Shipping culture, Hidden Relationship(the members know lol)
WORDCOUNT ♡︎ 1.7k
TAGS ♡︎ Jealous!Haerin, Established Relationship, fluff, FLUFF(was literally kicking my feet while writing this), Light Angst??
A/N:This is a little 1am brain fart so If I cringe at it tomorrow, I’ll probably end up deleting it lol
"MINY/N SUPREMACY!!"
"Their chemistry is insane, are we SURE they’re just best friends??"
"Minji and Y/N have been inseparable lately."
Haerin scrolls through the comments under the latest clip of you and Minji’s interactions. The video itself is nothing special, just you laughing at one of Minji’s jokes, leaning into her like it’s second nature. But the fans eat it up.
The video loops again.
Your eyes crinkle when you smile at Minji. She reaches out instinctively when you stumble, her hand lingering just a second too long. And it’s not just one clip, there are dozens of them now. Edits spliced together, set to soft love songs, moments slowed down to exaggerate the way you two look at each other.
You aren’t Minji’s girlfriend.
You’re Haerin’s. Only hers.
But no one ever ships Haerin and Y/N. No one ever slows down the moments where she is the one next to you.
The thought settles in her chest, foreign and unfamiliar.
Jealousy.
But Haerin doesn’t get jealous.
…Right?
"They’re reaching." Haerin mutters under her breath.
She locks her phone and tosses it onto the bed. It’s just fan edits. Just harmless shipping. She’s known for a long time that people see what they want to see.
"Don’t let them get in your head.”
But then why does her chest feel so tight?
Because one comment keeps repeating in her mind.
"Minji and Y/N have been inseparable lately."
And it’s true.
Lately, you’ve been stuck to Minji like glue. On stage. In the waiting room. During interviews. Even in practice.
And Haerin remembers—earlier, while filming behind-the-scenes content, you had shoved your phone in Minji’s face, barely able to contain your laughter.
"Min, look! "Minji looking at Y/N like she's the love of her life" oh my god, the heart eyes emoji is killing me! They're reaching so muchhh."
You wheezed, whispering the last part, playfully smacking Minji’s shoulder over and over as she groaned in embarrassment.
The members had laughed. Even the staff chuckled.
Haerin hadn’t.
She had been standing by the water station, fingers curling a little too tightly around a flimsy paper cup, watching as you laughed with Minji like it was the easiest thing in the world.
‘You’re not Minji’s girlfriend.’
She let the water run down her throat, but it did nothing to wash away the strange, unsettled feeling gnawing at her chest.
‘You’re mine.’
Before she even realized it, she was walking back toward the group.
She didn’t say anything, but you noticed immediately.
"Hey, baby, you okay?" You stepped in front of her, voice soft, concern evident in your eyes.
Haerin barely nodded.
You frowned, about to press further—
"Alright, break’s over!" the choreographer called.
You hesitated, eyes scanning her face, but eventually sighed and gave her hand a light squeeze before stepping back into position.
Haerin watched you go.
She told herself it didn’t bother her.
But that was a lie.
And now, before she even realizes it, she’s standing in front of your door.
Her jealousy isn’t loud. It never is.
But when she pushes the door open, stepping into the dim glow of your room, you feel it instantly—heavy in the air, simmering just beneath the surface.
The kind of jealousy that doesn’t need words to be known.
You barely register the sound of the door creaking open before a familiar presence fills the room.
“Rinnie?” Your voice is soft, questioning, as you sit up in bed. There’s only one person who wouldn’t bother knocking.
Your girlfriend.
Sure enough, Haerin steps inside, her small frame swallowed by an oversized pink hoodie, the hood pulled up with little bear ears perched on top. On any other night, you’d tease her about how ridiculously cute she looks.
But something feels off.
Despite the cozy hoodie, her posture is rigid, her expression unreadable. Haerin has always been hard to read, but this, this is different.
You frown slightly, setting your phone aside. “Rinnie?”
She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she takes a slow step forward, then another, her gaze locked onto yours. And for some reason, the air between you shifts, thicker, heavier.
You swallow.
Something is definitely wrong.
You frown slightly. “Is something wrong, love?”
The second the word love leaves your lips, Haerin stiffens. Then, as if short-circuiting, she speed-walks toward you, her ears turning the faintest shade of pink.
Before you can react, she climbs onto the bed, quietly straddling your lap. Her arms snake around your waist as she buries her face into your neck, pressing impossibly close.
Warmth instantly floods your chest.
You chuckle, wrapping your arms around her in return. "You’re clingy tonight" you tease lightly, rubbing slow circles against her back.
Haerin hums in response, but doesn’t say anything right away. Instead, she tightens her grip, nuzzling further into you, her soft hair tickling your skin.
Gently, you murmur, “Seriously Though, what’s wrong?”
She doesn’t answer immediately. A few beats pass, filled only by the quiet sound of your breathing. Then, finally, she mumbles against your skin, her voice barely above a whisper—
“Do you like seeing those videos?”
Your fingers still against her back.
Oh.
So that’s what this is about.
Smiling softly, you shift slightly, pressing a gentle kiss against the top of her hood. “Rinnie…”
She doesn’t lift her head, but you feel the way she tenses ever so slightly, waiting for your answer.
You sigh, pulling back just enough to cup her cheeks to meet your eyes. She resists at first, gaze flickering away, but you don’t let up. Your thumbs brush over the warmth of her skin, and slowly, reluctantly, her eyes find yours.
Her lips are pressed into a pout, her usual neutral expression betraying just the faintest hint of something vulnerable. It’s almost too cute to handle.
“The edits are kind of funny,” you admit, brushing your thumb along her cheek. “But they don’t mean anything.”
Haerin’s lips twitch, but she doesn’t respond.
A small pause.
“You’re always with Minji when we film,” she mutters.
You blink, momentarily taken aback by the shift in her tone.
“Minji isn’t your girlfriend,” she says, quieter this time. “I am.”
Your chest tightens at how small her voice sounds.
A soft laugh escapes you before you can stop it—not out of mockery, but out of sheer disbelief that this is what’s been eating at her. That your Haerin, quiet and composed, is sulking over some fan edits.
“Wait, are you jealous?” you tease, poking her cheek playfully.
Haerin doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she gently takes your wrist, her fingers curling around it, thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against your skin.
“…You don’t act like that with me.”
Your teasing smile fades.
“On camera, no,” you clarify, voice softer now. “You know how careful we have to be, Rinnie. I didn’t want to make things harder for you, so I thought keeping some distance was the best thing.”
Haerin stays quiet, her gaze locked onto where her fingers are still brushing against yours.
You tilt your head slightly, watching her. “I’m sorry, baby. I thought it was what you wanted.”
“I don’t like it,” she murmurs.
You exhale, squeezing her hand. “Then tell me what you do want.”
“I don’t want you getting shipped with Minji.”
“I don’t want you to distance yourself from me on camera.”
You hold her gaze for a moment before nodding.
“Okay.”
You don’t break your promise.
The next time the cameras are rolling, you make sure Haerin feels it.
During a phoning live, when Minji passes you a snack, you thank her without much thought—but instead of eating it right away, you turn to Haerin, holding it up to her lips first. She blinks, startled, but opens her mouth after a small hesitation. The chat explodes instantly.
📌@stayrkieeiiw
"Did I miss an update?? Since when were they like THIS???"
💬 @ynhaerinupdate
"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED???"
🔁 @haerinno111
"Haerin’s little hesitation before eating lmao she was definitely malfunctioning."
During a music show, while the members are waiting backstage, you casually walk up behind Haerin and rest your chin on her shoulder. The cameras catch the moment as she flinches slightly in surprise before relaxing against you. You don’t move, just standing there with your arms loosely draped around her. The staff members barely react, too used to your antics, but the fans? They lose their minds.
📌 @gay4haerin
"WAIT, Y/N AND HAERIN?? HELLO???"
💬 @haerinsoftie
"They act like a married couple and expect us to be normal about it"
🔁@kpopfangirl24
“Y/N and Haerin have been so touchy lately???”
During a variety show game, you and Haerin end up on the same team. Every time she gets an answer right, you don’t just cheer, you grab her hands and shake them excitedly, or wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close in celebration. At one point, you’re so excited that you practically tackle her into a hug. She stumbles slightly, laughing, and the members tease you, but you don’t let go.
📌 @ynhaerin4life
“The way Y/N is all over her I CAN’T.”
💬 @njzrawr
“golden retriever x black cat energy”
🔁 @idkwhotostan
“Y/N and Haerin are so clingy In here, I need them to explain themselves IMMEDIATELY.”
On a phoning live, you’re seated next to Haerin, and for some reason, you can’t stop messing with her hoodie strings. You keep tugging them playfully, leaning in close whenever she tries to bat your hands away. Eventually, you give up on the strings and just rest your head on her shoulder instead. She freezes for a second, then lets out the softest sigh before tilting her head slightly so your temple rests against hers. The moment is short, but fans catch it instantly.
📌 @ynhaerin4life
"Haerin’s little smile when Y/N leans on her 😭.”
🔁 @multistan010
"Omg...do they know we can see them..?"
💬 @fuckhybeomg
"ARE WE ALL SEEING THIS?? IS THIS REAL??"
After a long day of promotions, the group films a short vlog in their practice room. You’re exhausted, so you naturally gravitate toward Haerin, flopping down beside her and resting your head against her lap. She stiffens at first, her hands hovering awkwardly over you before she hesitantly starts running her fingers through your hair. The fans don’t miss the way she tries to hide her smile, but the cameras catch it anyway.
📌 @haerinupdates
"SHE TRIED TO HIDE IT BUT WE SAW IT. WE ALL SAW IT."
💬 @idkiwannasleepsb
"DID YOU SEE THAT. DID YOU GUYS SEE HER SMILE!?"
🔁 @Y/nupdates
“Theyre not even trying to hide it atp. #YNsold”
🔁 @haerinwinning
"Y/N used to keep her distance from Haerin, now she’s acting like a lovesick puppy… what CHANGED???? 🤨"
📌 @ynhaerin_cult
"THEM. THAT’S IT. THAT’S THE TWEET. #YNSold #Theyremarriedsir"
💬 @minjynomg
"Miny/n shippers are in shambles rn"
Later that night, you scroll through the comments with a smug smile. Next to you, Haerin peeks at your phone screen, then flicks your forehead.
“Stop looking at those,” she mutters, trying to act indifferent.
You just grin, nudging her gently. “You like it, don’t lie.”
She huffs but doesn’t deny it. Instead, she shifts closer, intertwining her fingers with yours under the covers.
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OG MY GODO I CANNOT WRITE PET NAMES WITHOUT CRINGING OFMG KILL ME NOW😭🙏
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AAAHHHHH! HI! So sorry to bother you, but I read the neurodivergent reader x 141 and AHHHHH I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING, DROOLING, CHEWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE they wont let me out
i have a little idea… how would poly 141 react when they find out your job isnt this cute barista or something along those lines, but just a regular stocking associate or a cashier for some huge corporation. like, they know you work. and every time you leave, they see you die a little on the inside from having to go to *insert shitty job*. They just didnt know that you were working there and now they are trying whatever they can to convince you to quote your job and stay home… i know i would rather stay home and take care of them than going to my job…
Oh anon I love your brain! As someone who used to be a cashier before I got my fucking wonderful, literally no joke amazing office job, I fuck with this. I’m writing them as roommates tho don’t know why just deal with it😘
It starts off with a debate over what time you get up in the mornings given how tired you seemed today. But then they realise, they don’t even know what you do for work. Johnny predicts that you’re one of those cute baristas in sweet little aprons with how good the flavoured coffees you make him in the morning when he’s back from his run, are.
Kyle can’t seem to fathom you’re not the office sweetheart he seems to picture you as. Though you’d been living with them for almost over a year now, the guys were gone before you left for work and back long after you arrived home. Still he had it in his head the whole time that you were putting on tight pencil skirts and heels in the morning before going off to work. Something he argues tooth and nail with Johnny about.
John scoffs hearing the guys argue, usually keeping out of it, but this time he can’t help himself when he interjects with, “Yer both chattin shit. She’s obviously a baker with those mouth watering pastries she makes us.” Now that opens up the argument further.
Simon is the only one who doesn’t speculate, instead he walks right up to you on a Sunday night as the guys are all readying themselves for bed and you’re making your lunch for tomorrow. “Luv.” He calls, you glance at him, eyes honing in on the way his grey sweatpants hang low on his hips. Dangerous, dangerous man.
Looking back to the fruit you were slicing, you hum in acknowledgment, “Wot’s ya job?”
You bite back the grin that fights to split your face in two, turning to him you see he visibly softens at your little smile, “I’m a cashier.” You answer, ears tinging red a little. In all honesty you were embarrassed that you worked for one of those big corporations. The dreams you had once but were never able to reach are like a damp on your heart. Like a festering mould that only grows in the worst conditions.
Sometimes you enjoy the people, there are some nice ones that overcome the bad interactions. But everyday you pull on the trousers and trainers, and that itchy uniform top, you wish that a snowstorm would lock you inside the house. You pray to receive a call telling you not to come in due to a fire that started in the bakery. Your heart aches to be told you’re allowed to go home early even if you won’t be paid as much at the end of the month.
Simon hadn’t said much after you told him, his eyes darkened a little when he asked if you enjoyed it and you had answered swiftly and without hesitation; no.
Then suddenly, the guys are leaving for work a little later in the morning. The same time as you. John offering you a lift to work, Johnny making you coffee instead of the other way around, Kyle giving you one of his soft jackets so at least your arms will be comfortable even if your torso is covered in that itchy material.
Simon is the one who places his hand on your forehead and tuts beneath his black surgical mask. You scoff when Simon says he doesn’t think you should go in today, “I feel fine.” You counter with a frown, pushing his big paw away and shoving your feet into the uncomfortable trainers.
John stares down at them like they’ve offended him personally, “You own comfier shoes lass.” Johnny comments and Kyle nods in agreement.
“I have to wear them.” You say quietly wondering why they suddenly have such an interest in your work attire. Have to. Well, that just wasn’t acceptable. The guys didn’t think you should have to do anything.
The weekends were a little weird too. You would usually cook them meals and sweet pastries or cakes with how hard they worked, they deserved nothing less. But Johnny is ushering you away from the kitchen when you walk past the dining table and the marble counter island to make him a coffee.
John says no thank you in the most strained way you’ve ever heard it when you offer to make him a sweet treat. He deflates even further into the sofa when you look offended at his decline. Kyle pulls you close to him on the other side of the couch, putting an arm around you, he continues reading his book but it’s out loud this time.
You sigh snuggling close to him, head on his shoulder when Simon brings over one of the many plushies you’d left on the floor of the lounge, again, and one of the many soft blankets you’d unnecessarily bought for the house. Maybe you could get used to this, you thought as your eyes started to blink slower. It had been a really long week, with lots of assholes. A week of sitting in that uncomfortable chair had done a number on your back too.
You’re just lucky that you’d said from the very beginning that you won’t work weekends, at least you could have those to yourself. The guys became even more attentive, not that they weren’t before, but it increased tenfold. And you wondered why.
Why Kyle is packing you a lunch box everyday now. Why Johnny is cuddling up to you at night just so you sleep warmer, better. Why John is willing to race away from very important paperwork to sit outside the big supermarket you worked at just so you didn’t have to take the bus home. Why Simon keeps buying you lush smelling soaps, bath salts and those sparkly bathbombs he knows you love, you have so many now you don’t know what to do with them. Even when you ask him to stop, he shakes his head and grunts out, “Baths are good for sore muscles.” And that’s all you get.
You just want to know why, what brought all of this on. And most of all why it all suddenly stops.
Almost like a calculated mission, like a big discussion had happened before hand. All of it stopped. They had left long before you got up for work, no lunch ready to go, no soft jacket waiting by the door, no cuddle reading sessions on the weekend, no more new bath stuff, no more lifts and an expectant look in John’s eyes when it gets to dinner time.
They’d done a total three sixty. Like they wanted to show you how good it could be with their help, how much easier life could be, going to work could be, only just to take it all away.
That’s exactly what their plan had been, Simon’s idea mostly with little suggestions made by the rest of them. They all executed it thoroughly, now all that’s left for them is to compete the final step.
“Doll I think you should quit your job.” John goes first, you frown excessively. What the hell is he talking about, you think.
“Have you gone mad?” You huff. John knows you’re annoyed with them, hell they all know you’re angry by their actions. But it’s a necessary evil.
“Not yet I don’t think,” John jokes and feels a little lighter when the corner of your lip quirks up slightly, “I am serious.” He says simply, his blue eyes burning into you before he walks away. You think it so odd, strange that he says that out of the blue.
And then Kyle says it too. Coming into your room with the same baby Yoda squishmallow Simon had placed in your lap two weeks ago, and the same blanket. He gestures towards your bed, it’s subtle but you nod. Failing to hide his grin, Kyle gets snuggled up under the blanket with you, your arms wrapped around the plushie.
He’s halfway through the book, hand brushing through your hair scratching at your scalp deliciously when he broaches the subject, “Bun?” You scrunch up your nose, blinking your eyes open to look at him accusingly. The sight makes him chuckle softly, you’re screaming with your eyes, how dare you make me open my eyes and be fully conscious.
He leans forward before he can stop himself and rubs his nose against yours sweetly, something he tells himself later was just to butter you up before talking. It wasn’t.
“I don’t think you should go to work anymore.” He says simply, with ease, his voice calm.
“What?” You blink rapidly waking yourself up fully to actually take in what he just said.
“Just something to think about bunny.” He shrugs and goes back to reading with that damn lulling voice. You don’t stop him, don’t interrupt but your mind is swirling the same way it had the day before when John had said something similar.
Johnny is not so tactful, shovelling his breakfast in his mouth. Half masticated bacon and scrambled eggs rolling around in his wide open trap, when he spits out the words. “Quit yer job lass, no one wants to be stackin shelves and scannin someone else’s shit all day.” He scoffs washing his food down with the caramel flavoured coffee you made him five minutes ago. He’s quick to put the plate in the sink and place a sloppy kiss on your cheek. His head bend slightly, eyes level with you, “Think about it pet.” He pats your cheek lightly and earns a much more harsh smack to the back of his head by Kyle on the way out of the house.
And finally Simon…well Simon…um Simon just did what he thought was best, what he thought was necessary, what he thought would get you to comply the quickest…
You pant harshly, fingers gripping onto the light bronde hair painfully hard, yanking with each stripe Simon licked up your cunt. You barely noticed John walking passed your open bedroom door with a smirk, Simon had his face buried so deep in your pussy it was hard to think, hard to conjure up your own name let alone open your eyes and catch Kyle and Johnny pushing your door open a little wider and watching for a moment before Kyle drags Johnny away.
Simon’s broken too many times to fix, crooked nose brushed against your clit wonderfully, tongue fucking into your quivering hole making you buck your hips desperate for the release he’d been denying you for around twenty minutes now.
“Say it.” Simon cooed, encouraging you gently. Shaking your head, teeth biting down on your lip, holding on as tightly to your words as you held onto Simon.
Simon grips your jaw in his big paw, a sharp look comes across his features as though he’s about to scold you when you meet his gaze, thumb rubbing your clit in tight, rough circles to keep the stimulation enough, to keep you there on the edge so he has you right where he wants you.
“Say it and you can cum.” He promises, your eyes widen, stinging harshly with their own promise of tears should you keep this up.
“b-but-“
“No buts. We’ll take of everything sweetheart, oll ya afta to do is write the resignation letter, then stay here as our pretty little housewife.” He kissed your clit before moving his thumb back in its place, circling slower this time. You gasp, a broken sob wrenching itself from your chest as your orgasm starts to slip away with the lack of stimulation.
“Please! Please Si! I-“
“Oll ya afta do is say it. Quit, find yourself a cute hobby, cook and clean for us a little. Oll ya afta do is say yes and I’ll let ya cum luv.” He grins evilly when you whine, blowing on your cunt before licking a hard long stripe from your puckered asshole to your swollen, throbbing clit.
“yes! please yes I’ll quit just pl-“
Simon doesn’t let you finish your plea, devouring your pussy like a man starved. He licks, sucks, and flicks your clit, slipping his thick fingers inside your clenching, empty hole thrusting them in and out doing his best to match the pace he set with his tongue on your clit.
You cum hard, untamed. Back arching uncomfortably, limbs shaking rigorously and Simon slurps up everything you give him. You lay there trying to catch your breath when Simon crawls up your body to hover over you. His eyes meet yours when he grins, “Good girl. Now why don’t we get started on that resignation letter hmm.” It wasn’t a question.
Safe to say you happily quit your job.
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baby daddy gaeul thoughts? :)
omg anon i was just gonna link you this old baby daddy ive drabble i did but i realized there's literally nothing much for gaeul there so now we out here‼️‼️‼️
idek how nasty i can get with this since i stated in my last baby daddy ive drabble that gaeul’s just really fucking sweet 😭💕 like truly!!!! taking care of you day and night throughout your whole pregnancy and when the baby’s here, she just gets even better! 🥺💓 she becomes a hundred times more attractive to you while she does the whole parent stuff… it warms your heart every time you wake up in the morning and you see her by the window holding your kid in her arms and singing them a soft melody.. but really also makes you think that wow.. you reallyyyy scored the jackpot huh 😛😛
ofc the two of you would act appropriately when the kid’s around but once they’re grown enough to be away from home for daycare or something??? oh trusttt that you and gaeul revert back to your young adult selves where you just can’t keep your hands off each other 😵💫 gaeul would come back in the house from taking your kid to school and she would see you making a little mid-morning snack and she just can’t help herself seeing you in your nightgown and apron 🤤🤤
don’t be surprised when gaeul inevitably presses up against you from behind while you’re slightly bent over the kitchen island as you ate your snack! 🤭 you could be talking to a friend over the phone too… having to bite back a small whine when she palms your ass and tells you to hang up the call.. and ofc you do that bcs what else were you gonna do?? not get fucked?? come on now 😤
first it would just be little kisses on your neck and shoulders, and then she’d have her hand in between your legs from behind and ykw i believe gaeul can be an ass sometimes! teasing you about being so wet, claiming that you probably didn’t change out of that nightgown in hopes of this exact scenario happening… and it was true! 🤭 but you’re not going to allow yourself to be the only one embarrassed here! making a comment about how gaeul’s jeans are near to bursting open bcs of the hard-on that you knew has been there the second she started driving back home to you.. yeah gaeul wasn’t being as slick as she thought she was 🫠🫠
apparently that was the last straw bcs then you’re laying on the couch taking gaeul’s whole cock inside you effortlessly and it felt a lot better when it wasn’t dead in the night and the two of you were trying to be sneaky 🫢 even gaeul couldn’t keep herself quiet at all, and has she always been so… chatty??
“t-the way you’ve been acting lately is so… f-familiar… mmm.. i’ve been trying to figure it out for d-days and… fuck—i finally know why…! i know what you want, darling…”
“you don’t want to fuck just for the sake of fucking, don’t you…? you want another one…!”
“is that what we’re doing today? hm?? you’re going to take me until we have another baby, huh?”
well when she talked like that… it wasn’t very shocking that you’d come home with amazing news after a visit to a doctor 🫣
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Are you taking request? If so idk if you know anything about Booster Gold but I'll give you half a sandwich to write him getting railed.
Michael Jon Carter x male reader
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I love booster gold, hes one of my favourite DC characters and I wanna keep him in my pocket. I have my own headcanons that I sprint with, and I want to crack him like a glowstick, so enjoy my headcanons for future gender and gender presentation. bread.
I really wanted to write about his butt, but somehow I didn’t. sigh, maybe another day then. no outright railing, but enjoy anyways.
I could really eat a sandwich, but make sure its dark ryebread, I don’t eat white
“Really babe? This is what you’re into?” Michael questioned as he pulled the sheer fabric up his ankles, strong calves, up his strong sculpted knees where he had to give a small jump to slide it up all the way. The skirt was short, nowhere near the type of thing you would be allowed to wear in public. It felt more like useless ruffles added on for dramatic effect.
The soft blue fabric of the panties he wore left little to the imagination. Being from the future where most people had been perfected also meant Michael was perfect down there, which resulted in the panties being filled to the brim.
The lingerie didn’t make much sense to Michael, well, some of it did. But the lip-gloss and makeup made it all a little more confusing. The past was strange, gendering literally everything to the point where it was a kink to see fit muscular men like him being feminine. But hey, Michael liked it when you spat in his mouth and treated him like dirt, so who was he to judge.
At least Michael knew how to do his makeup, even if he had to look up some tutorials for it to fit the current year’s standards. Some blush here, some contour and highlighter there, a little bit of this, and a little bit of that. As dumb as people thought he was, Michael knew how to do his research, even if he had Skeets help him look it up.
Michael could almost hear your shaky breathing through the bathroom door, where he was standing, adjusting the cups of the bralette attached to the lingerie. It did stroke his ego so much. Michael knew he was hot by the year’s standards, even if he was just average in his time. It still made blood rush south knowing he was so yearned after, even with all the embarrassing things he did trying to be a hero.
Being told he was charming and endearing was new, which was how you had caught Michael’s attention the first time. He was used to being called hot, but endearing? After he had just crashed right into you because of something dumb he did? Oh, did his heart start racing. One thing led to another, and now here he was, reapplying his lip-gloss one last time to make sure his lips really popped.
Dressing feminine by the pasts standards didn’t do much to Michael, since clothes weren’t gendered the same way in his time. There were still gendered things obviously, but it wasn’t as extreme as the past. It did still make him feel pretty and vulnerable, so there was that.
“You ready babe?” he cooed, stepping into the heels that had been specially ordered to fit him, since they apparently didn’t make heels in his size in the past. Michael swore he could hear you gulp through the door, before you panted out a breathless “God, yes”.
The bathroom door opened with a creak, Michael grinning like the minx he was as he sauntered you like a cat. You were dressed up in a button-up, tie and slacks, it was part of the fantasy. Something about a husband working long hours and his wife greeting him when he came back home. It was an ancient scenario, something Michael only knew from old movies and novels they had to read in school.
Seeing your pupils blow wide as your hands trembled made Michael suppress a needy noise of his own. “There he is, my hardworking husband” he purred, lashes drooping and making him as alluring as a succubus.
Michael still didn’t really get it as he crawled into your lap, how the whole gender dynamic thing could be so exciting for you, but it was fun to pretty himself up and be borderline worshipped. He didn’t even mind being called a girl or wife, it wasn’t like Michael preferred one pronoun over the other, and he loved how you kissed him like you wanted to devour him, leaving him gasping for air.
And so what if he started enjoying the feeling of lace, and started wearing it most days? It made him feel hot and desirable. And the time his suit was shredded during a fight, Ted was the one who made it weird, it’s just clothes. Clothes that make his boyfriend hard as a rock, but clothes nonetheless.
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WHATS WRONG WITH ME?
synopsis: you rescue nika from a bad date.
WARNINGS: suggestive (no actual smut), cussing, talks about sex, not proofread
it was a relaxing evening in seattle. you were getting ready to watch one of your favorite movies when your best friend nika sends you a text saying ‘911’. instead of answering the text you called her. “hey is everything okay?” you asked the second she picked up the phone. “yeah i’m on my way, don’t worry i’ll be there soon.” nika said quickly and then hanging up. you were so confused until you got a second text from her.
‘bad date. had to leave. omw to yours’
then it all made sense. you simply liked her message waiting for her to show up. a few minutes later you heard the door open. knowing it was nika since she had your spare key. “in the living room.” you shouted so she could go towards you. she walked in the living room looking as beautiful as ever. wearing that black leather set that you helped pick out.
“omg im so sorry for barging in but i just had the worst date ever.” nika said with her head in her hands. “wanna tell me about it?” you asked trying to be as supportive as you could. “the date itself wasn’t that bad you know? he was cute and respectful. but after the dinner we went back to his place.” she said stopping slightly and you nodded understanding what she was referring to.
waiting for her to continue you placed a comforting hand on her thigh. “it was going good too, we were making out and it wasn’t the worst but as i went to sit on his lap i felt nothing. like actually nothing” she said almost embarrassed. “so he wasn’t hard yet right?” you asked slightly uncomfortable with the conversation. “see that’s what i thought too so we kept going but he just wouldn’t get hard. like we literally couldn’t even do anything.” she stated frustrated.
you look at her in shock with what she was telling you. you honestly didn’t know what to tell her to make her feel better. so you opted for slightly rubbing her thigh to make her feel comforted. then she spoke up again “is there something wrong with me?” nika asked. “what the hell? no what are you talking about?” you asked confused at the question. “am i not hot enough?” she asked sheepishly.
you looked at her like she was insane. she was the most beautiful woman you’ve set your eyes on. she was literally a goddess in your eyes. “what nika? why would you say that?” you asked. “i don’t know it’s just…” she paused for a little “do you think i’m hot?” nika asked. before your brain could stop you from speaking you blurted out “of course i do”. your eyes went wide are your confession.
you slapped your hand on your forehead from the embarrassment. but what you didn’t see was nikas smirk. “you think i’m hot?” she asked almost seductively. you nodded hesitantly. the tension in the room growing thicker and thicker. “so you wouldn’t mind helping me out right?” she asked. you shook your head and then said “what do you need help with?”
“let me kiss you.” nike said bluntly. you mouth dropped slightly at the statement. “help me prove to myself that i can make someone horny. help me make sure there’s nothing wrong with me.” she practically begged. your mouth went dry at those words. without waiting any longer you answered.
“okay.”
and with that confirmation nika turned to face towards you on the couch and leaned in slightly so your lips touched. it was a quick peck at first. and then once she saw you were okay with it she pulled you onto her lap. each one of your legs on either side of hers. nikas hands were planted on your waist as your hands went around her neck.
once you were settled in her lap, she captured your lips in yet another kiss. but this time it was hungrier. one of her wants move slowly up your back until she reached your head. so she grabbed a fistful of your hair as she tugged a little. you opened your mouth slightly at the sensation and nika took the initiative to slide her tongue in your mouth.
you moaned as she inserted her tongue into your mouth. nika took that as a sign that she was doing good. so with that she placed her hand back down on your waist firmly. your heart was practically beating out of your chest. you felt like everything was on fire. but you knew nika was only doing this to prove something to herself. so you let her.
after making out for a few minutes she started to place kisses down your jawline and up to your earlobe. she tugged at your earlobe with her teeth and you let out a sigh of satisfaction. she started to kiss down you neck sucking slightly at certain spots. and that’s when your body betrayed you.
you started to slowly grind down on nikas legs begging for some friction. nika was happy with what she was doing to you and she was showing it by grabbing you waist harsher and guiding your hips down into her.
this went on for a few minutes until you couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted more. you needed more. and nika did too. nika started to slide her hand down to your thighs slightly massaging your thigh, inching herself closer to where you wanted her most. but before she did she looked up at you. “are you sure?” she asked. “there’s no going back after this.” she stated. you nodded slowly getting of her lap and leading her your bedroom.
the night consisted of pure pleasure between the two of you. and you couldn’t have been more happy that nikas date ended the way it did.
A/N: please give me requests 🙏
#uconn#uconn x reader#uconn huskies#uconn wbb#uconn women’s basketball#nika muhl#nika muhl x reader#wnba#wnba x reader#wnba basketball#seattle storm
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Can you, maybe possibly do more winx club/fairy! Reader with the chain drabs- 📍(idk if any anon has this emoji but I want it.. whatever they mean)
Yeah, you can have that emoji. Of the people who have asked to be certain anons, none of them have used that emoji. I haven't come in contact with these emoji anons that much, but from what I can gather, they're used to mark a recurring fan who prefers staying anonymous.
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“I think I see your problem here.”
Now you were by no means an expert on teaching magic, but when Hyrule came to you asking for advice, how could you possibly say ‘no?’ In a way, you were the best person for him to ask. While all members of the Chain have come into contact with magic - and even used it themselves - it was through magic items or fairies (which you were a little horrified to learn they often caught in bottles). Hyrule was the only one to actually harness magic and cast spells.
The two of you were similar in many ways: both of you learned about your magical heritage much later in life than others like you, there was the fact that both of you could transform (even if, like all other fairies of his world, he was much smaller than you), and the fact that you both felt different from the people you grew up around due to your magic.
“You’re trying to force the magic out, but at the same time you’re stifling it.” You spoke as you came closer, letting Hyrule relax his hand. “That kind of polarising pressure doesn’t allow the magic to flow correctly, which could lead to your spell backfiring on you. Believe me, it’s not good for your ego.”
You laughed a little at a memory of some of your first spells going wrong. You have no idea how, but you somehow messed up a spell that would change the colour of your hair. It was literally the first - and easiest - spell they taught you at Alfea and you managed to turn your hair into a technicolour nightmare.
But it seemed like your impromptu magic lesson had to be put on hold.
"[Name], my grappling hook got stuck in a tree and I can't pull it loose." A whiny voice caught your attention. "Can you fly up and get it?"
You know, sometimes you wondered if it wasn't such a good idea to tell these boys about your powers.
"Can't Wild climb up there and get it for you?" You ask a little annoyed. "I'm a little busy right now."
"But I wanted to show Wild a cool trick with it. If I go asking for his help, it'll be embarrassing."
You couldn’t say ‘no’ to that pleading look. Wind’s expressive face had its funny moments, but his puppy dog eyes were like weaponized guilt. Shooting Hyrule a look that said “sorry,” you received a small “it’s fine” in return. You’ll continue your training later.
You let out a sigh, looking up at the tall tree Wind was pointing at, “alright. But if this happens again, you’re on your own.”
“Deal!”
In just a flash of light you had transformed into your fairy form, wings out and fluttering to lift you off the ground. Following the rope, you found the hook stuck high in the branches, not only caught by the tree, but also by the rope itself. The whole thing was a giant knot looping around itself, one that you found hard to see where it began and ended. “Geez, Wind, how did you even manage this?” You groaned as you began pulling the problem apart.
“I was practicing a trick, but it went south.” The boy shouted from below as both he and Hyrule watched you work.
“Yeah, I can tell.”
After what felt like half an hour, you finally managed to untie the thing. Letting out a sigh of relief, you grabbed the metal hook, looped the long rope over and around your shoulder and flew down onto the ground. “Here.” You handed the grappling hook over to a very enthusiastic looking Wind.
“Thanks!” Wind then immediately turned his head away, rushing off somewhere else. “Hey, Wild! I can show it to you now!”
“Kids, am I right?” You laughed to yourself.
“Yeah.” Hyrule chuckled. “I don’t know where he gets all that energy from.”
“Now, where was I-”
You hadn’t even had the chance to detransform before someone shouted your name again. This time it came from Four’s corner of camp, where he, Wars and Legend were busy at a makeshift forging station. “We need a stronger, more stable fire over here.”
“I was doing just fine.” Wars shot back at the small smith. “You asked for a stronger flame and I gave you one.”
“I said a “fire,” not a “blaze!” You nearly singed my eyebrows off!”
Guess Wars really wasn’t quite as good with his control with the Fire Rod as he thought. Whose brilliant idea was it to use a weapon meant for combat for forging, instead? But then again, who asks an Enchantix fairy, a fully fledged Guardian Fairy, to be a living furnace, as if that’s somehow better? Probably the same kind of person who asks that same fairy to get a rope unstuck from a tree.
And the smithing group had devolved into a petty argument while you weren’t paying attention. Maybe this could be your out, let you finally get back to Hyrule. But if you were a betting girl…
You turned your eyes to Time, Sky and Twilight who were sitting around a small fire, watching a kettle of water start to whistle. “Let me guess, you’ve got a request for me, too?”
The oldest thought for a moment before giving you a cheeky smile. “No, but I’m sure Wolfie would appreciate an eye-in-the-sky helping him during his patrol.”
Yeah, it was definitely a mistake to tell them about your powers.
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Cowboys Don’t Cry
(Chapter Two)
Pairing: Cowboy!Bangchan x Fem!Reader
A/n: Literally wrote this right after finishing chapter one
Summary: Y/n and Bangchan were childhood friends until he moved away to the big city, leaving Y/n heartbroken. Years later Chan comes back to town for good, now he has to fix what he broke all those years ago.
AU: Cowboy/Country Boy
Trope(s): Childhood Friends - to - Lovers, Grumpy x Sunshine, Slow Burn
Genre: Rom-com, Drama and Angst
Warning(s): 18+ rating (cussing)
The next day all I could worry about was the risk of seeing his face again. Changbin and Hyunjin came over to get my mind off Chan. They helped me with the horses and chicken. Taking most of load off me. Changbin reassured me that I wasn’t going to see Chan at all. So I dropped the thought of him, for now. After Changbin and Hyunjin left, I went to the bar. It may be too early in the morning to go to bar but I can’t resist their cheesy fries and blueberry lemonade.
I walked into the bar greeting the few people that were inside. I sat at the counter talking to the bartender Casey, he always knows my order so he already knew what I was in for. After about 3 cups of lemonade and 1 1/2 bowls of cheesy fries later I decided to leave. I set a tip on the counter for Casey and left. I walked outside seeing the boys coming out the town bakery.
“Hey you guys” I say waving to them before walking over to the other side of the road. “Hey Y/n, what are you doing here” I.n said giving me a hug. “Eating cheesy fries most likely” Leeknow says wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “You already know” I say rolling my eyes playfully. “But what are you guys doing here?” I say jokingly. “I- well-“ Han was trying to speak until Felix cut him off. “Listen we were just hanging out with Chan ok, don’t worry about seeing him we’ll make sure he doesn’t come around you” Felix says attempting to reassure me.
“If I see him all of you are dying from natural causes” I threaten, while glaring at them. “Leeknow is rubbing off on you” I.n says hiding behind Hyunjin. “I know right I’m so proud” Leeknow says happily. I rolled my eyes sarcastically, and walked to my car. Once I arrived home I washed up and went to bed.
I got up early the next morning to get a head start on the same over due farm work I still haven’t finished. I headed down to the town’s hardware shop to pick up some tools, chicken feed and rope. I walked in the store greeting the two owners of the store. A lovely old couple who has had this shop for generations.
I had gotten everything I needed, then I noticed guy in my peripheral, contemplating on which rope to buy. “Oh don’t use that rope it’s definitely no good, you couldn’t even play tug of war with it” I laugh walking up to him not realizing who I was talking to. “Use this one instead it’s way more sturdy” I say grabbing a different rope to hand to him.
“Oh thank you I didn’t know which one to- Y/N!?” “CHAN?!” I exclaimed. “Omg how have you been, it’s been so long” Chan said eagerly. “Oh I’m good” I say disinterested. “Oh I’m good too” Chan says chuckling embarrassingly, itching the back of his neck. I roll my eyes and walk away until I felt a tug on my wrist. I look back at him with a glare, snatching my wrist back from his desperate grasp. “Don’t touch me” I say as his cheeks turn red from embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to cause any trouble Y/n just wanted to let you know I was back in town for good” Chan says looking at me with hope.
“Great, I hope you don’t disappoint this town the way you disappointed me” I say smiling sarcastically, grabbing my rope. “Wait what, how did I disappoint you?” Chan asked, as he followed me to the front of the store. “Ugh you’re still here” I say taking the items from my cart placing it on the counter. “Uh yea I am, do you need help with that?” Chan asked me with concern, seeing me somewhat struggle with the chicken feed.
“I don’t need your help” i say trying to steady my hold on the bag. “Really? It sure looks like you do.” Chan says laughing. I throw a cold glare over my shoulder as I finally put the chicken feed on the counter. “Great you finally did it” Chan says clapping sarcastically.
I scoff, pulling his hat down then pushing him back. Chan chuckled walking back to me, smacking my hand away as I tried paying for my items. “Hey what the hell are you doing you idiot” I say pushing his hand back. “Y/n let me pay, I just witnessed you struggling to pick up some feed and didn’t help its the lease I can do” Chan says grabbing both of my wrists to pulling me behind him. “I can’t believe you really paid for me, I can pay for my own shit” I say pinching his arm. “Ouch! I was trying to be nice, I wanted to help an old friend out” Chan said putting his card back in his pocket. “Yea sure old friend” I say getting my items, walking to my truck. “You ok, you know you can talk to me” Chan says helping me with my stuff.
“That’s rich coming from you” I say sarcastically, putting the stuff in the trunk. “What’s that supposed to mean, I’m still the same person I was when I was here” Chan says putting the rest of my stuff in the trunk, following me to the drivers seat of my truck. “Yea you are still the same person who left this town, left your friends, and left me” I say getting into the drivers seat. “Listen city boy unless you want get beat down with your own boots, I suggest you stay away from me” I say glaring at him, driving away leaving Chan in front of the hardware shop. “Nice to see you to Y/n” Chan mumbled.
Chapter 3 coming soon….
#hyunjin smut#skz x female reader#skz x reader#bang chan x female reader#bang chan fluff#bang chan x reader#bangchan smut#bang chan#skz imagines#stray kids x you#stray kids fluff#stray kids fanfic#stray kids x reader#stray kids
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#it’s perfectly valid to interpret steve bucky as platonic but why should we#platonic male friendships is literally the norm of superhero and military genres#the writers and directors and actors all admitted bucky was the emotional lynchpin for steve’s story#seb didn’t put his whole pussy into giving steve/cevans the sad gay gaze just for bucky to be straight 😂#the world has its share of straight macho heroes#let them be soft and let them be gay 😌 via luna-rainbow
#I get that there are different interpretations of a text#but like Bucky is very much central to Steve’s journey to becoming who he’s supposed to be#he’s the guy he’s avenging in Captain America: The First Avenger#Cap 2 is literally Steve: Bucky#CACW sees Steve going against half the Avengers to defend Bucky#idk I feel like you missed a lot if you don’t think Bucky was that important#and also like even if you just want to see them is good pals or whatever#it shows a lack of comprehension of a very simple story#or at least that it’s interpreted through a biased lens#as for Steve joining the army you have every valid reason to think it wasn’t purely for Bucky#but it’s very conveniently stated that Bucky’s regiment is the one he requested to join moments before he was rejected#so whether Joseph and Bucky coincidentally happened to be in the same regiment we can only guess#but it’s very plausible he was just lying to be in the same regiment as his best friend via cosmicmechanism
#whether you ship it or not (which is irrelevant btw?) in canon Bucky is a huge part of Steve's motive...#as explicitly stated by Steve himself when literally asked by Bucky what his motive is the night before Bucky is shipping out...#in the movie named after avenging Bucky -- which makes no mention of Joseph 🤦♀️#this ain't rocket science folks!#sidenote: this is ALSO technically bad writing in the sense...#...that longtime-friend Bucky (who has ALREADY made explicit references to his knowledge of Steve's propensity to get into fights)#...wouldn't/shouldn't need to ASK Steve why he wants to fight... sth he would (obviously!) already know!#could've easily written dialogue where they discuss Steve's motives organically (so Erskine can overhear his Hero Monologue)#...without making such an obvious rookie writing error#but that's just my opinion! 👀☕#'I don't like this ship I'll pretend I'm too dense to see it' ok that's embarrassing and a skill issue not an argument#listen fox & friends if you see some queers whose existence upsets you just clutch the pearls and move on#no need to clog up this poor person's inbox with flimsy cringe rationalisations via amarriageoftrueminds
No offense but I think maybe people are overstating the influence Bucky had especially on Steve's desire to join the army. Maybe he was influenced by his father Joseph even though he never met him more? Like he didn't just want to join the army he wanted to join the 107th because originally that was the division his father was in. Bucky joined but Steve wanted to join even before that because of his father. Kind of like Luke Skywalker wanting to go off in adventures because of the image of his father.
I normally take these asks in good faith but do you know how passive-aggressive it is to start a conversation with “no offence but”? Because not only are you aware you’re about to cause offense you’re also intending to.
Canon doesn’t give us a lot to go on in terms of Steve’s inner thoughts about joining the army. The interpretation that Joseph was the inspiration is perfectly valid. As is the interpretation that Bucky’s draft was the motivation. And I’m not sure why they have to be mutually exclusive?
I will say though, because the MCU was very thin on details for Steve’s parents, many fanfic writers turned to the comic books for inspiration. The 616 iteration of Joseph, an alcoholic (likely from untreated PTSD) who subjected Sarah and Steve to abuse, is likely the reason many fans don’t lean into him being an inspirational figure for Steve.
The Cap fandom is big and diverse, and all kinds of headcanons exist. All I can say is you need to curate your experience better if seeing Steve-Bucky centric headcanons bothers you this much.
#mcu#steve rogers#stucky#steve's motivation is: doing the right thing#AND standing by bucky#(which are not mutually exclusive)#there is nothing in MCU Ucanon to suggest his father is his motivation for joining the army#and yes we can discuss possible motives without mentioning bucky#but we shouldn't have to just cuz homophobes are homophobic#prev tags yes#was thinking about this again
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Aaa tysm 4 answering my ask! I also forgot to ask, what about skincare? Do u also have a routine/schedule 4 that? (Ex: only using a product in the morning/on a specific day) idk why but i feel a sense of relief talking to ppl abt this kinds of things bc my parents didn't really teach me much abt personal care stuff :(( so i appreciate it! <//3
oh np!! i don’t really. have much of a skincare routine. but i wash my face everyday with a salicylic acid cleanser (i use the pixi one but that’s just what works for my skin type), and then i use a sheet mask and a gel mask once a week, and i use sunscreen every day <3 i also use a moisturizing foundation with hyaluronic acid almost every day. i am tbh not the best person to talk to about skincare stuff, but i’m happy to help answer any questions to the best of my ability!! no matter what they are <3
#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ angel’s dreams⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ angel’s friends⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎#literally. like i don’t get embarrassed at all#i’ve given one of my friends a tutorial on how to shave her pussy in the middle of costco before
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They make love out there in the field, before David has to leave for good. It’s fast and messy, with both of their emotions running so high. Yonatan comes with the taste of David’s tears on his tongue.
He stays lying on his back in the grass until the sound of crunching footsteps finally fades away, and only realizes later that, in their utter desperation for each other, he’d forgotten to take any of the usual precautions. But by then, it’s far too late.
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Four months later, he goes to see David at Horesh. Even in the dim light of the hideout, David looks at him oddly.
“Something’s different about you,” he muses, and Yonatan has to stop himself from reflexively clutching his belly. He’s not showing yet, not really, but he can feel the life growing inside him.
He expects David to approach him then, to explore the planes of his body as he’s done countless times before. He readies himself to tell David the truth, to finally feel the weight of this secret lift off his shoulders. But David comes no closer. He eyes him for another moment and then turns away, pulling out a large map of the Judean territories as he updates Yonatan on his group’s movements over the last few months.
It’s better this way, Yonatan decides. David has enough to worry about at the moment without concerning himself with Yonatan’s health, and there’s no guarantee that the baby will make it to term anyways: it’s not as if Yonatan is willing – or able – to confine himself to bedrest for nine months. When David returns to Giveah, Yonatan can reevaluate the situation. Most likely Yonatan will never need to reveal his mistake; best case scenario, David will have an heir to secure his lineage as he ascends to the throne.
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Years later, as Yonatan lies bleeding out under the stars, his last thought is to wish he’d gotten the chance to tell David about their son.
#david x jonathan#jonathan x david#david/jonathan#bible fanfiction#king david#david and jonathan#bible fandom#cw mpreg#I don’t know!!! I don’t know#I told yall it was gonna be angsty#ok so I have a second chapter that’s also really angsty but with like… a bit of a happy ending ig? if you know the canon you can probs guess#but I wrote this bit and just wanted to post it cuz I think it stands on its own merits tbh lol haha tehehe#also I wrote this at work today cuz I’m cool like that#(can I tell yall a secret… if I hadn’t been writing at work I probably would’ve left it as ‘fuck’ instead of ‘make love’ in the first line#(not because anyone can actually see what I’m doing but I’m just too embarrassed to write really dirty stuff on my work computer 😭😭)#also JUST FOR THE RECORD. IN CASE ANYONE GETS THE WRONG IDEA. THIS IS TRANS!YONATAN NOT OMEGAVERSE#sorry that I keep talking about pregnancy in a totally non sexy way. hot take but I just don’t find pregnancy stuff sexy literally at all 😫😫
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“at least he FOUGHT in the war what did ur queen do hm sit on her ass and eat cake 🤓👆” buddy boy your king was turned into applebee’s barbecue in his very first battle and spent over a year high on the medieval equivalent of opioids only to be ambushed in his second battle and lose to a thirteen year old little girl on her equally baby dragon i wouldn’t be talking shit if i were you
#house of the dragon#fire and blood#rhaenyra targaryen#pro rhaenyra targaryen#team black#baela targaryen#baela the mf brave#anti aegon ii targaryen#anti aegon ii stans#anti team green#anti team green stans#he literally tore sunfyre to shreds all for the sake of his pride let’s be fr for one sec#rhaenyra knew her strength wasn’t in the battlefield#it’s even more embarrassing that he didn’t plan on fighting baela#he just wanted a victory tour for himself#despite his men being the one to secure dragonstone#dance’s biggest pussy don’t even#doomrotcyclicallosersadvictimmisunderstood i think you guys just like yapping 🤷♀️#if i get one (☝️) ‘tag ur post properly!1!!’ i’m calling u a dumb bitch point blank
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If I see one more “they’re platonic soulmates 🥹🥰” comment on a tagged Caryl post I’m gonna go Carol on these mfs.
If you don’t ship it move on. Creeps. Only thing worse is when they follow up with “she’s like his mother. They have a mother-son relationship.” Wtf show are you watching?! They’re the same age??? Carol has adopted many children. None of them were a middle aged man named Daryl who she flirts with a dreams about being married too.
#twd caryl#Caryl#caryl is endgame#you don’t have to ship it#i get it#but damn why you gotta comment all over ship posts#I don’t trash on the other Daryl ships I just ignore them#just say soulmates 🙄#I just want them to be together already#I’ve done my waiting 12 years of it#the shows been hinting at it forever#I feel like I’m back in my old fandoms being queerbaited but with a straight couple#Destiel you’re endgame too ❤️#again you don’t have to ship it but the mom/som comments are so ridiculous#she literally jokes about him going down on her#like I get it if you want them just to stay besties or you ship them with other people but the mom/son comments are just 🤢#she flirts with him#they are the same age#just say you don’t want Daryl to be with someone with gray hair#daryl dixon#carol peletier#I haven’t started season 2 book of Carol so this could end very embarrassing for me#although honestly didn’t love season 1 with the weird messiah storyline#and Daryl abandoning Judith RJ and Carol#for some weirdo kid he’s known for a week#hated that#wow that last gif is perfect
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LMFAOOOO
Madre mía y decían que en los años 70 ya se quedaron sin ideas,
Aún hay gente que idolatra a estos farsantes y se creen todo lo q les meten con colador 😂
Y esto de la luna podía colar, hoy en día todas las mentiras que cuentan las celebrities no 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 (relaciones inicio de la fama etc)
#n.a never lied tho#he said it never happened#these fucking Americans lmfao#always lying and making up ridiculous shit for attention basically#it’s a cultural thing imo#I mean I’ve known this for years but likeeeee it’s one lie after another#they talk about walls and shit and they are all immigrants#like their country is less than 1000 years old - the fuck are they talking about LMFAOOOO#most of us ignore them for the most part but the second hand embarrassment is real#Jim Carrey is ONE hell of an actor#hilarious dude lmao#AND THEYRE BUYING IT#😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂#lmao they go to the 🌕 once and now it’s not possible to go there bc ¿¿ they forgot how to ??? pls#America you’re boring as hell😳😳😳😳#they’re attention seeking folks tbh#and those Americans who can’t and don’t like they get harassed killed and so on#make it make sense 😳#I once dealt with a Canadian bitch and since then I make fun of Canada too#thank god I was not born there but my parents wanted to settle down there wHEW#add to the mix that bitch of trudeau who basically laughs at every Canadian#man we’re screwed lmao#fuck these politicians NAHSKASBSJA#I literally don’t like some people and I don’t pretend to ever hide it tbh#and France too like we’re so sick of these bitches in government#I hope **** *** ***#at least u can live comfortably in other countries#in Spain? LMAOOO#depends on ur profession u can live well but not too well#if u compare w the neighboring countries - it’s 20% of what u could have
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btw todd’s reluctance to join the dps because he doesn’t want to read (which is then accommodated for) and is scared to put himself out there (which is also worked through) being read as todd not wanting to go AT ALL, and thus neil making the proper accommodations (“todd anderson, who prefers not to read, will keep the minutes of the meetings”) and encouraging him to step out of the box that stifles him being seen as ‘forceful’ or like he can’t take no for an answer makes me insane with rage
#and him trying to stop neil from asking if todd not reading at the meetings is okay isn’t him wanting not to go#its him not wanting neil to ask because (as someone with social anxiety) it’s EMBARRASSING ASF for someone to ask for things on your behalf#literally just think about it as the meme of ‘when i tell my friend im hungry and he tells his mom that *i* want food instead of both of us’#and the whole ‘neil not knowing how to take no for an answer’ thing…… dont get me fucking started#the kid who’s had to take no for an answer his whole life? the kid whose first proper scene IS him taking no for an answer? are you serious?#being encouraging and accommodating and (admittedly) a little pushy when he’s got his mind set on something—#—is NAWT the same as not being able to take no for an answer or bulldozing through conversations with people#he and todd DO listen to each other in those conversations theyre just on opposing sides—#—because their understandings of the world don’t fully align at that point in time/the movie#which is totally fucking normal?????? because later on they DO properly align?????????#i feel so crazy about this every time i see someone say todd didn’t want to go the dead poets meetings because it’s so obvious he DID#he was just scared#and you know what maybe it IS a little forceful#but given how dedicated todd is to shutting off and hating and isolating himself he NEEDS a little forceful to be broken through to#if no one ever pushed me to do things when i was scared (as irritated as it can make me) i’d never do SHIT dude#and obviously todd is the same way because he ALL BUT OUTRIGHT SAYS AS MUCH#‘i appreciate this concern but i’m not like you’ IS about neil’s voice and opinions mattering to people but it’s ALSO about—#—him being outgoing and trying new things and putting himself out there#WHICH TODD WANTS TO BE ABLE TO DO!!!!!!!!#the moral you take away from todds growth is NOT that he has to change to be accepted because he DOESNT#its that he has to gain the confidence and belief in himself to grow and become the version of himself he WANTS to be#he NEVER changes on a fundamental level to make others happy (although his growth does make others happy) he just opens up more#and i dont know WHY some people think his arc is becoming a completely different person#like yall PLEASE#this isnt even an anderperry thing this is an issue even if you read them completely platonic#i blame the FUCKASS novelization…. dps book you will always be hated by ME#dps#dead poets society#neil perry#todd anderson
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