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bon2bonn · 4 months

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Media Menace

22!F1 grid X female!driver!reader

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* just Some of the fans favourite moments of Y/N being the media menace she is ✨.

It was as a normal interview with Seb standing in the media pin , being asked about the drivers and the line up so far , he listened carefully before he answered " well , I think we have a solid lineup so far, each have their own unique driving style and that makes it more interesting to see and to compete with on track , they surly matured from where they started and........" What the fans didn't expect was when the camera zoomed in on the back of the pin , where some of the drivers were seen carrying a wiggling Charles trying to escape their hold as they marched on , being led by Y/N , who was chanting " to the pit ! , to the pit! " hand raised with a water bottle in it , her media officer could be seen standing at the back facepalming as she watched her driver walking away unfazed by the cameras following them .

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*Crack-heads leader 🪄.

They paused as they came across Fernando , who was being interviewed close by and asked her something while pointing at Charles, she answered back and he nods at her , raising his own water bottle in a cheer , letting them go on their way with Charles seemingly pleading to be let down but no one dared to help him as the rest of the grid and media officers watched in amusement as they disappeared out of frame , the camera zoomed out and turned back to Seb as he finished his answer , blissfully unaware of the chaos behind him .

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* The road to Silverstone fistfight! , choose your fighter ! MV#33 Vs LH#44 🥊💪🏻.

She sat between Max and Lewis, bored out of her mind and fed up with their pity low-key shit talk by both drivers along with her team's principal and the media exaggerating the rivalry between them three , ignoring the reporters trying to bait her with their twisted questions as yet again she got stuck in the crossfire.

One reporter asked "what's your input on the ongoing feud ? " she let out a sigh at the repeated question for the millionth time this weekend alone , answering with a shrug " I don't know mate , I just work here " . Another one asked " what do you think of this ongoing rivalry, and do you think it'll last and how today's results will effect tomorrow's race ? " She answered nonchalantly " I sure hope it wouldn't affect tomorrow's race for I'm starting between them " giving them both a pointed look as if warning them , both looked away trying to maintain a stoic face listening as she went on answering , ignoring her officer who kept waving their hands at her from the back to cut it out " and as for if it'll last I honestly think today's quali could've been a fist fight, you know , end it there and move on with their day but no one is ballsy enough to arrange it , so here we are " leaving the reporters with a hanging jaws and taken back looks along with the driver's media officers as she leaned back into her chair waiting patiently for the next question .

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* "Bitch! , I'm out!" .

Being seated in another post-race conference with Seb and Lewis after scoring P2 after a breathtaking battle against Seb, both Seb and her were beyond exhausted from pushing eachother to the limit but they enjoyed how they kept eachother at the tip of their toes , same as the fans who were at the edge of their seats anticipating who'd cross the finish line first between these two , and the final lap was proof of it , but she made sure to secure herself the position by one tenth of a second ahead of Sebastian who made sure to congratulate her first , everyone was pleased with the race results, well, everyone but the reporters who kept slipping backhanded remarks starting from the post-race interview up untill the actual press conference where they kept asking whether she considered another career or if she ever consider an early retirement , she got bored as another one asked why she still held on to the F1 career instead on Turning to other fields os sports , she gave him a fed up look " I just wake up everyday and decide that I want to make my life harder , why choose something else easier while I can make myself miserable here with you lot asking me the same question in hopes I'd give a different answers?" That got them to shut down for a while before another one asked the same , again.

Before either Seb or Lewis could shut them for their way or choice of questions she took the mic with no hesitation addressing the reporter who asked her for the third time when she'll take the retirement decision " look , and listen carefully cause I'm going to say it once , and I won't be repeating myself . when I Y/N L/N finally decide to retire from F1 my statement would be " Bitch, I'm out " nothing more , and definitely nothing less , so untill I myself say I am retiring I won't entertain this question anymore, and I advise you along with everyone else to do the exact same thing . next question please ! " Leaning back with a leg crossed over her knee as she waited for the next question . And It'd be save to say no one dared to poke at her with such assumptions after that answer , and earning herself the Bear nickname.

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* Toto's karma .

She rolled her head back distractedly looking up at the sky as she had to sit again through one of the team's interviews with her and Lewis both stuck with Toto as he went on and on about the teams competing against Red Bull and their chances this season and his opinion on drivers etc ...., she looked at the side , waving at some of the fans who walked by and shouted for her attention, sending them hearts and making faces before she was brought back by the host asking them three " speaking of the Red Bulls and the on going rivalry , who can you say is your favourite driver " Toto answered before any of his driver's could do, in a dismissing tone " in Red Bull? , I can't say there's anyone one I can name " . she however smirked as she shared a side look with her teammate before she answered ignoring Toto's pointed look giving him a wide tight lipped syndical smile " Oh! , but I know one I could name , you might be very familiar with him after all " the host eagerly look at her waiting for her answer " my favourite Red Bull bull driver is Toto Christian Wolff " Lewis tried to hold back his laugh as she kept smiling smugly at the said man , who looked away at the mention of his name with his eyes clenched in a grimace , wondering what have he ever done in his past life to get her as a karma/driver . The host stuttered before changing the topic , asking the drivers about their upcoming summer breaks and holidays .

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* lando's downfall (literally) .

She stood in the media pit doing an interview with one of her favourite reporters , answering swiftly as the reporter gave her questions she actually enjoyed for once , not the diet and ignorant questions as if she barely knew anything about the sport , let alone drive . Her interview was going well , too well if she could say , because not long after she was halfway through answering her question , a gremlin decided to poke her for the fun of it. Having finished his interview already he turned to her to fill the time before his next interview , and boy would he regret it .

She kept swating his hands away and smacking him in attempt to finish her interview in peace , but no , he didn't pay her any mind untill he was called away . She glared at his smug face as he successfully annoyed her for the day , then she looked at the reporter with a wide sweet smile as she said " he'll regret it , trust me " nodding along as the reporter laughed nervously at her not knowing how to react , but that turned into shock as the driver excused herself for a moment.

she went around the pit sneaking up behind the McLaren driver, giving a thumps up to the reporter who looked at the camera with wide eyes before back at her , only to witness as she swept her foot in a kick aimed at the back of lando's knees, causing him to gasp as his feet gave up on him and he fell face first on the ground mid interview . She dusted her hands in accomplishment as she made her way back to the interview , asking as she smiled innocently " so , where were we?"

#weathering your storm #wys #f1 x driver!reader #f1 x female!reader #f1 x female driver #22!f1 grid x reader #f1 grid x reader #lewis hamilton x driver!reader #Fernando Alonso x driver!reader #sebastian vettel x driver!reader #charles leclerc x driver!reader #lando norris x driver!reader #toto wolff x female!driver #max verstappen x driver!reader #f1 x female reader #driver!reader #female!driver #f1 x reader

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thegoldencontracts · 3 months

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Too Late!

You and Azul are texting each other one day when he accidentally sends you some more honest texts.

Note/Warnings: Azul/Reader, fluff with a smidgen of angst (specifically Azul insecurities, he gets comforted tho)

You loved Azul. A lot. You'd been dating him for quite a while now, after all. But you couldn't deny that it felt like he was a bit- formal with you, to say the least. Sometimes, it felt like he was playing the role of a perfect boyfriend in a Romance Novel's screen adaptation. How did he really feel? Was he happy to be somewhere, or was he just playing along so that the other students in his dorm could see how attractive and understanding he was while they seethed in envy at the fact that they were single and he wasn't?

Which was why when Azul slipped up one day when you were texting, you were very, very happy about it.

It was a boring evening, like always. You were texting Azul, complaining about your homework while lounging in your bed like always. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Zuzuuu <3: You know, if you'd like, I'd be happy to assist with your homework. It'll even be on the house, just for you.

Me: cant believe im dating a capitalist mf /lh

Me: really tho, tysmmm for helping <3 I don't deserve u bbg...

And then, something completely out of the ordinary happened.

Zuzuuu <3: how could you say that you're literally so perfect? I love you so much I keep doodling you bc you're so. Pretty. I simp so hard for you plz never say that again <3

At first, you wondered if Floyd wrote the text as a joke. It was pretty in character for him, after all. But that didn't make sense. This wasn't Floyd's way of texting, nor did it even attempt to imitate Azul's. When Floyd was in the mood to prank someone, he put in the effort to make it good.

Whatever. You took a screenshot of the message so you could treasure it forever. And lucky you, because right after you did, the message was deleted.

Zuzuuu <3: Please don't say such things about yourself, even for comedic purposes.

He was not being slick with that. You sent a text in response, giggling all the while.

Zuzuuu <3: Regardless, would you like to come over later today?

Me: Real slick hehe... Plz show me ur doodles of me they probably look so good bc you're good at art just like everything else somehow

After a while, Azul replied.

Zuzuuu <3: I don't know what you're referring to. Regardless, would you like to come over?

As much as you wanted to press, you decided not to. Too much pressing would just make Azul clam up more. You'd just have to get him in person, where it'd be harder for him to run away when you showed him the screenshot.

Me: Sureee! Heading over right now

And so, you set out for Octavinelle, evidence in hand. You were going to make him admit he sent that text.

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By the time you got to Azul's room, you had everything planned out. He wasn't usually so candid with you, and he was clearly ashamed of it when he was. You were going to figure out why.

You knocked on the door, and Azul opened it, letting you in.

"Come in," he said, tone even more formal than usual, by some miracle.

"Thanks," you said, taking a seat.

"So, about that text-"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Azul said, quick to cut you off.

"So quick to interrupt, Azul!" You said with a mock-pout, before grinning as you pulled up the screenshot on your phone. "But I think you do."

First, Azul's mouth hung open in shock. Then, his whole face turned red, lip quivering as a high-pitched whine left his mouth. Then, he moved to snatch the phone from your hands.

You narrowly dodged, and you couldn't resist sticking out your tongue at him.

"Too slow!" You laughed as he tried to grab the phone from you again, only to fail even more without the element of surprise on his side, because for all of Azul's many strengths, speed wasn't one of them.

"Delete that at once!" He shrieked, voice cracking in the middle.

He kept trying to grab it for a while, before finally giving up.

"Fine, fine," he grumbled, pouting like a kid. Cute. "You win. Are you satisfied now?"

"Very," you said, "because I get to see you. Your actual thoughts. Not just the ultra-filtered version."

Azul scoffed at that, seemingly in disbelief, though you saw the way he stifled a smile.

"Don't flatter me," he said. "My 'true thoughts' are not something you'd want to see in the slightest. Merely a more pathetic, messy version of what I already tell you."

"And that's precisely why I want to hear it," she said. "You sound so perfect all the time that I wonder whether you're really being honest with me, you know. It's just so refreshing to see you be gushy and candid about things. And pretty cute."

"How odd," he said, before turning to you with a face more genuine. "Thank you. For what little it's worth, I'll try to be a tad more honest with you. I can't promise anything, though."

You smiled.

"That's all I ask."

And really, truly, that was enough.

Bonus:

"So, how'd you learn so much internet lingo? Never took you for that kinda guy."

"I'm in the board games club with Idia Shroud. What did you expect?"

#azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #azul x you #azul Ashengrotto x you #hurt/comfort #twst x reader #aaah i love the mafia octoboy sm <3

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pocketjoong · 7 months

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HIIII SKYY i hope youre doing well !!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

for... your recent post... for ateez 5th anniversary... what about stargazing with one of the members ??2?2!?2 stargazing seems so cute and ive been in my hopeless romantic mood HAHSHAH stargazing with... yeosang maybe ?!2?!/2 or anyone ?!2?/!2!2 or all of them ??2?2?2 (much love to youuu btwwww 💗)

Thank you for your request, dea <33 I kinda wanted to write an ot8, but then I realised it would be kinda messy T^T (read: sky is not as funny as she thinks she is and scraped the crack!ot8!stargazing au asdfghjkl). I hope you enjoy regardless ^-^ @jaehunnyy my love, my baby, than you for beta-reading this for me. (You know what's coming next, bubba ehehehe /lh)

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): Stargazing with Yeosang!

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) idol!yeosang x gn!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): fluff. friends to lovers.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) FLUFF. Yeosang is whipped. Reader is whipped. Mentions of scary amusement park rides. WooSan being WooSan. Lmk if I missed anything ksksks

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 1.4k

Gasping for breath, you stumble out of the roller coaster, your heart racing and pounding in your ears. You cling to Yeosang for support, your legs feeling like jelly as the world swirls around you. A wave of dizziness threatens to send you tumbling to the ground, but you steady yourself with a deep breath.

As the adrenaline subsides, you can feel his comforting hand rubbing your back gently. His soothing gesture allows your focus to shift away from the queasy feeling in your stomach, and you momentarily forget the whirlwind of the roller coaster.

“That was…” you begin, still trying to find your words in the aftermath of the exhilarating ride.

“Thrilling, right?” Wooyoung’s voice cuts through the haze. He drapes his arms casually around San’s shoulder, whose expression is clouded with worry as he watches you.

“Speak for yourself,” Yeosang chides Wooyoung, guiding you to a nearby bench and handing you a water bottle.

San rolls his eyes and lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head at Wooyoung’s enthusiasm. “I’m not really scared of heights, but that ride did make me a bit queasy, too. Honestly, how are you still so bouncy after all the thrilling rides we’ve gone on?”

“That’s because nothing can bring me down,” he declares with unwavering confidence, striking a dramatic pose that sends you into fits of laughter. His cheerfulness is contagious, and you can’t help but be amused by his antics.

“Aish, what are we supposed to do with you?” you quip, playfully swatting his arm. It is in moments like these that make your friendship with Wooyoung all the more special.

Wooyoung’s laughter fills the air, a melodious sound that perfectly complements the joyful atmosphere of the amusement park. The boys begin to don their masks while you make your way back towards the parking lot. Yeosang falls into step with you, his arm gently sliding around your waist. The contact sends a rush of warmth through you, and you can feel the heat creep up your neck. Gratefully, you welcome the cover of the dimly lit evening, concealing your reaction from Yeosang’s view. The simple gesture, unnoticed by Wooyoung and San, who seem to be arguing about something trivial, fills your stomach with butterflies as you walk side by side.

As the two males pile into the car belonging to Wooyoung, Yeosang chooses to slip into the passenger seat of your car instead. You look at him in question, slightly confused, for he had arrived with the other two earlier in the morning.

“Y/N?” His voice carries a note of hesitance, capturing your attention as you navigate the car out of the parking lot after bidding farewell to the other two guys with a non-committal wave. You respond with a hum, signalling him to continue. “I was wondering if you would like to go somewhere?”

“Somewhere?” You echo, your curiosity piqued as you cast a fleeting glance in his direction.

He hums softly, biting his lip as he mulls over what to say. “Remember the clearing we found when I was a trainee during one of our hikes? Let’s go there.”

A warm smile plays upon your lips as you consider his suggestion, “Alrighty.”.

You take a U-turn at the next traffic light, moving further away from the city’s relentless hustle and bustle. The towering skyscrapers of Seoul recede into the horizon, and the scenery changes as the cool night air rustles your hair.

The highway stretches before you bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. It offers a serene and uninterrupted passage through the stillness of the evening, like a canvas bathed in silvery hues. Yet, a silent, unspoken connection thrives within the confines of your car. Yeosang’s gaze remains locked on you. Unseen by you is the yearning that simmers in the depths of his captivating eyes as he watches you navigate the road.

A cursory glance at your companion alerts you to his gaze on you, and determined to quell the blush that threatens to betray your own emotions, you break the silence that envelops you both. “We’re almost here.”

He responds with a quiet hum, his eyes now gazing at the landscape outside the window. The already scarce buildings are replaced by trees and thick undergrowth. You park the car in a convenient spot, and Yeosang wastes no time taking out a blanket from the backseat of your vehicle. He reaches for your hand when you walk up to him, and the two of you hike up the hill like this, with your hand safely in Yeosang’s grasp. His warm touch contrasts sharply with the frigid bite of the night air on your cheeks. Once you reach the clearing you guys had discovered a few weeks before his debut, he spreads the blanket on the grass and lies down.

“Come on,” He pats the empty space beside him. You join him, looking at the beautiful night sky studded with countless stars. The stars above flicker in the vast, dark canvas of the night sky, and you both lie there, basking in the tranquillity of the moment, sharing this cherished place that had become your secret sanctuary, away from the weight of responsibilities and worries that plague you otherwise.

A few moments later, you turn to face Yeosang, who is bathed in the bright moonlight, looking otherworldly at best. You can’t help but admire how the moonlight accentuates his features, imbuing him with an unearthly radiance. It lights up his cheekbones and the sharp line of his jaw, rendering him even more striking than he already is. Even the shadows that dance across his form lend him an air of nobility and majesty.

As if aware of his gaze, Yeosang turns to you, his eyes alight with something you can’t seem to put your finger down on. His lips curve into a warm smile, mirroring the fondness that radiates from his gaze. “Hi.”

The huskiness of his voice acts like a gentle caress against your senses, making your breath hitch. Yeosang hums in amusement, smiling softly at you, drawing you to himself like a moth to a flame. It’s as if he has stepped out of a dream, ethereal and radiant, and the sheer beauty of the moment is nearly overwhelming in its intensity.

“Hi,” you repeat, your voice more shaky than you had hoped it would be.

Yeosang fully turns to his side, popping his head up with his hand, while the other finds its place upon your cheek, his thumb tenderly stroking your skin. Ablaze with unmistakable love and yearning, the intensity of his eyes is a force that gently tugs at your heartstrings until you can’t help but close your own.

“Y/N,” he breathes.

You open your eyes, a myriad of unspoken thoughts and feelings swirling within you. But Yeosang’s thumb sweeps across your bottom lip with a tender, delicate touch as if casting a spell over your senses, leaving you in a state of breathless enchantment. It takes an immense effort for you to not close your eyes again.

Your answering hum is laced with curiosity and a touch of anticipation.

A brief pause lingers, stretching into seconds that feel like an eternity. But when he speaks, Yeosang’s voice carries a weight of sincerity. “I like you so much,” he confesses softly, his words echoing into the velvety night. “I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you, and with time, my feelings have only grown stronger. I’m sorry if it’s sudden, but I can’t hide it anymore. I don’t expect anything in return from you. You can say no—”

You can't contain the cascade of emotions swirling within you, and you find yourself cutting off his words, needing him to know your fondness for him that you had kept to yourself for so long. “I like you, Yeo,” you breathe out; the suddenness of your words leaves him wide-eyed.

“Huh?” he stammers, caught off guard by your revelation.

“I like you, too, dummy,” an affectionate laugh escapes your lips as you look at his bewildered expression, which slowly gives way to the most radiant smile you’ve ever witnessed on his face.

“Are you sure? I won’t be able to offer you everything a boyfriend can,” his tone is soft and genuine as he seeks confirmation. His words bring butterflies to your stomach, and your eyes line with unshed tears.

Without hesitation, you reach up to cradle his face, “I don’t care about the fact that we can’t go out in public or the possibility of us having to go months without seeing each other. What matters to me is that you're mine, and I'll treasure every precious moment we share, no matter how fleeting or infrequent.”

In response, Yeosang leans in, drawing you into a sweet and tender kiss. The stars above seem to wink knowingly, as if they, too, are celebrating this newfound connection, their celestial light bestowing a blessing upon the two of you.

#cromernet #kvanity #wonderlandnet #k-labels #yeosang x reader #outlaw/fics #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #yeosang imagines #yeosang scenarios #ateez fanfic #yeosang fluff

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litaeque · 1 year

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Hii! Would you mind doing Rui or Tsukasa with a short S/O? Like with a funny height difference :3

hihi! i had fun writing this sorry for being late into posting this! i just didnt have any motivation to write 😭

CHAOS AND TEASES !

character/s: tsukasa tenma, rui kamishiro x reader

genre: fluff with a little crack 🔥

your lucky to have him as your partner tbh

tsukasa doesn't mind about the fact your short he still loves you either way!

but don't be surprised that tsukasa couldn't find you anywhere and kept calling where you are when your literally beside him.

other than that he isn't gonna tease you about your height he's a respectful man so don't worry about that (looks at rui)

expect him casually picking you up out of nowhere like a cat

rui is quite interesting to say the least..

rui doesn't mind that your short he loves you and all but he just can't help himself but tease you a lil bit..

there was one time he teased you about how you couldn't even reach his workshop seat (if your that short/lh), he teased you all day about it and let's just say he had to face the consequences for about 1 week without affections. he swore to his life to never tease you about it again.

just like tsukasa he would carry you out of nowhere but playfully (you almost falled.)

if rui is that clingy he would call it a day and just rest his cheek in your head

#aoyagiisakitos writes #prsk x reader #pjsk x reader #proseka x reader #project sekai x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa #kamishiro rui #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro

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luvistqrzzz · 1 year

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THE ACCIDENTAL POLAROID- 15::: Liquid courage gone wrong (written::: 0.5K) (warnings::: drinking & college parties)

It was supposed to be a party. A normal college party.

You walked through the doors into the loud environment, Chaewon and Heuningkai in tow. It was like your eyes automatically found the tall dark haired boy standing in the distance.

Heeseung flashed you a bright smile, motioning you to come over. You could feel a blush rising at the thought of your yesterday's actions. That tweet was definitely pretty embaressing and you couldn't help but wonder whether he realised what you had been implying.

'Oh, looks like someone's boyfriend is calling', Kai spoke beside you, wiggling his eyebrows. 'Yah. Shut up', you slapped his arm away.

Chaewon rolled her eyes, 'Just confess already please, babes.' 'Are you crazy? Would rather dig myself a grave.'

'Maybe, a little bit of liquid courage could help you', she winked before heading towards the make shift bar. You shook your head, knowing damn well how this night was gonna end.

Okay, maybe you didn't know how it was supposed to end because your sober self wouldn't have ever even thought of the things your drunk self was capable of doing.

As the night unfolded and one glass became many, you could sure feel your thoughts and feelings messing up and your words slurring as you spoke. 'Heeee', you whined from your position on the couch as the said boy took the plastic glass from your hand.

'No, Y/N. You've had enough for today', he said in a stern voice. 'B-but', you sputtered.

Heeseung chuckled, bending down to your face, 'I'll get you some water okay? And then we can head back together. Stay here,' He softly touched your face for a second before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

You touched the spot on your cheek, giggling when you felt a presence taking a seat beside you. 'So, y-you're back again?' You asked, hiccuping and moving your hand pointedly to the person beside you.

'You missed me didn't you, Heeseung? You missed me so much!' You laughed, turning to face the person taking his face in your hands.

In your mind it was Lee Heeseung, the boy you were head over heels for. I mean, who else could it be, right? He had dark hair like Heeseung for all you knew!

Uh, maybe that wasn't your greatest observation or even your brightest moments because the next moment you felt yourself bringing the face close and pulling him into a kiss. Chaewon was right after all. The liquid courage did work, maybe a little too good because the boy you were kissing was, in fact, definitely not Lee Heeseung.

But he didn't care. It wasn't like Park Sunghoon was sober enough to complain when the girl he loved was kissing him. Not when he was sure that Heeseung was witnessing it from the corner of his eye.

Heeseung dropped the bottle at the sight before him, his heart breaking just a little. He really thought you liked him, more than a friend and if you hadn't been so drunk, he was actually planning to confess to you.

But maybe Heeseung had misunderstood all along, you probably could never like him. It still didn't hurt any less though, the pain in his chest.

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SUMMARY- Lee Heeseung doesn't believe in love at first sight but what happens when he accidentally clicks a polaroid of a girl at the local diner? A girl he can't seem to get out of his mind.

Will he be able to return you the polaroid or will love follow him along the way?

GENRE- smau with written parts, college!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, crack, angst (veryyy slight), slight love triangle

TAGLIST- open! send an ask or comment to be added- @yenqa @xuimhao @ddazed-lhs @astrae4 @ghostiiess @seungminstaehyun @haechansbbg @chaechae-23 @ak-aaa-li @whippedforbeomgyu @ahnneyong @ineedaherosavemeenow @jhopesucker @j-wyoung @tnyhees @liliansun @rikizm

AN- GUYS DONT COME AT ME FOR THIS CHAPTER 😍🏃‍♀️me hates myself too for doing this to my characters

#📸accidental polaroid !#enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen smau #enhypen fanfiction #heeseung x reader #enhypen fanfics #enhypen au #enhypen fake texts #heeseung imagines #heeseung fluff #enhypen fluff #enhypen #enha fake texts #enha fics #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smau

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whoschr · 1 year

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To. You! — a heeseung smau

Chapter 2: l word (platonically)?

(Written + smau)

Rushing into the dance studio, you slammed the door shut behind you. Breathing heavily, you found yourself a seat on the floor of the studio, waiting for the others to come. “Are you okay, and where are the others?” Ms. Jeon uttered. “They said they were coming but let me text them again,” you replied.

Just as you sent a reply to your friend's text, the door screeched open. “Ms. Jeon, they’re here!” you hollered.

“Okay, have a seat girls because we need to talk!” she said.

“These are not my plans, however, the principal at nearly the last minute wants us to perform at the assembly on Friday. I am guessing because, without us, the assembly would be boring.” she chuckled. This made both you and your friends do so too.

“This means that we as a team have around a day in a half to two days to prepare a clean performance. I’ve arranged it so that practice starts a few hours after school so it fits into everyone’s schedule. Is everyone fine with that?” she asked. You and your friends shook your heads nodding yes.

“See you guys tomorrow!” she wished, as you and your friends stepped out of the studio to go home.

You and your friends greeted each other with goodbyes as you guys headed home. Agreeing to text each other later to plan for your performance.

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wc: 233

warnings: yn and her friends flirting with her, I believe that’s it, tell me if I missed anything

To. You! a heeseung smau || genre: highschool au, smau, fluff, crack || pairing: non idol heeseung x afab!reader

an: todays kinda a long chapter because there’s this project I’m working on so idk if I’ll be able to update tomorrow‼️

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persoulnal · 4 months

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ONE LAST HUG LHS

synopsis~

When someone passes away, they are sent to their happiest moment in life. The people who were with them there are also sent to spend their last moments with loved ones. You weren’t expecting yours to be with you boyfriend, Heeseung, more specifically in your old apartment.

genre~

ANGST man heavy angst, slight fluff but not really

warnings~

mentions of car accidents, main character death

unedited as usual

You were going to die.

Your fingers grazed the silk bedsheets, your delicate hands familiar to the touch. Your thumb wrapped around the extra fabric giving it a light tug. The muted blue sheets raise slightly, and the smell of fabric softener filled your senses as you closed your eyes.

You were going to die.

You could hear the rain tapping on the window near the bed and the sounds of bird chirping at the sight of worms. Cars were blazing through the main street and an occasional honk sounded. At the fourth honk you opened your eyes.

You were going to die.

Your eyes stayed on the ceiling, the white paint slowly chipping in the corner. You stayed like that for another moment before sitting up. You let out a bated breath confirming where you were.

You were going to die.

First thing you see when you sat up was a polariod. The photo was placed on the neat, organized white desk with a stack of papers in the middle. The photo was in a beautiful golden frame with accented details engraved in the metal. It was a photo of you and your boyfriend, Heeseung.

Today was the last day you would be seeing Heeseung because you were going to die.

You have lived this day before; waking up on the silk sheets, hearing the rain tap on the window, sitting up to look at the picture frame. You have lived this day before and that only means one thing. You were going to die.

You began to cry. Violent sobs fell from your mouth as you brought your knees up to your chest. Pained screams sounded from your mouth as you frantically sputtered out phrases such as "no" or "this can't be happening" because it just could not be happening.

You were healthy with no signs of fatal death or chronic illness. Last thing you remember was driving in a car with- oh no. A car crash, it had to have been a car crash. Last thing you remember was someone hitting the passenger side of Heeseung's car sending his into a spiral down the surrounding cliff.

Your ringtone disrupted your thoughts and you wiped away your tears with one hand while the other reached for the phone. "Hey."

It wasn't his usual chirp voice that always made you wake up a little more in the morning. His voice was calm, but you could tell there was fear hidden behind it.

"I-" You paused bringing your lip into your mouth as the tears began to form again. "I don't want to go."

Heeseung froze on the other end, halting himself from entering his car, the very car that was wrecked in the future. He rested his free hand against the top of it and then let his head drop to his forearm. He closed his eyes tightly not knowing what to do. Not knowing what to say. What do you say when the person you love is about to die, no is already dead, and there is no way to stop it? What do you say when you are about to lose the person you love?

"Y/N." His voice cracked as he tried to find the strength to speak. "It might not have been you. I'm coming over, like I did that day, or this day? I'm- I'm coming over."

"It was me. We go hit on the passenger side there's no way it wasn't me."

"Just- I'm coming."

He hung up, not the best thing to do, but what else should he have done? He couldn't sit there and dwell on what is to come, he can only ensure that this day goes according to plan.

Sitting in the driver seat he started his car giving it a hard punch on the dashboard, "That's for ruining my fucking life."

It took him 10 minutes to arrive at your apartment, and in those 10 minutes you have not been able to move from your spot on the bed. You just looked at the photo of you and Heeseung on your desk.

Today was the day he called you early in the morning to sing you a song. He claimed to have stayed up all night just to write the chorus and he was eager, a bit too eager to show it to you. This was an incredibly happy moment in your life, but was it your happiest? You were sure the happiest would be the day you two got an apartment together, or maybe when you two went to visit his family that one Christmas. But it turns out it was this day.

A few knocks on your door signaled that he was here. He had his own key to the place and allowed himself entry. His guitar was slug around his body as he stopped in front of your room. While everything was familiar to him, it was also foreign. This was your old apartment when you two first started dating. He remembers it like the back of his hand, but it had been so long since he's seen it.

"Y/N," He pushed the door open to reveal your crouched body, eyes not moving from the picture with tears tracing your face, "I have something to show you.

"He wanted to breakdown at the sight of you. This would be the last time he saw you; this would be the last time he would be with you.

"The living room." You croaked out. "We need to go to the living room. It happened on my sofa."

"Oh right." Heeseung must have forgot. His mind was clustered with other thoughts.

The two of you slowly shuffled to the living room and it seems like it's been so long since the two of you were here. It didn't take long to get to the worn-down leather sofa in the middle of the room. It was as comfortable as you remembered it and the feeling of it was too nostalgic now

"So," Heeseung took a deep breath and gave a shy smile, "I wrote you a song."

You remember the song vividly, how could you not? How could you not when it was a song professing his undying love for you? That must be why this was your last moment, you felt so much love after he sang it, and you must have wanted to hear it again like it was the first time.

"Did you now?" You let out a struggled chuckle that quickly turned into a quiet weep. You were trying to stay strong for him, but it was all too hard. It was too hard to be here and never want to leave.

"Yes. I stayed up all night perfecting it. Can you tell by my bags?" He too began tearing up, the crack in his voice exposed that. He wasn't even sure if he'd be able to sing.

"Well, I can't wait to-" your voice got caught in your throat and you couldn't continue the act. You couldn't continue to act like nothing was happening because something fucking was.

You were going to die.

"Hee," You continued to cry, "I can't. I can't do this."

Heeseung ditched his guitar and took you in his arms. He held you as the two of you sobbed to each other. "Shhh.”

He rubbed your head resting his chin on top of it after as he looked around the apartment. He was a bit shocked to see this was your last memory, but as he is back here it began to make sense. You loved this song when he first sang it and you forced him to sing it for you all the time. You were infatuated with it. "I don't know how long we have here, but I would like to sing." Heeseung spoke once the two of you calmed down a bit. He wanted to sing for you. His voice was always soothing to you.

"Yes." You sat up and rubbed your eyes. "Please sing."

He picked up his guitar from the side of the sofa and rested it on his lap. His hands rested on the strings but didn't play for a moment. The realization finally hit him.

"Heeseung?" You waited and he looked up to you. You tilted your head, and he licked his dry lips.

His shaky fingers grazed the strings and it let out a soft bellow. He then began to strum on the guitar. At first you thought that you forgot what his song Polaroid Love sounded like. Whatever he was playing was not what you remember hearing, but as he continued you realized it most definitely was not the first song you hear. This one was different, but his voice was still the same.

"The time we couldn't meet left me feeling uneasy

But I felt warmth in my heart

You're out of reach, not in front of me

But this feeling is like you're right by my side

Touching you."

Heeseung began to sing, his voice raw from just crying, and he grimaced at the rasp.

"No matter how far apart we are

This voice will never falter

Overflowing emotions

They won't stop."

His voice was better now, less raspy, but you could still tell he cried before this. Your mind was reeling with what was being sung. You didn't know how to react.

"This emotion can't be expressed in words

It's screaming in a raw voice

I'm falling, falling for you."

He teared up again.

"This is for you."

You sat for a moment just looking at him. He finished singing and he couldn't bring himself to look up at you just yet. You took a deep breath and then scooted over to him on the sofa. Your hand reached for his.

"Hee." There was a crack in your voice as you rubbed your thumb on his palm. "You wrote that for me?"

"Sure did." He chuckled. You said the same sentence exactly 5 years ago. "Was it good?"

"Just as good as the last one." You cupped his cheek bringing his gaze to meet yours. "Thank you Heeseung."

He stared into your eyes, the two of you basking in this moment. "Thank you for the song. Thank you for the song before. Thank you for being in my life. Thank you for giving my life meaning. And most importantly, thank you for loving me. You were the best thing to happen to me. I know that we will find each other again someway, somehow. You are my forever, Heeseung."

"Y/N," He free hand raised to grab your hand that was on his face. He rubbed it never wanting your touch to go away. "I love you. I will always love you. You made my life so, so much better. I will always be with you, okay?"

"There's a note. If you go in the closest in the purple box, there's a letter. I kept it there just in case if something were to happen and I couldn't talk to my friends or family. I didn't think it would happen this soon." Heeseung pursed his lips, and you tilted your head.

"What are you talking about?" Your eyes squinted slightly as you dropped your hand from his face.

"The notes have names on them. Can you give it to them?" He smiled at you, the smile that you fell in love with.

"Heeseung, stop. What are you talking about?" You sat up from your slouched position. You reached for his hand once more and held it tight. "What are you saying?"

"When I wrote you that song, I was so excited to show it to you that I rushed over right when I finished it."

"Yes. I know you called to make sure I was awake." You were trying to follow along, but it was becoming too confusing for you.

"When I sang it to you, your face when hearing it was nothing like ever before. You looked at me with such love, you looked at me as if you loved me. You looked at me with love." He squeezed your hand.

"This night we went to a party. You got so, so shit faced. You don't remember and I never pried or told you, but you told me you loved me." He looked away letting out a reminiscing laugh.

"I told you I love you?" You remembered the party, or at least the moments before. You blacked out before getting home and Heeseung brought you to your apartment and stayed the night. The morning after you officially said you loved him when you heard the song, but it seems like your drunk self was one step ahead.

"Yeah. You said after hearing my song you realized you were in love with me. You told me the song made you realize you loved me." Heeseung spoke and it all started to click.

"No. Hee, no." More tears came that you didn't know you had, and your hands gripped his tighter. "No, Heeseung stop."

"Y/N-"

"No! You didn't die I did. I died because my door was hit. I died." You couldn't believe. He couldn't be dying. This wasn't real.

"When the car tipped my side fell and then it rolled over and was upright." He was trying to calm you down and brought his hand to rub your arm.

"No, I was hit. I'm the one who died stop." Just when you were starting to accept your death you come to learn it is not you who died, it was your love who did.

"Listen to me, hey listen to me," He gripped your arms to have you look at him, "I love you. I have loved you and I will never stop loving you. Please don't dwell on my death for too long. Grieve but don't have it control your life."

His hand then traveled to your face, fingers brushing over your skin to wipe the tears.

"Heeseung," You whimpered with blurry eyes. The sensation of his hand was no longer on you, and you looked down to see what was going on. His arm was gone, and he was slowly fading.

"We don't have much time." He looked down at his invisible arm. "Come here.”

You closed your eyes and took three breaths and then let him hold you in his embrace. You rubbed your head against his chest trying to calm him down for his last moments. You wouldn't be so selfish as to ruin it.

He began humming into your ear, it was the song he sang this day five years ago, it was the song when you realized you loved him. You tried to hold back your tears, but small droplets were falling. Heeseung now sang and held you closer. You wrapped your arms around his one arm that rested on your waist. Your back was to him, and your head was in the crook of his neck.

You looked up to see his face one last time. His eyes were closed but the wet tears were present on his face. You looked at his lips. You looked at his perfect nose. You looked at him in all his beauty for the last time because he was going to die."

"Heeseung." He continued singing. "Can I see your eyes.”

He opened them, there was a slight redness and puffiness.

"I've always loved your eyes."

"By now his whole lower body had disappeared and half his upper body was going too. Heeseung kept his eyes open, but you closed yours to nestle in his neck again. You thought about how good it felt to be in his arms in that moment and how incredibly lucky you are to have this.

Sitting like that for a few more seconds and you felt your head loose it's support. You held it up though and your arms stayed in place.

You could still hear his voice and his final words," I love you."

"I love you." You whispered back, still holding yourself in place.

Your calloused hands stayed wrapped around your dainty figure. you sobbed into your arms letting out heavy breaths. "I love you" you held your body tighter.

The touch of your fingertips rubbed your barren shoulders sending waves of warmth to your skin. The touch bringing the comfort you so needed.

"Don't cry now." you whispered again. "Don't cry."

The tears kept falling as your knees were brought closer to your body. you pictured Heeseung was still hugging you, that he was still with you.

In your mind that's all you could see, but to anyone else all they saw was a broken girl trying so desperately to make herself feel better. All they saw was a girl struggling to stay with him.

With your eyes closed you didn't notice the room around you disappearing. Your old apartment becoming nothing but a memory once more. Still crying, you curled into a ball on the hospital bed, legs raising up to be held in your arms. People began to rush into the room you were in and ask questions, but it was all a blur.

You pictured you were still in your apartment, still with him.

#enhypen au #heeseung au #lee heeseung #heeseung #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader

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heeracha · 11 months

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ep 8. / ep 9. — the one with the sketch pad. / ep 10.

accept it (me), please. — lhs.

synopsis: someone would always airdrop you small messages and memes everyday, you would always accept it which made you insanely curious about who it is. unknown to you, it was lee heeseung who you considered as your high school sweetheart. lee heeseung who believes he loved you too late.

pairing: heeseung x f!reader (she/her)

content/genre: college au (ofc), glimpses of high school, second chance (ish), friends to lovers, fluff, angst, crack, slowburn

warning(s): swearing. parents being,,, yeah. tell me if i missed something.

note: this one's pretty short so expect two more updates rn. slay.

junior year, high school.

heeseung furrows his eyebrows. “why’d you stop?” he asks as he gently holds your hand and you shake your head. “come on. keep going. you were saying you don’t like freud?” he says and you chuckle.

“let’s talk about you,” you say and heeseung frowns, holding your other free hands as he holds both of them, pressing them closer.

“what’s wrong?” he asks and you shrug.

“are you not annoyed?” you ask and heeseung furrows his eyebrows even more as he shakes his head.

“why would i be annoyed?” heeseung asks. “you could recite every theory about psychology and i’d be willing to listen. i’d forget some, but i will listen.”

you pout as the corners of your mouth start twitching. “thank you.” you softly say and heeseung smiles.

“i honestly love that you know what you want to do.” heeseung admits. “i still don’t know what i would do.” he softly says and you look at the sketch pad beside him then back at him. “as if my parents would let me.”

“have you talked to them?” you ask and he hums.

“they hated it.” he softly says and you sigh. “they wanted me to get law, since i’m good at justifying how much i want to be a painter.”

you hum. “let’s not talk about it.” you softly say as you see heeseung’s mood start to go down. you move from your seat, sitting beside him. “you’ll be okay, hm?”

heeseung smiles lightly. “i know.” he softly says. “i’m with you, anyway.” you smile, squeezing his hand. “can i get a hug?” he asks and you softly mumble of course, wrapping your arms around him as he rests on you.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen social media au #enhypen smau #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smau #heeseung fluff

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thekrows-nest · 2 months

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I'm sorry but i want Krow

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.

May hunny what the fuck is this. /silly /lh

I don't even know what some of this is what.

But.

I mean

Krow is all for it.

#the krow's nest #krow asked and answered #naughty krow

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panjakes · 10 months

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GB CH.6 LHS

parings: Deer hybrid! Heeseung x black fem!reader

Genre: Fluff. crack: neighbors to lovers au; slow burn

warnings: Cursing, mentioning of boner

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It had been a few days since Heeseung had ran out on Yn. The two hadnt seen or even heard from each other since that day.

"Yn! Help ypur father! you see he has one arm!" Yn's mom says causing the two to turn around

"Actually daddy told me to stop helping him because he's injured and not disabled" Yn says shrugging

"And I still have my arm Miranda, its just in a cast" Yn's father mumbles

"Whatever, I'm trying to make sure your comfortable" Her mother mumbles rolling her eyes

"Have you heard from Lee?"

"He has a first name Greogory, and No I'm pretty sure his wife would have told me if she heard from him"

Yn put two and two together and figured they were talking about Heeseungs parents

"What about their boy? How's he? Isnt he the same age as Yn?" Yn's da ask taking a seat on the couch

"Yeah he's grown so much he's a tall lanky thing. Yn has a little crush on him" Yn's mother says smirking

"MOM!" Yn shouts

"You didnt deny it, must be true" Her dad says smirking

"Dad! Dont entertain her!" Yn says now embarrassed

"Mhm they've been running around with each other lately" Her mom says embarrassing her even further

"Really? What they been doing?" He asks now looking back at his wife

"He bought a lego set for her and they put it together"

"Aint yall to old to be playing with legos?" Her dad asks making her mom laugh

"Mom! Dad! Would you stop!?" Yn asks

"I'll stop when you take this across the street" She says making the girls eyes go wide

"Why am I taking this across the street? I took it over there last week" Yn says

"Me and Mrs.Lee agreed to make each other baked goods everyweek" She says confusing her daughter and husband

"Since when?" The two ask causing the older women to roll her eyes

"Since last week now put cha shit on and take it across the street" She says making her husband

"Since when did you become so domestic?" He asks

"Gregory...dont start" She says making the man stop and look at his daughter

"You better take that lil box over there before ya mama get mad" He says making the girl sigh. Sliding her feet into her black crocs, she made her way out the door and across the street.

Heeseung sat by the window in his livingroom. Looking out the window he seen yn making her way across the street to his house. He immediately jumps up from the couch and sprints to his room confusing his mother who gave him a look as he ran by.

Her question was soon answered when the doorbell rung. Going to open it she smiles at the sight of yn

"Hi yn, how are you?" She asks pulling her into the house(much to her dismay)

"I'm fine Mrs.Lee momma made red velvet brownies?" Yn asks looking at the container of red shaped bars

"Ou my favorite! You know your moms baking is so good?" She asks making the girl giggle

"Yeah daddy's been her taste tester ever since he got home" She says making the women go wide eye and put her hand in front of her mouth as she bit into the baked good

"Ah your dad is home! How is he?" She asks

"He's fine. His arm is in a cast" yn says

"well I'm glad his home. Heeseungs father comes home in about two weeks" She says making the girl nod.

"Speaking of, Heeseungs in his room" She says making yn shake her head

'Uh no I just came to give you the de-" She starts but is cut off by Mrs.Lee shouting

"HEESEUNG!! YN"S HERE FOR YOU!" She screams before looking back at yn with a smile

"I-" Yn starts just to be cut off again

"He's in his room" She says pushing the girl up the stairs. Yn sighs wlaking closer to heeseung's closed door

Yn sighs as she gets to Heeseungs door. She knocks on the door only to hear rumbling behind the door. a few minutes later Heeseung opens the door clearly out of breath

“Uh hey Hee” Yn says

“Hey yn, wanna come in?” He asks pointing to the room

“Yeah sure” Yn says walking into room and sitting on the bed.

She looks around the familiar room as Heeseung ranges through his closet. Soon Heeseung comes out showing her a Lego set

“I was waiting for dad to come home so we can put it together but we can put it together now” Heeseung says making Yn eyes go wide

“Oh! You can put it together with your dad! I don’t wanna intrude” Yn says

“I-I wanna put it together with you” Heeseung says making Yn smile

“Okay, let’s get started” Yn says moving too the floor

Looking at the box Yn noticed it was suppose to be a jungle with a bunch of jungle animals

“I snatched these for you” Yn says pulling out a sandwich bag with a few of her mothers red velvet brownies l. Heeseung snatches the bag from Yn putting one into his mouth humming at the taste

“Mm! Dese are su gud” Heeseung says making Yn smile

“Yeah, I helped make them” she says opening the box of legos

“No wonder they taste so delicious” Heeseung says making Yn giggle

Yn spills the legos over the plush carpet and her and Heeseung start to make small talk and put the legos together

“Bambi?” Yn says making heeseungs ears twitch at the nickname he hadn’t heard in a while

“Yes bubbles?” He says focusing on the Lego tree he was building

“Why’d you run away from me the other day?” Yn asks making Heeseung freeze. He looks up at Yn who’s head was down. Her faux fell in front of her face but Heeseung could see the sadness in her eyes

“Is it something I said or did?” She asks making Heeseung scoot closer to her.

“No. It wasn’t you. You didn’t do anything wrong at all” Heeseung says

“So what was wrong? Was it something to do with your dad?” She asks making Heeseung shake his head

“I-It was you” he says making yn frown

“But you just said it wasn’t me? I’m confused?” Yn says attaching a Lego to another

“To be honest yn…you’re really really pretty sand you smell really really good” Heeseung says fiddling with his hands. He scoffs outtinf his face into his hands

“Gosh this is so embarrassing…you make me feel…” Heeseung says trying to find the right words so he doesn’t sound weird

“Aroused?” Yn asks making the deer freeze

“How’d yoh know?” He asks

“I don’t, I just took a guess from the way you ran away from me” Yn says making Heeseung grain and close his eyes

“This can’t get any worse than this, this is so embarrassing” Heeseung says shaking his head, ears dropping in embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t feel embarrassed it’s normal” Yn says patting his leg

“Really?” Heeseung asks

“Definitely, we’re 18 nothing to feel embarrassed about” Yn says offering him a smile

“You don’t think I’m weird?” He asks

“Of course not, your still my Bambi” Yn says placing a hand on the nape of his neck. Heeseung smiles softly at the feeling leaning into her hand

“What time is it?” Heeseung asks

“It’s about 6, why?” Yn asks

“We should continue to put this together, mom starts dinner around 7 wanna stay?” Heeseung asks hoping she’d say yes

“Of course” Yn says smiling

“I knew it! I told you!” Daniel says throwing a Pringle at Yn

“Yeah whatever, don’t rub it in” Yn says rolling. Her eyes

“Aw that’s cute, he gets hard at the sight of you” he chuckles making Yn go wide eyes

“Can you stop!?” She whisper shouts

“What? I’m Telling the truth, that just shows how beautiful you are” Daniel says

“You are so embarrassing” Yn says

“Did you kiss?” He asks making Yn roll her eyes

“Danny…stop” she says

“What it’s a serious question? Like when are y’all going to get together? What’re you waiting for?” Daniel asks

“I’m waiting on what you waiting on” Yn says making the boy freeze

“What do you mean?” He asks looking at her from his peripheral

“I’m waiting on you to ask out the benz” Yn says smirking

“I don’t know what your talking about” he says throwing one of her throw blankets on his body

“Oh you know what I’m talking, I’m talking about Miss Mercedes-benz” she says pinching his thigh

“I do not like Mercedes!” He whispers slapping her hand away

“Your right. You don’t like her…cause you love her” she says making kissing noises which soon turned to laughter

“Shut the hell up Yn, that’s why Heeseung popped a boner when he hugged you” Daniel says shoving her but she continued her laughter

Whew I had too get back too this series. I missed writing for it. Chapter 7 will be on @brownsugarbaybee’s blog so follow her to be updated

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #enhypen x black reader #black y/n #black!reader #nct x black reader #black kpop stans #seventeen ambw #blackyn #hybed hybrids series

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sunjakes · 1 year

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teaser — pancakes for dinner ; park sunghoon

pairing: classmate!sunghoon x gn!reader genre: fluff, mutual pining, school!au warnings: kinda slowburn?, sunoo best friend and main character agenda, sunghoons a coward /lh word count: 521 for teaser, 4.5k for full fic release date: 24 december at 3pm GMT-5 (read full fic here !!)

something about park sunghoon intrigued you.

maybe it was how he stuttered and stumbled over his words for the first few meetings you two had, but you wanted nothing more than to make him crack. and sunghoon didn't want to admit it to himself, but he fell for you at first glance. you made him more nervous than he usually is in front of people.

once you and sunghoon got seated next to each other in class, you took it as your chance to put your ideas into action:

you wanted to break sunghoon out of whatever shell he was in.

and after a couple of weeks, you can safely say it was working. even sunoo was shocked to see the side his friend was letting out when he was around you.

you made sunghoon laugh and smile more than anyone had ever seen. watching his fang-like teeth poke out from between his lips when you made him laugh extra hard filled your chest with pride. his reputation of being someone cold and shut out was shedding more and more with each passing day. despite how the both of you were always seen as class pets by your peers, you started getting reprimanded by your professors for talking too much during lectures.

"sunghoon hyung, you're never gonna advance with y/n if you don't try to say anything, you know.. what if they actually like you back?"

sunghoon groans at sunoo's comment, a loud thump sounding throughout his bedroom as his head lands against his desk. he knows that sunoo's right, but it doesn't make anything feel any easier. that 'what if' when it comes to you is exactly what's holding him back. if being friends with you is the closest sunghoon will ever be to you, he'd take it in a heartbeat.

"i know, i know... but maybe they just want to be friends. i don't want y/n to persue me because they see me as some charity case.."

hearing a quiet scoff come from sunoo, sunghoon sits up to look at him, finding a pair of sympathetic yet intense eyes gazing at him.

"hyung, i'm not 100% sure what to say outside of this: i wish you could see y/n from an outsider's perspective. i don't think they took a random initiative to talk to you because they see you as a 'charity case' like you seem to think."

the response catches sunghoon off guard, and he looks at sunoo with a quizzical expression. the younger boy just sighs softly and shakes his head, standing up from his seat on sunghoon's bed. gently patting sunghoon's shoulder, sunoo begins to make his way over to the door.

"this may sound cliché and cringy, but i think you should try writing how you feel down... maybe that way, if you ever get the balls to confess to y/n, you won't trip over your words and turn into an actual charity case."

before sunghoon could even get out a syllable of a response, sunoo was out the door, and he was left alone to fester in his own thoughts.

#excited ab this one <333 #sunjakes teasers #enhypen soft hours #enhypen fluff #enhypen drabbles #enhypen oneshots #enhypen imagines #sunghoon soft hours #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon oneshots #sunghoon imagines

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blorbocedes · 2 years

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Did you see the press interviews yesterday where someone asked Lewis about Dan as areserve driver for Mercedes and he said he hoped not cause he wishes for Dan to have a spot in F1 and he's not thinking of retiring for a long time. Imagine being Nyck de Vries and hearing that? His hopes for the Merc seat dying. Toto had to arrange a practice session to keep him interested. AND ACTUALLY I'm now thinking of DR as a merc reserve drive for 2023 and LH retiring and TENSION between who would the seat go to, they have 2 reserve drives, one is a young (lmao) hope, the other an experience guy, who would the seat go to, and it ends up being Ocon or something like that. Sorry, I lost the plot but I'm cracking up

OCON FOR MERC 💀💀💀 WHILE DANIELS RIGHT THERE 🧍‍♂️oh my god ahjdjfkf

Silly season is basically fantasy football for f1 if you think about it. Lewis was right tho, DR should be racing!!!

da fries is getting a Williams seat at best...... even tho his dad isn't a billionaire like goatifi's so who knows when that's happening.

#blorbocedes ask #silly season more like stressy season

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 2 years

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I can imagine ler!spencer giving really gentle, soft tickles after an autistic lee has a meltdown. Only with their consent, of course, since sometimes people touching after a meltdown is very upsetting. And he’s very soft and sweet about it, not his usual teasy self bc he knows you’re feeling emotionally sensitive and 🥺

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- THIS IS THE FIRST THING I READ POST-NAP AND I'M HAPPY STIMMING!!! LIKE FULL ON HAND FLAPPING HAPPYYYY (now turned foot tapping while I type) /gen /pos 💛💛💛💛💛

This idea makes my heart so soft and just reading about this concept makes me feel so SAFE /gen /pos

Meltdowns are so fucking hard to navigate (I usually end up in a nonverbal shutdown right after, which is either oddly comforting, or it feels really scary T-T) and I love this headcanon because Spencer would be so understanding and supportive 🥺 /gen Get ready I'm gonna infodump because this headcanon makes my heart flutter /pos

I can see him softly asking if he can be close by to give you some support, and if you need total space he'll respect it. If you affirm that you want him close by, he'll quietly take a seat next to you. Spencer's very attentive and he can quickly pick up on whether or not an autistic lee goes nonverbal. Following that, I can see him asking them if they need a pressure hug or hand squeeze (squeeze hugs are so comforting but I have to be the initiator. Being touch starved AND touch averse is such a nightmare cycle)

If you feel any embarrassment or shame about the meltdown, Spencer will calmly and very sweetly combat those feelings of shame. I can see him giving an encouraging infodump and reminding you that your meltdowns (or shutdowns, or both) are a response to sensory overwhelm and that you should never be made to feel that there's anything wrong with you, especially when at times you're having to navigate a neurotypical environment that doesn't accommodate or cater to neurodivergent people.

He'll always make sure you're in a little bit better headspace before he asks if you'd be okay with tickles 🥺👉🏾👈🏾 And if you aren't, he'll say that's okay and tell you he's proud of you for communicating that boundary to him (I struggle so bad with setting boundaries so this would be reaffirming and reassuring T-T)

If you are okay with tickles, he'll give the sweetest lil smile and slowly lift his hands and playfully wiggle his fingers, at which point if you already crack a smile or a giggle slips from your lips, Spencer's gonna grin and tell you how happy he is to see that smile or hear that laugh. He'll ask you if it's okay to go for a certain tickle spot and will continue to ask before he changes the spot he's tickling. The tickling is so soft and gentle and the entire time he's doing so, he's giving you encouragement and reassurance and telling you that you're safe, you're loved, you're strong; all the kindest, most caring words because he really wants you to be happy and it hurts his heart when you feel embarrassed, or sad, or scared, or ashamed. He really cares about you 🥺 /gen

(Look at this honeybun's smile oh my GOD 😭🤍)

And everything he says is completely void of a teasing tone. It's just so playful- and sweet and he's reminding you that whenever you want him to stop he'll stop

"There's that wonderful smile!"

"I'm really glad you're giggling again~"

"Are you all tickled out? No? Okay. I'll keep going."

"No more tickles? Alright. Is there anything else I can do to support you right now?"

Spencer loves seeing you slowly start to happy stim when he's tickling you, and just grins more and more as you happy stim more intensely (he knows how you stim when you're distressed vs when you're happy) and he can physically see you slowly but surely recovering a little more and feeling a little better 🥺💜💜💜

AHHHHH YOU'VE GIVEN ME SO MUCH INSPO FOR THE SPENCER FIC SERIES 🥺 Thank you, Scarlet ❤️ /gen /pos

This headcanon has brought me so much joy and I'm gonna be thinking about it all week 😭💚 /lh /pos

#sugar-rambles #sugar-answers #sugars' nd rambles #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickling community #ticklish!reader #nd!reader #nd tickles #neurodivergent tickles #ler!spencer #autistic!reader #amazing-headcanon-submissions

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dreamsclock · 3 years

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this is a gently (not gently /lh) reminder that your manhunt!dream is still in prison and being tortured >:( *insert LET HIM OUT meme*

let him out, you say >:)

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR (this part)

warnings: broken bones, trauma, death, self destructive behaviour, implied torture/abuse, self sacrifice, ambiguous / not happy ending, emotional distress, dark / critical portrayal of c!quackity, dark theme / contents

Dream is a lot of things, but over the course of the past two months, met with unconditional support and care from people who had previously looked at him with hatred and loathing, he’s realised what he’s not: a monster. He’s not good, by any means - he’s mean and he’s angry and he’s hurt people and that won’t erase itself, no matter what he does, nothing will ever erase the trauma he’s caused Tommy and Tubbo, nothing will ever be enough to make up for that. He’s always known that.

But he’s not a monster either, he doesn’t think, because monsters don’t care for anyone or anything, and as much as he tries to deny it, he cares for the other Dream. He cares for the others too, in a much more wary way - he cares about the rest of the Dream Team, both versions, and he cares about the people he’d hurt and the people who had hurt him, and the realisation at first almost destroys him before he comes to terms with it. It sends him careening out of a nightmare into a full blown panic attack it takes him hours to fully recover from - but he’s getting there. He cares and he’s attached and as regrettable as it is, he’s attached to the other Dream, who had sacrificed himself so carelessly for him.

He still doesn’t quite understand why his other self would do that - he wouldn’t have - but he’s grateful. And what’s more, he owes him.

So with Quackity’s ultimatum, Dream knows he has no choice. He has to save Dream.

He doesn’t fall asleep, five nights after his talk with Quackity. Closing his eyes, feigning deep, even breaths and sprawling limbs, Dream waits for George and Sapnap to flop down beside him, waits for Bad to fall asleep reading, and slowly, painstakingly, extracts himself from their casual embraces, stretches out in the low moonlight. It’s hard to breathe, knowing who he’s about to see, knowing what he’s about to do. It’s hard to breathe, and it’s even harder to leave - Dream scolds himself for looking back, taking in the sight of his friends’ easy slumber and wishing more than anything he could join them. But he can’t.

“Thank you,” he murmurs as he turns away, voice catching as it leaves his lips, “for everything.”

He takes his mask with him, pulls it down from next to his cloak - he’ll need it - but doesn’t bother with anything else. All he needs is a book, which he carries on him, and a quill, which he knows Quackity will have. A book, a quill, and time. Terror threatens to bring tears scattering across his eyes, threatens to crack his determinedly casual disposition, but Dream chokes them down, electing to wield a steely expression and cold eyes to meet with his enemy. It’s all he can afford to show.

“You’ve come to your senses, then,” Quackity drawls when he sees Dream approaching Las Nevadas, taking in Dream’s pale face and his downcast gaze, “good, good, I honestly wasn’t sure if you would.”

Dream’s teeth catch on his bottom lip, gnawing it red and raw. “Let him out,” he demands lowly, barely clinging to his composure, “and I’ll give you the revive book knowledge.”

Quackity smiles broadly, and begins to lead him into the Needle. Dream takes a brief moment to admire the country - it’s gorgeous, he’ll admit, Quackity has poured his heart and soul into building it. If he had energy or love left for Quackity, he’d tell him so.

Instead, he coughs, strangely loud in the hush of moonlight, and lets Quackity lead him to a table and two chairs, where a quill waits, along with a bloody axe.

“So you know the deal,” Quackity tells him, gesturing for him to take a seat and sitting down himself, “the revive book for your little friend to get out of prison. I think it’s only fair if you give your side of the bargain first. As soon as you’ve proved the book works, I’ll release Dream.”

Dream eyes him warily, body lined with hard, tense edges. “How do I know you’re not lying to me?” He demands. “You have before.”

Quackity scoffs. “I don’t need to now,” he tells him, “you’re just going to have to trust me. I’m not letting Dream out otherwise.”

“...Fine.” Clenching his teeth, trying to control his breathing the way Bad had taught him (”in for four, hold for four, and out for four,” the demon tells him softly one morning, as Dream struggles for breath, hands squeezing Dream’s gently, “come on, that’s it, you can do it.”), Dream picks up the quill, leg bouncing up and down in nervousness, and begins to write, extracting the knowledge from where it’s been imprinted in his mind and turning it into words on the page.

Quackity leans over the book while he writes, reading the words impatiently and asking demanding brassy questions as they come to his mind. Dream answers them all patiently, and quietly keeps from him the fact that everything he’s writing is complete bullshit. Because he’s a lot of things, and gullible isn’t one of them. He’s not going to risk revealing the actual revive book knowledge to Quackity, who, currently, might be the biggest threat on the server since himself during the Disk Wars. Exhaling, Dream sits back, fidgeting with his fingers and refusing to meet Quackity’s eyes, trying to prepare himself for what is going to come next.

“That’s it,” he tells him quietly, “now let the other Dream out. Now.”

Quackity arches an eyebrow at him. “What, you think I’m stupid?” He asks, scoffing. “Prove to me it works, and then I’ll let him out.”

Dream stares at him. “Prove it?”

“You heard me. Might wanna hurry-” Quackity checks his watch, smiles sardonically. “It’s getting pretty close to my visiting hour.”

It’s now or never. Dream picks up the book, walks over to the edge of the Needle, staring down. “First,” he says, “you need to destroy the book.”

“Okay,” Quackity says, following him to the edge, eyes bright as he absorbs the knowledge, “do it, then. You think this is high enough?”

“I don’t know,” Dream replies honestly, and, dropping the book to the floor, grabs hold of one of Quackity’s wings, twists as hard as he can, and begins pushing Quackity over the edge, “you tell me when you get down there-”

Quackity’s eyes are blown wide in terror and fury. “Dream-”

Dream heaves him over the side. He doesn’t let go of his wing. With a sickening snap, Quackity’s wing dislocates, and Dream drops him, leaving Quackity shrieking out in fear as he falls, only to go silent as his body hits the floor, one wing fluttering uselessly.

[Quackity hit the ground too hard while trying to escape Dream.]

Chest heaving in exertion (he’s not crying, he chants internally, scrubbing at his face roughly, he’s not he’s not he’s not he’s not he’s), Dream dons his mask, making sure it covers everything but his wide grin, and promptly heads down to the bottom of the Needle - after littering it with TNT, after striking flint against steel and jumping down the water elevator to avoid the blast.

The rest of Las Nevadas goes in a similar way - the Eiffel Tower, the theatre, the fucking wedding venue, the restaurant, the casino - until Dream is stumbling through rubble and debris back to the Needle, shaking and trying not to think too deeply about what he’s done, because he knows the moment he does then everything will hit him, and then he’ll be fucked. He needs to stay on this high, needs to stay focused and euphoric until he’s imprisoned, and then he can cry and scream and shout if he really wants to. For now, he has a reputation to uphold.

Because there’s only one way to prove that the wrong Dream has been imprisoned, and it’s by being a monster.

Dream smiles, and the smile is painted red. Despite his trembling limbs, he settles down in his chair again, now on the floor, only just in one piece, picks up his bloodstained book, and waits for the Warden to escort him back to his real home.

#> my writing !!#> swap dream au #> my asks !!#> peppsta #> my friends !!#tw trauma #tw abuse #tw torture #tw broken bones #tw death #tw self sacrifice #c!quackity critical #tw dark themes #tw dark content #tw emotional distress

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