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rose coloured | jjk
Title: rose coloured
[my masterlist]
crossposted to AO3 (follow-up drabble: pay up )
Banner by me, picture from here
This prompt is taken from the wonderful Valentine’s Mix Prompt List from @btswritingcafe (Check it out! There are so many fun prompts on there!)
Scenario 7
Your girl friends all have plans with their partners, leaving you alone and drunk… which leads you to call up an old flame.
Pairing: jungkook x reader
Genre: fluff / post-college!AU
Wordcount: 2,3k
Warnings: alcohol is drunk (bougie rosé champagne) valentine’s day is a scam, hoseok mentions a booty call, cursing is done, people are reminiscing about being drunk in college, mentions of ridiculous costumes, people sport a hangover, friends are getting wined and dined and laid
a/n: fair warning, this has never happened before (this=started, finished and posted a fic in two days), so <throws the fic on the ground and runs away> (Please let me know if you like it. I thrive on feedback!) Also, this is only edited by me and not beta-read.
(Hey Mai! @jinpanman see, there is noooooo angst in here! <3 Thank you for cheering me on while I wrote this!)
Happy Valentine’s Day! (Don’t forget to love yourself today! And if you can’t, I’ll do it for you.)
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“Hello?”
Shit. What did your rosé-induced brain think when you dialed this number? That it was a good idea to call the hottest guy in your contacts? The guy you shared a few classes with during undergrad and then somehow your friend groups mingled for a while, but then graduation came, before you had plucked up enough courage to ask him out, because fuck societal gender norms, and that you hadn’t talked to in a few years? Yeah, stellar idea.
So you do the obvious thing and hang up.
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No my heart cannot take this, this was so fucking cute! I want this so much, where can I get one please?! 🥺 The way that talking to each other without noticing how much time passes is such a glorious thing to find <3
Also I felt “And you tell him that you do it as well, because dude, I work so much with excel tables, I need some sort of rebellious streak.” although I don’t condone the drinking out of the milk carton and have to have a really heard think now what my rebellious streak might be or if I need to get one asap.
Thank you for sharing <3 Also I love the name of your blog <3
rose coloured | jjk
Title: rose coloured
[my masterlist]
Banner by me, picture from here
This prompt is taken from the wonderful Valentine’s Mix Prompt List from @btswritingcafe (Check it out! There are so many fun prompts on there!)
Scenario 7
Your girl friends all have plans with their partners, leaving you alone and drunk… which leads you to call up an old flame.
Pairing: jungkook x reader
Genre: fluff / post-college!AU
Wordcount: 2,3k
Warnings: alcohol is drunk (bougie rosé champagne) valentine’s day is a scam, hoseok mentions a booty call, cursing is done, people are reminiscing about being drunk in college, mentions of ridiculous costumes, people sport a hangover, friends are getting wined and dined and laid
a/n: fair warning, this has never happened before (this=started, finished and posted a fic in two days), so <throws the fic on the ground and runs away> (Please let me know if you like it. I thrive on feedback!) Also, this is only edited by me and not beta-read.
(Hey Mai! @jinpanman see, there is noooooo angst in here! <3 Thank you for cheering me on while I wrote this!)
Happy Valentine’s Day! (Don’t forget to love yourself today! And if you can’t, I’ll do it for you.)
____________________
“Hello?”
Shit. What did your rosé-induced brain think when you dialed this number? That it was a good idea to call the hottest guy in your contacts? The guy you shared a few classes with during undergrad and then somehow your friend groups mingled for a while, but then graduation came, before you had plucked up enough courage to ask him out, because fuck societal gender norms, and that you hadn’t talked to in a few years? Yeah, stellar idea.
So you do the obvious thing and hang up.
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I looove doodle, its such a good song, and I love this too 😍 emotional support biceps seems so on point with Binnie <3
(Also I’m pretty sure I just re-found your blog after a few years and I’m so happy you’re still here too and sharing your beautiful words 😍)
doodle | skz' changbin
title: doodle pairing: changbin x reader warnings: so much cursing, changbin’s arms save lifes wc: 838
genre: tattoo studio!au, technically a meet ugly a/n: prompt no. 10 from this list for @hamsterclaw (thank you for lending your orbs and reading this pre-posting!) and @minisugakoobies and @starlostjimin and @matchy6812
masterlist - read on ao3
You’re not a quitter. Shit. You’re NOT a quitter. Fuck. But the needle looks very needly. Fuckity fuck.
What the fuck did you think? Did you think at all?
You probably didn’t, to be completely honest. Where there’s tequila, there’s regret. But was there even tequila that night?
You blame all the needles needling and making needly sounds for your uncooperative brain pipes and leaky memory.
He’s dipping the thing that sounds like your vibrator but is probably less fun into the ink.
Fuck. Last chance to stop this. Fuck.
He raises an eyebrow. “You know you don’t have to do this right?”
Half agony half hope you look at him. “I don’t?”
“No one’s forcing you.” Oh, sweet summer child. He hasn’t heard of your secret superpower yet. Unyielding stubbornness.
And perpetual shortness of money.
“But I won’t get my money back, right?”
He looks conflicted. You probably look like a miserable puppy. Just less cute and more sweat. You’re also pretty sure, you look like a raccoon. You should have invested in waterproof mascara. But alas. Hindsight.
“Yeah, I thought so.” You close your eyes tightly. “Put it in me, Champ.”
Nothing happens. Why isn’t he starting?
You open one eye and he’s trembling. Not very trustworthy.
Oh. Wait. It’s not him who’s trembling. Your leg shakes like jelly. (Like, seriously, there are little waves.) And your hand mysteriously has found its way onto his bicep that you’re holding onto like a lifebuoy.
He sighs, defeated
“I can’t watch this anymore. I’m making an exception, I’m refunding you.”
He tries to get up. But he didn’t think about the iron grip you have on his arm. If he thought it was that easy, he should probably think again.
You’re many things but easy is not one of them. (Ask your ex. But, also, please don’t.)
Deep in thought you look at the stencil.
“But it is pretty….” If you looked up, you’d see his pleased smile. He prides himself to always cater to his customers’ wishes, but he’s exceptionally happy with this one. Maybe it was your tipsy honesty that night. He would love to see it on your skin.
The stencil’s lines on your thigh make your heart beat a little faster. It’s beautiful. You don’t remember what you told him, when you walked into the studio, handed him your credit card and described what you wanted him to do to you.
Whatever it was, he’s a genius and you want this on you.
He calls your name with a smirk on his face, tearing you from the splashes of colours.
“I can’t put this on you, if you keep holding onto me like this.”
“No No No No.” You fervently shake your head. “This is my emotional support bicep now.” You squeeze for emphasis, and if he’s uncomfortable, he doesn’t show it. You squeeze again for good measure. It’s a good arm. “I can’t let this go, you’ll have to make do. You’re a professional, are you not?” Hopeful you look up to him and find resolve in his gaze. You could drown in his eyes. (Stubborn, broke and a hopeless romantic.)
“Hyunjin!” He calls over to his colleague. “Can you take over? My hands are bound.”
For a second, your blood freezes. He’s not going to leave you alone? He’s not going to abandon you like a ship at sea?
But then he sits down next to you, grabs your hand and exchanges a few words with the quiet blonde one, who had greeted you quietly when you entered the studio.
“Ready?” He’s turned his head, so that his voice is so close to your ear that you can feel his breath on your skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod.
“Is this really okay?” you whisper.
He pats your hand that is still holding onto him.
“I wouldn’t have called him, if I didn’t trust him.”
The man prepping the colourful ink smiles to himself, and you instinctively know that he’ll treasure these words.
“Okay, let’s go.” Hyunjin pats your leg once, letting you know he’s starting and you take a big breath.
A little bit later.
“It’s so pretty!”
You can’t tear your eyes from the little artwork that is now on you. “Thank you.”
Changbin watches you proudly. There’s a sparkle in your gaze that wasn’t there before, and if he could he would pat Hyunjin on the shoulder. He couldn’t have done it better than the young man. He’ll tell him later.
“I did it.”
Lovingly you draw a circle around the compass on your thigh. “I really did it.”
Fuck, you’re cute. And you haven’t let go of his hand yet, and he doesn’t really know what to do about that. And also, fuck you, Christopher, stop giggling.
He’s just gonna sit here a little longer, hold your hand and maybe ask you for a coffee later. Decaf for you.
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“I’m sexy, you’re sexy and I want you to stick the pointy things in me.” (Y/N, 2023)
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Ⓒaugustbutwinter april2023 (Please don’t repost. If you like it, reblog it, leave a heart, drop me an ask or a message. I’d love to hear from you! Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you liked it! I thrive on feedback like a thirsty houseplant!)
I loved this 😍 also I would change that warning to “excellent puns” 🙌 “gentle chicken parenting” and the whole cock inner debate took me out 😆
Chicken Date - ATEEZ' KYS
Pairing: yeosang x gn!reader, gn!reader x various chicks and a cock
Prompts from this list Thank you @onecentwriter for the fun list!
"everything would be a lot easier if you fucking sat still."
"if you're trying to manipulate me, it's not working."
"yeahhhh no. we're not doing that."
Summary: your nearest neighbour’s chickens keep escaping to your garden (Thank you @hamsterclaw for providing the initial prompt for this!)
WC: 1.2k
Warnings: bad puns and the author plays very loosely with blooming dates of flowers and can’t bring herself to care for the sake of this fic. Pls roll with it.
A/N: I think we can agree that there's no better pairing than Yeosang and the chicken from the 'Work" MV (okay, maybe Hongjoong and the goat from 'Bouncy' - Anyway. Please enjoy this little drabble. And my infinite THANXX goes out to @hobivore who has been the G.O.A.T beta-reader and hype person! LOVE!
AO3//Masterlist
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Chicken Date
“Everything would be a lot easier, if you fucking sat still."
You know chickens are highly intelligent. Supposedly, they can recognize up to 100 faces, do mathematical sums and can recall events from their past.
Big emphasis on supposedly. And maybe other chickens were smart.
Maybe some of them were even familiar with the Pythagorean theorem.
This one, however, squints at you in a borderline idiotic manner and clucks a quiet cluck. It keeps its eyes trained on you while picking at the marigolds you had planted along the edges of your little garden.
Little fucker. It’s either Hen Solo or Henrietta, you think. Anyway, it’s one of your neighbour’s silkies. Your knowledge of chicken breeds has expanded further than you could have ever imagined in the last few months. Which would be fine on its own; you like knowledge. But you would prefer, if it didn’t coincide with all of your flowers being eaten.
You sigh. Yeosang and his gentle chicken parenting would be the death of you (read: your flower garden) one day.
He swears it makes his chickens more relaxed and the yolks golden and creamy. You swear if one of his chickens ends up in your garden and in your flowers one more time, there’s gonna be soy-garlic glazed chicken for dinner. Which would be much more cruel than keeping them in a nice outdoor enclosure. Wouldn’t it, Yeosang? you think pointedly.
“Come on, stop it.” You try reasoning next. “Come here, I’ll bring you home.” You’ve seen him carry them around in his arms so you open them wide to look inviting. “Come on over, I’ll bring you home, be a good chick.”
Nothing. It picks on another yellow flower. You groan. It clucks. And doesn’t move other than picking at more flowers. Flowers you had planted with your heart and soul and the last of your nerves.
You’re not a born gardener but you try your best. It relaxes you to have dirt under your fingernails and it distracts you from your day to day in the city, inputting all types of data, clicking away on a white and sterile keyboard.
You choose to change tactics and move closer. A strategic mistake. The hen moves further away, dangerously close to the echinacea–your pride and joy.
The sun is blazing down. The sweat in your neck rolls down your back.
Damn it, Yeosang and his stupid newfangled pedagogical approach.
You curse the city boy that had moved into the house next to yours after the owner–a man you never even saw–had left the premises to his estranged distant nephew, a fresh faced young man from the city. Who had promptly started to curate a colourful flock of chickens.
The fact that you’re also only here on the weekends to escape the city is additional information that shouldn’t have any significance to the reader, in your opinion. At least you don’t have livestock that makes your neighbours’ lives a living hell.
Which–in your humble, but definitely correct opinion–is 100% what Yeosang is doing.
Yeosang, who seems to have made it his life’s mission to make your life’s mission– have a pretty garden in order to keep your millennial stress at bay–next to impossible.
Not a day goes by without one of his chickens visiting you.
Not once have you managed to catch and bring them back though. Your wild goose chase usually ends with the chicken deciding to go back home on their own and with you sitting on the floor contemplating all your life choices.
Which is exactly what happens next. As if called by a soundless call, the chicken lifts its head and with a little bok-bok-bok starts strutting towards the bushes that serve as the border between yours and Yeosang’s house, dives in, and disappears.
You sigh. Peace. At last.
You do need to speak to Yeosang about this though. This is unacceptable. You hope you don’t stumble over your words again the next time you see him. He has a very pretty smile.
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“If you're trying to manipulate me, it's not working.”
Attila the Hen cocks her head and tries to pass you by on the left side. You step into her way. She tries to duck right. You block. She clucks.
You sigh.
“Girl, I know they’re pretty, but they’re also going to kill you.”
The azaleas are blooming early this year. It’s barely April, but your garden is already exploding in pinks.
“Tilly,” you warn as the hen tries to dodge your defence. “Don’t.” You raise your brow as she starts purring seductively. “Don’t even try, I’m not letting you through.”
A day later finds you on your knees.
Damn it, Yeosang. The things that man makes you do without him even asking.
With a hammer you drive the posts into the ground. This should keep Tilly and the others out.
You’re definitely not thinking about the sparkle in your neighbour’s eyes when he told you about the pretty new chicken breed he’s planning to add to his ever growing flock.
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Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato flutter around happily in the rain, peeping and chirping.
“We have to stop meeting like this.” You try to wipe the mud from your face. “Stupid teenagers.”
The rain falls in steady, heavy drops and the ground has turned into a large puddle of mud.
You can’t believe it’s come down to this.
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“Yeah, no, we’re not doing that.”
“What?” Yeosang seems genuinely confused. And you hate that it’s a good look on him, but you refuse to be led on. You refuse to fall victim to a cheesy line of a horny man.
Yes, you might have adopted half of his flock. Yes, Cluck Norris loves to chill on your porch. Yes, Henrietta actually loves getting cuddles from you now.
But you draw the line at: “Let me show you a real cock.”
Fuck, the fact you hesitated shows you’re probably in too deep already.
Also, you have a tiny chick on your arm that’s peeping softly, leaning into your touch. Why would Yeosang think this would be the right moment to make a move?
What a fuckboy.
But you’re mature enough to recognize you are tempted to give in. You’re a red-blooded adult. Yeosang is a hot dude. Still.
“Yeah, no, we’re not doing that.”
“But.” He draws his brows together. “You cannot seriously name her Brian.”
Her? Your cheeks grow hot. Shit, is he still talking chickens?
“Come over, we can check out her dad, I just got him last season, one of the prettiest sebrights I have ever laid my eyes upon.”
Oh. Something inside you deflates, and you hope your face doesn't show… (Wait, are you actually disappointed about him not coming on to you?)
“Are you okay?” Yeosang studies your face, since you haven’t reacted to anything he has said.
You look away and proceed to gently pat Brian’s (Shut up!) head, still embarrassed about misreading the whole situation.
“Oh.” Now he blushes “Wait, you didn’t think I meant…”
You interrupt him. “Don’t be stupid.” You start walking past him, bumping your shoulder purposefully into his. “Let’s go, show me that stupid cock of yours.” Over your shoulder you shout,“I bet it’s tiny.”
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Ⓒaugustbutwinter september2024 (Please don’t repost. If you like it, reblog it, leave a heart, drop me an ask or a message. I’d love to hear from you! Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you liked it! I thrive on feedback like a thirsty houseplant!)