I Am Working On A Request Right Now, But After That I Wanted To Write Something Based On The Song Gold

hii<3 heres a request for ethan where he has a huge crush on the reader but the reader has a really terrible boyfriend & ethan confesses when he sees the boyfriend cheating and its just a bunch of angst. sorry this is all long i hope you can get to this! love ur writing btw !!

HI ANON 🩷🩷🩷 I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS IDEA IM REALLY SORRY I HAVENT GOTTEN THE CHANCE TO GET TO IT BUT I WILL EITHER THIS WEEK OR THE NEXT

jude and trent post match pics please🤞🥹

Future Promises

Dae-ho x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: violence. blood and injury. murder. character death (not reader).

Summary: When a fight breaks out in the bathroom, Y/N gets caught in the middle of it. When the eliminated players are announced, Dae-ho panics.

Requested: Yes

Squid Game Masterlist

The divide in the room was clear. Each side equal in terms of numbers yet Y/N could feel the murderous gazes from the ‘O’ side of the room. While others around her talked to one another, trying to ease some of the tension, Y/N sat on her own. She wasn’t too far away from the rest of the group but she was far enough away to be able to breathe. 

For the entire duration of her time in the games, she didn’t have a single change to calm her body down. Even when she slept she was always on high alert. Taking a step away from everyone was what was best for her right now– especially when she needed to prepare to defend herself if it came to that. Y/N didn’t miss the way each player had received a glass bottle and a metal fork with their meal when they hadn’t before. Her fork was securely concealed in her jacket. 

Y/N rested her head on the cool tile wall and sighed. The room seemed much larger now compared to when she had woken up only days ago– though to her it seemed like weeks. There were only one hundred players left out of four hundred and fifty six and somehow Y/N was one of them. Though she might not have been if it wasn’t for one particular person. 

Kang Dae-ho was someone Y/N never thought she would see in these games. They weren’t exactly friends before the games, only worked at the same part-time job. But seeing him was like a breath of fresh air. If it wasn’t for him, Y/N was sure that she would have been killed during the mingle game. The whole time, he had kept her hand firmly clasped in his. When the final round called for two players, he didn’t hesitate to pull her along to a room, pushing her in first before himself. The fear Y/N had felt during that game– if Dae-ho hadn’t been by her side she would have froze up and never left that rotating platform. 

“Y/N,” a familiar voice called to her before she felt the warm and comforting presence sitting beside her. “What are you doing over here on your own?”

Y/N opened her eyes, not realising she had closed them. “I needed to step away for a bit.”

Dae-ho’s thigh pressed against hers. “Tell me next time. I didn’t know where you went.”

Y/N turned to him and offered him a small tight lipped smile. “I’m okay.”

Dae-ho didn’t return her smile, already knowing that it wasn’t genuine. From where his hands were resting in his lap, Y/N watched as they twitched– hesitantly decided if they should reach out to her. Taking the initiative, Y/N held her hand out. A small flash of surprise appeared on Dae-ho’s face before he gently held her hand in his, linking their fingers together. 

The corner of Y/N’s lips tugged up in a smile as she rested her head against the cool tile wall. “I don’t think I’ve told you but I’m glad you’re here. Well, not here exactly– but here with me. Seeing someone I recognised made me feel…safer. So thank you.”

Dae-ho’s gaze was fixated on their clasped hands. “Don’t thank me. Honestly seeing you here made me feel safer even though I hate that you are trapped here too.”

“We both made a stupid choice by phoning that number,” Y/N said. “When we get out of here, let’s not phone any strange numbers in the future.”

A quiet laugh emitted from Dae-ho and caused Y/N to smile. “Agreed.”

A silence washed over them but it was comfortable and if Y/N closed her eyes, she could pretend that they were in the break room at their shitty job. Instead of bidding goodbye at the end of the day like she usually did, she would take the risk and ask him for dinner. Finally doing what her friend had demanded of her when she first started the job and asking her attractive coworker out.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Y/N said, standing to her feet, her hand slipping out of Dae-ho’s. 

“I’ll go with you,” Dae-ho offered, quickly standing with her. 

“To the women’s bathroom?” Y/N asked, a soft chuckle leaving her lips. 

For a short moment, Dae-ho seemed embarrassed but it quickly seemed to fade. “I’ll keep watch outside.”

A small genuine smile tugged at her lips as she rested her hands on his biceps. “I’ll be fine. You don’t need to protect me, you’ve done that enough already.”

“I’m sorry,” a woman a little older than Y/N said. Y/N glanced at the woman’s number. Player 91. “I overheard you going to the bathroom. We could go together, safety in numbers. I noticed some other women go there not too long ago.”

Y/N turned her attention back to Dae-ho. “See, I’ll be fine.”

There seemed to be nothing that could convince Dae-ho but the moment she leant up and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek all rational thoughts swimming through his mind seemed to evaporate. Y/N laughed and gently trailed her hands down his arms to his hands, offering him a comforting squeeze. “I’ll be fine.”

Slowly, Dae-ho nodded. “Be safe.”

As she took a step back from Dae-ho, he held onto her hands until she was too far to comfortably hold onto them. Y/N allowed her hands to slip from his but the moment his warmth fell away, she craved it once more. Y/N pushed her hands into the pockets of her jacket and offered Dae-ho one final parting smile before following the woman to the bathroom. 

***

Y/N watched as the water dripped from her chin back into the sink as she sighed. She could only hope that not everyone was bright enough to realise they could freely harm anyone that opposes their vote and in the morning they would be able to vote and return home. 

“So you voted to return home?” a woman said, approaching Y/N. 

Y/N didn’t bother to look at the woman as she answered. “Clearly, and anyone with a few brain cells would realise that is the best option for everyone here.”

The woman hummed. “Didn’t you vote to continue the games during the first vote?”

“I did,” Y/N answered. “It was a selfish decision and I regret it.”

“What changed your mind?” the woman questioned. 

“After nearly dying during the second game, I realised that risking my life for money isn’t worth it,” Y/N said, her grip tightening on the skin as Dae-ho’s face flushed in her mind. 

During the six-legged pentathlon, their small group of five was already decided until Jun-hee came along asking to join their team. The moment she found out the younger girl was pregnant, Y/N didn’t hesitate to join another team. 

Dae-ho insisted that he should be the one who left but Y/N refused and found another team, she was one of the first to complete it with one second to spare. For hours she had sat on her bed watching the door waiting for Dae-ho to enter, her anxiety rising when he never entered. When he finally did, Y/N’s heart rate still refused to drop. From then she realised that no matter how much money she would get if she continued to play, it wasn’t worth nearly losing Dae-ho and the other friends she had made. But just the thought of losing Dae-ho sent Y/N into a panic she didn’t see coming. 

“So those who died during those games didn’t matter to you? Only your life matters?” the woman said, continuing to pester Y/N. 

Finally Y/N turned and faced the woman. “Realistically those people would have died anyway. If I wasn’t in these games then nothing would change, someone else would be here in my place and everything would turn out exactly the same.” Y/N glanced at the blue patch on the woman’s jacket. “Seems like you don’t seem to care if people die or not considering you are too fucking selfish and you want more money.”

“Careful how you speak to me,” the woman said. “Once all of you who voted to leave are gone, us who voted to stay will each have over 800 million won each.” Slowly, the woman raised her hand, a silver fork shining in the dim lighting. The fork was pressed  against Y/N’s neck as she looked at the woman standing before her. Despite the situation, Y/N didn’t feel intimidated by the women at all, she was shorter and  was physically weaker than Y/N. 

“I’m only going to say this once,” the woman said, lowering her voice. “Change your vote, continue the games. If you do, I will make sure you get through to the end and get your share of the money.”

No matter how hard she tried, Y/N failed to contain the laughter that slipped past her lips. “I’d believe it if you weren’t threatening me right now. How am I meant to believe you won’t backstab me in the next game?”

The fork was pressed deeper against her neck and Y/N winced. “You need to trust me,” the woman said. 

“Trust a woman who is one movement away from plunging a damn fork into my neck? I think I’ll naively believe that someone will come to their senses and change their vote by morning,” Y/N replied. “Now take that fork away from my neck.”

“Or what?” the woman asked, an unhinged smile spreading across her face. 

“The group that voted to stay are currently outnumbered in this bathroom, five to nine. If you fight, you’ll be overpowered,” Y/N answered as the two other women who voted to stay slowly walked up to join the quiet altercation. 

“You’ll never win,” the woman said, the fork leaving Y/N’s neck. “We may be outnumbered but you have more elders on yours, one punch to the head and they’ll be out cold.”

As Y/N glanced around at the other women in the bathroom, she noticed that most of them were older and looked as if they could not handle themselves in a fight. Y/N sighed. “Do you really care about getting a bit of extra money? If we vote to leave now we still each get a large amount of money. What if you die in the next game? Your last thoughts will be ‘why didn’t I leave when I had the chance?’”

“You don’t know a thing about me!” the woman exclaimed. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back to the sink. “I know that you’re an idiot if you chose to stay in this hellhole.”

The woman didn’t respond verbally. Instead she gripped the back of Y/N’s jacket, yanking her away from the sink. As Y/N stumbled on her feet, the woman sent a punch to her jaw, knocking off her balance completely. 

The moment Y/N’s back hit the floor, hell broke loose as people began fighting one another. It was just as the woman said, there were a lot more women who were physically weaker on Y/N’s side. Almost immediately Y/N watched as a few of them had already hit the floor, a pool of blood forming below them. Y/N didn’t take long to get back to her feet. Y/N wasn’t a particular skilled fighter, she had learnt basic self defense and had never had a reason to use it. Just as Y/N thought, the woman was physically weaker than Y/N as she easily overpowered the woman, gripping tightly onto her hair. 

“Just vote to leave!” Y/N yelled. “How stupid can fifty people be?”

The woman struggled to get out of Y/N’s grip. “I’ll vote to leave when all of you are dead!” she snapped. 

Y/N held tightly onto the woman’s hair as she threw her down on the floor. Before Y/N could think, she grabbed the fork concealed in her pocket and jammed it into the woman’s shoulder. The woman’s eyes widened as she cried out in pain. Y/N yanked the fork out and stood to her feet. There were still others fighting around her yet all she could do was stare down at the woman on the floor. Y/N hadn’t killed her, only injured her, yet she still felt the guilt of that weigh heavily on her shoulders. 

Before Y/N could even think about moving there was a force that sent her to the ground and she scrambled to get away before a force was pressed upon her body and she was harshly turned on her back. A more muscular woman sent a punch to her face before Y/N even had the chance to block it. With her vision blurry, Y/N failed to see the fork slamming down at full force towards her. 

***

Dae-ho sat looking in the direction where Y/N had left with the other woman to go to the bathroom anxiously shaking his leg. There was something clawing inside of him that told him that something bad was going to happen. Of course he had noticed the forks everyone had been given and Gi-hun had only solidified Dae-ho’s beliefs that it wasn’t unintentional. 

Y/N had been gone for a while and it took Jung-bae forcing Dae-ho to remain seated instead of storming after her. 

“I never asked,” Jung-bae spoke, noticing that Dae-ho became considerably more anxious, “how do you know Y/N?”

“We work together,” Dae-ho answered, not tearing his eyes from where she had disappeared. “It’s a shitty part time job but that's all that would hire me. I don’t know why she is still there– she has so much potential.”

Jung-bae hummed. “It seems as if you admire Y/N a lot.”

“I do,” Dae-ho said with no hesitation. “Before now, we only ever spoke at work, but she was always so nice and friendly to me. I watched her interact with customers too and she always greets them with a smile and tries to make them smile. Afterwards I would always find her in the break room exhausted but she would always sit and talk to me if I was on my break. Once she shared that she wished to become an artist but her parents told her that it wasn’t a sustainable career so she gave up.”

“It sounds like a lot more than admiration you have for her,” Jung-bae teased. 

Dae-ho quickly shook his head. “No, it's not anything like what you’re thinking of.”

“How about I ask Y/N when she comes back?” Jung-bae suggested. 

“No!” Dae-ho exclaimed, causing Jung-bae to laugh. Dae-ho sighed. “Okay, maybe it is like that.”

“The following players have been eliminated,” the cheerful voice sounded throughout the room. 

Dae-ho’s heart instantly dropped to the floor as he looked at Jung-bae, fear coursing through his veins. 

“Player 201. Player 449. Player 091–”

“That’s the player who went with Y/N,” Dae-ho said, fear evident in his tone. 

The players entered the room one by one and Dae-ho’s heart rate increased. From the looks of things, it wasn’t only the women who had gotten into a fight in the bathroom as the men walked out too, blood covering each and every one of them. The cheerful voice continued to list the numbers of the players who had been eliminated and Dae-ho’s fear rose after each and every one. He should have somehow gone with her to make sure that she was okay. 

The voice stopped listing off the eliminated players just as Y/N stepped into the room, the guard closing the door behind her. Blood covered her neck and stained her jacket. Smeared blood covered her hands too as she slowly stepped further into the room shaken up. 

“Count your players!” 

The room immediately broke into chaos as each side counted their players and how many each side lost. Dae-ho didn’t care as he ran over to Y/N. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” He asked, looking at the injury on her neck. 

“They attacked us,” Y/N muttered. “I didn’t want to hurt them but I did.”

Slowly, Dae-ho reached forward until he held his hands in front of hers. Without thought, she held onto them tightly as if grounding herself. 

“They attacked you first, you were only defending yourself,” Dae-ho reassured. 

Y/N slowly looked up at him. “I know but–”

“But nothing,” Dae-ho said, slowly pulling Y/N closer to where the rest of the group were standing.

Y/N nodded, squeezing his hands once more. “Can we sit down somewhere?”

Dae-ho gently guided her over to where Gi-hun and the others were sitting as someone counted how many of the whole group there was. Dae-ho gestured for Y/N to sit down first before he sat down next to her, his arm wrapping protectively around her waist, her body leaning closer to him. 

“What happened to your neck?” Dae-ho questioned looking at the long scratches down the back of her neck that ventured under her collar. 

“It happened just before the guards came in to break up the fight,” Y/N muttered, her hand seeking out Dae-ho’s. “If they didn’t come in that second, I’m sure that woman would have finished me off.”

Dae-ho noticed the distant look in her eyes and squeezed her hand to snap her out of it. “Hey, I know it’s hard but try not to think about that right now.”

“What else is there to think about?” Y/N replied, her voice sounding exhausted. 

Dae-ho shrugged, his thumb gliding across her knuckles. “Our job?”

“I nearly died and your response is to talk about our shitty job?” Y/N said. 

“You’re talking about it though,” Dae-ho muttered. “And I was going to ask you, what will you do when you get out of here? You can’t stay in that job for the rest of your life.”

“Pay off my debts,” Y/N answered. “After that, I honestly don’t know.”

“You wanted to become an artist, why don’t you start there?” Dae-ho suggested. 

Y/N looked at him, disbelief clear in her eyes. “You remember that conversation?”

“Of course,” Dae-ho replied. Y/N looked at him– really looked at him. The look immediately made Dae-ho heat up under his collar. 

“I didn’t think anyone really listened when I talked about what I am passionate about,” Y/N admitted. 

“I listened,” Dae-ho replied. 

“Why have we never spoken outside of work?” Y/N asked.

“Probably because we both hate our job and pretend that it doesn’t exist once our shift is over,” Dae-ho replied. 

A soft huff of laughter left Y/N and Dae-ho couldn’t stop the way his heart lifted at the sound. 

“That is true,” she said. “How about when we get out of here, we change that? This definitely isn’t the place or time to say this, but I have liked spending time with you and you have honestly saved me so many times and made this whole thing even the slightest bit bearable. So when we get out of here, why don’t we go for dinner? I’ll pay, it’s the least I can do.”

A wide grin formed on Dae-ho’s face as he nodded. “That would be nice.”

Y/N gave him a smile in return before she rested her head on his shoulder, relaxing her body into his side. The gentle grip he had on her waist tightened as he pulled her closer to his body. While Gi-hun spoke to the group in a hushed tone, Dae-ho only remained half listening as he held onto Y/N. A new sense of survival overcame him– he would get him and Y/N out no matter what. 

Okay here me out so reader is friends with all of beta squad and Niko and chunks figures out she had a fat crush on Sharky and they start playing matchmaker for her

Matchmakers Extraordinaire - Sharky

When Niko and Chunkz discovers your crush on Sharky, they take it upon themselves to play matchmaker with chaotic, meddling schemes that somehow actually work.

Masterlist.

You've never been great at keeping secrets. At least not when Niko and Chunkz are involved. The two schmucks got this way of reading you like an open book and it doesn't help that they're nosy as hell.

It all starts at one of the usual Beta Squad hangouts, everyone sprawled out in the mansion's living room, arguing over which takeaway to order. You're half-paying attention, mostly watching Sharky from the corner of your eye as he bickers with Kenny over the merits of chicken wings versus pizza.

You don't even notice that your eyes have been lingering a little too long until Niko's stupidly loud laugh startles you. 

"Oi! You tryna undress him with your eyes, or what?" Niko called out with a smug grin, mostly joking at first to get a reaction.

You felt your face flames up instantly. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" You shot back, trying to play it off but it's too late because you saw Chunkz is grinning like the cat that got the cream.

"Ohhhh, I see what's going on" Chunkz as he hummed, nudging Niko with his elbow. 

"Someone's got a little crush on Sharky, huh?" Chunkz added with a smug grin.

"I do not!" You said, too defensively and already feeling the need to disappear into the couch. 

"Yeah, right. You've been eyeing him like he's the last glass of water in the desert. Just admit it" Niko said as he gave you a look so skeptical it almost hurts. 

"You know what this means, right?" Chunkz said while he leans in, voice dropping conspiratorially. 

"What?" You said as you squint at him suspiciously. 

"Matchmaking duties. Don't worry, we've got you" Chunkz said while he grins, all too pleased with himself. 

"Please don't do anything weird--" You said, already feeling your stomach flips. 

"It's already too late" Niko cuts in, and you swear you can see gears turning in his head. 

"By next week, Sharky's gonna be confessing his undying love for you" Niko teased.

"You guys are ridiculous" You said as you rolled your eyes, even as your heart races. 

"Ridiculously good at this. Trust me" Chunkz said as he gave you a wink. 

And from that moment on, your peaceful existence is absolutely ruined. Niko and Chunkz take it upon themselves to set up every possible scenario with multiple trials to get you and Sharky alone together.

Trial number one: The "Accidental" Partner Switch

The Beta Squad decided to film another dumb challenge, some sort of cooking competition that requires partners. It's random as always, but somehow you end up paired with Sharky.

"Wait, I swear I was with Kenny a second ago" Sharky says, glancing around.

"Yeah, but then Kenny said he's got some, uh, chicken-related trauma---can't be around raw meat or something. So you and Y/N, congrats!" Niko said as he smirked, waving his hand dismissively. 

"Chicken-related trauma?" You said with a confused blink. 

"Very tragic. Anyway, you two have fun. Remember, cooperation is key. And, you know, flirting while you cook is always a plus" Chunkz said, backing Niko's ridiculous waffle while he nods solemnly. 

"Why are you always chatting nonsense?" You said but Sharky just laughed. 

"Am I?" Chunkz said while he grins before turning to fiddle with the camera but his wink in your direction doesn't go unnoticed.

Trial number two: The Party Push

It's another one of the chaotic house parties. You're about to make a beeline for the snacks when Chunkz pulls you aside.

"Yo, Sharky's been looking for you" Chunkz said randomly, as if he was talking about the weather.

"Why?" You said as your eyes widen, already getting weird sensations in your stomach. 

"I dunno. Maybe he wants to ask you to dance? Better find him quick, innit?" He shrugs, but there's a glint in his eyes that promised chaos. 

Before you can respond, Chunkz is already steering you toward the living room where Sharky's chatting with some randoms.

"Bruv, you're slacking. Y/N's right here, waiting for you" Niko said as he nudges Sharky hard enough to make him stumble a little. 

"Uh, hey. You wanna... wanna dance or something?" Sharky said as his eyes widen for a moment before keeping composure and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. 

"Sure, why not?" You said, with a real genuine smile.

Despite the feeling of being able to murder Chunkz along with Niko, but that awkwardly hopeful look on Sharky's face makes you nod. 

Trial number three: The "Trapped in a Room" Trick

"Can you grab the snacks from the guest room? Thanks!" Niko calls out.

You've barely taken two steps into the room before you hear the door shut behind you.

Turning around, you find Sharky on the other side of the door, looking just as confused. 

"Uh... you looking for snacks too?" Sharky said while awkwardly standing there with not a single coherent thought in his mind.

"Niko told me to come in here for them" You said as you raised an eyebrow. 

"Same... and now the door's locked" Sharky said then letting out a sigh once the sound of the door locking echoes. 

Your phone buzzes, and you glance down at the text from Niko.

"You're both locked in until you sort out your weird tension. You're welcome"

"I'm going to kill him" You said with a groan. 

"He's such a prick. But since we're stuck... might as well keep me entertained, yeah?" Sharky said as he just chuckled, leaning against the wall. 

His smile is charming enough to make you forget your irritation for a moment.

Trial number four: The Coffee Shop Conspiracy

You're running late to meet the boys at a cafe. When you arrive, it's just Sharky sitting there with an empty seat across from him.

"Where's everyone else?" you asked, sliding into the seat.

"Oh, they said they were on their way. You want something to drink?" Sharky said.

You nod, and Sharky goes up to order for you and that's when your phone pings. A notification from Chunkz.

"Slight change of plans. It's just you and Sharky today. Call it a date. Have fun! ;)"

Your eyes narrow at the screen but before you can even think about texting them a scathing reply, Sharky's back with your drink and that ridiculously endearing smile.

"Hope I got it right," Sharky said, passing the drink to you.

He did. 

Because of course he remembers.

"Yeah, you did" you said softly, cheeks warm. 

Trial number five: The Successful Set Up

You're not sure how, but somehow you ended up on a little day out with Sharky. Just the two of you.

It started with Niko messaging you, insisting that you had to check out the new rooftop arcade he found because "It's got your name written all over it" And then, of course, Chunkz somehow got Sharky to tag along with a suspiciously similar message.

It's all so obvious you can barely roll your eyes anymore but you're here and it's fun. More than fun, really. The games are great, the view is incredible and Sharky's competitive streak is so entertaining that you almost forget how hard you're crushing on him. Almost.

At some point, the two of you find yourselves sharing a booth at a small diner nearby, drinks in hand, and laughing about how badly Sharky's aim sucks at the basketball arcade game.

"I swear, those hoops were rigged" Sharky insists with a grin.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that" You teased. 

"I've seen you trip over your own feet, so I don't think hand-eye coordination's your strong suit either" You added.

Sharky narrows his eyes at you, but it's playful, his smile never really fading. 

"Okay, that's fair. Maybe I'm just more of a thinker than a doer" Sharky said.

"Oh, sure. You just think really hard about missing shots" You said.

"You know, this was... nice. Just us" Sharky said with a laugh, leaning back in the booth, and for a second, his gaze lingers on you. 

The admission feels like a confession and you can't help but swallow nervously. 

"Yeah. It was" You said, feeling the tension rising between you two

His fingers drum against the table before he speaks again, eyes dropping to his drink like he's shy all of a sudden. 

"Would you... want to do this again? Like, just us?" Sharky said, looking at you with the same hopeful expression in his eyes that you can't seem to say no to.

Is he...?

No, he's definitely asking you out. 

"I'd like that" You said, barely keeping your voice steady. 

And his smile could probably light up the whole damn city.

The next time you're all hanging out, you try to keep things casual. Not that it matters because the second you step into the room with Sharky, you know Niko and Chunkz can smell the change.

You barely sit down before Niko's making obnoxious smooching noises and nudging Chunkz with his elbow. 

"Look at them! They're practically glowing. I told you our genius plan would work!" Niko said, vibrating with energy.

"Of course it worked. Who do you think you're talking to? Matchmaking extraordinaire, fam" Chunkz said as he leaned back with the most self-satisfied grin on his face.

"More like 'meddling pricks'" Sharky grumbles, but there's no heat to his words. In fact, he's smiling, too, even when he's pretending to be annoyed.

"You two are the most obvious schemers I've ever seen" You said as you shoved Niko's shoulder, groaning. 

"Obvious but effective" Chunkz counters smoothly. 

"And judging by the fact you two walked in looking all cozy, I'd say you should be thanking us" Chunkz added.

You exchange a glance with Sharky, and his eyes are twinkling with amusement. 

"You know what? Fine. You two get credit" You said.

"YES! That's all I needed. Now, invite me to the wedding, yeah?" Niko said teasingly with a laugh. 

"Okay, slow down, you're still on thin ice" You said with a laugh.

"You say that but you're the one who actually let our schemes work. You're welcome, by the way" Chunkz said as he shrugs. 

Maybe they are obnoxious and nosy and absolutely terrible at subtlety but they're also your friends and maybe, just maybe, they were right this time.

- end -

Hey my lovelies!! Miss me? HAAA

I'm sorry for ghosting you lot, I've been hella busy for monthss 

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

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⟡ summary: just a lovely morning with your boyfriend.

⟡ content: very fluffy, clingy jude, established relationship, short, around three hundred words.

⟡ notes: had this in my drafts for a while, so thought i should post this because i have too many. requests are open:))

⟡ streaming: tip toe by hybs.

⟡ masterlist.

mornings with jude were usually hectic and far from peaceful. you would quickly get ready for your respective commitments and barely have any time for each other before rushing out the door.

but today was different. it was friday, and jude had been granted a few days off due to a shoulder injury. despite the unfortunate circumstances, jude was excited about the prospect of spending the entire day with you.

his plan was to stay in bed all morning, cuddling and making up for lost time, if you know what i mean. however, you had other plans in mind.

you were accustomed to waking up early and being productive. so as you attempted to free yourself from jude’s firm hold, he unconsciously grunted, his body pressing against yours.

nevertheless, you paid no attention to his murmurs and left the bed, causing jude to grumble even more.

“come back to bed,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. you couldn’t help but find it endearing how much he longed for you. “i’m tired,” he added, lightly tapping your pillow.

deciding to tease him, you donned an exaggerated pout and adopted a whiny tone, as if speaking to a child. “oh, you’re tired? i’m so sorry baby, it must be so difficult for you.”

jude expressed his annoyance, stating, “actually, scratch that. when i said i was tired, what i really meant was that i’m tired of you being a sarcastic little shit.”

you chuckled, returning to the bed with a gentle smile. “well, i’m your sarcastic little shit.” you playfully remarked, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

jude seized the chance to embrace you, shifting his position so that he loomed over you with his much larger frame, making you nearly invisible beneath him.

“jude!” you gasped for breath, “do need to remind you that you’re six feet tall? you’re not exactly on the small side!”

he seemed unfazed by the fact that his weight was completely crushing you, and retorted mockingly, “i’m actually six foot one, baby.”

rolling your eyes, you chose not to respond and surrendered to jude’s agenda for the day.

to be fair, it wasn’t too bad at first. however, once his snoring started again, all you desired was to kick him from the bed.

spiderman!ethan brain rot is real

can we get some like 'junho is the type of husband' pls??? ❤️❤️❤️ doesnt have to be full story just fluff!! 🙏

Jun-ho is the type ...husband!edition 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Jun-ho is the type...husband!edition

Pairing: husband!Jun-ho x wife!fem!reader Warnings: F L U F F

Jun-ho is the type to wake up five minutes before you and get caught between wanting to snuggle you and kiss your forehead silly, but would absolutely never wish to disturb you. He will then fall back asleep with his body ever-so-slightly touching yours for reassurance...then sleep through three alarm clocks.

Jun-ho is the type to offer you all the blankets before you go to sleep, covering you in them, wrapping you up and squishing you through the fabric to relish your softness and delighted purrs at being so snug – and he gets to cuddle you harder without worry of hurting you with his fervour. In the middle of the night, however, all the blankets are oddly confiscated to his side of the bed, leading you to sleepy tug-o-wars. He’s very apologetic if he wakes and realises the situation.

Jun-ho is the type to warm you up and cover you being the big spoon, he loves feeling protective and close to you. When his chest is against your back, he knows you feel his heart and feels very connected to you. His hand always finds the top of your head and does little twirls in your hair as he humms in his sleep.

Jun-ho is the type to have all his clothes neatly folded by the bed, always wears a towel around his body after a shower, much as he loves and cherishes you, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable and always acts as if it’s your first time meeting him.

Jun-ho is the type to be driven by intense adoration and affection rather than blind lust. You could put on the most racy, revealing, sensual negligée – and he will be very flattered and bashful, cheeks red and hand over eyes – but he will jump at you without warning if you’re comfortable in one of his shirts, humming to yourself and looking peaceful.

Jun-ho is the type to watch you do things, half out of protectiveness, half out of genuine curiosity. You always wonder how he manages to sneak up on you with his frame, but often you turn around to see him, smiling that wide smile to himself, as you do the most mundane tasks. Your confused “What?” is met with a little head shake and another smile.

Jun-ho is the type to get warm off your happiness – little gestures and little notes spring up around the house for you to discover, only for the little yelp of surprise or faux sigh you breathe his name in give him a small rush that makes him want to scoop you up and snuggle nose-to-nose.

Jun-ho is the type to wish to look after you, even if he knows you’re fully capable and wouldn’t ask him to. If you’re not feeling well, you get three hot water bottles and a bath drawn. And don’t even think of walking to it, he never misses an opportunity to carry you in his arms.

Jun-ho is the type to remember that one specific food, drink, item that you mention off-handily and suddenly, you discover cookbooks folded on the page of your favourite dessert and your coffee tasting more of the spice you like so much. He will never admit to it, though.

Jun-ho is the type to relish both foreplay and aftercare, with emphasis on both. He sees foreplay as the whole day he has free with you, from visiting a beautiful place with playful banter, hidden touches here and there, and lots and lots of PDA. You never knew feeding birds and sharing earphones could lead to such intimacy, but here you are.

Jun-ho is the type who loves dad jokes. Enough said.

Jun-ho is the type to be very protective of you, without bordering on uncomfortable. If you’re around people, you know his hand is very lightly hovering around the small of your back. If you’re walking together, it’s arm in arm. If you’re waiting for him, he always waits first to be aware of each aspect of his surroundings.

Jun-ho is the type to want to hold you tight, so tight he feels your bodies as one being – but is also worried he’ll hurt you, so he often walks up to you from behind and wordlessly lays his arms around your waist, holding your stomach, and gently swaying with you. The motion he feels adds intimacy and closeness.

Jun-ho is the type to remember all your anniversaries, but prefers to start celebrating them a day before their actual date, so you know he knows.

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NAVIGATION

my masterlist

requests = closed

who/which fandoms i write for:

it’s always the characters in my masterlist that i write for. my masterlist will probably expand as time goes by ;).

what i don’t write:

i don’t write smut (yet), simply because i have no idea how to, any weird things like cannibalism, incest and so on and on.

hey! was just wondering (if your requests are open) if you could write something about chad meeks (from scream) and reader?? anything you want but maybe some fluff or like mutual pinning? Thanks anyway🫶🏼

nana's cookies and shared secrets

chad meeks x reader

words: 3.1k

notes: ahhh i loved writing this so much, i hope you like it :). not proofread!

living next to your best friend had many advantages. at least for chad, who would knock on your door every day at lunch and dinner time, a grin plastered on his face while he begged for you to cook him something. you were sure that he had never used his kitchen in the three months he'd been living in his apartment.

an advantage for you, though, was chad's dvd collection of your favorites movies. the ones you'd bought him for his fifteen birthday and that he still kept next to his tv, just in case a movie night was due for. his dvd collection was like a treasure trove of nostalgia, containing all the films that had shaped your friendship over the years. some were gifts from you, carefully chosen to match his taste, while others were movies he had discovered and introduced to you. each movie holding a special memory or inside joke between the two of you.

you cherished those dvd's, not only because of the moments with chad, but also because it was the only time where you would allow yourself to be so close to him. chad was a cuddler, if he wasn't holding onto a pillow, he would hold your hand, your thigh, anything. and you'd have to hide your face so he wouldn't see just how much you enjoyed being so close to him.

sometimes, while engrossed in one of the movies, chad's hand would find its way to yours. his touch always ignited a spark within you, an electric connection that you couldn't ignore. you would steal glances at him, trying to gauge if he felt the same way. but as quickly as the touch came, it would retreat, leaving you longing for more.

it was bittersweet, these stolen moments of intimacy. you cherished them, treasured them, but at the same time, you feared what might happen if you let your true feelings show. the risk of losing chad's friendship seemed too big, and so you buried your emotions deep within, hiding them behind laughter and playful teasing. as time went on, you wondered if there would ever come a day when you could gather the courage to reveal your true feelings to chad.

when you were ten, chad gifted you a journal for your birthday so you could write down your own recipes, knowing just how much you loved baking with your grandmother. and the year later, he bought a signed cd of your favorite singer, which you were sure was now scratched and worn out from how many times you'd played it.

as you grew older, your feelings for chad evolved beyond friendship. you began to see him in a different light, noticing the small details that made him himself and realizing the depth of your affection for him. however, the fear of ruining what you had held you back from expressing those feelings. what if he didn't feel the same way? what if it changed everything between you?

so, you continued to live in the shadow of the friend zone, relishing the stolen moments of closeness during movie nights while suppressing the longing in your heart. each time chad's hand brushed against yours, you wondered if it was a sign, a subtle indication that he might share your hidden desires. but doubt and uncertainty clouded your thoughts, and you convinced yourself it was merely wishful thinking on your part.

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chad's job took time away from your usual meals together, his shifts were long and tiring, so when he got back to his home he went straight to bed, leaving you to cook alone. the absence of chad's cheerful presence during mealtimes made you realize just how much you relied on those shared moments. cooking for one felt empty, and you found yourself longing for the sound of his laughter and the taste of his genuine appreciation for your company.

as the days turned into weeks, you couldn't help but miss the movie nights as well. the dvds sat untouched, collecting dust on his shelf, and you yearned for the familiar comfort of sitting side by side with chad, engrossed in a captivating story while stealing glances at each other in the dimly lit room. the movies had always been an excuse to be close, and now that excuse was absent.

you couldn't deny that something had shifted within you. the longing in your heart grew stronger, and you missed him terribly. but still, the fear of rejection held you back, and you couldn't bear the thought of jeopardizing the bond you shared.

one evening, unable to distract yourself, you found yourself flipping through the pages of the journal chad had given you all those years ago. memories flooded back as you read the entries about your baking recipes and the messy handwriting of your younger self, and a surge of nostalgia washed over you. you stood, not bothering to change out of your pajamas as you rushed to your front door, ready to go visit him and swinging it open.

outside stood chad, his hand up as if he was about to knock, and a grin on his face, one you had missed more than anything. "i know it's late, but... dinner?" you couldn't help but smile, feeling a wave of relief rush though you. "i've missed your cooking too much," he admitted sheepishly, stepping inside your apartment. "i've been eating takeout for weeks, and it's just not the same."

you chuckled and closed the door behind him. "someone's hungry." chad's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "always hungry when it comes to your cooking. i know it's late, do you have any leftovers for me?" he mimicked the puppy eyes that used to work so well on his own mother when he was a kid.

you rolled your eyes playfully. "you never change, do you? always trying to get a free meal out of me." he shrugged, still wearing that mischievous grin. "it's not my fault you're an amazing cook. i can't resist your food." his arms circled your waist while you looked inside the fridge, your cheeks heating up like they usually did around chad.

you pretended to be unfazed by his proximity, even though his touch sent shivers down your spine. "well, lucky for you, i made a double portion of my famous lasagna yesterday. i knew you'd show up eventually," you teased, trying to mask the butterflies in your stomach.

chad leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "you always know how to take care of me," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. the closeness between you felt both thrilling and nerve-wracking, a delicate balance that you had become accustomed to over the years. he blinked, smirking. "you're letting the cold out of the fridge, y/n"

you snapped back to reality, realizing you were still standing with the fridge door open. blushing, you quickly grabbed the container of lasagna and closed the fridge. "right, sorry about that," you mumbled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

chad chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "no worries, i'm used to you getting lost in your own world. now, let's dig into that lasagna before it gets cold!"

as you served the steaming slices onto plates, chad couldn't contain his anticipation. "mmm, it smells amazing," he praised, eagerly taking his seat.

you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as you watched him, his enthusiasm bringing warmth to your heart. with each bite, he savored the flavors and occasionally let out sounds of delight. it was a familiar sight, one that brought back memories of countless meals you had shared together.

between mouthfuls, chad paused and looked up at you. "you know, i've really missed this. eating together, talking, just being here with you." before you could answer, he spoke again. "you know what i miss?"

"what?" you smiled, and he reached for another fork-full of his dish, "your nana's cookies." he closed his eyes, humming as he pretended to imagine having one of his childhood snacks. you laughed softly at his comment, "ah, those cookies were legendary, weren't they? i still remember the first time you tried them. you practically begged my nana to share the recipe with you."

chad grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "can you blame me? they were like bites of heaven! remember when i tried to replicate them? i'm not allowed near an oven back at home anymore."

you laughed, remembering the disastrous baking attempts chad had made in the past. "oh, god. i remember that. you made mindy try the burnt cookies." chad shook his head, feigning disappointment.

"i had such high hopes, you know. but i guess baking just isn't my forte. that's why i rely on your amazing cooking skills." you raised an eyebrow playfully, before he shushed you and stood to clean off both of your plates. "you know," you started, "i'm pretty sure she gave me the recipe, it must be on the journal you got me."

chad's eyes widened with excitement. "really? you have your nana's cookie recipe in there?" he asked eagerly, his voice filled with anticipation.

you nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "yeah, i'm pretty sure it's in here somewhere." you motioned for chad to join you at the kitchen counter, where the journal sat and you flicked through the pages before setting it open to a page filled with your grandmother's neat handwriting.

chad leaned in, his eyes scanning the page. "oh, look at this! 'nana's secret chocolate chip cookies,'" he read aloud, his voice filled with delight. "this is the one!"

you both huddled closer, shoulder to shoulder, as you read through the cherished recipe together. chad's excitement was contagious, and you couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "well? let's bake them." he offered, taking the book from your hands and listing the ingredients, once he was done, he looked up, waiting. "hurry!"

you grinned, captivated by chad's eagerness. "alright, let's do it. but i have one condition," you teased, raising an eyebrow. chad tilted his head, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "oh, really? what's the condition?"

you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "you have to promise not to burn down the kitchen this time." he reached for your hand, mimicking a handshake, "i do the mixing and you do the baking?"

"deal. just make sure to follow the recipe carefully this time, mr. kitchen disaster." chad feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "hey now, i've improved! i'll have you know that my cooking skills have gone up a whole half-notch since the last time."

you rolled your eyes playfully. "half a notch, huh? well, i'll be sure to keep the fire extinguisher nearby, just in case."

as you gathered the ingredients and started preheating the oven, chad stood by your side, eagerly watching your every move. it felt natural to be in the kitchen together, sharing this moment, and you couldn't help but savor it. and every time you moved around the kitchen to grab the ingredients that chad had listed before, you could feel him near, his chest against your shoulder, or simply his presence was driving you insane.

"so, what's the first step, chef?" chad asked, a spark of mischief in his eyes. you handed him a mixing bowl and a whisk. "first, we'll need to cream together the butter and sugars. and by 'we,' i mean you. i'll supervise to make sure you don't cause any culinary disasters."

chad grinned, accepting the challenge. "alright, chef supervisor, prepare to be amazed by my whisking skills!" he started vigorously whisking the butter and sugars together, his enthusiasm infectious.

you watched him with a mixture of amusement and fondness. "steady there, whisking champion. remember, we want a creamy consistency, not an arm workout."

chad chuckled, his focus shifting to maintaining a steady pace. "got it. creamy consistency." as he continued whisking, you took a moment to appreciate the scene unfolding before you. the familiar rhythm of your friendship mixed with the anticipation of what could be.

after the butter and sugars were perfectly combined, you handed chad the next set of ingredients. "now, add the eggs and vanilla. slow and steady wins the race."

chad nodded, cracking the eggs carefully and adding them to the mixture. he poured in the vanilla extract you'd handed to him and whisked again, his determination evident. "slow and steady." you thought it was cute, the way he kept repeating your instructions and how he bit his bottom lips as he focused on the task at hand.

the thought crossed your mind once again, what if this was the perfect moment to reveal your true feelings?

you pushed the thought aside, reminding yourself of the risks involved. you didn't want to lose the friendship you cherished so much. but as the minutes ticked by, and chad's whisking turned into a rhythm, you found it harder to resist the pull of your emotions.

"alright, chad, you're doing great," you encouraged, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "now, let's add the dry ingredients gradually and mix."

chad followed your instructions, adding the flour mixture little by little while you gently folded it into the batter. the kitchen was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of your hands working together. once you informed him the mix was done, he went to dip a finger in it, just for a taste but you smacked his hand away.

he watched you intently as you poured a few chocolate chips into the mix, but they didn't seem to be enough for chad. "some more? pleaseee" when you looked back at him with a mocking look, he took the matter into his own hands and titled your hands towards the bowl, dipping the whole handful of chips into the bowl. he grinned at his own actions. "don't look at me like that, you know chocolate makes everything better."

chad followed you to the heated oven, opening it for you so you could slide the tray inside easily. as you waited, chad leaned against the counter and you sat next to him, your thighs and his hips almost touching. a hush fell over the kitchen, the only sound being the gentle hum of the oven.

chad's gaze held yours, and you could see a whirlwind of emotions playing out on his face. silence stretched between you, and doubt began to creep in, threatening to shatter the fragile moment.

but then, with a mix of determination and tenderness, chad leaned in, closing the distance between you. his lips brushed against yours, not fully sealing in a kiss. his breath ghosted over your lips, the smell of chocolate evident due to the few chips he'd secretly sneaked into his mouth while you finished off with the mixture.

"chad" you whispered, not really sure of what you were going to say. just testing to see if you were still able to speak because of the proximity. his eyes didn't move away from yours as he moved his hand from the countertop to your waist, then your neck. your heart raced, and you found yourself leaning into his touch, craving more.

"chad…" you repeated and your voice wavered, overwhelmed by a wave of emotions that threatened to consume you.

you tilted your head slightly, inviting him in, and he obliged, closing the distance between your lips. the first touch was electric, a soft brush that left you craving more. his lips were warm and velvety, molding against yours with a gentle urgency, as if he had dreamed of this as much as you had.

chad's hands traveled down your back, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. lost in the moment, you could feel his breath against your skin, mingling with your own. soft breaths escaped both of you, blending with the sounds of your lips exploring each other. the taste of him, sweet, filled your senses, intoxicating you further.

with each kiss, the intensity grew, and you craved more. his tongue sought entrance, a silent plea for deeper connection, and you willingly granted it.

your bodies pressed against the counter, the heat between you intensified. you could feel the tension building, the desire burning within you both. the intimate dialogue that ensued was whispered, breathless, and filled with a shared longing.

his hands roamed your body, tracing the curves, igniting every nerve. the kisses became deeper, more urgent. time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the passion that consumed you, the world beyond the kitchen counter fading away. you felt like if chad moved away from you, you'd melt away. urging for the smallest touches, like you'd always done.

the beeping of the oven made you pull back slightly, only for chad to dive back in for another kiss, his hands cradling your face as he slowed his forceful kiss into small pecks. not pulling away, you slid down the counter, your hips meeting his as he kept his hands on your waist, holding you close to him.

"they're gonna get burnt." you mumbled, your voice almost being stolen away by his mouth. he hummed, finally pulling away to let you turn off the oven and take out the tray, carefully placing it on the stovetop.

you turned to face chad, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "they turned out perfect," you said, your voice laced with satisfaction.

chad grinned, "well, you're the master-chef here. i'm just the lucky taste tester," he replied, playfully bumping his shoulder against yours.

you laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within. "oh, so now you're admitting that you sneak cookies before they're fully baked?"

chad shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "what can i say? it's my job to ensure the quality control, you know."

rolling your eyes, you reached for a freshly baked cookie from the tray, blowing on it to cool it down before taking a bite. chad's grin widened, and he reached for a cookie himself. taking a bite, he closed his eyes, relishing the taste. when he opened them again, his gaze locked with yours, a spark of desire evident.

he moved closer, and just when you thought he was going to kiss you again, he reached for your head and ruffled your hair before smirking. "how about i go get my dvds? i don't have work tomorrow."

Ahhhhh hunger games !!!! If you'd like, could you do something with finnici where r was in the blood rain and reunites with the group. r is super out of it and shaken up from it and finnick helps them clean off the blood? I'm envisioning the vibes of how katniss helped wiress if that makes sense. thanks!!!

here it is tysm for the request anon i hope you like it 💝