Hi everyone i know its been a while and im so sorry i havent been as motivated but im gonna try and start back up again but if there is anyone in particular i wanna see me do a text imagine for let me know i need ideas
hii! i was thinking about texts with the dreamies reacting to their idol!reader when she comes out as artist of the month, i love your blog, please and thank you very much. <3
! dreamies react to you being artist of the month !
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ALSO the main app i use for these texts isnât working for me rn !?!?? so i had to use my actual imessages but i like how realistic it looks
Hi my tumblr peeps. Im currently struggling on what to do for my text reactions. Im soon gonna be starting on my Stray Kids Text Reactions and I have no idea what to do. If any of you have any ideas for NCT Dream or Stray Kids feel free to request. HAPPY READINGđ
hi!! just wanted to lyk i think theres a tiny mistake on ur recent fake texts posts in chenle's !! just wanted to lyk :) that aside keep up the good work!! was sooo cute reading that hehe <33
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synopsis ; you never knew how good a pink ribbon in the form of a bow would look on seungcheolâs bicep.
pairing ; scoups x fem reader
genre ; fluff
word count ; 0.6k
haniâs note ; i almost combusted writing this, guysâŠi want to put a pink ribbon on his bicep too sigh i love buff men (cheol)...also, the pics on the left and right are screenshots i took from a tiktok because i couldn't find any others so they don't match the cheol pic well. another thing, i know i mention a black button up but i couldn't find pics of cheol in that so have the one above, just think of gda 2024 cheol while reading this!
âseungcheol!â
seungcheol copies you and shouts back, âdoll!â
âcan you come here, please?â
he doesnât answer but you can hear shuffling which is probably him getting up from the couch and slipping his feet into his shark slippers.
when seungcheol walks through to the room youâre in, you hold up the bow you made in the air, letting out a small âta-daâ.
seungcheol smiles at the way you hold the pink ribbon, âthis is so cute, doll, you made it yourself?â
âmhm!â you straighten up at the paise and smile proudly.
ââs super cute, just like youâ he pinches your cheek and pulls it a little, making you scrunch your nose. you whisper a âthank youâ, shy at his sweet words all of a sudden.
âhey, can you give me your arm for a second, please?â seungcheol gives you a confused look but holds out his arm for you.
you take his arm in your hand, wondering how to make it work with the black button up heâs wearing. maybe, he could fold his sleeve up?
âcheol, can you roll up your sleeve?â
he does as you request, unbuttoning the buttons on his cuff and sliding the sleeve up. with how big his bicep is, his sleeve doesnât go up as far as you would like so you suggest he takes his arm out of the shirt altogether.
seungcheol lets his shirt hang on the other shoulder after taking his arm out of the sleeve. you think you might start drooling at the sight but pop the thought bubble and get back to what you wanted to do.
unraveling the ribbon, you take it under his arm and remake it into the shape of a bow. the pink against the tan skin of his thick bicep, veins running down the arm. youâre sure thereâs some type of unexplainable feeling stirring in your stomach. and itâs sort of mesmerising to look at the contrast between his bulging muscle and the tiny pink ribbon. you almost groan out of frustration at how seungcheol never fails to look so attractive.
âis this what you wanted to do, doll?â he moves his arm to look at the bow you made. you donât answer, still staring.
âsweetheart, youâre staring,â his hand goes to your chin to lift your head, both your eyes meeting.
âohâŠsorry,â you say, quietly. seungcheolâs eyes seem to be searching for something in yours, moving back and forth.
pushing down on your toes to tiptoe, you reach up to seungcheolâs face to kiss his soft lips. itâs not a desperate kiss, just a quick one but you push your lips hard against his. when you pull back, your head finds its place in the crook of seungcheolâs shoulder and your arms around his neck.
his hand comes to rest on your back and his other on your waist, âis something wrong, doll? hm?â
because of the way your bodies are pressed together, his voice vibrates through his body and onto yours when he speaks, and the hand that was resting on your waist now running up and down your side makes you shiver yet somehow it doesnât bother you.
ânothing. yâ just so pretty, cherry,â you mumble into his neck. seungcheol can feel the way your lips brush against his skin as you speak but he doesnât move even if it tickles him.
âthank you, sweetheart,â he presses a quick kiss to the side of your head, âso are you, youâre the prettiest girl in the world.â
seungcheolâs words make you shrink in his hold and he can tell. his words definitely have an effect on you, an effect so huge, it makes you want to curl into a ball in the corner of the room.
congrats on 400! ccan u do a fluff w chenle when u accidentally hurt urself while cooking pls?
YOUR IDIOT.
bf!chenle, gn!reader | fluff | domestic au
note ; thank you anon!! :( ty for requesting too, i hope u like this fic ^^
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Chenle couldnât believe his eyes.
From one end to another, the table was filled with food.
Stacks of blueberry pancakes were drowning in maple syrup, freshly cut cubes of Chenleâs favorite fruit shone in the morning sunlight, and steam dances from the hot coffee in his mug into the air.
âGood morning!â you call out cheerily, busy flipping an omelette over in your frying pan.
Chenleâs jaw drops.
âYou... cooked all this?â your boyfriend asks in shock, shuffling his way over to you. You hum in response, smiling as you picked up a plate.
âThought I couldnât do this, huh? Well, you were wrong.â you boast, plating up the omelette, which was still sizzling with hot melted butter.
Chenle couldnât help but smile at how proud you were, standing back to give you space to move around.
âOkay, I admit it then.â Chenle laughs, leaning against the kitchen counter. âMaybe you can cook after all.â
You grin proudly, waving your frying pan around in victory. Youâre just about to shout a âTold you so!â , but the pan goes flying out of your grasp and into the air.
And of course, with your brain being⊠your brain, you reach out to grab the pan with your bare hands.
The moment the hot metal comes in contact with your hands, you shriek, dropping it noisily to the floor. You wince as tears spring to your eyes, the pain spiking at your skin.
Chenle rushes to your side, quickly pulling you over to the sink. Cold water rushes from the tap as he keeps your hands under it, moving back and forth so it could cool down.
âAre you okay? Why would you do that?â he asks in disbelief, concern heavy in his tone. âI donât know!â you blubbered, tears now streaming down your cheeks.
Chenleâs heart ached to see you crying, and he reaches up with his free hand to rub your shoulder. âItâs alright, the cold water should help. And Iâll get you some medicine after this, okay?â he says.
You nod, sniffling.
Eventually the pain stops, flowing away like the water swirling down the drain. Chenle turns the tap off and moves to sit you down by the table.
âWhy were you so careless?â he sighs, squatting down to observe your red hands. Thankfully, the burn was nothing serious, but it was definitely going to be tender for at least a day or two.
âSorry.â you mumble, embarrassed.
Chenle makes a clicking sound with his tongue, taking burn cream out of the first-aid kit you had.
âWhat are you sorry for? Accidents happen. Donât worry about it, okay? Itâll recover by tomorrow, Iâm sure.â he assures you.
Heâs gentle with you as he squeezes the cream onto your palms, carefully applying it over the burnt areas.
âThere.â he says, dabbing the rest of the cream away with a tissue. âAll done.â
Chenle finishes his sentence with a soft kiss to your hand, warmth spreading into your chest.
âFeeling better?â he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You nod, smiling softly.
Thank God you had your angel of a boyfriend.
âAlright then," he begins, a mischievous smile dawning on his face. "Time to devour my feast!â he announces dramatically, standing up straight.
âHey, but I wonât be able to pick up my spoon!â you complained. âYou have to feed me.â
Chenle bursts out laughing, planting his hands on his hips. âWhat, are you my baby now?â
You gasp dramatically, pretending to clutch at your 'broken' heart. âHave I not always been your baby?â you question.
The brown haired boy continues laughing as he slides into the seat beside you. âAlright, alright.â he giggles, picking up your spoon. âI got you.â
Itâs now your turn to laugh as you watch him struggle to cut a bite-sized piece of a pancake for you, determination pulling his brows together.
âOh, youâre an idiot.â you smile, leaning on his shoulder and looking at him.
Chenle looks back at you and he smiles too, bright and full of love.
âWell, Iâm your idiot.â he whispers, kissing you.
Sorry if youâve already answered this but how do you make your fake texts?
Hi. No I havenât answered this yet but the way i make my texts is i actually text my own number. Itâs easier than downloading an app. So iâll text myself and just go in and edit the messages as needed. I hope that makes sense.âșïž
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