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recently i'm having fun drawing skzoos

AHHHH I got to work on a dream project, making some art for this Stray Kids easter egg!! If you search Stray Kids in Google and click the compass, you can play around with it! 

I had SO MUCH FUN, even though I had only about 2 weeks to finish everything. I was working on this when the new album came out, and had the best time listening to it and dragging around lil skzoos. I hope people notice the little things like quokka cheek squish!!

it’s that time of year again where i reread tsh for the bajillionth time so here is the greek class!!!

This is how I imagined that one scene from The Secret History 💀

I know it was meant to be sad and a little dramatic and make us feel bad for Richard

But to me, it was beyond funny

Like okay Richard you stubborn bitch go freeze your ass off no one is stopping you 🤷‍♀️

this account has been dead for ages but i am reviving it to say I GOT TICKETS TO SKZ IN HYDE PARK!!!!!! IM SEEING THE BOYS LESGOOOOOOOOO

hi all !!! just hattie here. sorry for being so inactive lately. unfortunately this isnt going to be much of a skz-centred account anymore. i may write occasional scenarios if i feel like it, but it wont be strictly skz and will probably involve different fandoms that i'm interested in at the time. nevertheless, thank u for all ur support !! <333

ice cream—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing

summary: maybe being helpful does have it's benefits.

thank you again to @mrsunshine999 for requesting this, you always come up with the best prompts!!

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you would regard yourself as the helpful type, always willing to aid others who are in need. even if that means leaving the comfort of your bed late at night to buy ice cream for your sister.

what your helpfulness does not extend to, however, is willingly giving said ice cream (the last one in the store) to a stranger.

a handsome stranger, perhaps, but thats besides the point.

he smiles sheepishly. "uh, hi."

"hi," you deadpan, refusing to pull your hand away from the tub, despite how cold your fingers feel. already.

"nice pajamas."

you glance down at the clothes you picked out at random - cookie monster pajama pants and a bright orange hoodie. admittedly not the best combination but, hey, you're at the store, not a fashion show.

"thanks. give me the ice cream."

"sorry, but i have 7 hungry men at home and i lost a bet."

"i have a sick sister at home. she's... going to die."

he raises an eyebrow. "if you don't get her this ice cream?"

"yes." the word slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. the lie is incredibly obvious, but you still hope that he either falls for it or gives up. "it's her dying wish."

unfortunately, he is neither stupid nor cooperative. "strawberry ice cream. her dying wish... sure." his grip on the tub tightens, biceps flexing just slightly. you try not to focus on that detail. "look, i'm sorry about your sister, but there's another store, like, 10 minutes away."

you gesture to your body. "and you expect me to go out in the cold like this?"

"your fashion choice, dude, not mine."

groaning, you reluctantly pull your hand away. absolutely not because you're giving in, but because in such thin clothes, the cold of the freezer is harder to withstand.

"look, dude," you say mockingly, "can you just go to the other store instead? please just give me the ice cream, i'm sick of this."

seemingly considering your offer, he licks his lips and allows his hand to fall to his side. just as you think you've won, the corners of his lips lift into a smirk. "fine, i'll give you the icecream."

"oh, thank fu-"

he grabs your wrist as you reach back into the freezer, and you cut yourself off in shock. "on one condition."

"and that is...?"

the smirk remains, but his eyes fall to his feet. "if i give you this, will you let me buy you ice cream another day?"

your eyes widen. did he just... no. what the fuck?

cheeks burning, and the room feeling hotter than ever, you clear your throat. "are you... are you blackmailing me?"

"no!" he exclaims, releasing his grip on your wrist, which you had previously forgotten about. "i'm trying to hit on you."

"right now? like, when i'm standing in my pajamas and being stubborn about ice cream?"

he nods.

"that is an awful deal. for you."

he shrugs. "not if i get to take a cute stranger on a date."

"oh..." you consider your options. he may have been an inconvenience at first, but he is attractive, and it means double ice-cream for the price of one, so— "sure, i'll do it."

a blinding smile takes over his features. "i'm changbin."

"y/n."

"can i... can i have your number? you know, to contact you," changbin says.

"i thought you'd never ask."

you arrive home roughly 15 minutes later. when you hand your sister the ice cream and she doesn't even bother to thank you, you can't find it in yourself to care.

maybe being helpful does have its benefits. the benefits, in question, being ice cream. definitely not going on a date with a pretty boy, right?

stray kids when their s/o is pregnant with multiples—

written by: 🐝

genre: fluff

warnings: pregnancy, swearing

thank you to @mrsunshine999 for requesting this!!

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bang chan ♡

• chan’s so prepared to be a father!!

• he’s terrified, as most first time parents usually are, but he’s so so so SO excited to be having kids with you

• he’s even happier when he finds out you’re having twins

• “i want more 🥺🥺”

• “they haven’t even cOME OUT YET-“

• “could u squeeze out more babies please 🥺🥺🥺”

• chan is sosososo protective of you

• it’s really sweet actually

• he’s always touching you in some way, just wanting to make sure you and the babies nearby

• chan likes to touch ur bump

• like,, A LOT,,,

• if he could choose, he’d never let go ☺️☺️

• chan definitely spends a lot of his spare time thinking of names for ur kids

• unfortunately, neither of you can seem to agree on anything

• you both decide to wait until after the babies are born to come up with something

minho ♡

• okay so y’all are having triplets

• he’s thrilled

• get used to ridiculous name ideas tho,,

• “babe...”

• “yes, minnie?”

• “could we pleeeeaaase call the babies soonie, doongie and dori??”

• you: 😐😐😐

• minho: 👁👄👁

• “absolutely not”

• “bABE PLEASE-“

• much like chan, he’s fiercely protective of u

• if anyone so much as looks at u the wrong way, they’re getting a shoe thrown at their head

• and when ur babies are finally born he’s the same

• one of his cousins said the babies weren’t even that cute and i’m pretty sure he burst a blood vessel trying to suppress the urge to throw a table or smth 👀👀

changbin ♡

• not to roast him or anything but when the sonographer said y’all were having quadruplets he passed out,, in the middle of the sonography room,,,

• “can you check again??”

• “sir i’ve checked 1000 times, i’m certain-“

• “just chECK AGAIN-“

• once changbin got over the initial anxiety, he was over the moon about it

• “damn, is my sperm on steroids or smth??”

• “changbin pls 😭😭”

• he’s seriously caring tho

• he always makes sure you’re on time to your prenatal classes and doctors appointments

• and he’s all read up on the latest child rearing tips and tricks 😌😌😌

• but absolutely expect changbin to pop ur pregnancy ball from bouncing on it too hard

• (we all know changbin has a phat ass)

hyunjin ♡

• you were both really nervous about having triplets, but hyunjin more so than you

• mostly bc he felt so powerless

• you were carrying T H R E E babies when most people only have O N E

• so he promised himself that he’d be there for every moment of your pregnancy, holding your hand every step of the way just to make sure you never felt intimidated or alone

• 😭😭😭 don’t mind me 😭😭😭😭 just sobbing over hyunjin 😭😭😭😭😭

• he buys designer baby clothes all 👏the 👏time👏

• u try and tell him to slow down but he doesn’t listen

• “c’moooon, we’re having triplets! we’re gonna need lots of baby clothes!”

• “not designer baby clothes! they’re just gonna poop and puke all over them!”

• “idc, no child of mine will be dressing like some n00b”

jisung ♡

• ur pregnancy was quite a tough one

• you both knew it was likely gonna be that way, but that didn’t stop it from being any less difficult

• “these kids kick too damn much”

• “c’mon, it’s a good thing they’re kicking. it means they’re healthy and active.”

• “that’s not the issue, it’s that they’re kicking each other and i’m getting caught in the crossfire”

• “do you need me to have a word with them?”

• “sure?” 🤨🤨

• “hey, you two. quit fighting”

• *the babies continue to beat the crap out of each other, elliciting a groan from you”

• “don’t make me come in there! i’m your father and you will listen to me.”

• it didn’t help much but it’s the thought that counts

• (dad!jisung has me so soft 🐝)

• on a similar note, jisung ALWAYS knows how to lift ur mood when ur feeling particularly hormonal or sensitive

• whether it’s giving you a back massage and cuddles

• or just listening to you vent

• jisung tries his hardest to be a supportive presence bc having twins is a big deal and not everyone knows what ur going through

felix ♡

• being pregnant with triplets was an experience to say the absolute least

• ur pregnancy was so w e i r d

• strong!! pregnancy!!! cravings!!!!

• onion rings with strawberry jam 🤢🤢

• pickle juice and vanilla icecream 🤢🤢🤢

• apple slices and mustard 🤢🤢🤢🤢

• felix insists on cooking for u

• he’s so disgusted by ur food cravings, but pretends not to be bc ur so sensitive that any sort of criticism will have you bawling ur eyes out

• and if you start crying, so does felix

• and then everyone starts crying

• felix is sosososoSO gentle with u

• he’s very careful not to wake you in the night

• and he’ll help you put ur shoes on and get dressed when u get too big to do it on ur own

• which he loves 💕❤️

• looking after you is a big thing for felix, especially with three babies on the way

seungmin ♡

• he had this weird premonition/feeling/dream that y’all were gonna have a lot of kids

• but seungmin could NOT have comprehended that y’all were having quadruplets,,,

• he’s similar to changbin in that he was in a state of shock and disbelief when he found out (unsurprisingly) but it didn’t take long for him to get used to the idea of it

• bc quadruplet pregnancies tend to be shorter, he wanted to get all the important stuff out of the way first

• like putting together the nursery

• he enlisted the help of his group members bc there was just so much stuff to put together

• chan, hyunjin, minho and changbin got the most stuff done, whilst jisung, jeongin and felix sorta just fucked shit up

• you and seungmin sorta just watched from the sidelines like: 🤭😮

• making sure that you felt confident in yourself as a parent was really important to him

• which brings me to this cute fact: seungmin compliments and praises you ALL👏THE👏TIME👏

• “you’re so good at this!”

• “your bump looks so cute, i’m gonna rlly miss it”

• “our kids are rlly lucky to have u as their parent”

jeongin ♡

• jeongin couldn’t make it to the first scan because the weather was so awful and no bus would take him, so you went on your own and called him after to tell him the good news

• “we’re having TWO babies??? in one go???”

• “yes, innie, we’re having twins!!”

• “but I’M a baby!! can u really handle two more???”

• as much as you two both like to joke, ur pregnancy really matured him as a person

• jeongin was determined to be the best possible father for his children, no questions asked 😌😌

• so he read all the books.....

• and went to all the prenatal yoga classes.......

• and did all the things you’re supposed to do.......

• but, for jeongin, that didn’t quite feel like enough

• he only felt ready to be a parent when he spoke with his dad and grandpa, who both confided in him that they felt just as unprepared and inadequate as he did and that’s sorta just a part of being a parent

• fortunately, that gave him a lot more confidence

• and when your due date came, he handled everything so calm and confidently

A scenario with seo changbin please 🙏🏻 Prompt: Grocery Run.

Plot: Y/N (Male) is making a quick run to the grocery store in his pajamas because his sister and family want snacks & ice cream, but just as he’s about to grab the last of his sister’s favorite ice cream another hand grabs at it as well; then locks eyes with a beautiful stranger 😉

pleeaaase omfg i (🥺) have been wanting to write a changbin one for so long!! thank you for the request 💕💕

Hi 👋🏻 can I request stray kids reaction to their S/O becoming pregnant with Multiples? 🥺 (Twins, triplets, quadruplets) etc and how they would take care of them up until after their due date when they’re born.

I asked someone else for this prompt but I didn’t word it correctly 😅

yes of course!! thanks for requesting 💕💕

Jisung: I’ll never talk!

Changbin: [sharpens knife] We have ways of making people talk.

[cuts piece of cake and shares a slice with Chan]

Jisung: Can I have some?

Chan: Cake is for talkers.

Appreciate was beautiful wtf 😭🙌🏻 you’re so talented

aaa omg!! i feel like i'm bragging by posting this but idk how else to reply?? uhh thank u sm, the credit should rlly be given to @ofrosesandteacups , without their request i never would have written it lmao. glad you enjoyed it!! 🥺🥺💕

Minho: Yeah I can tell

Jisung: You .... have a face

Minho: Well duh

Jisung: Uhm...I mean, you have a nice face

Minho: Ok, and?

Jisung: Please accept my attempts at flirting. I'm really bad at this

Minho, striding into the dorms: Good morning Gays!

Chan: I think you mean guys,

Minho: Not at all. Who wants breakfast?

appreciate—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairing: namjoon x reader

summary: on some occasions, love isn't a strong enough word

thank you to @ofrosesandteacups for requesting this!! (not this kinda becoming a metaphor for army and the energy we put into loving them?? idk i see it but tell me what you think)

it feels as though you've been here before, although you are entirely certain you haven't. miles away from home in a foreign country, surrounded by speakers of a language you have yet to master - and yet it feels more like home than america ever could.

"do you miss your family?"

you do. not seeing them for five years is bound to create that feeling, equal parts longing and forgetting. but that same longing compelled you to seek out a new family, one that seems more like your flesh and blood than those who actually are.

"sometimes," you settle on. "i see them most days."

"just through a screen, though."

"are you trying to make me cry or something?"

namjoon laughs; lower and more hushed than usual. there's no reason for it, and yet you can understand why - it just fits the atmosphere.

laying between the ground and the sky, - somewhere that is also nowhere - it isn't like anyone could hear you besides the stars and the trees, and they are loyal; nature never spills the secrets that are whispered between humans when they think they are alone. secrets are too precious like that, too easily shattered. nature knows better.

but he whispers anyway, "of course not. just asking."

you turn your head to study him. his skin glows in the moonlight, eyes shining like stars reflected in a dark pond. a rush of warmth floods over you and stirs a thought that enters your head frequently: this is where i'm meant to be.

"you're my family."

a smile stretches over namjoon's lips. it's quiet, soft, and you start to wonder if that's just him, rather than an unspoken rule formulated by the setting.

"i know."

he's used to this. you tell him it frequently, tell every one of the boys that you love them as much as you possibly can, because with their busy schedules and the pressure that comes with fame, it's easy to forget that you're loved - truly, unconditionally loved - sometimes, and you want to remind them of that.

maybe that's why he doesn't act surprised when an 'i love you' slips through your lips next. that's okay, you don't need him to react, just feel the weight of your words, how much you really mean it.

"i appreciate you," he says.

you're used to this. the other boys have no qualms about returning your love, some less than others, but again, that's okay. but with namjoon, he hasn't said it once. he shows it in other ways, sure, this particular phrase being one of his favourite methods.

it was okay at first. up until the point you realised your feelings for him extended past friendship, and at the same time realised that it would, inevitably, end in a broken heart on your part.

he must sense this, as he quickly follows it up with, "and i don't say that to put you down, by the way. i just think that appreciation can be a lot stronger than love, you know?"

"no, uh, i understand that."

he doesn't stop there. "no, really. i could tell you i love you, because i do, but it wouldn't be able to express what i really feel."

he turns and locks eyes with you. his gaze is soft, soft, soft, but at the same time it burns, like gentle, slow heat on a summers day. you can't help but look away, instead focusing on the space between you two, where your fingers idly pick at individual blades of grass.

"y/n?"

you hum in response.

"i mean it," he states, now switching to english. maybe that's why you feel the most comfortable with him - you can relax in his presence, not having to worry about honorifics and conjugating verbs. "i appreciate the way you never hesitate to speak your mind; the way you treat us like you treat everyone else; the way you're always there when we need you."

you bite your lip, the confidence you usually hold dissipating into the atmosphere to join the clouds that roll overhead. "thank you," is all you can think to say. it's true, though. he's never usually like this, and you're grateful that he's finally confirmed it, even if its only in part.

a gentle hand touches your chin, prompting you to look upwards. you can't escape the warmth of his eyes now, and it's almost suffocating.

"you put your all into us. we appreciate it, we really do. but please remember to look after yourself once in a while. please?"

you nod. apparently, it isn't enough. "promise me. promise me you'll appreciate yourself as much as you appreciate us, and as much as we appreciate you."

a sigh escapes your lips. the light breeze caresses your skin, but namjoon's blanketing warmth is enough to keep the cold from settling into your bones.

"i promise."

Would you write a Kim Namjoon imagine where he's crushing on an American girl living in Seoul who first became close friends with the Maknaes (especially her fellow 1995ers) and all of BTS likes her because she makes them feel normal, like she clearly is impressed by their talent but let's them be normal people and one night Namjoon expresses his appreciation and feelings for her after she rambles about how amazing he is? I hope this made sense, I apologize if not and thank you in advance!

no problem, i'd love to write that!! thank u sm for requesting 💕💕

written by: 🥺

[12:08] being prince!hyunjin's tutor wasn't the easiest job in the world, unlike you had expected it to be. after all, he was part of the royal family, raised to be polite, well-rounded and a suitable heir—and that's exactly how you assumed the young prince would act.

but that definitely wasn't the case. hyunjin was just so annoying. sweet and kind, no doubt, but annoying. he had no desire to learn, instead preferring to spend his days frolocking outside in the castle gardens or, if allowed, taking a carriage through the village just to "see how his people were doing", as he had commented once. whilst you could understand that being cooped up in a castle with the weight of a future kingdom on his shoulders was bound to ebb away at his motivation, it definitely didn't make your job any easier.

you leaned against the pillows of his bed whilst you waited for him, reading a book you had read a thousand times before. it was one that hyunjin was supposed to read too, but he'd barely registered five words before he started whining that he wanted you to do it instead. granted, it was very interesting, and in the time it had taken you to get through half the book with hyunjin (he kept losing interest at random points and requesting that you restart the chapter) you had already memorised every line of dialogue, every twist and turn—so much so that you could probably perform it to hyunjin but, of course, you would never dare embarrass yourself like that.

it wasn't until the bed sunk beneath you suddenly that you realised that hyunjin had entered the room. you'd been so swept up in the main character's inner conflict that you'd barely noticed. he groaned, "jousting is the worst."

"why is that?" you asked, not bothering to look up from the book, but still unable to concentrate on whatever the main character was now thinking. something about her conflicting adoration and hatred for the love interest, you guessed.

"because the horse doesn't listen to me, and when you fall off you fall straight into mud. not to mention i keep dropping the-"

the horse doesn't listen to me. his words echoed in your brain for a few seconds as you tried to distinguish between what he had said and what you were reading. straight into the mud—

"hyunjin!" you interrupted his tale, throwing your book to the side and ushering him off the bed.

your sudden realisation was correct; the dirty armour he was wearing - which went unnoticed by you before - had stained massive patches of mud on his white sheets. you turned back to him. "the maids are going to kill me for letting you do this." you pointed a finger at his armoured chest. "then they're going to come for you."

hyunjin laughed and folded his arms across his chest. "why do you always treat me as though i am a child?"

you rolled your eyes and moved over to the bed, beginning to strip the sheets and get them washed before the stains were irreversible. "because you are a child."

"yes, but so are you. you are only a year older than me, may i remind you."

"a year older and your tutor," you replied. "i have the responsibility of looking after you and teaching you, therefore i have authority and you must respect me."

you heard a clatter as he dropped something to the floor, followed by a clash of metal. "and i will be your king in little time."

"yes, well, you're not just yet."

the dirty sheets were now a bundle which you scooped up into your arms. just as you turned to make your way over to the laundry basket, hyunjin stepped in your way. he'd shed himself of his armour and now wore a loose white shirt and black trousers.

"you're my tutor, and thus you serve me."

you tried to ignore how close the two of you stood, but it was difficult when you now could see the tiny specks of dirt on his skin and the mole beneath his eye that you'd never noticed before. he seemed like the only person who could be caked in multiple layers of dirt and grime and somehow pull it off.

"and you're insufferable."

"that's no way to speak to the person you serve."

"i'm not serving you right now," you said and thrust the pile of sheets into his arms. "do your laundry yourself. i think it's a skill that the future king should have," you added.

there was a quirk in his lips. for a second, you thought he was going to argue back. your prediction was immediately disproved when he pivoted, crossed the room and dropped the sheets into the laundry basket.

he faced you, smiling this time. "good enough for a future king?"

"good enough for a peasant boy," you said, half words and half scoff. "now you have to actually wash your laundry, not just get other people to do it for you."

he wrinkled his nose disapprovingly. "i'd rather learn to cook."

"that can be arranged. i'll take you down to the kitchen and ask the chef to teach you how to make a soufflé."

"a what?"

"dear god."

you nudged his shoulder with yours as you passed him and lead him in the direction of the kitchen. his reading would have to be discarded, but you supposed that was okay if it was in favour of teaching him life skills.

being hyunjin's tutor would never be easy but, luckily for you, you liked a challenge.

bad idea—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

pairings: yoo jeongyeon x reader

warnings: mild swearing

summary: admittedly, it wasn't the best idea to go camping during one of the coldest months of the year, but with the warmth of your girlfriend jeongyeon, a mistake can be easily corrected.

thanks to @peachyeva​ for requesting this!!

“this was such a bad idea,” you whisper to yourself, except the words barely leave your numb lips, so it sounds more like a set of incomprehensible syllables. 

you’re too cold to care anyway. despite the plethora of blankets wrapped around you and multiple layers of clothing - including jeongyeon’s thick purple hoodie which she so kindly gave up to you - your teeth still chatter uncontrollably. goosebumps rise on your frigid skin, and you can barely feel your fingers as you clutch a steaming mug of tea to your chest.

the tent zips open and jeongyeon’s face pokes in, cheeks and nose flushed red. she shuts the tent behind you as a final line of defence against the unrelenting autumn wind then plops down on the end of the blow-up mattress.

you spot the bowl of marshmallows in her hand and open your mouth to speak, but she holds her hand up in dismissal before any more muffled syllables can escape your lips.

“i know what you’re going to say. don’t even bother.”

“how did you know what i was going to say?” you question whilst she shuffles across the mattress until she’s laying next to you.

she smirks. “i’m telepathic. now open up.”

you grimace, but jeongyeon picks a pink marshmallow out of the bowl and waves it in front of your lips. with a roll of your eyes, you reluctantly open your mouth and allow her to slip the treat in.

“you didn’t have to, jeongyeon,” you say, words now softened by the food rather than the lack of feeling in your lips. the marshmallow is warm and sweet, allowing a new warmth to bloom in your chest. 

jeongyeon groans, “i told you not to bother.” there’s a brief silence as she chews her own marshmallow. “what’s the point in going camping if you don’t get to eat roasted marshmallows?”

“what’s the point of going camping if it’s freezing cold?”

she shrugs, and you take it as a win. you don’t get long to revel in your victory before she stuffs another marshmallow into your mouth, perhaps to shut you up, but that’s okay. you eat and drink in silence, listening to the wind howling outside, just a thin material (and many fluffy blankets) away from battering you with its’ strength.

jeongyeon places the bowl down on the floor when you’re done. she wastes no time in wrapping herself around you, head nuzzled into your neck. her soft breaths tickle your skin, but in a calming sort of way, and you allow your eyes to flutter shut.

“okay, i’ll admit it,” she says after a brief silence, “this was not one of my better ideas.”

“yeah, because you’re notorious for your good ideas. remember when you were convinced that feeding the seagulls one french fry each would get them to leave us alone?”

“don’t remind me. i still hear squawks and flapping wings in my nightmares sometimes,” she whines.

you erupt into a fit of giggles at this. jeongyeon only pouts and exclaims, “i can’t believe you’re laughing at my misfortune!”

“i would’ve laughed when it happened if i wasn’t being chased by ravenous birds. why am i always swept up in your mistakes?”

jeongyeon pouts for real this time. you can’t help but feel bad, and quickly roll onto your side so you can caress her face. “i’m actually quite enjoying this, though.”

“really?”

“yeah, i enjoy being cold. it means i have an excuse to cuddle up to you.”

jeongyeon grins, cheeks blushing even darker than they already were. “you can cuddle up to me whenever.”

“i know, baby.” you lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on her lips. “moral of the story: don’t let jeongyeon make decisions.”

“unless they involve cuddling.”

“yeah, unless they involve cuddling.”

just wanted to say thank you for writing my request 🥺 i really enjoyed and loved it ❤️✨

glad you enjoyed it!! thank you sm for requesting, have a lovely day/ night 🥺🥺💕💕

all i need—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff, angst

pairing: jungkook x female!reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, crying (does that count??)

summary: sometimes, when the world becomes too much, all jungkook needs is you.

thanks to @alle-rtse for requesting this!!

you're used to jungkook coming home late from work. he's always been one to push himself far too hard, to practice the same dance over and over again until he can barely move. he's nothing short of a perfectionist, always dissatisfied, always convinced that he has to work harder—to just get that timing dead on, or that one note perfect.

he never does. nothing is ever good enough for him. it's always one more hour, one more practice, one more missed meal. which is why you're used to your boyfriend working into the early hours of the morning, coming home and sleeping for a few hours before repeating the same routine once more.

what you're not used to, however, is him seemingly forgetting about you entirely. he always makes a point to reply to your texts and wake you up just to kiss you goodnight, but that doesn't happen this time.

all of your messages are left unread, your calls unanswered. you eventually give up, moving into the bedroom and tucking yourself into bed, trying to ignore the tears forming in your eyes and the painful swelling in your chest. did you do something wrong? is he mad at you?

is he coming home at all tonight?

the sick feeling in your stomach persists until you fall asleep. but even as you stir awake at the sound of shuffling, it's still there.

"jungkook?" you whisper. you catch a glimpse of the digital alarm clock on your bedside table. it reads 3:18 AM.

in the quiet you discern the sound of sniffling, but he doesn't speak. you sit up against the pillow, watching as he pulls a spare t-shirt on with his back facing you.

"why are you home so late?"

he shrugs this time, proving that he's heard you. the anxiety ripples at this—he's definitely mad.

and then he turns around, head bowed so that his brown locks obsure his face. he climbs into bed and lays on his side, facing away from you.

you could go to sleep and leave it to the morning. you're tired, goddamnit, and if he's not going to talk to you, there's no point in trying. two years of dating him has taught you that if he doesn't want to talk about whatever's running through his head, he just won't.

but the feeling is still there, and you think that maybe it's not such a bad thing anymore, as it urges you to reach a gentle hand out and touch his shoulder.

he doesn't jerk away like you feared he would. instead, he exhales shakily.

"look at me, baby," you whisper.

he hesitates, then slowly flips onto his other side. even in the dim moonlight that pokes through the gaps in the blinds, you can recognise his swollen face and glistening eyes.

"oh, baby." you slide down next to him and run your fingers through his hair, the way that makes him shudder and melt at the same time. "talk to me. what's wrong?"

he shakes his head. briefly, you wonder if he's going to refuse, but then he says, "everything."

there's an unmistakable hitch in his voice. that one word seems to strike a nerve within him; his face scrunches up and more tears slip out of his eyes.

"everything's wrong?"

he nods and a muffled sob leaves his mouth. you pull him closer, hand moving to his nape and gently massaging the skin. shaky hands grip your waist, as if he's afraid that you might slip through his fingers if he were to loosen his hold.

"i just want to rest," he says, voice barely audible, "but i can't. i won't let myself. i just... i'm so exhausted, y/n."

something about his words makes the tears from earlier spill over. you take a deep breath, willing them away, and hold him with tender strength, now sharing the same worry that he might disappear the second you let go.

"i know, baby. i know. i'm here for you, alright?"

he only cries harder. you take his face in your hands; flushed cheeks, bloodshot eyes, damp skin. a pearly tear escapes from his eye and rolls down his cheek. you lean forward and capture it with your lips before it can reach the pillow.

jungkook giggles a little at this, the sound sweeter than any melody he could ever sing. you repeat the action, watching his eyelids flutter shut and long, dark lashes brush against his cheekbones as you kiss there, collecting the tears on your lips.

when you pull away, he's smiling. just a little, but it's a start. with a new sense of determination, you press pecks over every part of his face, then finish with a swift kiss to his lips.

"my lips are all wet now," you complain with mock annoyance.

jungkook giggles again. his eyes begin to slowly close, the smile still playing on his moist lips. "i'm sorry if i worried you. i thought i could do this by myself but i can't. i thought all i needed was me but... but all i need is you."

"that's so cheesy."

he pouts, but his sad expression quickly morphs into one of amusement. "you're so cheesy."

"i'm always here if you need me. you know that, right?"

he nods, eyes still shut. "i know."

sleep takes jungkook in a matter of seconds. you stay awake, listening to his steady breaths until you're assured that he's okay. everything he said echoes in your mind, but you try to push the worries out. words and concerns and tears can wait for later, all he needs now is you by his side.

and all you need is him.

hi!! i have a request!! i’m hella touchstarved bc of lockdown and i was hoping u could write a fluffy scenario with jeongyeon and a female reader. basically, they go camping with friends (other idols maybe) and the reader gets really sleepy and they go to their shared tent and cuddle up in their sleeping bag for warmth 🥺🥺

yes omg that sounds adorable!! thank u for requesting!!

hello! i saw that requests were open so i got excited. may i request a soft drabble w/ jk where he is stressed and f! reader just cuddles him in bed and places kisses all over him while he finishes crying but is eventually happy in reader’s arms and falls asleep? thank you <3!

of course!! that sounds so cute and i'll make sure to get on it!! 🥰🥰

seo changbin - fluffy scenario —

genre: pure, tooth-rotting fluff

warnings: none at all

relationships: changbin / male reader

author’s note: this was a request for @mrsunshine999. i strayed away from the original request a lil bit bc i wasn’t feeling too confident in my ability to actually write it, but i hope u like it bc i tried my best to stick to it (･_･;)

it was an icy november afternoon when changbin returned home from the studio, wrapped in a thick black scarf and winter coat. changbin had spent most of the day cooped up in the studio, writing and rewriting lyrics to various songs with chan - and was excited to come home to his boyfriend, y/n.

“hey, bin, can you help me make dinner?” y/n called out from the kitchen, the sound of clattering pots and pans ringing through the apartment.

“sure, babe. what are we making?”

“fettuccine alfredo, you up for it?”

changbin’s eyes widened in excitement. “you’re god damn right i’m up for it.”

admittedly, he was very tired and hoping to have a quiet evening with his lover, but y/n’s enthusiasm was so contagious he really couldn’t say no.

“i’ll handle the pasta since i’m making it from scratch, you’re in charge of the sauce which should be easy enough for a beginner like yourself.” y/n explained, turning to face changbin who was smiling at him absentmindedly.

“uh, y/n, i’m a sauce master. i ain’t a noob.”

“suuure, babe.” y/n scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“i am, i am! i swear, this will be the best alfredo sauce you’ve ever had.”

“you’ve never even made it before.”

“then you can teach me.” changbin smirked, pressing a brief, cocky kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

the couple soon got to work, whirring around the kitchen like mice, grabbing whatever they needed to make their dinner. y/n was busy at work, beating eggs into the small mound of flour, whereas changbin was sorta just looking around, his brain foggy with exhaustion.

“baaaabe?”

“yes changbin?”

“where’s the parmesan?”

“in the fridge, love. where it always is.”

changbin pulled the large block of cheese from the fridge and chopped off a small slice, popping it in his mouth. and then another. and another. and another. and he kept going until his cheeks were chubby like a baby squirrel. changbin is baby but whatever

“mmmm,” changbin hummed, his mouth full of parmesan. “cheeth.”

“can i have some?”

“of course,” he said, grating a generous flake of cheese and placing it in his lovers mouth, allowing his thumb to brush over y/n’s lips in a quiet moment of admiration.

y/n groaned in happiness. “i love this cheese so much, oh my gOD-“

changbin smiled, pouring the rest of the grated cheese into the hot pan.

“oh yeah? more than you love me?”

“of course not, although it’s very close.”

changbin fake groaned, pulling y/n into his arms. “i can’t believe my competition is a block of cheese.”

y/n pulled changbin even closer, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder, their hands clasped together. it was as though their hands were meant to hold each other, like a lock and key - perfectly suited for one another.

“crap!” y/n called out, pulling away from their warm hug.

“what?”

“i forgot to buy broccoli. would you mind keeping an eye on the stove? i’m gonna head to the supermarket and see if they have any.”

“yeah, i can do that. be quick.”

“of course.” y/n pecked changbin’s cheek and jogged out of the house, approaching the mini-mart across the street in hopes of finding some produce.

little did he know the chaos that had occurred in the short period of time y/n was gone.

when y/n returned, small packet of broccoli in hand, changbin was frantically trying to clean up the mess he had created.

“babe... don’t enter the kitchen.” changbin called out from around the corner. “there was a very, very small accident.”

“really? i was gone for like, twenty minutes. are you okay?”

“i’m fine, but the sauce... i couldn’t save it... it’s gone...” he announced forlornly.

when y/n entered his eyes were met with the sight of creamy alfredo sauce splashed across the stove and kitchen walls, coating everything it touched in a cheesy film. it looked like a ghost got brutally murdered.

“changbin... what did you do?”

“it started bubbling really really hard and i panicked, so i took it off the stove and then it bubbled at me and i, uh, kinda got carried away and dropped it.”

unable to keep a straight face, y/n burst out into laughter.

“you aren’t mad?”

“of course i’m not mad, it was an accident. these things happen. though, i wish you were as good at cooking as you are everything else.” y/n grinned, taking changbin’s hand in his.

“what are we gonna have for dinner now? the pasta is soggy and the sauce is gone.”

“well, for starters, we’ll have to clean this up. but we can just order takeout.”

“what are you in the mood for?”

“i dunno, just not italian.”

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[14:04] your last class of the day was just about to start when yang jeongin, your seat mate, leaned over and tapped you on the shoulder, asking if he could copy your homework. again.

sighing, you retrieved your homework out of your bag and placed it in front of him. "don't make it look too obvious."

"i never do. you know that i'm a master of disguise, y/n."

"yeah, sure," you retaliated. "changing the order of a couple of words in a sentence doesn't make it less obvious that you copied."

he squinted and stuck his tongue out at you.

"i better get a reward for this," you grumbled.

at the end of the class, you were just walking out of the door when someone grabbed your bag, holding you back. you turned to face jeongin. he stared at you blankly, to which you gave a expectant nod.

"yes?"

"why are you leaving?"

you paused. what was wrong with this kid? "because it's the end of the day and i want to go home," you replied, matter-of-factly. "why? do you sleep on the desks overnight?"

"no! and i know, i just thought you might want your reward." a moment of silence as you blinked in confusion. "you know, for helping me."

"oh, okay. go ahead."

you held out your hands to him, expecting sweet treats, or money, or something of the likes to be placed generously in your palms.

you received nothing of the sort.

instead, a warm hand grasped your own, and before you could react, jeongin began pulling you through of the school.

"hey, what are you doing?"

he didn't answer, only dragged you through the corridors and out of the front gates. he only stopped when you planted your feet into the ground, stopping him from walking. defiantly, you untangled your hands. "jeongin, what the hell is going on?"

"i want to give you your reward."

"and my reward is being kidnapped?"

"no," he chuckled, eyes smiling with him and making your heart beat a lot faster than it should've. "i'm gonna take you out to get boba. there's a new shop near the park so we can go there."

you felt all of the breath leave your lungs at his words. you had expected a bar of chocolate at most for your help, not something like this.

"like...a date," you asked, except it sounded like more of a statement. you regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, but jeongin nodded—much to your surprise.

"like a date," he confirmed. smiling, he held his hand out to you. "you coming?"

If you write purely sfw stray kids fanfiction, please rb this with your url in the tags so that I can add you to my blogroll !!

Or if you know someone who does, feel free to rb and add their url in the tags !! I wanna read and recommend as many sfw blogs as possible. 🥰

Also please rb to spread the word.

requests—

hey ya’ll, peachy here.

i’ve decided that i’m gonna open my inbox for requests bc i’m not sure what i wanna post on here since my motivation to write all the WiPs i have is supremely low, so i figured i’d actually write stuff that other people want.

but i gotta lay down a few rules before i do:

1) i do not write smut and i will not write smut. i’m sorry, but it’s just not something i’m good at - not to mention i don’t feel great about imagining the sex lives of real or fictional people. it’s just kinda icky.

2) i don’t write alpha, beta, omega, whatever wolf-pack kinda stuff. i joke about catboys all the time, but i’m not up for actually writing about it.

3) if you want me to write the reader as being male or female specifically, u gotta let me know. otherwise imma just do it gender neutral and it might not be as satisfying for u as the person who requested it.

4) i’m not open to writing character x character, unless they’re fictional then it’s fine. although, i won’t write incest, even if they’re fictional or adopted siblings.

5) i’m okay with writing about sensitive subjects like mental illness (depression, anxiety, etc) and prejudice (sexism, discrimination, etc) but if you’ve requested certain things that i don’t think i can write, i just won’t write it or i’ll private message you so we can alter it together and i’ll write something different.

okay, so now all the boring and important stuff is out of the way let’s look at the fun stuff!!

what i write:

• imagines/drabbles

• headcanons

• blurbs

fandoms i write for:

• marvel cinematic universe - specifically bucky barnes, steve rogers, peter parker, pietro maximoff, thor, loki, jack thompson, daniel sousa, young howard stark (from agent carter).

• dc universe - dick grayson (from titans) and gar logan (from titans).

• the umbrella academy - specifically diego hargreeves.

• peaky blinders - specifically thomas shelby and alfie solomons.

• star wars - specifically kylo ren/ben solo, poe dameron, and finn.

• adam driver cinematic universe - specifically kylo ren, ben solo, flip zimmerman, and charlie barber.

• the originals - specifically klaus mikaelson.

• brooklyn 99 - specifically rosa diaz.

kpop groups i write for:

• bts

• stray kids

• twice

• nct

• red velvet

if u want me to write anything, u can send me a private message or send an ask to my inbox.

thank youuu (๑╹ω╹๑ )

Hyunjin: You know what? I think I'm getting really good at taking constructive criticism.

Chan: Oh that's cool! So about your dancing earlier—

Hyunjin: *already crying* Go ahead,

chan if you're reading this on your tumblr account, hit me up

felix: what are you doing?

chan looking up from his laptop: making a new song

felix: okay, i won't bother you

chan: *continues writing enemies to lovers trope 700k words on ao3*