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• Dating Bangchan would include being a passenger princess/prince whenever he is around.
• The members call you when they think he is overworking himself.
• Chris always has a hand on your lower back or around your waist when y'all are in a crowded area.
• Getting along with Hannah.
• Getting random pictures of him and Berry from his mom and Hannah when he is visiting Australia.
• Having studio dates in the studio.
• Being able to watch him practice new dances with the members.
• Being on the inside when y'all go on midnight walks.
• Having him saved as father kangaroo🦘 in your phone.
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This was so sweet 🥺 Cramps are honestly the absolute worst, hope you’re feeling better 🫶 Sending you lots of positive energy 💕
📺 SAFE HAVEN ( stray kids )
❛ Chan takes care of you while on your period.
𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 + female reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 6 mins
꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This was so sweet to write 🥹 I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Reader is on her period, Chan takes care of you, you’re both visiting Chan’s family in Australia, very brief mention of guilt, let me know if I missed anything!
( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )
The soft murmur of your favorite show played faintly in the background, each line of dialogue blending into a soothing yet distant hum. The television’s glow cast a gentle light across the room, but its usual comfort eluded you today. Instead, you lay in bed, curled into a tight ball, desperately seeking relief from the relentless, gnawing cramps that seemed to seize your body from within. Your limbs wrapped around yourself as if trying to shield against the waves of pain that rippled through your core.
Your face contorted with each sharp pang, your expression a silent testimony to the agony that had besieged you since morning. The familiar script of your monthly torment played out with a cruel consistency, each episode bringing no closer respite. The same story, month after month, had woven itself into the fabric of your existence, a bleak narrative of suffering that refused to grant you reprieve.
No matter the remedy you tried, the painkillers, the herbal teas, the hot water bottles – all seemed powerless against the merciless grip of your cramps. It was as if your body had built an impenetrable fortress against relief, immune to every effort to ease your suffering. This miserable reality hovered at the edges of your thoughts, mocking your attempts to find solace. The knowledge that nothing seemed to help only deepened the sense of helplessness that accompanied these moments, leaving you to endure the pain in a seemingly endless cycle of discomfort and despair.
A groan brushed past your lips as you shifted in bed, trying to find a more comfortable position amid the relentless ache. The door to your boyfriend's childhood bedroom creaked open, revealing Chan's cautious form as he slowly made his way inside. In his hands, he held a paper bag filled with various items from the nearby convenience store. The room filled with the gentle rustling of the bag and the soft creak of the wooden floor beneath his feet.
Opening one eye, you saw Chan's gentle smile, his concern palpable even in the dim light. But the sight of his kindness brought a sudden wave of guilt crashing over you, and you quickly closed your eye again, unable to meet his gaze. Today was supposed to be filled with joy and family, a rare chance for Chan to spend a full day with his loved ones. Yet, your unexpected period had left you bedridden, tethered to the soft confines of his old bed.
Despite your insistence that he go on without you, Chan had refused to leave your side. You should have known better than to think he would actually listen when he knew you were struggling. His unwavering presence, while comforting, only deepened your sense of guilt. You felt like an anchor, keeping him from the family he so seldom got to see. The thought weighed heavily on you, intertwining with the physical discomfort in a cruel dance of emotions.
Chan moved quietly around the room, placing the bag on the nightstand. The contents clinked softly together: a mix of your favorite snacks, a bottle of water, pain relievers, and a few other thoughtful items he hoped might bring you some relief. His every action spoke of his care and love, a gentle reassurance that he was here for you, despite your own feelings of inadequacy.
"I told you I would be okay, Channie," you whined, your voice laced with exasperation. He responded with an adorable chuckle, the sound like a soothing balm to your frayed nerves, as he took his spot beside you on the bed. His strong arms wrapped around your torso, their embrace offering the perfect comfort you couldn’t resist, even as you continued to pout.
"I know you did, baby, but I couldn't leave you behind like this," he replied, his voice filled with the gentle reassurance you had come to love. His words were expected, yet they still carried a warmth that made your heart ache with gratitude. "I went out and got you some goodies instead. We can cuddle and watch your show for a while. I promise my family understands."
Despite his comforting presence, you huffed at him, furrowing your eyebrows in a show of disapproval. Still, you allowed him to turn you around, positioning you so that his warm thigh pressed against your lower abdomen. The combination of pressure and warmth brought a sigh of relief from your lips as the pain subsided a little, eliciting a light giggle from him.
His laughter was a melody that soothed your soul, and though you tried to maintain your disgruntled demeanor, the comfort of his touch and the relief from your cramps were undeniable. His presence was a reminder that you were cherished, that he was willing to sacrifice his day to ensure you felt loved and cared for.
As you nestled closer to him, the room filled with the soft sounds of your favorite show and the quiet hum of shared contentment. The guilt and frustration began to melt away, replaced by a serene gratitude for the man who held you so tenderly. In this moment, wrapped in his embrace, you felt a deep sense of peace, knowing that even in your weakest moments, you were never alone. His love was a steadfast anchor, grounding you amidst the storm of your discomfort, and for that, you were eternally thankful.
"Still, your family barely gets to see you, so I feel bad for taking you away from them when you're finally here," you mumbled shyly, a frown forming on your lips at the mere thought. The weight of your guilt pressed heavily on your heart, clouding the joy of having Chan by your side. His presence was a comfort, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that you were stealing precious moments from his family.
Chan shifted closer, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His hand found its way to your stomach, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your skin. The gentle motion was a balm to your frayed nerves, easing the tension that had settled in your muscles. "Do you really think my mother would have let me go out with them?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "She would've lectured for an hour about how she raised me to be a gentleman and how it would make me a jerk if I left you here, anyway."
You both chuckled at the vivid truth in his words, the sound a shared moment of lightness in the midst of your discomfort. You could almost see the scene unfold in your mind's eye: Chan, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as his mother delivered her heartfelt lecture. Despite being a grown adult who had lived in another country for a good half of his life, his mother still held a significant sway over him. It was a testament to the deep respect he had for her, a trait you found profoundly admirable.
The thought of his mother’s gentle scolding brought a small smile to your lips. It spoke volumes about the kind of man Chan was – considerate, respectful, and deeply loyal to those he loved. The room seemed to warm with the shared laughter and the soft murmur of your favorite show playing in the background.
As you lay there, cocooned in the soft blankets and Chan's tender embrace, the guilt began to ebb away, replaced by a serene gratitude. His hand continued its comforting motion on your stomach, each circle a silent promise of his unwavering support. In these quiet moments, you felt the depth of his love, a love that transcended the miles between his family and the life you shared together.
The room, filled with the gentle hum of the television and the soft rustle of your shared laughter, became a haven of peace. In Chan's arms, you found a sanctuary from the world, a place where you could let go of your worries and simply be. The guilt that had once plagued you now seemed distant, replaced by the comforting knowledge that you were cherished beyond measure.
Eventually, you came to terms with the fact that the day would have unfolded just the same regardless of your wishes. Accepting this reality, you cuddled up to Chan's warm body with a contented sigh, letting your eyes flutter closed. The weight of the day seemed to lift as you nestled closer, finding solace in the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.
Chan's fingers moved through your hair absentmindedly, each stroke a tender caress that soothed your frayed nerves. His attention was fixed on the show playing softly in the background, a familiar comfort that you had watched so many times you were sure you could act out every scene if asked. The gentle serenity of his presence was a balm to your senses, distracting you from the dull ache of your cramps, which had already begun to subside with the warmth of his thigh pressed against you.
Your arms wrapped around his torso, pulling yourself closer to him, seeking the comfort and security that his embrace always provided. The world outside faded away, leaving only the cocoon of your shared warmth and the soft hum of the television. Chan's steady heartbeat became a lullaby, each beat guiding you closer to the edge of sleep.
As sleep began to drape over you like a warm blanket, you felt a profound sense of peace. The weight of the day, the guilt, and the discomfort all melted away, replaced by the serene tranquility of being held by the one you loved. The soft whispers of the show, the rhythmic motion of his fingers in your hair, and the warmth of his body all conspired to lull you into a restful slumber.
It wasn't long before you drifted off, enveloped in the safety of Chan's arms. In those final moments of wakefulness, you felt a deep gratitude for his unwavering presence, a silent promise that you were never alone. Sleep claimed you gently, and you surrendered to it with a heart full of love and a body finally at ease, cradled in the sanctuary of his embrace.
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can i please have channie taking care of reader during her period? 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Hey lovely! It took me a little bit longer than I expected BUT I hope I delivered! Thank you so much for the request! ── ( 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 )
📺 SAFE HAVEN 📺
( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ) 1.6k
📺 SAFE HAVEN ( stray kids )
❛ Chan takes care of you while on your period.
𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 + female reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 6 mins
꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This was so sweet to write 🥹 I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Reader is on her period, Chan takes care of you, you’re both visiting Chan’s family in Australia, very brief mention of guilt, let me know if I missed anything!
( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )
The soft murmur of your favorite show played faintly in the background, each line of dialogue blending into a soothing yet distant hum. The television’s glow cast a gentle light across the room, but its usual comfort eluded you today. Instead, you lay in bed, curled into a tight ball, desperately seeking relief from the relentless, gnawing cramps that seemed to seize your body from within. Your limbs wrapped around yourself as if trying to shield against the waves of pain that rippled through your core.
Your face contorted with each sharp pang, your expression a silent testimony to the agony that had besieged you since morning. The familiar script of your monthly torment played out with a cruel consistency, each episode bringing no closer respite. The same story, month after month, had woven itself into the fabric of your existence, a bleak narrative of suffering that refused to grant you reprieve.
No matter the remedy you tried, the painkillers, the herbal teas, the hot water bottles – all seemed powerless against the merciless grip of your cramps. It was as if your body had built an impenetrable fortress against relief, immune to every effort to ease your suffering. This miserable reality hovered at the edges of your thoughts, mocking your attempts to find solace. The knowledge that nothing seemed to help only deepened the sense of helplessness that accompanied these moments, leaving you to endure the pain in a seemingly endless cycle of discomfort and despair.
A groan brushed past your lips as you shifted in bed, trying to find a more comfortable position amid the relentless ache. The door to your boyfriend's childhood bedroom creaked open, revealing Chan's cautious form as he slowly made his way inside. In his hands, he held a paper bag filled with various items from the nearby convenience store. The room filled with the gentle rustling of the bag and the soft creak of the wooden floor beneath his feet.
Opening one eye, you saw Chan's gentle smile, his concern palpable even in the dim light. But the sight of his kindness brought a sudden wave of guilt crashing over you, and you quickly closed your eye again, unable to meet his gaze. Today was supposed to be filled with joy and family, a rare chance for Chan to spend a full day with his loved ones. Yet, your unexpected period had left you bedridden, tethered to the soft confines of his old bed.
Despite your insistence that he go on without you, Chan had refused to leave your side. You should have known better than to think he would actually listen when he knew you were struggling. His unwavering presence, while comforting, only deepened your sense of guilt. You felt like an anchor, keeping him from the family he so seldom got to see. The thought weighed heavily on you, intertwining with the physical discomfort in a cruel dance of emotions.
Chan moved quietly around the room, placing the bag on the nightstand. The contents clinked softly together: a mix of your favorite snacks, a bottle of water, pain relievers, and a few other thoughtful items he hoped might bring you some relief. His every action spoke of his care and love, a gentle reassurance that he was here for you, despite your own feelings of inadequacy.
"I told you I would be okay, Channie," you whined, your voice laced with exasperation. He responded with an adorable chuckle, the sound like a soothing balm to your frayed nerves, as he took his spot beside you on the bed. His strong arms wrapped around your torso, their embrace offering the perfect comfort you couldn’t resist, even as you continued to pout.
"I know you did, baby, but I couldn't leave you behind like this," he replied, his voice filled with the gentle reassurance you had come to love. His words were expected, yet they still carried a warmth that made your heart ache with gratitude. "I went out and got you some goodies instead. We can cuddle and watch your show for a while. I promise my family understands."
Despite his comforting presence, you huffed at him, furrowing your eyebrows in a show of disapproval. Still, you allowed him to turn you around, positioning you so that his warm thigh pressed against your lower abdomen. The combination of pressure and warmth brought a sigh of relief from your lips as the pain subsided a little, eliciting a light giggle from him.
His laughter was a melody that soothed your soul, and though you tried to maintain your disgruntled demeanor, the comfort of his touch and the relief from your cramps were undeniable. His presence was a reminder that you were cherished, that he was willing to sacrifice his day to ensure you felt loved and cared for.
As you nestled closer to him, the room filled with the soft sounds of your favorite show and the quiet hum of shared contentment. The guilt and frustration began to melt away, replaced by a serene gratitude for the man who held you so tenderly. In this moment, wrapped in his embrace, you felt a deep sense of peace, knowing that even in your weakest moments, you were never alone. His love was a steadfast anchor, grounding you amidst the storm of your discomfort, and for that, you were eternally thankful.
"Still, your family barely gets to see you, so I feel bad for taking you away from them when you're finally here," you mumbled shyly, a frown forming on your lips at the mere thought. The weight of your guilt pressed heavily on your heart, clouding the joy of having Chan by your side. His presence was a comfort, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that you were stealing precious moments from his family.
Chan shifted closer, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His hand found its way to your stomach, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your skin. The gentle motion was a balm to your frayed nerves, easing the tension that had settled in your muscles. "Do you really think my mother would have let me go out with them?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "She would've lectured for an hour about how she raised me to be a gentleman and how it would make me a jerk if I left you here, anyway."
You both chuckled at the vivid truth in his words, the sound a shared moment of lightness in the midst of your discomfort. You could almost see the scene unfold in your mind's eye: Chan, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as his mother delivered her heartfelt lecture. Despite being a grown adult who had lived in another country for a good half of his life, his mother still held a significant sway over him. It was a testament to the deep respect he had for her, a trait you found profoundly admirable.
The thought of his mother’s gentle scolding brought a small smile to your lips. It spoke volumes about the kind of man Chan was – considerate, respectful, and deeply loyal to those he loved. The room seemed to warm with the shared laughter and the soft murmur of your favorite show playing in the background.
As you lay there, cocooned in the soft blankets and Chan's tender embrace, the guilt began to ebb away, replaced by a serene gratitude. His hand continued its comforting motion on your stomach, each circle a silent promise of his unwavering support. In these quiet moments, you felt the depth of his love, a love that transcended the miles between his family and the life you shared together.
The room, filled with the gentle hum of the television and the soft rustle of your shared laughter, became a haven of peace. In Chan's arms, you found a sanctuary from the world, a place where you could let go of your worries and simply be. The guilt that had once plagued you now seemed distant, replaced by the comforting knowledge that you were cherished beyond measure.
Eventually, you came to terms with the fact that the day would have unfolded just the same regardless of your wishes. Accepting this reality, you cuddled up to Chan's warm body with a contented sigh, letting your eyes flutter closed. The weight of the day seemed to lift as you nestled closer, finding solace in the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.
Chan's fingers moved through your hair absentmindedly, each stroke a tender caress that soothed your frayed nerves. His attention was fixed on the show playing softly in the background, a familiar comfort that you had watched so many times you were sure you could act out every scene if asked. The gentle serenity of his presence was a balm to your senses, distracting you from the dull ache of your cramps, which had already begun to subside with the warmth of his thigh pressed against you.
Your arms wrapped around his torso, pulling yourself closer to him, seeking the comfort and security that his embrace always provided. The world outside faded away, leaving only the cocoon of your shared warmth and the soft hum of the television. Chan's steady heartbeat became a lullaby, each beat guiding you closer to the edge of sleep.
As sleep began to drape over you like a warm blanket, you felt a profound sense of peace. The weight of the day, the guilt, and the discomfort all melted away, replaced by the serene tranquility of being held by the one you loved. The soft whispers of the show, the rhythmic motion of his fingers in your hair, and the warmth of his body all conspired to lull you into a restful slumber.
It wasn't long before you drifted off, enveloped in the safety of Chan's arms. In those final moments of wakefulness, you felt a deep gratitude for his unwavering presence, a silent promise that you were never alone. Sleep claimed you gently, and you surrendered to it with a heart full of love and a body finally at ease, cradled in the sanctuary of his embrace.
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𖥻 gentle loving
♡┊𝐇𝐘𝐕𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ; bang chan
as you opened your eyes your boyfriend has already gone to the gym with his friends , so you decided to lay in bed longer and enjoy his calming scent a bit longer. you fell back asleep for another hour until the sunlight woke you up yet again. you yawn before searching for your phone to look at the notifications you got overnight. nothing grabbed your interest till you saw a message from your best friend.
you responded to her knowing she will tease you for always answering late after you finished texting her you got up and went downstairs to the kitchen where you saw a bright pink post it with your boyfriends messy handwriting on the table.
morning love
got you some breakfast at the coffee shop it’s in the fridge.
have a nice day love you <3
and a cute heart drawn at the bottom of the note.
it made you smile at how thoughtful he was even if it was just a simple thing like getting you breakfast early in the morning. after texting him a quick thanks for the breakfast baby, you grabbed the plate and a coffee/tea/juice (whatever u prefer) and sat down at the dining table scrolling on TikTok while eating as you heard the sound of the door opening and closing. you heard something dropping on the floor probably chan’s gym bag. you where still lost in your thoughts as your boyfriend enters the kitchen with a smile on his face and his curly fluffy hair.
his bare face and natural hair had always been your favourite sight to see, so you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. you stood up and quickly put your arms around him just as he puts both of his hand on your hips. chan’s face mirrors your own affectionate smile “hey love”
he said in a gentle voice which only made your heart speed up more so you didn’t hold back and kissed him. it was one of those kisses where you just let your actions speak for you as your lips danced together. neither of you had realised how long the kiss went on but neither of you were complaining as you just hold each other and enjoyed being together. the day continues like that no need to rush anything as you and chan cuddle up on the couch putting on a random show which no one of you paid attention to because you were to focused on each other. you smiled softly as you looked down on your chest seeing chan sleeping on it soft snores escaping his pretty lips as you tangled your hand in his soft curls and closed your eyes <3
Boyfriend!SKZ Texts
Prompt: Calling them your husband
Hyung Line
|Ink| 01
Tattoo artist!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader
Genre(s): Strangers to lovers, One night stand, Unexpected relationship
Smut Warnings: Intoxication, unprotected sex, Soft!Dom Chan, Switch!Reader, Degrading, Creampies, Breeding kink
Synopsis: You needed to get a tattoo covered up, one you got for your ex. You’re in a new city and go to the closest tattoo parlor by your apartment. The main tattoo artist and owner just so happens to live across the hall from you. Drunken actions turn into a spiral of emotions and your first healthy relationship.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Part 2 ࿐ྂ
The black ink of a slightly faded tattoo stared back at you, right on the inner part of your left wrist.
It’s been almost a year since you broke up with your last boyfriend, the relationship lasting far longer than it should have. The toxicity and constant insecurity while being with him took a toll on you until you finally broke.
Moving to Seoul was an abrupt decision. Your main goal was to just get as much distance as you could from him, in hopes he’d fade with your memories.
This tattoo on your wrist fails to help you forget about him though.
You had gotten it as a matching couples tattoo. Despite all the warnings from people and the internet to never get matching tattoos with someone, you had made yet another impulsive decision.
Your old tattoo artist, who’s worked on majority of your tattoos, is now too far away. You’d have to take time off work to see her, and with the recent dent in your bank account due to the move, you couldn’t afford missing a day.
You turned to face your nightstand and grab your phone off the wooden furniture.
A quick google search leads you to: Stray Kids Studio. It’s not a common name for a tattoo parlor, but the prices are in your range. Ratings say they’re good and when you’re able to find their Instagram account you see countless amazing pieces.
Still, with another glance at the tattoo, you don’t know if you’re able to cover it up well enough to forget the original design.
ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
“The 16th?” A smooth voice confirms, the subtle sound of clicking on a keyboard could be heard over the phone.
After a week of consideration you finally decided to make an appointment at the tattoo parlor.
“Yeah, any time after… 3 pm? It’s a small tattoo, fine line.” Another hum is followed after you answer. “We have an appointment for 3:30 pm, two of our artists. Are you looking for color or traditional?”
“Traditional.”
“That works! Our artist Chan will be the one to cover your tattoo up. Just make sure to bring in some sort of identification and payment, we’ll get you to the back as soon as we verify everything.”
You had already given them your name, so the appointment was finalized after you gave them your number and email so they could contact you in case you forget.
You still weren’t sure how the tattoo will end up, it’s almost worst to have a shitty scribble on your wrist than an old couples tattoo.
Luckily it isn’t his initials, only a small outline of a hummingbird from an intimate inside joke between you two. It’s totally not as if it makes your chest burn hot with rage and jaw clench at just how fucked up that relationship was.
Maybe a blacked out wrist wasn’t so bad after all.
ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
“You sure you’re up for going out tonight?”
One of your friends sit behind you, sitting on the edge of your bed as she watches you get ready in your mirror.
You glance at her through the mirror with a beauty blender in hand. “It’s been a while since I went out, I need to make the most of my twenties.”
She sighs with a small smile and shake of her head. “Your impulsive decisions are going to get you in serious trouble. Not just shitty tattoos or moving to a whole new city. We’ve made it this far without my phone ringing from the county jail.”
You roll your eyes at the hint of sarcasm in her last sentence, shoulders slumping. “I’m not going to hop in someone’s backseat of their car or anything. I’ll stay close.”
“Sure.” She chuckles before pushing off the bed to help you with your hair.
ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
It’s been what feels like years since you last were at a club. The hot air from a crowd of people and the nauseating bumping of loud music.
Some places could be really chill, not so cramped. This place, the White Rabbit, is extremely busy on Saturday night.
Knowing this however, you’ve taken some precautions.
A group of your friends already have a booth claimed, a tray of clear liquor shots.
“Tito’s, Everclear and Absolute Vodka.” One of your friends, a small and usually energetic blonde, pointed at each round of shots.
“I can alreayd feel the vomit in my throat.” You mumble, grimacing but picking up one of them readily. With a chaser in hand you shoot back the first one.
Then the second, third, onto your fourth.
Throughout the night, past 3 hours, the shots kept coming. You tried your best to pace yourself, not wanting to get alcohol poisoning.
It was hard when you wanted to get that fuzzy warm feeling fast in your chest. Fast, ended up with it all crashing at once like a train wreck.
“Where are you going?” One of your friends slurred, trying her best to yell over the music and conversations all at once. “Bathroom!” You lied, purse around your shoulder and phone in hand.
You can’t remember if you still had your wallet, but you left your credit and or debit cards at home beforehand. You could afford to get another ID if you did happen to leave it.
What you instead did was go outside, taking in the biggest breath of your life to calm down the spinning feeling in your head.
A groan slipped past your lips, squatting down to the ground to clutch your head between your hands.
You took deep breaths to stop your chest from heaving and trying to throw up the poison in your system.
Your ankles felt weak, vision going spotty. It had been so long since you last partied that you didn’t realize your tolerance was so shit. It made you want to take the longest sleep of your life.
Something cool touched your temple, leaving a wet spot on your flushed skin.
To your right was a man, all black outfit and bottle of water in hand. The streetlight did a poor job of providing enough lighting to see his face but you could make out the slight smile of amusement.
“Where’s your friend? Friends? Need me to call a taxi?” His voice is slightly deep, a little more raspy than anything but what catches your half lidded eyes is the silver jewelry on his lips.
You point to your own lips, head tilting to the side absentmindedly.
“Did that hurt?” You mumble, eyes widening at just how slurred your speech sounded.
He chuckle, squatting down to mimick you and press the water to your free hand. “Did them myself, always hurts more.”
That’s when you notice two other guys, seemingly hanging back and waiting for him with the open door of a taxi.
He follows your gaze and points at the yellow car with his thumb. “Wanna ride with us? Or we can call a different one for us and you take that one.”
The answer is obvious in your drunken mind, a car ride with an attractive sounding man makes your face flush more.
“Friend.” You mumbled back instead, your mind not letting you forget about your friend you drove with you. Your car should be nearby, she said she’d be the designated driver but you lost each other in the crowd after your something odd shot.
He nods with a hum and stands back up, the water still in your hands. He looks back at his waiting friends who almost instantly sigh and close the door.
It makes you raise an eyebrow as the two walk over and the stranger pulls you up abruptly.
You would have screamed in fear, the situation suddenly feeling like a kidnapping, but he set you back down immediately as soon as you regained proper footing.
“Do you have your phone with you? Try calling her.”
Your purse suddenly felt heavier, the reminder of the cellular device in there making you blink your eyes rapidly and look down at it.
Luckily muscle memory helped you type in your password without much thought, but you held the screen up to him with squinted eyes.
“Her name is Haeji.” You slurred, feeling too nauseous suddenly to stare at the bright light for too long.
The stranger looked down at the phone screen and let out another small laugh. He hesitated at first, but clicked on the contact app nonetheless and scrolled till he found Haeji’s name and number.
She was panicked at first, hearing a male voice after picking up the call, but he was able to explain before she drew conclusions.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t run off!” Haeji sighed in relief, crouching down to your drunken form as you hummed back. “Nooo, I said I wouldn’t get in someone’s car.” You replied with a slurred giggle.
Haeji looked up to thank the three men, but found them already waving down another taxi and preparing to leave.
“C’mon, let’s get you home.” She mumbled, looping an arm under your left arm with your right arm over her neck.
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Getting a tattoo post hangover is not ideal. You hoped they couldn’t tell how exhausted you were, with sunglasses and hood up.
You hadn’t bothered applying anything more than mascara and lip balm, not in the mood to try and look presentable.
The person at the counter you spoke with truly didn’t match his voice, it was only did he address you by confirming you’re who you are, did you realize it was the same guy.
“I’m Felix, if you decide to book another appointment with us; I’ll be the one you’re most likely talking to.”
He smiled a sweet smile, pearly white teeth and slightly scrunched nose. You couldn’t help but internally oogle at how attractive he is.
Next, he gestured to a curtain, pulling it back for you to see a short and well lit hallway. “It’s the one in the far right.” He pointed to it, the door with a big silver 4 on it.
“He’s just coming off lunch break so you won’t be waiting for long.”
You nodded and stepped into the room, the decor minimal but sleek at the same time. It didn’t feel cold like a standard office would but the lack of colors and mostly blacks with dark grays provided a layer of mystery to whoever your tattooer is.
Hopefully he’s not the opposite of Felix, zero smiles and a deadpanned voice. At the same time you didn’t care, just wanting to cover this tattoo up as fast as you can.
“I’m sorry- usually I like introducing myself in the lobby but I ended up a few minutes behind.”
The rushed words and opening of the room’s door made you break out of your thoughts.
Familiarity struck you, silver lip piercings and protective atmosphere.
He seemed to recognize you too, a smile breaking out on his face. “You sure you shouldn’t be at home right now? You looked pretty shit faced the other night.”
Your tongue clicked and shoulders sagged at his easy teasing. “I was just a little rusty, should I be concerned about you though? Don’t want my tattooer to be hungover.”
He mimicked the noise you made earlier with a slightly more sarcastic click of his own. “I’m guessing you made it home fine?”
His coat was hung up on the door, making your eyes trace his bare arms. In the middle of August it’s to be expected people wear tank tops but you weren’t prepared for the gains this guy had.
Not the mention the think black lines of a tattoo of his own swirling from his elbow up.
“Who did that peice?” You hummed absentmindedly, head tilting to follow the curves. He glanced down at his own arm and tapped it twice.
“My good friend, he works here too. Changbin. If this is your style I recommend coming back for something similar.”
He grinned at being able to promote one of his friends, and bringing back another customer at the same time.
“Maybe, I’m more into meanings behind tattoos.”
“What meaning is the one I’m covering up then?”
As he asked this question he’s pulling out a drawer to gather his things and snap on black rubber gloves.
You laid back onto the tattoo chair, left arm already stretching out to rest on one of the arm rests.
“Something to do with my ex.” You mumbled back, shoulders slumping.
“I know- cliche, and not a good idea.”
He chuckled in agreement, eyebrows raising at he looked at the poor quality humming bird.
He grabbed a tablet from one of the cupboard tables off to the side along with his Apple Pencil, drawing app already pulled up and ready to do.
“So what style are we going for, any inspos?”
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Making a design went smoother than you thought, he was able to draw a sketch pretty fast with help of your input.
When he put the stencil on your wrist, it looked promising as it did well to blend in with the muddled lines of your old tattoo.
The finish work as way better however.
“You can’t even see it…” You mumbled in shock, moving your wrist side to side as if trying your best to pick out the old tattoo.
“That’s the point.” He replied with a small chuckle, always prideful when a client compliments his work. Even more when said client is gorgeous.
He did a last wipe before applying the protective layer over it. “You know how to care for it as I’m assuming, and if you ever want to add something more or schedule for another I’m sure any of us will be more than happy to.”
He lead you back out to where Felix was still stationed, the blonde giving his usual friendly smile.
“Everything go well?” He asked as he pulled up your name. “Definitely, glad I was able to find such a good parlor. I was nervous since it’s obviously not my usual.”
“What place do you usually go to?” Chan asked, right hip leaning on the counter as he took off his gloves to throw away.
“It was called 8-Teez, it’s far away and I just moved.”
Felix turned around the monitor as he finally was able to pull up the payment screen.
You grabbed your card along with cash, knowing to always tip your tattoo artist.
“There’s a really good Pho place over at 7th Street, if you ever need a good food suggestion.”
You grinned at the hidden implications of his words, or, what could be there at least unless he really was just being nice.
“Yeah? I live right by there. Those new high rise apartments.”
Chan’s eyebrows seemed to raise at what you said before pointing a finger at himself.
“Me too, Apartment 143.”
You gasped as you grab your Apartment key and show him your number. “146!”
"Only 3 rooms apart." He said with obvious shock in his voice, Felix leaning over the desk to look at the key too. "Wow, what a coincidence!" He laughed while tilting his head to the side to make sure he was reading it correctly.
"Guess I'll have to drop by one of these days, Y'know, see if you're taking care of my work right."
You shook your head with an amused smile. "Totally; and I'll make sure to order takeout for two, Y'know, because starving artists and all."
Cute🥺🥺
Galanthus Girl
Genre: schoolboy!Chan, fluff
Warnings: none
Request: no
Character: Chan
Word Count: 1.5k
"Hi."
Y/N looks up in mild surprise; her fellow classmate's cheerful smile looks down at her, and if she's not mistaken, his cheeks seem flushed.
Must be the cold.
"Hi," she replies simply. She's not sure what else to say - she doesn't think she's ever spoken to him properly. He always seems so busy with his crowd of friends … and honestly, she finds them all a little intimidating.
Of course, that hasn't stopped her from falling head over heels for him.
"What are you doing?" Chan asks before crouching down beside her. His shoulder brushes her arm and she jumps, almost losing balance from her crouch.
"Taking pictures of the snowdrops," she says, pointing to a little cluster of mint green hidden beneath a thin layer of sparkling frost.
Chan leans closer, his gaze following her direction. His eyes soften when he sees the new blooms. "Did you know the Greek name for Snowdrops is Galanthus? It means milk flower."
Y/N looks at him in surprise. "You know Greek?"
"A little bit," Chan chuckles softly. "Did I impress you?"
Y/N nods. "You did."
"Good," Chan says. "That's what I'm trying to do."
Caught off guard, Y/N fully loses balance and lands backwards on her backside. The concrete is cold below her and she shivers, immediately scrambling to her knees.
"Are you okay?" Chan smiles; he reaches out and gently helps her back into her previous position, his hand warm at the small of her back. "Be careful … the ground is like ice at the moment."
He looks around, and spotting a rogue snowdrop away from the other flowers, Chan points towards it. "That flower is lonely."
"Poor thing," Y/N laughs softly. She doesn't expect him to do anything about it, so when he reaches out and gently plucks it from the frozen grass, she blinks at him in surprise.
The tips of his fingers grow red with cold as he carefully brushes the frost off of the petals, and after making sure there's no creepy crawlies hiding in the middle of it, Chan leans towards Y/N. He nestles the stem through her hair, tucking the flower into the small gap between her bobble hat and her ear.
Y/N is so surprised that she stares at him as her mouth slowly drops open. Her cold nose flushes further as Chan sits back again, observing his work with a satisfied smile.
"Now it has company," he says, rubbing the nape of his neck. "The flower met another flower."
Suddenly realising what he said, Chan's eyes widen and he covers his face with his hands. He screams through his fingers before hurriedly getting up to his feet, embarrassment flooding through his body.
"That was so cheesy," he says, rubbing his face. "I'm so sorry."
Then he runs away, muttering under his breath about going too far.
Staring after him in bewilderment, Y/N inhales slowly. She has no idea what just happened in the past five minutes, and thinking she was hallucinating, she reaches her hand to touch her hair.
The flower is still there and she exhales shakily. The boy has left behind a small mud stain on the concrete beside her from his trainers, and a faint cloud of sweet, boyish cologne. She shuts her eyes, wishing she could capture this moment in a single picture.
But after taking a shy selfie documenting the snowdrop in her hair, she realises there's no way she'll be able to truly capture this memory. The picture doesn't portray the cold temperature, nor does it show how fast her heart is beating under her padded coat. It also doesn't hold the scent of Chan's cologne that now seems to linger amongst the flower and her coat from where his hand rested against her back.
She swallows and slips her phone away into her pocket. She had begun to think this field trip was a complete waste of time; tracking up the biggest hill in their city only to come to a mud encased field seemed more underwhelming than she had thought.
But now she wonders if perhaps the stumbling boy with his flower has completely redeemed the trip for her.
Brushing her coat down, Y/N stands up and sets down the path again. She soon finds Chan pacing around like an old man near an equally old looking tree. He rubs his red hands for warmth, and Y/N only just realises he's not wearing a jacket; in fact, he's not even wearing a jumper, just a very thin looking t-shirt.
"Aren't you cold?" Y/N asks him.
Chan jumps as she approaches. His eyes melt when he notices she hasn't removed the flower, and his heart grows warm as he offers her what he hopes is a casual grin.
"Of course not," he says cheerfully. His words cause white clouds to emit from his mouth, which he bats away with a hand. "I'm okay."
Raising an eyebrow, Y/N reaches out and touches his hand with her fingers; his eyes widen at the contact, just as hers widen at how icy his skin feels.
Without hesitation, Y/N unzips her huge coat. She then pulls it off of her and walks towards a baffled looking Chan, before draping it around his shoulders.
"Here," she says, motioning for him to slip his arms in the sleeves. "I always buy oversized clothes so this should fit you."
"Hey, wait, no," Chan shrugs it off and tries to put it back on the girl, but she retaliates by quickly wrapping it back around him, mischievously zipping it all the way up with his arms stuck inside.
"You look like a burrito," Y/N giggles as Chan's eyes fall shut, a smile spreading across his face. "You can't get out now."
His hands fluttering out beneath the padding, Chan sighs. "But now you're cold."
Y/N shakes her head. She points to her huge hoodie. "I have three layers under this. I'm fine. You, on the other hand … why didn't you bring a jacket?"
Chan waddles closer to her as he smiles sheepishly. "I left it on the bus. And the bus went before I could get it."
Then he looks down. "Can you free my arms please?"
Giggling, Y/N nods. She unzips the coat and holds the sides open so Chan can slip his arms into the sleeves. He shivers with delight, nuzzling his nose down into the coat as Y/N zips it back up for him.
"You're so lucky we have the same bus on the way back," Y/N says. "Otherwise you'd have lost that coat for good."
"I know," Chan chuckles. "Stupid me, right?"
Then he playfully whacks Y/N on the arm with his sleeve. "Shouldn't the guy be the one to give the girl his jacket?"
Y/N smiles at that. "Sure. But one problem … you don't have one."
"I'll make sure I have a jacket next time then," Chan giggles, his cheeks flushing red all over again.
Y/N bites her lip. She resists the urge to throw herself at him and hug the life out of him.
"Hey Y/N?" Chan asks suddenly.
"Hmm?"
The boy looks down at his shoes. "Do you … um … maybe want to go on a date? Some time?"
Y/N stares. Whatever she was expecting him to say, it wasn't that.
All her words fly away at that moment, and she continues to stare at him blankly.
"It's okay if you don't want to … " Chan says, growing quiet. He laughs nervously. "I know I'm … pretty weird."
"No," Y/N shakes her head adamantly. "I … I'd love to go on a date with you."
Chan's eyebrows shoot up into his hair. "Really?"
"Yes, really," Y/N suddenly grins, and she covers her face with her hands. "I've had a crush on you for ages."
Chan's eyebrows seem to completely disappear as he stares at the girl in shock. "Are you joking?"
"No," Y/N says.
Chan suddenly groans. "Why didn't you ever say anything? I didn't think you liked me … you never speak to me."
"Because your friends scare me," Y/N whines. "And I didn't think you'd want me to talk to you … you're so popular. And I'm not."
Exhaling slowly, Chan steps closer to her. He shakes his head slightly before reaching out and closing his now warm fingers around hers. He laces his fingers through hers, holding her hand securely in his soft grip.
"You're so silly," Chan whispers, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he squeezes her hand. "I've liked you for ages. And my friends are the ones who always tell me to come talk to you … but I get shy."
Y/N looks down at their entwined hands. She can't help the huge smile spreading across her face. Her eyes sparkle and crinkle as she looks up at him.
"Looks like we're both silly then," she says.
Chan chuckles and nods. "Make sure you don't wear a jacket the next time I see you, okay?"
"Why?"
"So I can give you mine," Chan laughs, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "I'm so embarrassed right now you have no idea."
Y/N doesn't know what else to say; instead she leans closer to him, and softly kisses his cheek.
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Draft
This one is a draft I have been working on. Include a lot of thoughts and procrastination. Not finished, of course.
For my tulips
She would be there too, just so you know
You. His fiancée.
His cousin's words played again in his mind when his assistant reminded him of a charity ball that required his attendant tonight. Of course you would be at the charity ball, playing your part of a good-mannered, elegant conglomerate's daughter, and keeping the reputation of your family.
He couldn’t help but scoff when the thought of you crossed his mind. And then he wonders, why did he hold grudge against you despite the fact that you guys rarely crossed paths, and that you actually haven't done or said something bad about him? Maybe it's how you always be obedient, never question your parents' or your brother's words. Maybe it's how you effortlessly navigated high society despite your quiet nature (or so he heard). Or maybe it's how you didn't say much but managed to get everyone enamoured by your presence, how you didn't miss the fun while managed to ace your study and even graduated early.
How you're so perfect.
And he hates that you fit so well in the elite society when he can't find himself liking anything related to it and really fit in.
And that-
"Are you going to sit here and brood all day, dear brother?"
His sister's voice broke the silence, disrupting his trail of thoughts.
He sighed, standing up to face her, an annoyed expression pains his face. Although he really loved his sister and could do many things for her, she's too much sometimes.
"Didn't my assistant tell you that I don't want to be bothered?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the ache that was threatening to break his head.
"Yes, he did. But I don't care." she made a beeline to his desk and quickly grabbed his phone while trying to drag him toward the door.
"What do you want now?"
"Y/N and her brother will come tonight! And you have to make a good impression. No, perfect impression. And I'm making sure of it" she chirps in excitement.
"Don't you have an appointment with your stylist?" he calmly replied
"Oh. Yeah, I have to go now, but I already picked out your outfit. You have to wear it!"
And with that, his sister hastily made her way out of his office after handing him his phone back. The echo of her telling his assistant where she puts his attire for tonight's ball.
He looked down to his watch and stepped back to his desk, intending to bury himself in piles of documents so that he would no longer think about this.
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You were lying on a cozy spa bed with the fragrant herbal face mask applied on your skin, listening to your childhood friend rambling about her plans for your vacation.
“So you will spend the summer home and then go back to England?” she wondered, looking at her freshly manicured hand.
“That’s the plan. But it depends on how things turn out here” you muttered. Your mind went back to what your brother had previously said.
You would spend your summer here at home to unwind, and to learn more about your fiance. If you still not interested in him, then you could break your engagement, and you were free to go back to England to pursue your academic goals, or wherever you want to go.
“He really told you that? And you agreed?” your friend cocked her eyebrows
“I don’t see any problem with that. Besides,how much feeling I can develop for a person in the matter of a few months? This isn’t movies”
“You don’t know that. Chris is very charismatic” your friend leaned toward you, a teasing grin on her face.
Christopher Bang. Your fiance.
The engagement was made even before your birth with the friendship of your families and promises of stocks and investments. And despite being engaged to each other, you haven’t met many times. The only time you remembered meeting him was at your parents’ anniversary when you guys were introduced to each other, barely holding conversation but exchanging pleasantries.
But oddly enough, you remembered his appearance. His face with a touch of boyishness and youth of one at the ripe age of 20. He was wearing a three piece suit in deep navy blue with matching tie and sapphire cufflinks. His expression distant and cold, made you wonder if he hated you or it was just general annoyance to people.
My name is Christopher
You wondered what he’s like now.
“Looking good?” your friend spoke up, showing you her nails, now all adorned with little bows and gems
“Anyway, the auction tonight has that painting you like. But I guess it’ll be difficult for you to obtain it. But why do you want it anyways?” she said, leaning on the armrest of the divan, seemingly bored
“Birthday present for Hyunjin” you stretched out your arms, stood up from the spa bed
“Come come, or we’ll be late”
The manager came greeting the two of you with the scent of cedarwood. You lifted your hand to your nose as the too pungent scent hit your senses. She offered gifts and compliments you two with a rigid customer service smile, obviously wanting to secure new potential patrons.
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
dating skz headcanons—
written by: 🐝
genre: pure, tooth-rotting fluff
warnings: none
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bang chan
• pretends not to notice when u take his hoodies bc he secretly loves it sosososo much
• he calls u baby and u call him sweetheart 💘💘
• chan wants to marry u so bad ,,
• im not even kidding
• he has a ring picked out and everything
• will give u piggybacks bc he’s rlly strong and wants u to hold onto him tightly and needs an excuse
• chan is buff as hell but wbk
• omg boyfriend!chan is just 😙👌
minho
• matching/coordinating outfits!!
• minho is more reserved about pda, but when ur alone he’s a huge cuddlebug and might actually squeeze u to death with all of his love.
• definitely the jealous type but refuses to let it get in the way of ur relationship bc he doesn’t want to lose u
• we stan a healthy relationship 😌😌
• congratulations ur now step-parent to 3 cats!!
• for real tho,, soonie, doongie, and dori love u,,,
• u and minho baby them sm
changbin
• u call him binnie and he calls u peanut 🥺🥺🥺
• he looks tough but he’s actually the softest boy ever
• brb just sobbing about soft!changbin
• will pepper ur face with kisses every time he holds u in his arms,, he’s so jacked u can’t escape,,,
• not that ur mad abt it tho
• changbin getting buff is the least of ur problems
• what IS a problem is stopping him from fighting every person that mildly inconveniences u
• “ugh my teacher shortened the deadline for the essay, i’m not sure i’ll be able to finish it in time.”
• “dw, peanut. i’ll fight him for u.”
• “nO DONT DO THAT I’LL FAIL MY CLASS-“
• he does it out of love.
• which reminds me
• changbin definitely said ‘i love u‘ first
hyunjin
• taking!! pictures!!! of!! each!!! other!!
• i’m not even kidding. hyunjin will just take random pictures of u throughout the day and fawn over them like
• omg 🥺🥺 das my lil baby 🥺🥺🥺
• say goodbye to all the storage on ur phone lmao
• ya’ll spend 99% of ur time together touching
• and not even in the sexual way, hyunjin’s just really affectionate and doesn’t like being away from u
• skinship for days!!!
• cuddling, kisses, u name it and he will glaaaadly provide it for u
jisung
• quiet, intimate moments together are common
• he’s rlly energetic with skz bc they’re his boys, y’know?
• but with u he lives for the domesticity ya’ll have.
• like bickering when ur making dinner or washing the dishes together and listening to ur favourite music
• (im so soft for sungie rn omggg)
• he’s quite the homebody. it’s his safe place.
• jisung doesn’t want elaborate dates or days packed full of activities, he just wants quiet time with u 😙💓
• (btw he’s the most loyal and committed person alive, will definitely bark at any man, woman or child that even looks in his direction)
felix
• ya’ll clown the SHIT out of each other 🤡🤡
• “felix it is physically impossible for u to be the bigger person in this situation, ur legit only 5”7.”
• “i’m sorry?? is the unemployed person speaking???”
• it’s all in good fun tho bc u two are ACTUALLY the sweetest couple out there
• not even joking,,
• u call him sunshine and he calls u dearest
• bc u are dearest to him 🥺🥺
• gentle kisses pressed to ur temple, with his hand on the small of ur back are an everyday occurrence
• so are wake up kisses, goodnight kisses, forehead kisses, butterfly kisses...
• lixie wants kithes 😡😡
seungmin
• 💘🥰💖✨ napping together 💕💝😘❤️
• ya’ll just lay on the sofa, draped over each other, and just snooze for hours
• u call him minnie and he calls u sweetpea 🥺🥺
• likes to teach u how to play baseball
• and by teach i mean u purposely pretending not to know anything so he’ll put his arms around u to teach u how to bat properly,,
• it’s very sexy okay
• he sings to u all. the. time.
• it’s mesmerising.
• he’ll catch u gazing up at him with big puppy eyes and bursts out giggling
• i love seungmin if u couldn’t tell already (this goes for both of us kbsjsgsvbs)
jeongin
• tries to act tough to impress u
• we all know he’s babie tho ☺️☺️
• PRANK 👏 WARS 👏
• when u were sleeping he changed all the contact names in ur phone to his name.
• “what did u do to my phone?”
• 👁👄👁
• “jeongin.”
• “i didn’t do anything.”
• “really?”
• “i can’t believe u would accuse me of something i didn’t even do, it’s quite preposterous-“
• “yang jeongin. tell me why i got a text from ‘best member of stray kids, I.N’ at 2.33am asking for the answers to the math homework. i know damn well ur dumbass doesn’t go to my school.”
• 😳😳😳 “it wasn’t me.”
• in all seriousness, ya’ll are a rlly goofy, soft couple.
• he’s ALWAYS holding ur hand. no matter what.
cuddling skz headcanons—
genre: fluff
warnings: none
written by: 🥺 + 🐝
relationship(s): bang chan x reader/ lee know x reader/ changbin x reader/ hyunjin x reader/ han x reader/ felix x reader/ seungmin x reader/ jeongin x reader
bang chan
you two would lay with ur head on his chest with his arms wrapped around you
would probably smell like soap and vanilla and oh man you'd fall asleep SO goddamn fast
chris isn't a great sleeper so he'd probably just lay with his eyes closed and listen to your breathing
would probably smell ur hair lets be real
minho
he's basically a cat in that he likes affection on his terms and his terms ONLY
catboy minho rights
idk would probably just do it unconsciously??
like he'd fall asleep next to you and snuggle into your side
DO NOT move if you value your life
changbin
very into skinship
he's tiny but he loves to be big spoon
loves to be close to you so would just like,, hold u rlly tightly and tangle ur legs together
he'd also be the type to tickle you a little whilst giggling
but he's vv strong so like,, there's no escape
(good luck)
hyunjin
loves lying with you on ur back and him laying on top of you (rip)
would love love LOVE it if u played with his hair bc its gotten so long recently and it'd be sososo easy
he'd hum and sigh contentedly until he fell asleep
would probably whisper "baby?" every now and again and every time u ask what he wants he just wouldn't reply
his breath on ur neck is vv tickly (is that a word idk) but you cannot move so uhhh yeah have fun
jisung
DEFINITELY little spoon
no i do not take constructive criticism
would take ur hands and hold them to his chest
would make cheesy jokes about his heart racing whenever ur near him
twist around every now and again to ask for a kiss and if ur asleep no you're not❤️
he would nudge you to wake u up like "i want kithes😡😡"
felix
you guys cuddle facing eachother
but he loves skinship so he'd hold ur hands and play with ur fingers
would probably fall asleep quite quickly and you would HAVE to admire him bc i mean,, look at him,, it's lixie,,, he's gorgeous
you'd probably count his freckles and he'd giggle and tell you that it tickles
but if he's super tried and trying to sleep he'd be like "stop clogging my pores dude and gO TO SLEEP"
seungmin
would let u lay on his arm
he'd most likely run his hands through ur hair then cup ur face
probably listens to music to go to sleep (and by music i mean day6)
so you'd share a pair of earphones or airpods or whatever and he'd probably sing along quietly
which, in itself, is literal heaven
i love seungmin bye
jeongin
lil baby wants to be the big spoon bc he's a MAN
LOVES it if u wears his t-shirts/ hoodies so would just give it to you like "wear this ☺️☺️"
he'd snuggle up against ur back and nuzzle his face into ur neck
which would make u giggle and the lil shit would just do it more
but we love cuddly jeongin in this household