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Hi, I'm Chay! I'm a writer. I write for mainly SKZ.
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Letters from your favs
So as I mentioned on a previous post I need a lil hobby so I decided to start writing letters from our fav Hogwarts friends so I can make use of the writing sets I have <3
I am going to be giving away some for free!
If you’d like a letter, feel free to reblog & message me!
They are 100% confidential (unless you’d like me to share them!) and I’m happy to write letters from or too literally any characters in the wizarding world!!! I can do love letters, friendship check ups, even hate mail if you want lol, I can also include little sketches and trinkets and things!! Please be as specific as you like with your requests, I have no judgement at all and really want to get into these characters heads as I write
They are written with ink & quill and are wax sealed with the hogwarts emblem
I can send them in the post (I don’t want to dox anyone as like I said it’s completely confidential and I promise I’m not a weirdo lol) but if you’re not comfortable with it I could take pics of the letters and send them to you in dms instead <3 I’ll be sending them out from the UK
Pls don’t be afraid to ask, I’m comfortable writing whatever you like and I really need something to focus on atm 🥹 it would literally make me so happy to do these for you, even if it’s just one!!
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Hello everyone, I recently purchased a personalized letter from Ominis Gaunt on Etsy and I have to say, I'm amazed by the result. To make this video even more special, I had Ominis' voice cloned to read the letter aloud. Although the letter was personalized to me, I wanted to share it with all of you to spread positivity. As you watch this video, I hope that you too will feel the same sense of love and importance that I felt upon receiving this personalized letter. It's a testament to the power of the written word and the impact it can have on our lives. So sit back, relax, and enjoy this ✨
I want to express my sincere gratitude to the highly skilled writer who crafted this unique letter. The message conveyed is truly special and has touched my heart🤍
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refrigerator light│minho
↬ pairing: minho x gn!reader
↬ word count: 3.4k
↬ genre: angst, fluff, (some) smut, established relationship
↬ warnings: minors dni, implied/referenced sex, it’s a very short scene, nothing too explicit
↬ summary: when you and minho have an argument at dinner, you begin to feel like the stress in your life is starting to cause issues. little do you know there’s been a question weighing on his mind for weeks.
⇢ m.list ⇢ WIPs⇢ buy me a ko-fi!
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anxiety. hurt/comfort.
[ 11:11 ] "Are you listening?"
You blink slowly, pulling your attention from your peeling nail polish to your boyfriend. Minho looks at you from the couch, his head tilted a little as he waits for an answer.
"I can't," you say, your legs bouncing.
"Can't?"
"I can't listen right now. I'm sorry. I can't–"
"Hey," he interrupts, slapping his thighs in invitation. "C'mere."
You're quick to comply, practically leaping from your place at the dining table—leaving your untouched lunch behind. You settle yourself on his lap, wrapping your arms around him and finding the perfect crook to rest your head. He's warm.
He doesn't question you. He knows how to read you, read your ups and downs. He often spots your anxiety before you've even noticed your physical tells yourself. He takes your hand gently when you pick at your polish, wraps his fingers around your thighs when you bounce your knee, brushes your hair behind your shoulders and attempts to braid it when you fiddle with the strands a little too long. He knows.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, lips brushing against his neck. You can feel your eyes watering, all the emotion you've held back ready to burst forth now that you're surrounded by comfort—now that you're safe.
"You did well today," Minho says as his thumb slips just under the hem of your t-shirt, brushing your skin gently.
"I didn't do anything. I—"
"You're breathing," he says. "All you have to do is breathe."
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ੈ✩‧ 🎀🩰 ➛ older brother!skz finds out you're crushing on one of his members
pairing : older brother!skz x reader
genre : crack | warnings : swearing in lee know and seungmin's parts
©lixie-phoria, 2023
🏷️ @foxinnie8
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Two Of Them (H.HJ/L.F)
Warnings : none i can think of?
Word Count : 1060
Synopsis : hyunjin has been her best friend for years, their personalities meshing a little too well. now minho has two mouths to stuff with toilet paper.
Author’s Note : thank you to the anon for this request! it was a lot of fun to write. though i’m not really sure what this is, it’s more of a crack fic than anything. i’m sorry.
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eighteen — kim seungmin.
trope. best friends to lovers. college au. slow burn. angst. fluff.
synopsis. it takes you a while to realize being known is being loved, and kim seungmin just so happens to be an expert in the study of you.
word count: 19.8k words
warnings. just extreme slow burn. some curse words. sexual jokes. drinking and being intoxicated.
note. again my self indulgent take on seungmin in college :)
one.
Kim Seungmin has a habit of blowing up your phone every chance he gets. So, it really isn’t anything new to wake up to a million notifications from your best friend.
The range of apps from which he bothers you is astronomical.
(Instagram): _seungmin mentioned you in a comment: @ynbread lmao this video reminded me of u cos ure an idiot
(Tiktok): seungmin mentioned you in a comment: @ynbread us
(Twitter): seungmin replied to your tweet: I’m hungry can u reply to my messages
But nothing, absolutely nothing, can beat the 56 messages and 9 missed calls on your phone. You’d think it was an emergency if not for his last message, shining brightly through your screen.
minnie: i need a new face wash come with me so i can shut up about it 😡
You roll your eyes to yourself, skimming through the notifications on your lock screen without really opening them. It’s mostly just a series of Seungmin asking you if you were awake every hour with a few whining in between about how he’s bored and how you need to wake up.
While you’re laughing at his overdramatic messages (has he been hanging out with Hyunjin too much these days?), you accidentally unleash a storm upon yourself.
You hadn’t meant to click on one of the notifications, and now a taunting “read” is on the bottom of his messages.
Big mistake.
All hell is about to break lose.
The moment Kim Seungmin receives the small indication that you’re finally awake, his face flashes on your screen almost immediately in a Facetime call. It’s tempting to decline his call in favor of burying your face back into your pillows, but the clock reads 11am and you have an annoying best friend that needs your attention. You know never to ignore Seungmin. You’ve learned that the hard way.
Swiping on accept, his head of fluffy hair pops up on your screen. “Finally! What took you so long?” His phone angle shifts so his face shows now – it seems like he’s outside as he’s looking left and right before crossing somewhere.
“Sleeping.” You rub your eyes, propping your phone against a box of tissues so he can see you while you fix your bed.
“Didn’t wanna wake up cause you were dreaming of me?” You can hear the laughter in his voice.
Appropriately, you respond by gifting him your middle finger. “You wish.”
“Did you sleep well?” You hum in response even though you doubt he could hear you amidst the noise outside and the shuffling of your bedsheets. “What did you need?” You grab your phone from your nightstand, walking towards your refrigerator to get a glass of water.
“Face wash. You’re coming with me. Oh, and bring an umbrella, it’s drizzling a little.”
“Gonna have to raincheck.”
Second big mistake.
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ੈ✩‧ 🎀🩰 ➛ chan thinks he's subtle as he pines over you
pairing : chan x gn reader
prompt : chan was hopeless when it came to flirting with you. his idea was to post on instagram and wait for you to like the picture and magically realize one day that you're just as much in love with him.
genre : fluff !
an : likes and reblogs are appreciated <3
felix is the first one to notice chan sitting by himself in one corner of their dressing room, brows furrowed and anxiously chewing at his lower lip.
"what's wrong, hyung?" he asks from across the room, successfully capturing everyone's attention.
"nothing." Chan tries to brush it off, but everybody notices the blush creeping up his cheeks.
han giggles, eyeing the phone their leader keeps checking every two minutes. everybody knew what had the idol in such a mood.
you probably hadn't liked the latest selfie he had posted.
Bang Chan was a producer, instrumentalist, singer, dancer, rapper, and leader of one of the biggest 4th gen kpop groups, but when it came to you, he couldn't help himself. the thought of maintaining eye contact with you for longer than a second, much less flirting with you, reduced him into a blushing-stuttering mess. hence, he resorted to the least noticeable option - posting semi thirst traps on their public instagram account, waiting for you to notice the post and like it.
"if you want them to see it, just send it to them." lee know teases.
"I am not waiting for y/n to like my post!"
"I never said I was talking about y/n."
That shuts chan up. he throws a hand over his face, groaning. "I can see that they're online. why wont they just like it?"
jeongin rolls his eyes, pulling out his own phone and sending you a message, which you read giggling.
[ innie ] hey, please do us all a favor and like chan hyung's latest post?
the next minute chan jumps up from his place, a wide smile pulling at his lips.
"They liked the post!"
jeongin really didn't have the heart to tell chan what he had to do.
©lixie-phoria, 2023.
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Sending best friend!Stray Kids a sexy picture
Warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, suggestive af
A/N : This has been requested a few times in a couple different ways. Best friend Stray Kids reacting to a thirst trap, reacting to a sext, reacting to a nude, etc etc. So I decided to put it together into one! I hope that's okay 😅 Hope everyone that requested something similar to this enjoys 🫶
⚠️Minors do not interact with this post⚠️
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Hi would you write something like alpha beta and omega smut
Hello! I was honestly hoping someone would request something like this. Is there any particular member you were asking for or should I just make one for each member?
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Super Board
genre —> fluff
pairing —> skz x reader
warnings —> secret relationships
word count —> 773
summary —> this request right here <3
🔘 Chan
“Chan! Chan!” The man in question groans when he heard Seungmin’s voice calling out for him. His buff arms pull you even closer to him allowing him to bury his face in your neck. “No one’s home.” Chan’s voice can barely be heard in your neck. The studio door opens and you can hear Seungmin gasp. Looking up at him, his eyes and mouth open wide. “I knew it! I told the others but they didn’t believe me! I was right!” Chan watches as Seungmin practically sprints out of the room yelling for the others. “I should’ve locked the door.”
🔘 Minho
Han’s eyebrows creased even further when he noticed Minho phone case. It had changed from the cats to being clear with a photo in the back. “Hey Minho, could I borrow your phone for a minute? I need to text Chan.” Minho didn’t think twice about it before handing Jisung his phone. Waiting until Minho went back to talking to Changbin, and when he finally did, Han flipped over his phone to see a cute photo of you and Minho in a photobooth giving each other a small peck. Han’s eyebrow’s went upwards at the discovery. Once he handed back Minho’s phone, he decided to say something. “So Minho, minding explaining why you and you’re ‘best friend’ are kissing each other in that photo?”
🔘 Changbin
He didn’t think the boys would notice the new lock screen. Not when they were practicing their new choreography. Going to fill up his water bottle on their break, he didn’t expect to come back too the others staring at him. After a small staring contest between all of them, Chan eventually broke the silence. “So….who’s the cutie on your lock screen?”
🔘 Hyunjin
“Whatcha doing hyung?” The maknae walks into the art room. “Just painting.” Hyunjin refuses to take his attention off of the art, knowing that there was a high probability he would make a mistake and everything for you had to be perfect. “What are you painting?” Hyunjin freezes, you had only been dating about two months and none of the boys knew. “Just a picture I saw on pinterest.” He mumbles. “Really? Because I think that looks oddly familiar to my friend.” Hyunjin knows he screwed now.
🔘 Han
“Han, it’s about three now, are you coming with us?” Changbin says while yawning. “Not yet. I just got hit with some more inspiration. I’ll meet you guys back at the dorms.” Changbin frowns but agrees. “Alright, goodnight.” “Goodnight.” Changbin shuts the door and Han can hear his footsteps leave. Han isn’t sure when he fell asleep but he wakes up to Changbin shaking his shoulder. “What’s up hyung, what do you need?” Han isn’t able to say the sentence without a yawn. “Just reading your rap and curious as to who the person you wrote about is.” That wakes Han up. “I didn’t write that rap about anyone.” Changbin just gives him a look that shows he didn’t believe him. “Yeah? Is that name just a random one? It didn’t come from anyone?”
🔘 Felix
“Who’s that next to your sister?” Minho whispers to Felix. “Hmm?” Felix looks over at his band mate ‘confused’. “The person next to your sisters, I haven’t seen them before but it seems like your sisters are close.” Minho watches as Felix stays silent with no explanation as to who you were to him. “They’re just a friend…” Even Felix cringes at the hesitation in his voice. Minho lifts up an eyebrow at that. “A friend or a friend?” Felix once again hesitates, letting Minho know the answer. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell the others.”
🔘 Seungmin
“Can we go into this shop?” Felix looks confused but nonetheless agrees. “What are you looking for? Anything specific?” Seungmin just nods his head no. His eyes then lock onto a puppy plushie. He walks over to it and grabs it before walking back to the checkout, Felix struggling to catch up. As they’re waiting in line, Felix asks if it was for someone special, expecting Seungmin to give him a side eye, but he didn’t expect Seungmin to blush and have no words to defend himself with.
🔘 Jeongin
Hyunjin scoffed when he was the one to go fetch the maknae who had, once again, slept in past the practice time. Unlocking the door, grumbling as he makes it to the bedroom, he freezes when he sees two bodies on Jeongin’s bed. Creeping closer, he realizes that it’s you, the person who Jeongin adamantly says is just a friend. Hyunjin scoffs at that. Yeah, a friend who cuddles with their other friends and who look at each other with heart eyes constantly.
©️tzuyuluvs | Pease don’t translate, rewrite or blatantly steal any of my content.
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Pairing: Reader x Felix
Word count: 1205
Genre: Crack | Fluff | Zombie Apocalypse AU
When the zombie apocalypse hits, you're not only in complete distress out of being stuck in a literal apocalypse, but you're also surprised to see that you actually end up falling in love with one of the guys in your base camp... nor were you expecting to adopt two full grown men with chaotic tendencies.
Warnings: Jisung has a grenade launcher | Guns | Zombies | A bit of gore but it comes with the zombies
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[18:55]
“Fuck yeah!” Jisung cheers as the armoured fire truck goes crashing into the horde of zombies. He has a grenade launcher on his shoulder—which you told him would be overkill—with his torso stuck out of the makeshift sunroof of the vehicle. Beside him is Changbin holding a hunting rifle that he had ransacked from a cabin that he found on the way to the area that your team had turned into a camp.
Luckily for Jisung and Changbin’s chaotic tendencies, Minho had appeared at the camp a few months after the news had broken; a zombie apocalypse as the result of a biochemical experiment gone wrong.
While you and Jisung had been together at the time of the announcement, you weren’t exactly given much time to save your families, so you both ran to your nearest friend’s house; Seungmin.
Albeit a quiet kid, he had quite the zombie-apocalypse-ready stash of weapons and food in his basement. The three of you armed yourselves with the only three guns that he had; a shotgun, a hunting rifle, and a handgun.
Unfortunately for the three of you, the house got broken into—despite having been barricaded heavily—which led to you leaving with whatever supplies you could carry and Seungmin’s car. You drove aimlessly, charging through hordes of zombies until you came across a pair of guys that seemed to have the same idea as the three of you.
Chan and Hyunjin were running away from the zombies as well, but a few months of living in the apocalypse gave them enough time to set up a base camp not far from where your paths had collided, and the two were kind enough to take you back.
There, you had met three others; Jeongin, Felix, and Changbin.
And not long after, Minho showed up. He knew his ways around cars, and with Hyunjin’s military experience, it was enough for the two of them to start heavily armouring up whatever vehicles in the vicinity to get them durable enough to withstand the zombies.
While those two were busy armouring up your vehicles, Felix had taken it upon himself to scooch on over to your side of the camp… where he ended up winning your heart over the course of a few months and also turning the two of you into the designated drivers of a very specific fire truck.
Which also leads to your situation now; Jisung firing grenades into the distance while Changbin fires his rifle without much care in the world. You sit in the passenger seat with Felix behind the wheel.
For some unknown reason, your group had decided that going into the horde of zombies, to quote Minho, ‘Mad Max style’, would be a good opportunity to save any other people in your vicinity. You have your window rolled down and your own rifle aimed out to shoot any zombies which could possibly grip onto the sides of the vehicle while Felix drives carelessly with the siren blasting.
It’s exhilarating knowing that the world is truly ending and that, at this point, you guys aren’t even trying to survive anymore. You’re just living out your lives until the inevitable end.
And as Seungmin had put it, “no one cares if we live or die. Let’s at least die having fun.”
“I can’t even see where I’m fucking going,” Felix huffs when the horde of zombies only seems to become larger, the loud banging and groaning getting louder from the outside.
“Does it even matter? We’re driving down a highway. I doubt that we’d even crash into anything bigger than a streetlamp,” you comment. Just as you finish talking, an explosion happens in the distance and it sends you and Felix shouting curses of confusion, shock, and panic.
“Sorry!” Jisung squeaks as he and Changbin crawl back into the vehicle and shut the sunroof.
“Ji saw a blockage in the front, so he decided to blow it up,” Changbin explains nonchalantly.
“A warning would’ve been nice,” Felix grumbles.
“There was no time. If I waited any longer, the firetruck would’ve been hit,” Jisung answers with a shrug.
You exchange a glance with Felix, one that says you honestly can’t blame Jisung because, to some degree, he has a point.
“Don’t say anything,” he laughs when he sees the look on your face. “I don’t care if Ji has a point. I want a heads up next time.”
“Yes, sirree,” Jisung salutes with a giggle.
“We’re only supposed to be back at base camp in an hour and we’re here blowing up the highway,” you chuckle.
“It’s not like anyone is going to be using it anytime soon. This highway was barricaded by the police when the outbreak first started,” Changbin claims as he looks outside the front window, his lips pursing together and smacking when he sees the way they disappear under the fire truck. “But, you know…” he raises his hand to point out of the window, where a zombie in a police uniform just so happens to slam against the windshield.
“Yikes,” Jisung sucks his breath in through his teeth.
“Hey, honey, how long do you think it’ll take for us to get back at this speed?” Felix asks as he glances at you.
“At the speed we’re going and the horde we’re facing, we should be back in half an hour if we have enough gas.”
“Hyunjin filled up the truck right before we left, so we should be good until we get back,” Changbin claims.
Silence settles between all of you and you relish in the momentary peace which comes extremely rare when Jisung and Changbin are together with their choice of weapons.
At least until Jisung starts getting antsy again, “am I allowed to fire the grenade launcher?”
“As long as you don’t aim it in front where you could get all of us killed,” you nod.
“Yes!”
He’s quick to his feet, pushing open the sunroof and sticking half of himself out.
“Should we tell him that the water tank is still full and that the water cannon is still usable?” Felix laughs.
“They’ll figure it out,” you hum as you stretch your arms over your head before clasping them behind your head.
“Holy shit! A water cannon!” Changbin gasps excitedly right before you and Felix see water spritzing out from above the windshield.
“You know, when the zombies hit, I never thought that I would be able to become a parent at all,” you joke.
“Hey, neither did I. But we might as well get married at this point and adopt both of them.” You turn your head to look at him fully and smile.
“I’m not opposed to getting married. What else do we have to lose? I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Felix turns his head to you as well and leans closer, ready to press a kiss to your lips before Jisung’s screeching violently interrupts you.
“Eyes on the road, Lee!”
“He’s too busy smooching with (Y/n)!” Changbin laughs hysterically. Felix’s body tenses up as he returns his attention to the road, not without letting out a laugh.
You laugh as well, placing your hand on his shoulder gently.
“We can kiss when we get home.”
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Claimed
Summary: An intruder enters the territory of Chan and his pack, attacking people and causing havoc. Seemingly by chance he saves a victim that turns out to be his mate, but as fate would have it, he happens to be a wolf at the time. How will he protect her, come clean, and claim his mate?
Word count: 8.2k
Content warnings: slightly dark themes, a werewolf serial killer who is a vindictive asshole, impregnation kink, marking, minor descriptions of violence, sort of stalking, sort of possessive behavior. Some cursing.
Music: Come Out by Lenise Morales and War of Hearts by Ruelle
“Come on, boy,” she said, patting her leg and holding out the leash. “Let’s go on a walk before it gets too late.” Chan hopped up off his round dog bed near the couch, wagging his tail as he came to her. He sat patiently, turning his head to let her reach the leather collar she had put on his neck. Jesus, his pack mates would be in hysterics if they saw him like this, he thought to himself. But he could have endured the embarrassment for her.
How had he ended up like this? Really, it was a mix of destiny and bad luck on both of their parts. He honestly never thought he would meet his mate when he was in his wolf form and hurt on top of it. Fights weren’t something he got into that often and something he avoided when he could, but that night three months ago he had caught that piece of shit lone wolf stalking her.
Why the loner had picked her, he had no idea, but Chan had to be grateful in some ways. How long would it have been before he ran across her if not for that? Jesus, what if he had gotten there too late? He didn’t want to think about it.
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Better Than Ever
Genre: husband!Chan, angst, fluff,
Warnings: postnatal depression, mention of old self harm scars
Request: commissioned by @sailor143ilovechuu ☆☆☆
Characters: Chan, Y/N, Sky
Word Count: 2.4k
"Chris? Love, can you hold her for a minute?" Y/N asks her husband. She doesn't want to acknowledge it, but she knows deep down that something doesn't feel quite right. It's causing a huge bundle of uneasiness to rise up into her stomach and she swallows, suddenly feeling nauseous.
"Of course I can," Chan is enthusiastic, his face splitting into a huge grin as he reaches for his newborn child, his hands clenching and unclenching in a goofy fashion. "Come here, little one. Come to daddy."
He erupts into a string of goofy noises as she gently rubs his nose against Sky's, the two day year old blinking up at him with wide eyes. She continues to watch her father curiously as he starts to lightly tickle her chin with his index finger, his face one of permanent joy.
Y/N smiles faintly as she watches them; she feels as though she's in a bubble, her husband and her child on the outside. She wonders if she smiled externally … but after a moment of pondering, maybe she just imagined it.
Her mind feels cloudy and she slowly heaves herself off of the sofa, blinking as she steadies herself.
Chan looks up at her. "What are you doing? You need to rest, baby girl."
"Just going to the bathroom," Y/N waves a hand at him.
Chan leans forward and kisses her fingers. "I'll come with you."
"No, no," Y/N leans down and softly kisses his forehead. "It's okay. Look after Sky … I'll be right back."
He doesn't seem entirely convinced. But Chan shrugs, nodding at her with a soft smile before turning back to Sky. "Your mummy is such an independent person. She doesn't accept help."
Laughing quietly, Y/N shuffles away. "Not true," she calls out, and she can hear Chan chuckling in the background.
Once she does reach the bathroom, Y/N sits on the closed toilet and drops her head into her hands. She shuts her eyes, willing every cell in her body to not give up on her, not now, but when tears start to spill through her lashes, she shatters. She gasps heavily, suddenly feeling the way she felt in her teen years.
Only this time, it's different. Whereas in the past she'd begun to loathe herself for not being enough for her parents, now she's beginning to loathe herself for not being enough for her child.
She clamps her hands over her eyes, her body shuddering. It aches as though a train had crashed into her, and yet, the only pain she feels is the sharp pain that is creeping around her heart like vines, their thorns digging into her flesh. She doesn't even understand why she feels this way … she was completely fine after giving birth to her first child.
For some reason, her inner arms start to sting as she leans back against the toilet. Perhaps it's just superstition; but when Y/N runs her fingers over her thick scars, she winces. They've been there for over a decade, and yet … how on earth do they still hurt her?
She sighs, tugging at her hair. Getting up, she walks over to the mirror and leans against the sink cabinet. She stares at herself in the mirror; red faced, fear stained cheeks, wild eyes - she looks completely different, and yet, in some ways, she looks exactly the same as she did all those years ago. And something about that makes her falter - she drops her head, her eyes blurring as she stares into the sink. After all … if she's back in this dark place again after everything, did she really ever get better at all?
"Baby?" Chan's soft voice snaps her out of her thoughts. She looks towards the door - she hadn't locked it, and yet he stays outside, respectful as always. "Is everything okay, sweetie?"
"Yeah," Y/N sniffs. She opens the tap and splashes cold water on her face before staring at herself until her face looks normal again. Then she opens the bathroom door, smiling when she sees Chan holding Sky's hand, using it to wave at her.
"I missed you mummy," Chan says in a childish voice, grinning at the both of them. "You were ages!"
"Ha-ha," Y/N smiles. "Very funny."
Chan giggles. Then he narrows his eyes, leaning closer to Y/N a little as he clocks the redness of his wife's eyes. "Y/N? What's the matter?"
Y/N swallows as they walk back down the stairs together. "Nothing."
"Hey," Chan tuts. "Do I look like a fool to you?"
"No?"
"An idiot?" Chan asks.
Y/N giggles. "No."
"A moron?"
"No."
"Then why on earth would you lie like that?" Chan asks, utterly baffled. "We've been together for years. I've learnt to see through all of your lies … even if you are an incredible liar."
Perplexed, Y/N sits back down on the sofa with her husband. She rubs her temples as Chan pulls his legs up onto the sofa, resting Sky in his lap as she turns to face his wife.
"I don't think that's a compliment," she murmurs, and Chan chuckles. He caresses Sky's head, the girl starting to fall asleep.
"Come on," Chan nudges his wife gently. "Do I need to be like school boy Channie again for you to talk to me?"
Y/N leans her head against the sofa as she turns to look at him. Her face breaks into a smile at that, and Chan smiles back at her as she leans closer to her.
"You can tell me anything," he says dramatically, making Y/N crack up with laughter. "I'm here for you."
"Stop," Y/N giggles. "It feels weird."
"What does?"
"You being the way you were in school," Y/N says.
"Why?" Chan asks.
Y/N shrugs. She's quiet for a moment and when she speaks her voice comes out in a whisper. "Because. I … I feel the way I did when I was in school."
She looks up at him through her lashes, biting her lip. It takes Chan a moment to realise what she meant by that, and when he does, his eyes widen and he freezes in his spot on the sofa.
"Do … you mean … " Chan inclines his head towards her, and Y/N nods, her eyes filling with tears all over again.
Exhaling slowly, Chan grabs a large cushion and gently places a sleeping Sky atop of it. He makes sure she can't possibly roll off in her sleep, before he moves closer to his wife and pulls her into his arms.
They're quiet for a long time; Chan rubs Y/N's back and strokes her hair and kisses her forehead while Y/N buries her head into his chest. Her body shudders against him as tears trickle into his chest, and she does indeed feel the way she did when he held her in his arms while she cried, for the first time.
"Did you … do anything in the bathroom?" Chan asks tentatively, rubbing her shoulders as he looks down at her. "It's okay if you have … I just want to know."
"I didn't," Y/N whispers, shaking her head against his chest. "My scars feel weird though."
"It's just because you're feeling down, baby," Chan says. "What happened though? What made you feel like this, hmm?"
Y/N shrugs against him. The warmth and steadiness of his heartbeat against her cheek does wonders to sooth her erratic state and she shuts her eyes as she tries to find the words.
"I just feel like I won't be able to look after her," Y/N whispers. "I … I don't feel like I'm enough. What if I hurt her like my mother hurt me?"
Chan sighs, and he wraps his arms tighter around his wife. "You're more than enough, my love. You're not going to hurt her … this isn't your first time, hmm? Look how well little Noey is turning out … he's so happy here. He's not afraid to tell us anything."
Y/N sniffs. "But what if Sky is different? What if I do something wrong this time? Chris … did I ever really even get better?"
Pulling away slightly, Chan takes Y/N's face in his hands and caresses her cheeks, brushing her tears with his thumbs. "You won't do anything wrong. I believe in you, baby girl. And besides … you're not alone. You have me. You'll always have me. And baby … you did get better. This is just a little blip, hmm?"
"Promise?" Y/N whispers.
Chan leans forward and kisses her nose. "Of course I promise."
Y/N falls back into his arms again, suddenly not wanting to let go. She holds him as tight as she can, and Chan leans back into the sofa in an attempt to make her more comfortable. He smooths his fingers through her hair, his fingers kissing her neck.
"I'm scared," Y/N breathes, shutting her eyes.
Chan's heart lurches. He shuts his own eyes as he inhales and exhales slowly, trying to force back the prickle at the back of his eyes as he comforts his wife. He wishes he could take all this pain away from her … he wishes there was a way to make sure she'd never feel like this again.
She deserves to be happy.
"Baby … did you ever get diagnosed when you were back at school?" Chan asks her softly.
Y/N shakes her head. "No. I didn't have a way to be … you know what it was like."
"Yeah," Chan nods, sliding his hand slowly up and down the length of her back. "Do you … what if we went to get you all checked up? Maybe you could talk to someone, and you could get some medicine … it might help you feel better."
Y/N's eyes widen. She sits up, staring at her husband. "I can't."
"Why can't you, baby girl?"
"Because they'll think I'm stupid," Y/N mumbles. "They'll ask why I never got diagnosed as a kid … what if they think there's nothing wrong with me and I'm just loopy? Then what?"
"Hey, hey," Chan reaches out and folds his fingers around Y/N's, searching her eyes with his own. "They won't think that. They've probably seen so many people like you … they're there to help you, baby. And you're not loopy," Chan kisses her forehead, squeezing her shoulders. "I really do think you should go see someone, princess. They'll help."
Y/N looks at him with wide eyes. "Will … will you come with me?"
"Of course I'll come with you," Chan smiles at her. "And hey … even if they do say nothing is wrong, which they won't, but if they do … I'm still gonna be here, yeah? I'm not going anywhere … I'm gonna help you as much as I can."
He reached for her hand and kisses the back of her knuckles, leaning his cheek against her skin. "We're gonna get through this, baby girl. We did before … we can do it again."
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"Are these working?" Chan asks Y/N a week later, picking up a white tub.
Pouring milk into a small bottle, Y/N looks up. She smiles. "I think so. I mean … I feel better? I don't know if it's a coincidence or if it's actually the medicine but … yeah."
True to his word, Chan drove her to the hospital that same day. She managed to get diagnosed with postnatal depression, and after a few days of speaking to different psychiatrists and doctors, she was prescribed with her first round of antidepressants. Something her teenage self never in a million years thought she would have access to.
And despite everything, her husband was there for her through everything, just like he always has been. Whether it was feeding Sky or putting her to sleep or dressing her when Y/N was unable to, or even cooking for her and bringing her whatever she wanted, Chan did everything he could to help Y/N feel less stressed. And he showered her with so much affection and love that Y/N wondered why she could have possibly doubted everything before … she also wondered how on earth she could have thought that being alone was so much better than being with someone who cared. Chan did everything he could to show her that she wasn't a burden and that helping her and taking care of her and their children was a huge privilege for him … his face never lost the soft smile that she so loved, and not for the first time did Y/N feel a pang as she remembered just how lucky she was to have him.
Chan smiles. He walks up to her and wraps his arms around his wife, nuzzling his nose against her neck. "I'm glad, baby."
"Thank you for persuading me," Y/N mumbles against his shoulder. "I didn't think I needed help."
"You know there's nothing wrong with needing help though, right?" Chan asks, looking her in the eye. "Even if it's been years and you think everything is okay … sometimes it's just a good thing to get help. It helps put your mind at ease."
"I know," Y/N says. "I just … I was alone for such a long time, you know? It was just me … I became accustomed to not needing anyone else. And I thought because of that, I was the only one that could help me."
She shrugs and looks up at him. She still feels exhausted, but the heaviness that had settled across her chest after giving birth has lightened considerably.
"Maybe I do need therapy," Y/N whispers.
Chan smiles at her and kisses her cheek. "Yeah. And I'm proud that you can admit that, baby."
"It's only because of you," Y/N says, smiling up at him. "You know that, right?"
Flushing, Chan hugs her tightly. He kisses the top of her head before resting his cheek against it. "Maybe … it was definitely mostly because of you though."
Y/N giggles. She takes a deep breath and looks up at him, resting her chin against his chest.
"Chan?"
"Yes, baby?"
She grins. "D'you wanna watch a movie?"
Chan chuckles. "Ah, there she is. That's my girl … my movie fanatic. Of course I wanna watch a movie."
"Okay," Y/N smiles. "You're in charge of the popcorn."
"That's fine with me," Chan laughs, and he kisses her lips.
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Since you're taking request... What about a size kink with 3racha because I'm 4,7 and have a ragging size kink because of them and pls make it dirty..btw I love you and your work so I give a kiss from me 💋💋💋💋
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🕯Summary:
You haven't seen the boys in a while due to schedules. One night you met up at an event where your schedules overlapped. A wild night of lovemaking in the back of a moving vehicle.
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@spookydazecomputer I saw your initial request for Stray Love Haven but that reader was too much of a blank slate to suddenly insert a certain height difference. I hope I did you justice with this one. Kisses back to you💋💋
🌹CW
Exhibitionism|Size Difference|Size Kink|Chan has a Massive Cock|Voyeurism|Double Penetration|Blow Job|Multiple Orgasms|Strength Kink|Daddy Kink|Degrading Praise Kink|Rough Sex|Sub Space|Creampies|Aftercare|Confessions
💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.
🍄Wordcount: 3.2K
You smiled, seeing a familiar figure sitting by the bar counter. Music vibrated the room, buzzing up your skin. "Haven't seen you awhile in these parts," he said, taking a sip of his drink as you sat down. You hummed, "What can I say? I'm a busy girl," you said, resting your head on your palm. He chuckled, "I've seen. Pretty impressive. sweetheart," he said, swirling the glass in his hand. You smirked, "Why, thank you," you said, sipping your complimentary water.
"Where are the boys?" you asked, tilting your head. He hummed, "They're around," he said, smirking as he shrugged his shoulders. You rolled your eyes, "Come on, Chris," you said, scoffing. Chan chuckled, "You know the magic words, baby," he said, taking another sip of his drink. You scowled, "Oh, fuck you," you said, glaring at his cocky attitude. He laughed, "Gladly, when?" he teased, making eye contact with you.
You pursed your lips, "I can't win with you," you sighed, shaking your head. He smiled, tucking your hair behind your ears "You don't have to," he whispered. Blood rushed up your neck "Oh, really?" you asked, clearing your throat. Chan chuckled, "Of course, there isn't a day where I haven't thought about your body quivering beneath me," he said, toying with his whiskey glass. You choked on your saliva, causing Chan's eyes to widen.
"Channie hyung what were you doing to our sweet girl?" Jisung asked, rubbing your back. "Take a sip darling," Changbin said, tilting your glass. Chan sighed, "I didn't expect her to choke," he grumbled, averting his gaze. You groaned, "What type of reaction were you expecting, Chris?" you asked, in disbelief. Chan pursed his lips "I don't know," he whispered, rubbing the back of his nape.
Jisung clicked his tongue, "Till now, Channie hyung still has no game," he said, shaking his head. Chan scoffed, "You're just as bitchless as I am," he said, rolling his eyes. Jisung smirked, "Am not, I have my sweet girl with me," he said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You squinted your eyes, "Since when was I yours, Han?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. He gave you a smug smile, "Since now," he said, kissing behind your ear.
You shuddered, "Possessive are we?" you asked, finishing your water. Jisung nodded, "Definitely," he replied, pressing his face into your hair. Chan scoffed, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek "Betrayed by my own boyfriend," he said, smirking. Jisung batted his eyelashes "For her, any day, hyung," he said, kissing your nape. Changbin sighed, running his fingers through your hair "Are you coming home with us tonight?" he asked, stroking your cheek.
You pursed your lips, "Do you want me too?" you asked, looking up at him. Chan reached forward, holding your hand "Of course we do," he whispered, nipping your ear lobe. You gulped, rubbing your thighs together as your breath began to swallow. The three men stared at you without a care of the watching eyes. Jisung chuckled, "Turned on, already?" he teased, licking his lips. You smirked, tugging his tie "I mean, with three large men surrounding little ol' me, it's bound to get my panties wet. Don't you think?" you asked.
"Fuck," Changbin cursed, loosening his own tie. Chan chuckled, "You're playing a dangerous game, little one," he said, holding your jaw. You faux a pout "Am I really, daddy?" you asked, staring up into his eyes. Chan clenched his jaw, "The limo is waiting outside, you know what to do," he commanded, releasing your jaw. Your eyes widened as Jisung lifted you over his shoulder. "Put me down, Han Jisung," you squirmed, hitting his back.
Jisung chuckled, "I will, eventually," he said, walking towards the limo. You whined, covering your flustered cheeks "Fuck you all," you growled. Changbin smiled, stroking your cheeks "Don't act like you hate this, darling," he said, patting your head. You grumbled, crossing your arms "Still," you huffed. Jisung cooed, patting your ass as he walked into the limo "Adorable," he said, setting you on his lap.
"What are you doing?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. Jisung hummed, "Nothing, sweetheart," he said, burying his face into your hair. You rolled your eyes, "Sure," you said, keeping your arms crossed. He chuckled, "Trust me a little, wouldn't you," he teased, rubbing your sides. You scoffed, turning your head "Trust you after you threw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes?" you growled. Jisung sulked, "Come on, sweet girl. You know I can't go against Chan," he said, faking a pout.
You gulped, sighing "I fucked up didn't I?" you mumbled, leaning your head on Jisung's chest. Changbin chuckled, "Pretty much," he said, rubbing your thighs. You puffed your cheeks, adrenaline pumping in your veins as you stared at the limo door. Jisung cooed, "You're going to burn holes into the door with that gaze of yours," he teased, kissing your shoulder blades. You squirmed, feeling so tiny in his lap "Fuck you all for being tall and big," you grumbled.
Changbin smiled, "Thank you for the praise, darling," he said, brushing his finger under your chin. Just as you lowered your guard, the door swung open. You gulped, staring at Chan's demeanour. Chan clenched his jaw, sighing "Get on your knees, now," he instructed, spreading his thighs. You instantly got on your knees, nosing his clothed skin "Daddy," you whimpered. Chan tangled his fingers into your hair "Have you forgotten your lessons, princess? Do I need to fuck it into your pretty little head again?" he asked, tugging your hair.
You whined, tilting your head into his firm grip "No, daddy," you keened, clawing his thighs. Chan chuckled, "Oh really? Is that what you think?" he asked, pressing his forehead against yours. You whimpered, cowering under his dominating presence. Chan laughed, tugging your hair tighter "Answer the question, slut," he spat, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. You moaned, trembling between his legs "No da-daddy," you answered, sinking your nails into his pants.
Chan sighed, releasing your hair "When will you learn, little one?" he asked, cupping your face with one hand. You sniffled, nuzzling his thighs "I'm sorry, daddy," you whispered, resting your cheek on his knee. Chan hummed, pressing his thumb on your lip. You parted your lips, sucking on his finger like muscle memory. Chan cooed, "At least you didn't forget all of your lessons," he said, removing his thumb. You stared up at him, mouth slacked.
Changbin chuckled, "She may be disobedient but she is smart," he praised, palming Jisung's growing hard-on. Chan smirked, "She's only smart when it comes to cock, isn't that right, little one?" he asked, unbuckling his belt. You nodded, sticking your tongue out. Chan cooed, shrugging off his pants, "If only you were this obedient all the time," he sighed, patting your cheek. Drool pooled within your mouth at the sight of his toned abdomen peeking from under his suit, a v-line prominent under his skin.
Jisung stuttered a laugh, moaning into Changbin's shoulder "Fuck, she looks so swooned," he slurred, panting as Changbin stroked his cock at a languid pace. You whined at Jisung's statement, needing to feel Chan's girth pounding down your throat. Chan chuckled, pulling down the waistband of his boxers "Isn't that cute," he mocked, hissing as his cock slapped against his clothed torso.
You moaned at the sight. His red pulsing cockhead, aching to fuck your tiny mouth. You gulped, slicking your lips with saliva "Please daddy," you pleaded, needing to taste his precum on your tongue. Chan sighed, cracking the joints in his neck "Is this what you wanted, little one?" he asked, stroking his hardening cocking. You nodded vigorously, eyes following his every stroke. Chan chuckled, removing his hand "Make yourself useful, baby girl," he smirked, resting his hand on your head.
You wrapped your hands around his girth, fingers barely touching. Chan groaned at the sight "How can a tiny thing like you take a cock like mine?" he wondered, pressing his length against your cheek. You kissed up his girth, "Skill," you giggled, licking between his slit. Chan moaned, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes. You sighed, swirling your tongue around his throbbing cockhead "Fuck, baby girl," he growled, clenching his abdomen.
You moaned, wrapping your lips around his tip, drawing a loud grunt from him "Oh god," he groaned, as you swallowed around his cock. You pulled off his cock, sucking the precum dribbling down his length. "Fucking hell, hyung," Jisung croaked, choking on a moan. Chan sighed, tilting his head back "Ah, fuck," he cursed, breathing through his gritted teeth. You slacked your jaw, sinking down his length.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Chan moaned, gripping the back of your head. You whimpered around his cock, sending vibrations down his girth. Chan growled, fucking your throat, using your hair as leverage. Tears brimmed your eyes, and you dug your nails into his skin. He hissed, bucking his hips up your mouth, fucking past your throat barrier with a lewd pop. You shut your eyes tight, hollowing your cheeks around his cock.
Chan grunted at the warmth enveloping his girth "Fuck you feel so good, little one," he rasped, noticing the bulge in your throat. The veins on his neck protruded as he clenched his jaw. Chan wrapped his free hand around your small throat "This fucking mouth of yours never disappoints," he chuckled, feeling his cock thrust down your throat. You sputtered, choking around his throbbing length. Chan groaned, hair matted to his forehead "Oh sh-shit," he cursed, pulling you off with a slick squelch.
You coughed, catching your breath. Lips coated in saliva and precum, eyes bloodshot from tears. Chan pulled you up, making you straddle his lap "Focus, baby," he whispered, stroking your cheek. You blinked away the haze covering your vision, "Chris," you rasped, groping his chest through his suit. Chan chuckled, kissing your nose "Welcome back, baby girl," he whispered, kissing down your neck. You mewled, arching your body towards his touches. He stripped off your top, brushing his big hands up your thighs. You shivered, moaning without a hint of shame.
Chan smirked against your skin, kissing down your supple chest "So fucking pretty," he grunted, marking your body. You whimpered, grinding your hips "Da-daddy," you huffed. Chan hissed, feeling his cock rub between your dripping thighs "So wet already?" he asked, nipping your skin. He cupped your clothed crotch, drawing a loud cry from you "Daddy," you wailed, rutting his palm. Chan cooed, tugging down your panties "Our perfect toy," he hummed, pressing two fingers into your hole.
Changbin grunted, licking up Jisung's neck "Fuck she's hot," he cursed, sucking on Jisung's sweet spot. Jisung whimpered, "You just realized, hyung?" he teased, letting out a broken giggle. You moaned against Chan's chest, barely having any strength in your elbows to hold you up. Chan curled his fingers, hitting that familiar spot within your walls. You cried, trembling on his torso "Ah, ah, ah," you mewled, taking everything he gave you.
Chan pulled out his fingers, drawing an annoyed whine from your lips. He chuckled, shifting his wrist to fuck you with more passion. Your jaw dropped into a silent scream as you clawed into the buttons of Chan's suit "Ahh," you slurred, eyes rolling back. Chan groaned, flicking your clit with every plunge, forcing you to your orgasm. The familiar coil snapped without a forewarning. You wailed, snapping open a few buttons of his suit. Chan held you through it, letting you ride out your high.
Your head spun, clouded with pleasure. Chan lifted you off his lap with ease. He lined up his cock with your hole, "Daddy's going to ruin sopping little pussy," he growled, pressing the tip of his cock within your slit. You cried at the intrusion, loving the stretch. Chan gritted his teeth, feeling your walls clench around his aching length. You sniffled, rolling your hips as he bottomed out. Chan kissed your neck, distracting you from the pain "Took me so well, little one," he whispered.
You moaned as he manhandled you with his cock buried within your walls. He turned you around, spreading your legs apart so the boys had a view. Changbin felt his knees grow weak "Oh fuck," he whispered, staring at your puffy folds. Jisung groaned, rutting his hips on Changbin's thigh "I would happily die like this," he grunted. You moaned, leaning your head between Chan's pecs, head barely reaching his shoulders.
Chan hooked his arms under your thighs, thrusting up into your dripping walls. You choked on a cry, thrashing your head against his chest. Chan growled, fucking at an unrelenting tempo, chasing his own high. You whimpered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. Chan chuckled, "Why are you hiding your sweet noises, little one? There's no point hiding your filthy cries, everyone in this limo knows exactly what's going on," he grunted, bucking his hips.
You moaned into his suit, reality dawning over you that you were still in a moving vehicle with a driver. Chan noticed your expression, "Aww, is our sweet slut aware of her situation. Don't worry about the driver, he's trained not to care one bit," he rasped, gripping your inner thighs. Your eyes rolled back at the thought of being watched secretly. Chan growled, "You love knowing that he's secretly listening, don't you? Sweet little thing couldn't help but love the attention, no matter who it is," he spat, easily reading your reactions.
You whimpered, shamelessly nodding your head "Yes, yes, yes," you slurred, getting closer to the brink. Chan gritted his teeth, "Fucking hell baby, cum around my cock," he grunted, holding you tight to his chest. You cried, pleasure buzzing under your skin, "Go-gonna cum," you slurred, heavy panting. Chan fucked you with more vigour, setting a brutal pace "Cum for me," he rasped, groaning when your walls clenched around his length. "Ah fuck," he cursed, pumping copious amounts of semen up your pussy.
White coated your ribbed walls, some spilling past Chan's girth. Your body trembled against Chan's torso. He pulled his cock out of your dripping hole with care "Such a good girl," he whispered, kissing your forehead. Jisung sat next to Chan, manhandling you onto his lap "We'll make this quick, baby," he groaned, slipping his cock within your loose hole with one thrust. Changbin stood between your legs, lining his cock beside Jisung's "Our beautiful darling," he whispered, easing his cock in.
Drool dripped down the sides of your lips, barely a thought running through your head as Changbin set the pace. They alternated their thrusts, making sure you always had a cock filling your needy hole. Jisung bit into his bottom lip, drawing blood "Fuck baby you feel so tight," he hissed. You whined, letting them use your pliant body. Changbin groaned, wrapping his lips around your sensitive nipples. Your body jolted between them, high pitched whimpers split past your lips.
"God, I'm not going to last long," Jisung growled, quickening his pace. Changbin nodded, rubbing your clit as they fucked you at an erratic pace. Your back arched between them, drawing your last orgasm out of you, cumming over their cock. Jisung groaned, jaw slacking as he cum, painting your walls. Changbin moaned at the warmth, cumming right after, hips stuttering as he came. He hissed as he pulled out from your pussy, fluids coating his cock.
Changbin stroked the slick off his length, pressing his fingers in front of your lips. You parted your lips, swallowing the fluids Changbin gathered on his fingers. Jisung cursed beneath you, "Hyung are you trying to get me hard again," he whined, feeling his cock slip out of your hole. Chan chuckled, handing Changbin a pack of wipes, "We're home, get decent," he instructed, carrying you in his arms.
You grumbled, curling into his warmth "Chan?" you rasped, yawning. He chuckled, "Let's get you in a bath and we can talk after," he said, booping your nose. You wrinkled your nose, nodding against his suit. Chan brought you to the main bathroom, "Okay little one, off with your clothes," he said, removing your fluid-stained clothing. You shivered as he turned on the tub. "Feeling cold?" he asked, wrapping his arms around your torso.
You hummed, staring up at him. He chuckled, "What's wrong, baby?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You pursed your lips, not saying a word, head still fogging between mental spaces. Chan lifted you up, laying you gently into the water. He cleaned your body, rubbing liquid soap all over your skin. You melted into his touches, letting him take care of your exhausted body. He reached between your thighs, cleaning your folds and hole.
You whimpered from sensitivity, gripping his wrist out of reflex. Chan paused, cleaning with more caution. "All done, baby," he whispered, rinsing the soap suds off your skin. You stepped out of the tub, staring at Chan as he dried you up. "Go pee, little one. There's a toothbrush by the sink you can use," he said, guiding your wobbly legs to the toilet. You cleaned yourself up and brushed your teeth. Chan smiled, cupping your cheeks "Good girl," he praised, wrapping a robe around your body.
He carried you downstairs "Bin-ah," he called out. Changbin hummed, walking towards Chan "Take care of her while I wash up," he said, letting Changbin carry your small figure. You nuzzled into his plump chest "Warm," you whispered, sniffling his comforting cologne. Changbin chuckled, carrying you to the living room "Drink up, darling," he said, tilting a bottle of water past your lips. Jisung came down with a towel brushing his damp hair "Hyung gave me these," he said, handing Changbin the spare clothes.
Changbin nodded, changing you into the oversized clothing. Jisung cooed, "Cute," he said, seeing you rub your sleepy eyes. Chan walked down a while after, "Baby girl, we've been thinking of something," he said, holding your hand. You yawned, staring at him "What is it?" you asked. Chan hummed, holding your tiny hand to his cheek "We want you to be ours," he said, staring into your eyes. Your eyes widened, "Really?" you asked, searching for any lie in his voice.
Jisung smiled, "Of course. We weren't kidding, sweet girl," he said, reassuring you. You sniffled, wiping the stray tears dripping down your cheeks with the oversized sleeves. Changbin cooed, rocking your body "Why are you crying, darling?" he whispered, kissing the crown of your hair. "Because you confessed when I'm vulnerable and soft," you whined, trying to stop the neverending tears. Chan chuckled, wiping your eyes "Aww, we're sorry, baby," he said, pampering kisses all over your face.
You pouted, glaring at them with puffy eyes. Jisung snorted a laugh "Baby girl, you look so fucking adorable right now," he said, smirking. You grumbled, curling up into Changbin's embrace. Chan cooed, "Will you be ours, little one?" he asked, poking your cheek. You huffed, nodding "Yes," you whispered, blood tinting your ears red. Jisung cuddled behind Changbin "We'll never let you go," he chuckled, brushing your hair away from your face. You smiled, "Good," you said, melting into their affection.
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Steps - Changbin
A/N: I got a request about Changbin with a wheelchair bound reader, so here he is getting really angry about stairs…
You were out on a date with Changbin with no real plans other than to see where the day took you. You had always loved being in Changbin’s company. In a world where so much was designed for the able, you were all too often very aware that you weren’t, but with him the wheelchair didn’t matter. He was always considerate of it, but never treated you differently for it.
As the pair of you approached a gallery Changbin had thought of, you both realised there were steps up to the entrance.
“Aish, really?” he exclaimed.
“It’s fine, Bin, we’ll find something else to do,” you assured him, far too used to things like this happening.
“I mean, I’m sure I could carry you up anyway, but that’s not the point. There aren’t even many steps, would it have killed them to put a ramp in,” he ranted.
“Not everyone thinks of that unfortunately,” you mumbled.
“Well, they should. Why should you miss out because of your chair? It’s not like you asked for this!”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the passion in your boyfriend’s voice as he complained.
“Binnie,” you said, reaching out to take his hand in yours. “It’s very sweet that you get so annoyed on my behalf, but how about we find something we can do?”
He smiled awkwardly. “Right, yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
You gave a tug on his hand, that you were still holding, and pouted slightly. Knowing exactly what that meant, he leant in to give you a kiss.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to kill the mood with my anger there,” he apologised.
“Don’t worry, I think its sweet,” you assured him, before the two of you headed off to find something else to do with your day.
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a/n: a eulogy to my beloved braced seungmin. lost too soon.
he enters the front door with a spring in his step, whistling lightly as he locks the door behind him and collapses onto the couch next to you.
“good day?” you ask, your mood immediately improving, absorbing his infectious positive energy. he hums in response, snuggling into your side with a happy sigh.
“can we have curry for dinner?” he asks, voice a little muffled from the way he has his face pressed into your hoodie.
“curry? you can’t have curry, silly. your braces, remember?” you chide, flicking his exposed nose gently with your finger. he scrunches up his face and ducks away, leaning down to hide his face into your lap instead.
“let’s make an exception. please?”
even without his puppy dog eyes looking up at you, you can’t deny him anything. so, you place an order for curry while he dozes on your lap, hand scratching at his scalp whenever you felt the urge.
you let him convince you to eat on the couch today, saying just this once even though you both know this isn’t the first and last time you’ll cave to this particular demand. it’s worth it when he takes his first bite and bounces a little in place, hiding his pleased face with his hand as he chews.
you look at him with what you’re sure is a ridiculous amount of fondness, until you notice a peek of white through his fingers. you gasp, pulling his hand away and he isn’t fast enough to hide his wide smile before you take in his teeth. his teeth, cleared of the braces he’s had since you met him years ago.
“seungmin?” you cry, reaching to his face to pull his lips apart. it’s a little gross, but you can’t bother to care about that right now. “your braces are gone?”
“surprise?” he says, relaxing his muscles as he lets himself smile widely. you feel a pang of loss at the metal which you’ve found yourself in love with along with the rest of him, but you shake it off when his smile turns a bit nervous.
“you’re so beautiful,” you croon, taking his cheek in your hand and buzzing when he nuzzled into it. “my pretty seungminnie.”
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