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[the stars spilled on his face]
pairing: felix x reader
genre: fluff, very slight angst
wc: 525
warning: none.
a/n: finally posting something after a while! not my best but i hope you like it! i really hope i can finish my oneshots so i can post them as soon as possible. but while it’s not yet here, hope some shorts will do! i have also updated my masterlist so my wips have a little bit of description on them now. i’d love it if you check it out! (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥
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there was once an urban legend - that a fairy is going rounds looking for a loveless individual in hopes to retrieve his broken heart.
the legend goes,
a man, so full of love and so full of hope, couldn’t contain his feelings for the person he loved the most. and so he poured his heart on to crafts dedicated for that person. a thousand star origamis folded with the most delicate hands to convey what is hidden for the longest time. every night, he would wish upon the star to have his love reciprocated. to have his efforts mean something. and for the mean time, he would wish the stars would send his love to the person in the form of hush winds that would lull them to sleep until he was ready to convey his feelings himself.
but when he was ready to pour his love, the person didn’t bother catching even a pinch of it. he let it flow and left the man with nothing.
the man was so mad. so heartbroken, he cursed the stars for his unrequited love. he threw his craft and stepped on it. he threw stones into the air in the direction of the stars. he was furious. he thought the stars was on his side all this time. they weren’t. the man accused them of laughing at him while he innocently just... loved. he said the most vile things to the shiny lights decorating the sky. and this went on and on for the longest time the man could remember.
his rage was heard. the stars were hurt. and so they went to the man and gave him what he has to know in the form of a curse.
“lee felix. love is beautiful and it can also be painful, but the most important thing is you love because you love. you give things with love not for love. love is never selfish. you shouldn’t be.”
and so the crumpled and deformed stars the man made floated through the air. they danced around him, leaving glitters on their trail, and when they were finally in front of his face they disappeared with only the marks it left on his face like the stars spilled on his face as the evidence it was ever there — a reminder of his new mission.
felix is left wandering around the world looking for someone who mistook love the way he did. he’s supposed to help this someone grow and see love how it is supposed to be.
he found you.
so full of rage and resentment for how many times your heart has been broken.
it was hard teaching you especially that he found you when you were at the point of unloving yourself because all you see is your mistakes they tell you. but it was a pleasure for him, nonetheless. it was so fulfilling seeing the light in your eyes come back gradually.
this is where love gets funny.
you could only guess what the fairy who was always by your side, wiping your tears away and singing you to sleep, felt for you.
could you guess?
end.
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#districtninewriters#inkidz#stray kids au#lee felix#stray kids x reader#lee felix au#stray kids fluff#stray kids imagines#stray kids scenario#lee felix fluff#lee felix x you#stray kids x you#lftxt
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i can't get over her
BOBBI MORSE in Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Happy Birthday @lanceshunters 💛
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[once upon a dream]
pairing: bang chan x reader
genre: fluff, angst, fantasy
wc: 327
warning: none that i think of!
a/n: i am still in the process of finishing my drafts filled with shorts before i continue writing oneshots but i think it’s going to take me longer than i expected :( so here’s a little something (somewhat like a short excerpt) from my abandoned oneshot which i also plan to continue writing soon!
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“You look tired, young lady.”
You looked behind you and you found yet again this dazzling man. Weird. “Thanks for that, Mr… uhh… Mr. Guard? What’s up with the costume by the way? And stop calling me young lady,” you answered with one of your brows raised due to confusion, annoyment (if that’s even a word) , and well, other things.
“What do you want me to call you then?”
“Just call me y/n, Chan,” you said and his gaze on you turned the softest. Did you say something wrong?
“Okay, young la- y/n. How was your day?” he asked the same way he asked you when you met him.
“Well it’s been… tiring, yeah. Same school-work-academy routine. The usual black and white yada how about you?” you totally didn’t blabber the last part. Well, unlike last time, it wasn’t so awkward for some reason. Being with Chan in this visual hallucinatory place is actually comforting. Weird, right? Like he’s the comfort of your bed you’ve been wanting to lay on to after a long day? And it is only the second time you have met him.
“I’ve been waiting for you, y/n,” he said lovingly, melancholically. You looked at him with a puzzled gaze. He was sitting beside you at the bottom step of the big staircase from your previous dream. You were leaning against the railing. But then you smiled and told yourself, “is my life in the real world so fucked up that my brain decided to make its own version of the ideal man in this dream?”
“Why do you think I am figment of your imagination?” he asked while combing your hair with his fingers. You don’t remember if you combed your hair before sleeping but you let him, you like it anyway. You closed your eyes due to the calming feeling, “because you say what I want to hear and do what makes me feel what I need to feel.”
Chan smiled and thought, because I am your soulmate young lady.
end.
i tried my best to choose an excerpt that won’t spoil the story but at the same time won’t bore you. i hope it did the job!
#stray kids#bang chan#stray kids au#bang chan au#stray kids fluff#stray kids imagine#stray kids scenario#bang chan fluff#chan x you#stray kids x reader#bctxt#skz imagines#skz scenarios
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hi !
i am trying to finish all high schools aus sitting in my drafts that i’ve abandoned for so long just because skz is past the high school age :( also, i’ve been so hiatus for so long and that’s on me :(
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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR RECOMMMENDING WHAT A FOOL IN LOVE 😥
ℍ𝕒𝕟 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
>>I recommend stories! Because I feel like (even) more people need to read it!
You will not find any smut in this recommendation blog, if you are specifically looking for it, you will not find it here, because there isn’t any.
>>Personal favourites: ♡♡
Edited on: 06-09-2021
EVERYDAY JOB AU | HAN JISUNG (by @moonblssm)
Genre: Fluff
AU: Ice cream shop worker!Jisung
It’s My Birthday [Han Jisung] (by @bubblebeom) ♡♡
Genre: Fluff, Flirty, Humor, Romance
Word count: 3,5k
Tags: BF2L, Roomie!Minho
Summary: Jisung gets what he always wanted for his birthday: you
love letters ↠ han jisung (by @moonlit-han)
Genre: High school au, coffeeshop au, fluff, romance, humor
Word count: 2,6k
Warnings: mild swearing
BECAUSE OF YOU, I BLOOMED (by @jisungsjheekies)
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 1,8k
Warnings: get the tissues
BETTER THAN A DREAM (by @jisungsjheekies)
Genre: Fluff, best friends to lovers
Word count: 855
NUMBER NEIGHBOR | MASTERLIST (Fanboy!Han Jisung X Youtuber!Reader) (by @softyn) ♡♡
Genre: Social media au, fluff, comedy, slightly angst
Summary: Jisung has been a fan of y/n since he can remember, what will happen when y/n posts her new YouTube video texting her neighbor who turned out to be Jisung?
mugs and punishments ↳ han jisung (by @interstellix)
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 2369
Summary: what Jisung thought would be a fitting punishment for annoying him the whole week, ending up him reaping what he sow
Warnings: did absolutely not proof read shit ((:
Slice of Happiness (by @yourkeeperoftherunners)
Plot: AU His friends say he’s obsessed when they see him paying a visit to a new dessert cafe every week. But who can blame him when the cheesecake tastes like a cloud and the attractive cafe worker is there to serve it with a smile?
Rating: G
Characters: Student!Han (Stray Kids) x Reader (Any gender), plus mention of other members.
Heaven Knows (by @chocojjk)
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 2,7k
“me? are you sure?? ; han jisung” (by @lvanter)
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 1,4k
Description: Jisung falls in love while getting coffee, luckily you leave your number on his cup
Warning: swearing like once or twice, coffee, slight (??) jealousy
terrible joke. three stars. hjs (by @lvanter) ♡♡
Genre: fluff
Word count: 2,3k
Warning: a pun, I never claimed I was a good writer
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ohhh wait this is i think my first time getting recommended 😢 thank you so much i’m glad there are people enjoying my poor ass writing 😥💐
hiii can u please rec some skz blogs?
hey ashi! sorry this was so long waiting, ive been on a bit of a break. here we go. ill mostly recommend the more common/general ones as once you get further into the fandom youll be able to find people whos sense of humour/biases matches urs :) its part of the fun <3 kay here goes:
for updates/general news: @straykidsupdate @fyp-straykids @felixethereal @linoslate
for updates from specific social media sites: @skztagram @skzbvbble @skzgram
for fic writing: @neo-shitty @moon-lixie @bangchristals
for gifs/icons/pictures: @bhangc @straykidsgallery @skz-8 @minsungsuwu @skzflix @kpoprhia @stray-kiss @ohskz @seungs @seungrachas @skzmoves @pastelracha @christopherbanq @quokki @chrisbangs @dancemachineleeknow @skzstuff @hhanjisung @bangchanopsd @minhoooos @hyunito @skizzz @s-skz @ichrisgf @ihantiny @seunglixes @jisungs @yangjeongin @seo-changbinnies @categoryhan
for commentary/random stuff: @golden-chan @oifelixcmerebrou @felix-eternal-sunshine @kittenracha @hyunj-n @hyunpic @hyunjinify @ethrealsungie
for incorrect quotes: @istaykid @incorrectskzquotes @incorrect-staytiny
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this is so cute because this is literally ryu's normal tumblr attendance 😭
hii im just wondering if this page is actually deactivated or dead, or maybe just on a long hiatus. i hope this doesnt sound rude or anything but ur last post was like 67 days ago and i just want confirmation since ive been waiting for the other skz school au fics
[1:48 P.M.] hello love! this page isn't deactivated--something personal just came up out of nowhere so i had to take care of that for a while ㅠㅠ i'll explain myself much better in a proper post, but to answer the many questions about the skz high school au fics:
chan's au will be up later this week!
i've updated the taglist, so if you commented on the original post or sent me an ask wanting to be added, rest assured that you'll be notified~
i'm so sorry for making you guys wait (ㄒoㄒ) just a little bit longer!!
- ryu kowtows to the floor
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TIGHT LIPPED IS SO GOOD I NEED MORE MY DUDE <3 <3 <3
OMG. IS THIS REAL?! did you actually like it????? 🥺🥺
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[what a fool in love]
Jisung thinks you couldn’t get any cuter when you have your cheeks all pink because of your tiny crush on him
pairing: han jisung x reader
genre: fluff, high school au, jisung is babo but cute
wc: 1.5k (this was supposed to be around 500 only but got carried away)
warning: swear words, improper capitalization because i wrote this in tumblr drafts but just hit up my ask if this annoys you!
a/n: finally posting something after bouncing so many times! hopefully i can post consistently :(
Jisung thinks you couldn’t get any cuter when you have your cheeks flushed, especially when it’s because of him.
he has been observing you for months now and he notices. he notices how you would always stutter when you talk to him. you never do that when you talk to hyunjin or seungmin. he notices how your cheeks would turn a bright shade of pink when he calls you first. sometimes it would even reach your nose.
it’s not like he has been watching you. there was just this one time when he felt like eyes are on him. the bugging feeling was present for most of the day 'til he looked around and there you were, staring right at him. now jisung isn’t really one to boast, but he knows he’s one of the “handsome princes” of the school. he is not oblivious to the number of girls and boys that have a puppy to huge crush on him, thanks to the letters and free lunches he receives every once in a while.
so from then on, he knows. you’ve been showing signs of your secret crush towards him and he finds it absolutely adorable. the silent yet friendly fella of the class who never finds a struggle in having a conversation with someone despite being a stranger to her, except with him. he wouldn’t say he doesn’t enjoy watching it.
During lunch last time, when your friends abandoned you to go do their unfinished homework, you asked him, with the most shy and the most adorable look, if you can sit with him in his table. of course, the gentleman that he is, he let you sit. how could he let you possibly spend the whole lunch time looking for a seat? he swear he was only doing you a favor. well, he wouldn’t deny finding you stealing a few short glances at him amusing.
there was also this time when your biology teacher assigned the two of you to be “homework buddies.” it must have taken you a lot of courage to start the conversation. he would’ve pinched your cheeks that time if it weren’t for his self control: hey han jisung, she still hasn’t confessed to you. don’t make her uncomfortable. ah! and what was that you asked him? if he understand how the heart works? and then you went to full on nerd mode in explaining to him how it pumps blood and all the science-y stuff. how its beats depend on different factors, including external ones such as thoughts and feelings towards others. he’s pretty sure you were trying to convey something to him. dropping hints, i see. ahh, if only he could physically coo at you.
now the reason why he enjoys your actions the most is your subtleness. he can tell that you have no plans to tell him how you feel, save for your natural reaction when you see him, unlike the others who basically throw themselves at him. he can see your efforts to not make the two of you uncomfortable. and all it told him was how considerate you are. you’ve probably noticed how the confessions annoy him sometimes, especially when it was given to him at a bad timing. like the person just wanted to let it out with no regards if he’s in the mood to hear it or not. but you, you have always checked on him silently before doing something. not until today.
your classmates have gone to their respective homes. he just finished practicing with the dance club and was just on his way to the school gates when you called his name hastily. you stopped speed-walking in front of him and took a deep breath as if you just ran out of air. you were holding a folded piece of paper in your hand- wait. piece of paper? is that a letter? a love letter?! oh no...
“hey jisung. i have something to say. actually it’s-”
“no! wait!” he hastily said to stop you.
startled, you looked at him with a puzzled look, “hm..?”
no, you weren’t supposed to confess today. where did you get the sudden courage? is it from hyunjin? that man always encourage people to confess just to piss him off. tsk, that dick.
he looked at you with hesitation. are you nervous? he really didn’t want to leave you heart broken, tho.
he sighed, “how do i say this...” he gulped an imaginary lump in his throat before continuing, “ yn, you’re cute, i admit. but you see i’m not ready for a relationship yet. you’ve seen me turn down other confessions, i think, but i don’t want to do that to you because, well, you’re simply kind and... pure?” shit how do i really say this?
while he’s thinking of nice synonyms he can say instead as a replacement for what he’s about to say, you on the other hand, were left dumbfounded.
what is this guy on...?
when he finally seemed to quiet down, you didn’t even try to comprehend what he said (there’s no need to try honestly it’s impossible) before finally saying what you really needed to say.
“jisung...” you paused for a while blinking at him, “i- i was gonna say ms. kim wants you in her office tomorrow during self-study hour. it’s about your biology grades,” you gave him the paper you were holding - his biology test marked with a big red, “you failed your preliminary quiz again and she’s afraid you’re going to fail the final quiz. she wanted me to say it because we’ve been partners for this subject.”
and then the most awkward silence ensued. not until he spoke with the most “huh?” tone.
“what?”
“Ms. Kim-”
“no wait i heard that. just... what?”
at this point you didn’t know what to say. your eyes travel from one point to another except to his eyes just because he’s clearly unfathomable right now.
“you weren’t-” he stopped to swallow the lump in his throat that now actually exists, “you weren’t going to confess?” he asked (with a bit of a hope that you actually were on the way to do so just to save him from humiliation).
however, he’s hopeless from his mess.
with a furrowed brows you finally answered, “no...? where’d you get that?”
well shit.
“i mean- don’t you like... have a crush on me?”
“where is this coming from?” you kind of dragged the where part because part of you hoped to understand where he’s coming from.
“you were all blushy with me!!” he is currently on his mission to prove that you liked him.
“when?!”
“last week! it even reached your nose and you were so cu-”
“han jisung! it’s winter! i had colds last week!”
“what about that time in the cafeteria when you were all shy?! and that time when you were explaining to me, OUT OF THE BLUE, about how liking someone makes your heart beat and stuff? or when i would catch your eyes on me?!”
“when were those even?! and you totally took that biology thing out of context!” you crossed your arms in front of your chest. you are so into this argument now.
the both of you went through this banter with your voices going higher the further the banter gets for as long as your memory (or jisung’s. he’s racking up his brain to save himself) could allow. however, as the banter got stretched, the more he realized that he really did misunderstand you and your adorable actions. by a lot. so when it finally donned him that he has such a thick face for thinking like that, plus assuming that you would confess, he finally kept quiet and let himself absorb the stupidity he has done.
for you, however, you find this whole strange exchange hilarious. normally, if it was other guys, you’d have slapped him across the street for assuming things. but it is han jisung. he never rubbed it on anyone’s faces that he has a lot of admirers. he never gets cocky about his popularity. he gets shy over small praises (he loves praises). he also managed to teach the whole class one lesson in calculus minutes before an exam just because his friends asked him to teach them a crash course, until the whole class joined their little tutorial.
“soo...” you tried to start.
“wait don’t talk anymore this is kinda embarrassing for me,” he closed his eyes shut as if he's trying to convince himself to wake up from this embarrassing nightmare.
you giggled, well isn't he adorably clumsy? he's weird but you'd just take it as another opportunity to gain a close friend. “do you still need help in biology? i kinda need help in calculus...”
“alright, let’s head down the diner” he answered immediately before walking straight forward without looking at you.
"jisung!” he stopped on his tracks but without looking at you. “it’s this way!" you pointed at the opposite direction of where he was going. he turned towards you and fast-walked in that direction until you told him to wait for you in which he slowed down his steps by tenfold until you were right beside him. still not letting your eyes meet. he’s that embarrassed.
little did you both know a close friend is not only thing you'd gain from this.
#districtninewriters#inkidz#stray kids#han jisung#stray kids au#han jisung au#stray kids fluff#stray kids imagine#stray kids scenario#han jisung fluff#han jisung x you#stray kids x reader
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[helpless]
in which changbin is faced with a dilemma, what should one do if his soulmate has to make a sacrifice in order to save you?
pairing: changbin x reader
genre: angst(?), teeny mentions of fluff, soulmate au
wc: 579
warning: mentions of blood, being beaten up
the blood, bruises, and exhaustion were starting to get to troublemaker!changbin.
he wasn’t sure how long it has been since the force of strong fists landed on his jaw, but he was sure he had the upperhand before. now, he’s nothing but a mere punching bag in front of the guys who cornered him in a dark alley.
changbin’s body is starting to get numb as the kicks and punches were only getting stronger. he tried counter-attacking but to no avail, his desperate punches only being received by cold air.
he could only laugh at how pathetic he was, only receiving aggressive punches when he used to outstrength the losers ganging up on him. and having no idea what to do after.
it was two weeks ago when he’d go to your arms after he’s caught up in a fight and you will magically make the pain go away but he won’t do that now.
he can’t do that now.
how funny, he thought. after spending days with you he only ended up weaker. you make him strong but at the same time you make him weak to his knees. you heal him but at the same time you hurt him.
the guys’ anger and rage only bubbled up more when he laughed like he was making fun of them. “you dare laugh at your situation, huh?” the punches were doubled, the guys spitting strings of curses at him.
when he finally decided to to receive everything and patiently wait for the gang to get tired of beating the shit out of him, while hoping he doesn’t faint before it happens, the sky suddenly grumbled a loud thunder, weirdly.
the street lamps that light up the road outside the alley flickered, making the scene look like it was from a horror film. lightnings soon landed on the ground continuously, and then at once, the guys clutched their heads desperately.
groans were heard as the guys felt an overwhelming pain like their heads were being split into two. the thunder grew louder, roaring like it plans to break the whole planet. “fuck,” one of the guys muttered while still clutching his head and kneeling on the ground.
changbin knew what was happening. so before this weird phenomenon grows to something bigger, he took matters into his own hands.
“get out of here!” he shouted. luckily, the guys complied but not before giving him a look that says the fight is not over. they crawled their way out as the aches in their head were still there but the skies were long calm.
once they were out of sight, changbin looked around to catch a glimpse of what caused it but realized it was too dark to see anything. “i know it’s you, y/n,” he said, a faint anger but a very obvious sadness evident in his voice. “how many times do i need to tell you i don’t need you?” he grumbled, still trying his best to make out your figure in the dark. he decided to give up. seeing you will probably not help your situation, anyway.
“just because you’re my soulmate doesn’t mean you can freely throw away your life to save mine.” with that, he tried his best to walk out and leave you to wherever corner you were hiding.
you looked down and watched him walk away. you could only sigh at his stubborn act, wiping the blood that was non-stop dripping out of your nose.
#districtninewriters#inkidz#changbin#seo changbin#stray kids#stray kids au#stray kids fluff#atray kids imagine#stray kids scenario#seo changbin fluff#stray kids angst#seo changbin angst#changbin angst#changbin x you#stray kids x reader#scbtxt#this has been in my drafts ever since i made this blog#i wanna make it into a long one#but i never had the time and the xomplete idea#and the tumblr person who i was supposed to dedicate the whole fic deactivated#so :((#also this was also posted in my old blog now deleted
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this reached 100+ notes?!?!??! I'M ALREADY SO HAPPY THANK U!
[intertwined]
the moon has long greeted the roofs and pavement, pouring the streets with darkness that calls everyone to slumber.
you wanted nothing more than to sleep. the day was nowhere near chill and now that you were wrapped in a soft comforter and clean sheets, you would very much want to just doze off. but the scene on your left is stopping you from doing so.
there he was, your boyfriend chan, in his music-making mode, illuminated by the glaring light of his laptop and his ears covered with headphones that was almost half the size of his head, sitting in his table that was just next to his bed you were laying on. he looks too ethereal for you.
you shifted your position so you could lay your head on your left arm and stare at his features better.
chan is a workaholic. you knew that from the very start but you only realized how bad it was six months into your relationship when the both of you decided to move in.
he would always stay up late to work on his beats. there were also times he would purposely not join his friends’ hang out just so he could finish a project. the dark circles under his eyes darken each night and it was hard not to notice as it was a stark contrast to his pale face.
it was unhealthy. you even had a fight with him because of it. your point was he should take care of himself better but it got so deep you started bringing up the “you never prioritize me” card.
well, it did wake chan up. he started to actually spend more time with you and sleep more. it was going great until you realized he was slowly crawling back to his old habits and before you knew it, you spent most of your night watching him like this.
you started to learn how to accept it. it was his first love, after all. sometimes, you think you were holding him back from making great music and you were nothing but just a distraction. if you didn’t come into his life and force him to spend less time creating music, would he have already produced one that would blow the industry away?
you were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t realize chan was now looking at you with tenderness in his eyes. he paused his music some minutes ago when he felt your eyes set on him.
“hold my hand, ” he said above a whisper.
confusion laced in your tone, you questioned his request before he reached out for your left hand and urged you to scoot closer to his side.
you did, and when you were comfortable, he interlaced his left hand with yours, palm meeting each other while the back of your hand laid on top of the keyboard softly enough to not accidentally hit any keys. he kissed your fingers before continuing his work, your hands not breaking off its hold.
it was moments like this where you realize that the only thing you did was love this man too much and he loves you back.
just like how your fingers filled the gaps of his, you have filled his heart with overwhelming love and he plans to keep it safely and dearly for the rest of his life.
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don't mind me crying in the tags
#A67D8F | LEE MINHO.
genre | fluff, light angst, friends (with benefits) to lovers
word count | 2107
warning | allusion to sex, suggestive allusions, mentions of friends with benefits relationship, injuries, mentions of blood, mc is not wearing pants because scraped knees
tag | @fluffyskzclub
note | this started out as a joke idea and turned out like this.
minho ruffled his damp hair with the towel he slipped off from the hanger at the back of your bathroom door—the orange one, the one he uses when he arrives at your apartment on unsolicited nights. the droplets dripped hung at the tip of his hair, and he could not be bothered to tie it into a ponytail as he squeezed the water out of the blood-stained handkerchief.
“how did you end up there all on your own?” he asked when he walked out of the bathroom with a new bowl of running water and the wet handkerchief.
you were seated near the end of your bed, your legs propped upright on the edge so you could have easier access to your horrifyingly scraped knees. your trousers were dumped somewhere on the floor after minho carefully helped you out of them, leaving you in your undergarment; it was a long process. the rough fabric of denim rubbing against the fallen wounds on your knees did not feel good at all and you kept wincing in pain, each of them a faint jab to his chest.
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god i've been staring at this for so long i'm gonna cry this is adorable 😢
Keep your puppy in sunlight
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not that i'm baahing this post but this reminded of that one reddit post wherein op found out that her husband set her up to multiple bad dates without her knowing just so he could come save the day, makimg her see him like a knight in shining armour when he was in fact behind all of that. In short, how her husband manipulated op even before they dated so she could date him and then marry him later. ://
could i request minho with #33 and #48?
| lee minho 33 + 48 |
pairing: lee minho (lee know) x gender neutral reader
genre: fluff, humour, friends to lovers
wc: 1k
warnings: swearing & chicken nuggets
a/n: TY FOR THE REQUEST!!! i’ve been minho starved so i was so happy writing this. also i love your pfp hdjsksk
| districtninewriters writer’s week #23 prompt: flowers
prompt list | masterlist
“I’m never going on a blind date ever again,” you announce to your empty apartment. The silence that greets you is completely expected. After a moment, you sag against the front door with a tired sigh. “That’s what I said last time, I know.”
The next thought that pops into your head as you kick off your shoes is that if Minho were here, he’d make fun of you for talking to yourself. But then you remember that it was Minho who had insisted on setting you up on the worst blind date imaginable, and you know that if he were here, you’d have your hands around his neck already.
You pull off your coat, throwing it over the back of a chair on your way to your couch, where you promptly collapse face-first on the pillows. This couch has seen you through breakups and breakdowns—it could handle another one.
Before you can start to comfortably scream your frustrations about the lack of dateable people your age who aren’t either secret furries or mentally fourteen-years-old, the doorbell rings. You let out a long whine, then heave yourself up from the cushions.
“Coming, coming,” you call out when the bell goes a second time. As you reach the door, you peer through the peephole. Your expression immediately sours. Pulling open the door, you muster your most unimpressed look. “Minho.”
He looks far too pleased with himself already, leaning against the doorframe with one hand behind his back. “Shitty date?” He asks by way of greeting.
“Asshole. I can’t believe—” You cut off mid-sentence, reeling back. “Why do you smell like a McDonald’s deep fryer?”
Minho smiles disarmingly. “Because,” he says, “I know exactly how to cheer you up.”
With that, Minho whips out a misshapen lump of crinkled paper from behind his back. It’s roughly funnel shaped, like a bouquet of flowers except—
Your jaw falls open. “Are those chicken nuggets?” You ask, blinking at the greasy mess in front of you. “On chopsticks?”
“Yep!” Minho looks enormously proud for someone who showed up at your door with twenty or so chicken nuggets stabbed onto the end of wooden sticks. “I went to a florist first, but it turns out bouquets are really expensive. Did you know that?”
“Um,” you say, taking the lumpy nugget arrangement as Minho hands it to you on his way past. “I was vaguely aware.”
Minho has always had a habit of being overly comfortable wherever he goes. Here is no different. He walks in, hangs his jacket up on a coat hook that at some point in your friendship just became his coat hook, then proceeds to throw himself onto his end of the sofa.
You follow after him, still trying to process the fact that you’re holding about three boxes of chicken nuggets wrapped in tissue paper. “Alright, I think you knew this was coming,” you say, sitting down beside him. “But why the chicken nuggets?”
He reaches into the bouquet and pulls out one of the skewers. “I’m courting you.” He bites the nugget off the end of the chopstick, and his eyebrows pull together in a frown. “They’re a bit cold.”
You copy him, nibbling on the end of a chicken nugget as your mind reels. “Courting me?”
Minho rolls his eyes—it’s a common occurrence around you. “I wanna date you, stupid.”
You stare at him for what feels like a full minute as he picks off another nugget from your bouquet before you burst into loud, unrestrained laughter.
“Hey!” He says loudly, swatting your thigh. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious!”
You hiccup, covering your face with your hands as tears of laughter leak out the corners of your eyes. “I’m sorry, but—the nuggets, I can’t—” and with that, you break into another fit of poorly-repressed giggles.
“Make fun all you want,” Minho says. “This is flowers and dinner all in one. It’s a modern solution to a modern problem, and I think I deserve a little more credit.”
You peek out from behind your fingers, cheeks aching with the force of your smile. Minho, for all his big talk, looks almost nervous. His gaze is lowered, and he’s playing with some loose thread on the seam of the couch.
“Hey,” you say quietly, and your heart skips a beat when his eyes flick up to meet yours. “Come here.”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he moves closer, but he leaves you the room to take the lead. You lift your hands to either side of his jaw, and pitch forwards until your noses are bumping together. Minho’s lips press against yours, moving with teasing, tentative kisses as his hand slides up the outside of your thigh. You smile into the kiss, and have to pull away when you can’t help but let out a delighted laugh.
Minho smiles back at you, his eyes still focused on your mouth. “What’s so funny?” He mumbles, trying to chase your lips.
You allow him one more kiss before gently pushing him away with another laugh. “I just remembered that you set me up on a blind date tonight.”
Minho eyes dance with amusement, the corner of his mouth tugging into a half-smile. “All part of my plan,” he explains smugly. “I wanted to be the knight in shining armour. With chicken nuggets.”
You stare at him. “Minho, are you serious? I had to sit with the guy for an hour! All he did was talk about stocks!”
“I know right,” Minho says with a bright laugh. “I knew you’d hate it.”
You grab the pillow from the corner of the couch and smack it against his side. “You are such a dick!”
“Ow!” He whines, “Is that what you think of me?”
You hit him with the pillow again for good measure, but when he giggles, you can’t help but grin back. “Well, not only,” you say.
Before you can say anything else, Minho grabs the pillow from you and throws it right back, sending you tumbling onto your back.
“Careful what you say,” he warns, climbing over you with a wicked glint in his eye. “I have the power to withhold chicken nuggets.”
“Do it, they’re cold anyway,” you goad. Minho’s expression turns completely deadpan, and you barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s attacking your sides with his fingers, sending you into shrieks of laughter.
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tight-lipped
There’s a long list of stupid things one could do when in love and that includes hiding the stupid emotion even after five years.
↳ pairing: han jisung x reader
↳ genre: mostly fluff with teeny tiny sprinkle of angst
↳ wc: 3.1k
↳ warning: swearing
“Making it to the president’s list really does have its perks, huh? I mean come on, it’s only our first day of but the professor already knows you.”
You could only laugh at your friend’s remarks. Your friend, Hyunjin, continued rambling on how the university favors that damn list so much and how you should share its perks – all while walking and not looking at a single thing in the hallway.
“You should probably look at where you are walking, Hyunjin,” you said without looking at him.
Your eyes lit up upon the sight of the vending machine in the corner of the hallway just before the stairs. You took it as a sign for you to take your daily coffee. You stopped in front of it, with Hyunjin following you, and fed it coins then pressed the button for your favorite can of coffee. “Coffee again? We don’t even have that much work yet?” You claimed your coffee, opening it before turning to Hyunjin. “You know I can’t function without it.” You said before smelling the strong scent of coffee, feeling like it was the perfect blend of coffee beans to wake up your sleepy soul. You took a sip and instantly, you were more alert than before.
“Whatever you say.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes at your actions. Truly, he has never seen anyone act like that once they get their hands on coffee. The two of you continued walking through the hallway with Hyunjin greeting some people on the way. Social butterfly, that is what he is. You snorted at him once he was done waving to the latest. “Are you running for a seat or something?” you asked him as you took the last sip of your coffee. “That’s called being friendly, y/n. Try it sometimes, you know. Without that scary looking face.” You almost threw the empty can to his face but you just rolled your eyes and nudged his arm with your elbow which he quickly dodged. He has memorized your actions throughout the two years he has known you.
The both of you were out of the building when Hyunjin suddenly remembered his new schedule. “Oh I have another class in a bit,” grunting at the fact that his classes are basically one after another this semester. “I don’t. Bye.” You stuck your tongue out at him then ran off to the opposite side of where his building is. Hyunjin only laughed at your back before turning around and walking to his building.
You have been walking for a long time when you realized that you don’t know where you are going. You stopped on your tracks and looked around. When you spotted a bench across where you are standing, you decided to approach it and sat down. You dropped your bag beside you and took a good look at your surroundings.
The day was good. Too good for your liking. The sun is shining perfectly, it was neither too bright nor too dull, yet it was blinding your eye. The leaves were colored auburn with streaks of yellow and faint accents of green. They were dancing to the slow yet smooth rhythms of the wind. It was so smooth that it almost demanded to be felt. You tightened your coat, rejecting the wind’s request of touch. It was when an orange leaf fell on your lap did you release a sad smile.
It was autumn. The season you hated the most. The season which makes your heart melancholic like it was being brought back to the time you wanted so hard to burn in your memories. You touched the leaf, feeling its rough surface. You didn’t want to but as the leaf made crisp sounds as a response to your touch, you suddenly found yourself reminiscing the memory of a man you wish to forget.
“Han Jisung!”
Your rowdy classmate shouted across the room, trying to gain the boy’s attention. His eyes, however, are busy staring at your figure. That same classmate ran out of patience, approached Jisung and slapped his hand on Jisung’s desk. “Come on, man. We’re going to play some games.” Jisung looked up in annoyance and shoved the man away, “Go by yourselves Felix. I’m busy.” He tried to return his gaze to you but it wasn’t too long when Felix interrupted him again.
“Busy what? Daydreaming about y/n?” Series of teasing cheers can soon be heard all over the room and Jisung couldn’t help but smile shyly. “Am I that obvious?” Jisung asked curiously. “Obvious my ass. Everyone practically knows,” Felix slapped the other boy’s shoulder. The moment his gaze landed back to your seat, you were gone. Jisung hurriedly packed his stuff and went towards the door, trying to catch up with you.
Han Jisung was a transferee in ninth grade but he was able to make friends almost immediately. He was this aloof, outgoing guy who always makes jokes and gets along with everyone. Heck, he was able to befriend the whole classroom two days after his transfer, and the whole batch a month in his stay. So you really didn’t know why, out of all people he managed to be friends with, it is you who he decided to annoy every single day.
It was lunch time, a week after his transfer, when he approached you the first time. He waved and did not say anything at all. You thought he was weird but you ended up smiling slightly before exiting the room for lunch. It was that same lunch time when he approached your table then asked you and your friends if he can sit beside you. You were questioning his whole personality at that point.
What is wrong with this guy? You didn’t want to say yes but that would surely make you look rude. But then again, you didn’t care. Before you were able to say no, he was pulled by your other classmate Felix. Your eyes followed their backs but Jisung’s eyes were still looking your way. You decided to just shrug it off, thinking the weird interaction would end there. Boy, you were wrong.
Jisung wasn’t sitting beside you in class but one morning, you found him sitting at the seat to your right. You took your seat and placed your bag under your desk when he spoke, “Hi y/n.” you looked at him and he was smiling so widely. His head was propped on his palms. You furrowed your brows, confused as to why this new guy is trying to make a conversation with you. “Uhm... hi? You ate something weird this morning?”
You thought Jisung’s smile couldn’t go any wider but it just did. “No. No, I didn’t. Uhm… Did you… Do you… How do you like your eggs cooked?” All you could do was mentally say hah? with your mouth opened as if you said it vocally.
Meanwhile, Jisung mentally slapped himself for coming up with a stupid question. That was all he could get from his brain which went rambles just because you asked him if he had eaten anything for breakfast. Maybe that is not the exact question but it’s getting there. He was about to clear himself up from the embarrassment when the teacher entered the room. “Talk to you later.” He stood up and went to his original seat, motioning for the guy who was originally seated to your right to go back. All you could think of was please don’t.
The next morning, you found the same scene. Jisung seating at the seat to your right. Then, he will flood you questions of how was your sleep, did you eat breakfast yet, and many more.
The next morning, it was still like that.
And the next.
And the next.
Soon, you found yourself being greeted every morning with a smiley Jisung. Your replies were never long enough for a long conversation but he somehow managed to find topics to ask you more questions. Often times you were subtly hinting that you want to brush him off but he doesn’t seem to notice. The attempts to push him off always dissolve in thin air so finally, you just let him be. Maybe it was his way of making friends.
You didn’t notice yourself expecting a Han Jisung by your seat until one morning, he wasn’t there. You scanned the room and saw him writing furiously in his seat, frequently looking at Felix’s paper who was also writing before copying what he saw onto his paper.
“Felix I can’t understand your handwriting.”
“You’re not in the position to complain.”
“Just move your tiny hands.”
Ah, he was doing his homework that the three forgot to do the night before. Jisung was trying his best to finish his damn homework as fast as possible. He still has something important to do. Good thing it was just five items. Five minutes before the first class, he was finally done. He shoved his paper to Felix and Seungmin who still weren’t, slammed his pen on the table then rushed to your seat. You looked up from your phone and saw him grinning, breathing slightly faster than normal. “I’m done with my homework. How was your sleep?”
That’s it. The moment he was waiting for. He had managed to make you crack a smile while saying, “Stupid.” His smile only growing wider in response.
Annoying you in the mornings apparently wasn’t enough for him. You decided to kill time after class in the library before you go home because you are 100% sure you’ll accept your bed’s tempting invitation. Your book was sprawled in front of you. Your headphones separating you from the rest of the world. Your feet was resting on top of the seat across you. You were focused on your assignment when the seat across you were pulled making you curse out loud. You removed your earphones and said sorry multiple times to the people around you. You looked hardly at Jisung: the boy behind the act. He was grinning, as always. “Sorry.” He said holding up a peace sign. He sat down and asked you “Why are you still here?” to which you only replied, “What do you want?”
He only blinked at you. You blinked back. “You’re not going home?”
“Later,” you replied shortly before going back to your work.
“Later? It’s eight?” You shot your head up at him. He was showing his phone which says it’s almost eight in the evening. You looked outside and realized it has already gotten dark. You immediately fixed your stuff and muttered a soft thank you before bolting through the door. Jisung quickly got up from his seat and caught up to you. “What’s wrong?” the both of you were walking-running out of the school grounds. “My next bus is at eight.” You said while huffing. You felt your hands being covered in warmth and then suddenly, you were running with Jisung leading you.
Both of you were panting when you reached the bus stop. Unfortunately, it was fifteen minutes past eight. Jisung sat down while huffing, you following him not soon after. Once you have regained your breath, you faced Jisung. “Sorry for making you run for nothing.” Jisung looked at you, smiled, before sitting up straight. “When’s the next one?”
“8:45”
“Oh. That’s only about 30 minutes,” he said after looking at his phone.
“You’re going to wait?”
“Yes.” He said giddily.
“Do you ride the same bus?”
“No.”
“When’s your bus?”
“9:00”
You silently said oh, realizing you assumed wrongly.
Silence fell soon as the both of you were too tired to talk until a question popped up in your head. “What were you doing in school at this hour?” He looked at you. “I was… uhm… I fell asleep.” He grinned widely. “Are you trying to befriend me?” You asked the question you were meaning to ask him for a while now. Jisung only looked at you for a while before answering, “can I?” It was now your turn to stare at him. “Who asks people for friendship permission these days?” You mumbled before looking away. However, Jisung heard it and laughed lightly.
The whole course of waiting, you realized Jisung is the type of man who never runs out of something to say. His brain must be working fast, you concluded. He would tell a story. You would laugh and then tell your own version. You didn’t notice the time fly so when your bus arrived, you were partly sad now that you will be alone again in silence. You stood up and only waved him a goodbye before running up to your bus. Jisung watched you with a smile on his face, watching as the bus drove out of his sight before he waited for a couple of minutes for his bus.
Days passed and you found yourself spending more time with Jisung or more like Jisung annoying the heck out of you. Apart from the morning talks and library rendezvous, Jisung started walking you to the bus stop. Sometimes he would say he saw on the way or he forgot to return something but most of the time, he just “hi” his way to walking you. He had also started joining you at lunch whenever your other friends were busy due to your schedule difference. Sometimes he would take something from your food then stuck his tongue out before devouring it. Sometimes you just want the soil to devour his whole existence. Most of the time you just want to slap him. When he failed to get your attention, he would throw a piece of paper at you. And you, in return, would throw him a much bigger piece of paper and he would end up laughing and getting his ass beaten by the teacher. It was your turn to stick your tongue at him.
It wasn’t really annoying if you think about it. It is just that you are easily annoyed and Jisung knew that better. So he continued annoying you in every little things until he was able to finally make you lose your cool.
It was the last day of ninth grade. Some were goofing around while some were decorating the room including Jisung, celebrating the end of the year. You were just in the corner waiting for your diploma, watching at how stupid your classmates look like. Boredom got into you so you decided to visit Luna, your other friend, in the other classroom. You stood up, about to exit the door when a snap of a scissor made you stop. You turned around and saw Jisung holding one with Felix and Seungmin at his back, the three of them frozen. You followed jisung’s gaze and noticed one side of your hair was shorter than the rest. He had accidentally cut a part of your hair to shoulder length.
You didn’t know if you were going to be furious or mad. It froze you as well, of course. Felix expected you to scream. Seungmin expected you to storm out. While Jisung -
“What the fuck?”
- expected you to say just that. The only thing he could mutter was “So-sorry.” You did storm out, Jisung following you after. You were walking fast when he grabbed your arm and made you face him. “Look, I am really really sorry. We were playing around and I saw you coming and I was about to use you as my shield from them but then…” He touched the hair he accidentally cut but you slapped his hand away. “I can accompany you to the salon.” He tried to offer as an act of apology. “I don’t want to be with you, though,” you turned around and continued walking to your friend’s classroom.
The day ended and you were walking to your bus stop alone this time. Your hair was tied behind your back by Luna who lend you her hairtie. Your head was hung low the whole time until you reached the bus stop and heard a familiar voice.
“Y/N I am really sorry.” Jisung said the moment he saw your figure.
“Stop it now.” You said without looking at him, sitting at the far end of the bench under the stop.
“I really have time today and I hope you do as well so I can accompany you to the salon. I’ll even pay-”
“Can I just ask why do you like bothering me so much?” you finally looked at him and cut him off his words. “It’s not just about the hair. You are literally sticking to my side ever since you moved here. You aren’t even like this to Felix or Seungmin. You appear everywhere I go like a mushroom. Seriously? Is it because of my so-called reputation?”
Taken aback, he looked at you with softness in his eyes. You couldn’t read what he was thinking and you were thankful that you couldn’t because the next words he said stunned you.
“I just.. I just like you.”
A leaf which fell exactly a centimeter away from your face snapped you out of your thoughts. How funny. You managed to memorize every single detail even if it was years ago. Years. All those years that passed since you left, you thought you have moved on. You thought wrong. You have tried different ways for your mind to not drift off to that man. But you couldn’t deny the butterflies it gave you whenever his annoying ass would appear in your thoughts. You could only laugh at how pathetic your situation looks like. You thought you were desperate to forget about him but maybe you weren’t desperate enough to burn the effects he had on you.
Out of nowhere, you felt the same butterfly that made you nervous. You stopped in your tracks when you realized what made them fly again. A laugh. You can hear steps approaching you accompanied by a laugh that was too familiar. A laugh that sounded so melodic and made you smile even if there was nothing to smile at. A laugh that you weren’t sure if you were ready to hear yet.
Fear and panic enveloped your body. You immediately dropped the leaf you were holding and grabbed your bag ready to leave until a familiar face was directly in front of you.
The butterflies intensified; your heart skipped a few beats.
The wind brushed past the both of you, sending you shivers.
But the only thing you felt was warmth.
The warmth that was Han Jisung.
#inkidz#districtninewriters#stray kids au#han jisung au#stray kids fluff#stray kids imagine#stray kids scenario#han jisung fluff#han x you#stray kids x reader#han jisung#stray kids#i finally posted it#not sure if i'm going to post the whole series tho#i feel like it's so... meh#so here's the supposedly chapter 1#still not sure what to do with it hehe
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[forget me not]
pairing: minho x reader
genre: angst(although not very angst)
wc: 600+
warning: mentions of road accident
your head is still throbbing from the impact but you couldn’t be bothered by it specially that your boyfriend, minho, is still unconscious.
the idea of both of you trying to have fun which involves a motorcycle and two helmets suddenly went tragic when an over-speeding truck joined in. now you, with numerous stitches and bandages while supported by a wheel chair, are still waiting for him to wake up - clutching his hands like it’s your lifeline. the only thing giving you hope is the constant beat of the heart monitor.
your other friends have also arrived you didn’t know since when. the only thing you know is they were right beside you when they woke up and it was also them who broke the news to you that minho still hasn’t.
“y/n, you should go rest. we’ll keep an eye on him,” changbin, who have been beside you since you insisted on coming here asked you. he as well hasn’t rested at least a blink but considering that you’re in a much worst state, he figured you need it more than he does.
but you never wanted to leave his side, “no,” you sniffed before wiping the tears you didn’t know were flowing on your cheeks, “i’ll stay. i want to be here when he wakes up.” you clutched his hands harder as if losing his touch would kill you.
sighing, changbin reached for your hand that is caressing minho’s, “y/n, if you keep this up you’ll pass out. do you want that?” no words can convince you enough, changbin concluded when he didn’t see your hold loosen. he might have to force you out.
he tried to pull you off from minho’s bed while muttering how it would help both of you if you get enough rest but you continued resisting him until you felt a light movement in your hand.
“h-he moved.”
minho’s hand started twitching.
you shrugged changbin’s hand to get back to minho’s and soon enough, the life was brought back to your eyes when his opened slowly opened. changbin went out to get the nurses and doctors to inform them that minho has finally woken up while you immediately reached for his jaw to cup it with your hands, “minho? are you okay? can you hear me? baby please answer me.”
minho looked lost, like he’s trying to identify where he is while trying to get used to the bright lights at the same time. when he finally looked at you though, his brows furrowed. still struggling to speak, he still tried his best to mutter the name you least, or never, expected to, “j-jia?”
when your face finally registered clearly into his eyes, he let go of your hand and looked around, “where’s jia? changbin?” the same guy who just entered the room looked at you with confusion in your eyes. your shocked expression telling him that you don’t have any idea of what’s happening either.
“minho, calm down. the doctors are on the way,” changbin said while rushing to other side of his bed to calm him. “no. what happened? where’s jia?”
"minho, what are yo-”
“hey.”
a feminine voice distracted everyone in the room and you hear minho once again, “Jia.” Jia went to minho, slightly nudging your wheel chair to make space for her so she could hug minho. He let her since he couldn’t hug her back due to minimal movements he can only do. when she let go, minho looked at her, “Jia, what happened?”
Jia, on the other hand, looked at you with the most confused expression but immediately went back to hugging minho.
you, on the other hand, was left lightheaded, still couldn’t register the fact that your boyfriend just looked for his ex as soon as he woke up when you, his girlfriend, has been there beside him all this time.
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