#I NEED Chan to drape himself over me like a blanket

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I’m kinda new to tumblr tbh but I need someone to write this so here goes lol

I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write a smut story where Chan is feeling kind of insecure about himself and the reader ends up jerking him off while like cooing to him how pretty he is

basically a fic where the reader praises the fuck out of Chan cause he deserves it 🥰

.·:*¨ insecure!bangchan x reader ¨*:·.

wc: 1.3k (the shortest i've written)

warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, kinda subby chan?, established relationship, insecurities, comfort, praise, body worship, sweet, fluffy, slight oral (m. rec), handjob, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: omg. i just finished writing and i was about to go to bed and then i read this and immediately needed to write it. tysm @hyunjinx42 for this suggestion <3 i hope it lived up to what u wanted

i love getting suggestions so if anyone has anything they'd like me to write, pls lmk!!! i also have a taglist if anyone is interested!

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You and your boyfriend were nestled comfortably on the plush, oversized couch, the soft glow of the table lamp casting a warm, inviting hue across the cozy living room. The air was filled with a serene ambiance, created by the gentle hum of the TV, which played a movie neither of you were particularly invested in. The flickering light from the screen danced across the room.

Your head rested gently on Chan’s broad shoulder, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest providing a comforting background to your quiet evening together. His arm, strong and reassuring, enveloped you in a protective embrace, pulling you close to him. The plush blanket draped over both of you felt like a cocoon, wrapping you in warmth.

Chan’s fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, his touch light and soothing. Yet, there was something different about his demeanor tonight. His usual warmth was overshadowed by a distant look in his eyes, as though his thoughts were caught in a whirlwind of uncertainties and insecurities that clouded his mind.

Sensing the shift in his mood, you shifted slightly, your instincts telling you that something was amiss. “Hey, Chan,” you said softly, your voice tender and concerned. “You okay?”

He sighed deeply, a sound laden with unspoken worries. His gaze flickered briefly to the TV screen, but it was clear his thoughts were elsewhere. The movie played on, a mere backdrop to the inner turmoil that occupied his mind. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, but his voice lacked its usual warmth, replaced by an undertone of hesitation.

With a gentle movement, you propped yourself up on one elbow, your eyes locked on his troubled expression. Your heart ached at the sight of him so distant, and you knew he was carrying a burden he wasn’t ready to share. “You don’t seem fine,” you said, your voice carrying a quiet intensity. “You’ve been distant for a while now. Talk to me, what’s on your mind?”

He hesitated, a fleeting moment of vulnerability crossing his features. He nervously bit his lower lip, a gesture that spoke volumes about the feelings he was experiencing. “It’s just… stupid thoughts,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your frown deepened, your concern growing. “Chan, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? No matter how silly it seems, I want to know what’s bothering you.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of apprehension and sadness. “It’s just… sometimes I can’t help but think you could be with someone more attractive. Someone who’s… I don’t know, more everything than me.”

The words struck you like a cold wave, leaving you momentarily speechless. It had never occurred to you that he, the sexiest man alive, might harbor such insecurities about his appearance.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Chan continued, his voice trembling with a mix of vulnerability and self-doubt. “Like, I see the way other guys look at you, and they all seem to be models or something. And then there’s me. I mean, I know I can be sexy when I try, but it takes a lot of effort and makeup. Sometimes I just feel like you could do better, you know?”

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and you shook your head vehemently, your heart aching for him. “Chan, that’s not true,” you said firmly, your hands gently cupping his face. “You know that’s not true. You’re right about one thing—you look nothing like those other guys.”

You trailed your fingers down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate care. As you slowly opened the shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles, you couldn’t help but admire the smoothness of his skin. Your touch was tender, each movement imbued with love and reverence.

“They could never look like you,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his neck. “They could never have this sexy body, and your sexy voice, and your adorable dimple.”

As you kissed a trail down his chest, your lips lingering on his skin, you felt the tension in his body begin to dissolve. Your hands roamed over his muscles, appreciating the hard-earned contours of his physique. You adjusted your position, gracefully moving off the couch and onto your knees in front of him.

Your hands traced the lines of his toned abs, your fingers gently caressing the faint lines and bumps that spoke of countless hours in the gym. “Too sexy,” you whispered, looking up at him with a playful yet adoring smile.

His face flushed a deep crimson, and he looked down at you, his breath hitching in his throat. The vulnerability in his eyes was palpable, but there was also a flicker of desire that ignited as he watched you.

Your hands moved lower, reaching the waistband of his jeans. With a slow, deliberate motion, you unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them down along with his boxers. The anticipation in the air was electric as you exposed him to your view.

His half-hard cock was freed, and you wrapped your hand around it, gently stroking it.

"Nobody can have a prettier cock than you," you murmured, admiring its size and shape. "Not even a porn star."

Your hand ran slowly up and down his length, looking up at him.

He groaned, his cock twitching in your hand.

You smiled, moving closer. You pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, then licked the slit, tasting the bead of precum that had formed.

"Did I mention the sexy voice?" you asked, looking up at him again. "And the pretty face? And the way your dimple looks when you smile?"

You gave the head a kitten lick, your hand moving faster.

"So beautiful," you whispered.

He moaned, his cock throbbing in your hand.

You smirked, pressing a wet kiss to the head. "Too bad nobody else can have you, you're all for me," you murmured, your other hand giving attention to his abs.

His face was flushed as he watched you touch him.

You stroked him faster, kissing his cock again. "I bet none of those guys could make me cum like you can," you whispered, licking up the side of his cock. "No one makes me feel as good as you."

His cock twitched in your hand, and he bit his lip, stifling another moan.

"Nobody stands a chance against your hot body, your cute face, and your amazing cock," you whispered, pumping him faster. "You're so sexy, you're too much."

He gasped, his cock pulsing in your hand. He was close.

"You're mine," you whispered, stroking him faster.

"Yours," he groaned, his cock throbbing in your hand.

"So pretty honey, nobody else compares," you mumbled, stroking him harder.

You pumped him faster, eager to feel him cum.

"Come for me baby," you whispered, licking the tip of his cock.

His body tensed, his hips jerking as he came. His cock throbbed, shooting hot cum over your face and hand.

"Even pretty when you cum," you murmured, stroking him through his orgasm.

His body shuddered as he finished, his cock twitching a few more times before he relaxed, breathing heavily.

You released his cock, smiling up at him. You looked up at him through heavy eyelids. "So sexy, and all mine."

He smiled, reaching for your face, and pulling you up for a kiss.

You smiled, breaking the kiss. "Is that enough proof?" you asked, wiping his cum off of your face.

He nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back onto the couch.

"Thank you for that, I love you," he murmured, holding you close.

"I love you, too," you said, nuzzling against him.

The two of you lay there in each other's arms, the TV still humming in the background.

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"I Can't Lose You" Part 3

Warnings: This one is bad... Like bad bad. Uhm so please pay attention to these warnings. *Brings out a scroll with a solemn face.* Descriptions of Blood, Emergency medical procedure explainations, Shock, Grief, Chan gets shoved once, (IF YOU WANT NO SPOILERS AND KNOW YOU CAN HANDLE THE FIC CONTINUE) Child Loss, Descriptions of miscarriage.

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Characters: OC Doctor, Stray Kids, Reader

A/N: I know the cut is very high up but I needed to be sure that it wouldn't trigger someone would get triggered by the story. I am so sorry I am doing this to y'all. But here we are. Enjoy getting your heart ripped out? I guess. IF YOU WANT MORE TELL ME!

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Previously:

You looked at Bin and Han and begged them to stay. Both of them looked at the doctor and said that whatever was happening, they weren't leaving. The doctor could see that you really needed them and as long as they were not in the way, it didn’t matter whether they were here or not. 

After the nerve block and the procedure, the doctor cleaned you up and draped a warm blanket over you, while the nurses hooked up a transfusion and closely monitored you. The doctor asked for Bin in the hall while Han went right back to your hand without the IV in it, so he could hold it properly.

Bin tried to ignore it during the procedure but the look that the doctor had on his face when he was doing the preliminary exam was haunting. Whatever he was called out here for… it wasn’t good.

NOW:

Once both Bin and the Doctor were in the hall and closed the sliding door separating you from the bustling main hallway, Bin got that feeling again. That sick feeling that something was wrong. The doctor looked like he was trying to stay professional. 

It was then that Bin noticed the doctor's wedding ring. He wondered to himself if the doctor was like Bin. So deep in love that seeing anyone else doesn’t just feel blasphemous, but it’s so out of the question it’s nauseating. The doctor began.

“Are you her husband?” He asked.

“No…” Bin replied. He could feel the bile rising in his throat with that one question. He immediately thought, If I was this never would’ve happened.

“Are you family?” The doctor looked at him.

“Yes. Are they okay?” Bin looked at the doctor.

“She lost a lot of blood, through something called a hemorrhage. It’s a rare complication especially this early on. She wouldn’t have made it if this happened at home. But it’s under control now.” the doctor said. He seemed to be trying to be as sympathetic as possible, making the next question sting more.

“Okay, and the baby?” Bin asked as he was trying to hold on to the possibility, some shred of hope that you and the baby were okay. He didn’t want the answer to be…

“I’m sorry.” The doctor slowly shook his head as he bowed his head slightly. The doctor looked guilty, like this was the worst part of his job, not being able to save someone. 

“How? Why?” Bin asked as it felt like his heart twisted. He didn’t know how you were going to get through this. He knew you too well. He knew that the pain you were about to feel, the emotional pain, would spell your demise... Bin couldn’t wouldn’t let that happen. 

“There is a cause-and-effect relationship that stress, extreme traumatic stress, like what you described, can cause a mis--” “Please don’t finish that word.” Bin pleaded with tears in his eyes. That word. He’s never hated a word in his life, until now. A word like that, even the word Death is kinder. To die you need to have lived in the first place, breathe air, feel emotions, like happiness, fear, love… None of those things happened for your child, through no fault of their mother. The same woman he’s staring at, the very same woman he always stared at. 

“The fact that she went through the shock as well as the prolonged stress after that shock, and didn’t have any previous symptoms of that happening prior to that, rules out all of the other options.” he paused and looked at his ring. Bin could tell what he was thinking, the doctor’s jaw tight, I could never dream of doing that, then continued, “You know her better than I do. Will she need something to calm her down?”

“Yes… but I don’t think she’ll accept it.” Bin looked back at you and Han. You looked so out of it. Like you were and were not there simultaneously. He has never seen you like this. From what he could see it looked like Han was doing his best to distract you. He was playing with your fingers as he joked. 

It was convincing enough to relax you, but Bin knew better. His eyes are always so expressive, if he's genuinely relaxed, his eyes show it. Bin could tell that Han was many things at this point in time, and worry free was not one of them. 

“Would you like to tell her?” the doctor asked. That question made Bin think a little bit. If he did tell you, he didn't know if you'd believe him. It's easier to ignore reality when the person breaking the news isn't a doctor. You'd accept it if it came from the doctor. 

“She’ll believe it if you say it… Just have the medicine on standby. Also, what do we do to help her? What’s next?” He asked.

“Well like I said her bleeding was extensive... I want to keep her for at least a full 24 hours, in case the bleeding starts again. I’ll also arrange for her to meet with the OBGYN during that time as well, to make sure we got all of the tissue out, that way there’s no chance of another hemorrhage or infection. Sounds like a plan?” The doctor asked.

“Yes… thank you." Bin took a deep breath before he went in, the doctor trailing behind him. 

The doctor closed the sliding door as Bin looked at you, then at Han briefly. He lowered the guardrail and made eye contact with Han, who mirrored his actions shortly after. 

“Mrs. Y/L/N” the doctor began but you cut him off. 

“My baby. Please tell me my baby’s okay… please,” the urgency written on your face. 

Han's eyes were set on Changbin. The minute you asked that question, Bin lowered his head, jaw tight, and tears were already beginning to form. When Bin looked at Han, he already knew. 

The doctor looked at you and said “I...I’m so sorry.” 

Your face showed nothing but confusion… you had just gotten the first ultrasound. You had it done a week ago. No, you saw your baby.

“Y/N” Bin asked gently. He saw the look on your face, and it killed him. Seeing your brain reach for any other outcome other than the one right in your face. He tucked some stray strands of hair behind your ear as he watched and waited for the understanding to reach your face, it didn’t.

“No, it can’t be, I just got the ultrasound done. No,” you replied.

Han and Bin looked at each other. Han's eyebrows dipped, as he processed and tried to brace for impact. Bin on the other hand, was willing himself to take a step back, knowing that you needed to hear this. It had to get through, that's the only way you could start healing. 

The doctor looked solemn as he said, “Mrs. Y/L/N I could tell that you were and still are contracting. The reason why your body is doing it, from what I can discern, is because your body went through extreme stress and emotional trauma, when that happens this early, your body rejects the pregnancy. That does not mean that this is your fault, it's the opposite. It’s completely out of your control.”

Bin could see the cogs turning in your brain as you slowly started shaking your head. Reality starting to seep in. Bin wished that you didn't have to go through this. That you got the fairytale ending without the heartbreak. That you didn't have to face the death of your own child. That pain, anguish, and suffering. 

The doctor continued, “There is an even rarer condition in which the body rejecting the pregnancy ends in a condition called a hemorrhage. It’s a technical term for excessive bleeding, in this case, it happened because your body is trying to expel the tissues in your cervix. Because it was so sudden, your cervix didn’t have time to open. When I examined you, you weren’t even at half a centimeter dilation, and all of that tissue was trying to be expelled. That was why I had to do that procedure, to get the tissue out so bleeding could be minimized. I’m so sorry… but you had a miscarriage.”

Once that word was said the scream that you let out was something that Han nor Bin have ever heard in their lives. It was soul-crushing. Both of them could hear your heart breaking, shattered on the ground. Bin and Han wanted nothing more than to pick up those pieces and fix it. They knew that they couldn't, this is a hurt they can't fix.

Han held you as you screamed, begged, pleaded… You looked at Bin. “Bin please, look at me. Please tell me it's not true… Please you don’t lie to me, I know you'll tell the truth pleeease.”

Bin looked at you, “I can’t tell you it’s not true. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” The look of devastation on his face only sealed the fact. Bin has never lied to you so why would he start now? Especially with something as serious as whether or not you had a miscarriage. 

The look that painted his face, brows upturned as his eye contact was nothing short of empathetic. You could tell he wanted to lie. 

He wanted it to be false, that it was just some freak minor bleeding… that the baby was okay…he wanted it so badly… but you can't want something into existence. 

That realization hit you in a split second as the monitors that were connected to you, measuring vitals, started going off. You could feel nothing but pain. The involuntary gnawing, pulling pain. The blood, the cold from lack of blood in your body…The physical agony was nothing compared to what you felt in that split second. 

Your heart rate was literally too fast for you to register, pain surging through you as comprehension slammed into you like a tsunami. The baby is gone. Your baby. Your heart rate was through the roof and the doctor went to your IV.

“Y/N I’m going to give you something to calm you down okay? Your heart can’t take this stress, it’ll give out.” The doctor pushed the medication. 

“I want my baby…Bin I want my baby… Han please, my baby.” You sobbed as you held on to Han. 

All Bin could do was say, “I know you do, I’m so sorry. I’m here. I’m sorry.”

Han got on the gurney with you and cradled you. He cried with you. Prayed that it was just a nightmare. Han looked to Bin, only to find him trying to fight the tears that were falling down his face. Bin's soul was hurting for you, bargaining with whatever powers out there, to give himself up for you and your child. He knew it was irrational but if he could've, he would've. 

As soon as the medicine kicked in your breathing started to slow. You still whimpered and cringed as you felt your body bearing down, still shaking slightly and cold to the touch. Han draped his jacket over you, resting you against his chest, singing to you, to calm you. 

Every once in a while reality would crash into you again, you’d reach for Bin. You knew why you did, he was always there. He always understood you on a deeper level. Sometimes he knew what you needed when you didn’t even know you needed it. 

Eventually he pulled up a chair and laid his head on his forearm, hand in yours and close to his lips. as he gently rubbed circles into your hand with his thumb. As soon as you’d squeeze that hand he’d squeeze back as he nuzzled into your hand. His way of letting you know that yes, this is the reality, but he is still here. Wordlessly, endlessly, he’d be here. Sometimes you’d comb your fingers through his hair, the feeling somewhat comforting.  

You were so tired it went down to your bones. Sometimes only mustering a long blink at the pain. Eventually your vitals started looking good enough to transport.

The doctor came in with solemn reverence, like he was intruding on a funeral.“Y/N, we’re going to keep you overnight at the least, you’re going to have a visit from the OBGYN in the morning, okay? We have your bed ready so soon someone’s going to come to transport you.”

You just looked up at the doctor and nodded, “T-thank you” you hiccupped, “Hannie and Binnie are staying with me.”

“I’ve already put a cot in the room for them. I wish I could’ve done more,” he said with a sad smile. Bin got up and shook his hand, thanking him.

As soon as the transport nurses came to get you Bin said “I’ll see you in a bit. I just need to do something really quick.” you nodded and Bin kissed your forehead. He had to go back to the house. He didn’t know why immediately, just that he had to. 

He was on autopilot the entire ride to the house, except for the red lights.  He didn’t need to be strong at those lights. He’d scream where no one could hear him. Letting the pain out as images of you flashed. Smiling, then flashing to the scream you let out. Laughing, then sobbing in that hospital gurney. Cooking with him, to crying on Han. 

His screams were from mourning, pain, and frustration. He mourned the baby and you. The pain for you, the pain of realizing all of the things that you won’t experience. The frustration of not being able to see it before. To protect you, guard you. He wanted to rip something… someone… apart. There. That was the impulse that drove him back to the house.

At the last red light, he breathed deep, not even wanting to. He used whatever force that was left over as he screamed one last time. Everything he did, your child would never experience. Every scream echoed, redoubling the anguish he had for the both of you. Culminating into this, silence as he turned the corner to the house.

To his surprise, all of the other member’s cars were still at the house when he pulled up. When he parked, he looked at the clock on his dashboard, it was 2 a.m. Had it been 6 hours already? 

He felt his adrenaline kick up as he opened the door. He found everyone still wide awake, waiting for answers, but one look at Bin and they gathered what they needed.

Chan walked into the room from the kitchen and his jaw dropped upon seeing him.

“Bin…what happened?” Felix asked gently, hand’s slightly raised, as if approaching a wild animal. The aura on Bin wasn’t his aloof, goofy, self, it was the opposite; dark, threatening, dangerous. Bin’s eyes were trained on Chan, the closer he got, the more Bin felt his resolve slipping… Chan looked at him up and down, concern and horror written on his face. It was only then that Bin noticed he was covered in your blood.

His resolved snapped at that realization, upper lip ticking into a repressed snarl as he breathed “I’m… going to kill you.” He made a B-line to Chan. Felix, Minho, and Jeongin had to hold him back. 

Once Bin realized he couldn’t get to Chan, he screamed, “Was it worth it?! HUH?!!” His veins were popping out under his skin as he struggled to get free, “Was it?! Tell me! You hurt and nearly killed the only person I’ve ever loved. She’s dead inside now, all thanks to you!” More flashes accompanied that sentence, him picking you up and watching you go limp, eyes fluttering.

Felix looked at Bin and said, “What?... Hyung..” Felix's voice trailed off, trying to process what he heard. Felix knew that if he heard Bin correctly…he couldn’t even complete that thought.

Bin’s eyes snapped to Felix and he relaxed to the point where all three let go.

“The doctor said that because of the severe stress and emotional trauma she endured her body rejected the pregnancy.” He bum-rushed Chan and slammed him against the wall, while everyone was either in shock or processing. Felix was the first and only one to try to get Bin off Chan. Changbin was just too strong for the younger man, he ignored Felix as he tried wordlessly to pry Bin away from Chan. 

Bin continued staring into Chan's eyes, “The miscarriage was so sudden, in fact, that she hemorrhaged and almost bled to death because her cervix couldn’t open on its own in time. They had to scrape the tissue out just to stop it from killing her! And she looked at me to see if it was really true because I don’t LIE to her. Then they had to sedate her because her heart was going to give out when she realized that it was true.”

At this point Bin tightened his grip on Chan, “You are lucky that she asked for me to stay with her… If not I would kill you, right here. You are going to stay AWAY until or even IF she ever wants to see you again. I mean it Chan, if you come near her, I will end you. It’s not a threat, it’s a promise.” With that, he dropped Chan and went to the washroom. He washed off as much blood as he could and went to his room to change into spare clothes. He wanted to destroy everything in his room. His keepsakes, his picture frames of the boys all together. There was only one picture frame that he did smash to dust before he left his room… the one of himself and Chan, on Chan’s wedding day. He picked up his bloody clothes, stalked back out to Chan, and threw the clothing at him. 

He was shaking with rage as he said, “To YOU… this could’ve been a game or a thrill, fucking with her heart. But THAT!” he pointed to the clothing, “that is the reality. A child is dead, your child and it almost killed Y/N too. Next time you want to contact her, look at what you did to both of them while you do it.”

Before Chan could say anything Bin was slamming the door shut behind him with such force that the wall itself vibrated. Right as he made it to his car Felix ran to him. “Can I go with you?” he asked.

“I’m not leaving the hospital for the whole night, you know that, right?” 

Felix nodded and got into the passenger seat. The whole ride over Felix couldn’t help but to stare at Bin. He has never seen him like this. So enraged that he was three seconds away from crushing Chris’ windpipe. 

He also noted how Bin didn’t seem to know that he was covered in blood until Chris looked at him. Even now he could see Bin’s grip on the steering wheel was so strong his knuckles were white. He didn’t know exactly what happened in those four hours they weren’t given updates, and Felix knows just by seeing Bin, he never wants to find out. 

As soon as Bin entered your hospital room he heard you say “Binnie?”

Honestly, he could melt every time you call him that.

“I’m back…” he chuckled slightly… ���And I brought some sunshine with me…”

The minute he looked into your eyes, you smiled just a little. That was progress. He kissed your forehead as Felix looked you over. 

Felix is like your little brother, so the minute you saw him and he saw you, you both started crying. Han got off the bed knowing Lix would want to be with you for a bit, for both of your sakes. 

This gave Han and Bin time to talk out in the hall.

“How’re her contractions?” Bin asked.

“They’re slower but still strong. The doctor says that it’ll be strong for at least 5 to 10 hours.” Han reported.

“And you? How’re you doing?” Bin asked. He knows Han has anxiety, seeing all of this and being as strong as he’s been is not easy. 

“I’m… Out of all people, Bin.” Han shook his head. Han has known Chan the longest and he would’ve never expected him to do this. 

“I know”

“Please tell me you didn’t hit him.” Han said.

“Nah… She needs me more than I need to beat him to a pulp… I don’t think he’ll be bothering her anymore though.” That’s at least what Bin hopes. Everything is so raw. A little over 8 hours before this you were at a restaurant to celebrate your 3rd anniversary. Now everything was all wrong, a nightmare incarnate and no one can wake up from reality. 

“Hyung… She can’t go back to that house.” Han said as he took a deep breath.

“I know. All I know is that we'll do what she’s comfortable with.”

“Agreed…Bin?” Han asked.

“Yeah?”

“It should’ve been you with her. From the beginning.” Han looked to Bin, a look of understanding and empathy for Bin. Han could always see the way Bin looked at you when no one else was looking. Everything you said would be committed to his memory, even the smallest things like which brand of sesame oil you like best for your bulgogi marinade. 

“I know. That doesn’t mean that I can’t be here for her from now on.”

Han just smiled and both of them went back into the room. 

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Chapter Eleven: There's Two Of You SS: 3 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 3.4K Content Warnings: vomit, sickness in general

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Chan steadies Ayame as she stumbles into her apartment, her keys clattering onto the floor before she manages to flick on the light. The space is warm and inviting despite its current occupant's state of utter disrepair. Ayame immediately kicks off her damp Converse, sending them skidding across the hardwood floor.

Chan closes the door behind them, locking it out of habit, his eyes scanning the apartment. It's cosy, with a small bookshelf crammed full of novels, a fluffy pink blanket draped over the couch, and his gaze halts on a shelf near the window, lined with an army of Smurf figurines. Chan blinks, then slowly walks toward them, the tiny plastic creatures staring back at him like a tiny blue jury.

"What the actual fuck?" he mutters, crouching slightly to get a closer look. "Is this-? Are these yours?"

Ayame groans, leaning heavily against the kitchen counter. "Why are you still here?" she asks, ignoring his question entirely.

Chan turns, an eyebrow raised. "Because you look like you're about two seconds away from passing out in your Smurf shrine. Did you really think I'd just leave you like this?"

"I'm fine," Ayame mutters, waving him off, but she suddenly freezes, her face paling dramatically. Her hand shoots to her mouth, and her eyes widen in panic.

"You're gonna puke, aren't you?"

Ayame nods frantically, unable to speak, and bolts toward the hallway. She barely makes it to the bathroom before she's retching into the toilet, her knees hitting the cold tile with a thud.

"Fucking hell," Chan murmurs, following her. He kneels behind her, pulling her coat off and tossing it onto a towel rack before gathering her hair into one hand. "There you go, just let it out."

Ayame groans between heaves, her voice shaky. "Oh, the humanity."

Chan snorts despite himself, shaking his head as he rubs gentle circles on her back. "You're making this way too dramatic. It's just puke."

She glares up at him weakly, her face damp with sweat, before another wave hits her, and she's back over the bowl. Chan winces at the sound but doesn't move, holding her hair tighter.

"You don't- You don't need me to run out for pregnancy tests or anything, do you?" he asks hesitantly, breaking the silence.

Ayame freezes mid-gag, her head jerking up to glare at him, her eyes blazing with indignation. "What the actual fuck did you just say?"

Chan shrugs, his expression sheepish but not backing down. "I mean, you've been acting weird lately, throwing up- I don't know. It's a possibility."

"Believe me," Ayame says, her voice raspy, "it's not. Plan B after every hookup and condoms galore. Stocked like a fucking pharmacy."

Chan whistles low, impressed despite himself. "Alright, alright. Noted. Definitely not pregnant."

Ayame groans again, the nausea doubling down as she slumps back over the toilet. Chan mutters something under his breath, his hand moving to press gently against her back.

"Jesus," he says, shaking his head as another retch echoes in the small bathroom. "How the fuck is your tiny body producing this much vomit?"

"Kill me," Ayame groans, her voice muffled as she leans her forehead against the cool porcelain. "Just fucking kill me."

Chan chuckles softly, reaching for a tissue from the counter. "Not today, shortcake," he says, his tone unusually soft. He dabs at her damp forehead with the tissue, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "But keep this up, and I might reconsider."

Ayame manages a weak glare at him before another dry heave forces her back over the bowl. Chan exhales slowly, settling into a more comfortable kneeling position beside her.

"You're a fucking disaster, you know that?" he mutters, his voice carrying a strange mix of fondness and exasperation.

"Yeah," Ayame croaks, her voice hoarse. "But I'm your disaster right now."

Chan freezes for a split second, caught off guard by her words. Then his lips quirk up in the faintest smile, and he nods. "Yeah, you are."

The afternoon sun casts a warm glow over Ayame's living room, highlighting the oddly pristine display of Smurf figurines perched on a shelf. Chan stands in front of them, his arms crossed, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and amusement. He tilts his head, squinting at a Smurf holding a book that seems slightly off-centre.

"Why the fuck does this one look like it's judging me?" he mutters, reaching out to adjust it. His hand hovers, but he quickly pulls back. "Not touching that. I don't need more bad juju today."

In the kitchen, the sound of Ayame rinsing her mouth in the sink echoes faintly. Her low grumbling is mostly drowned out by the running water, but Chan catches a few words. "Stomach flu... fucking gods... hate me."

She shuffles back into the living room, her Smurfette-patterned pyjama pants swishing against the hardwood floor. Her hair is a mess of loose waves, and her face is drawn, but she doesn't seem to care. Without a word, she trudges past him and flops onto her bed like a sack of potatoes, face-first into her comforter.

Chan follows her a few minutes later, knocking lightly on her doorframe. He leans against it, one eyebrow raised. "You alive in there?"

Ayame mumbles something unintelligible into her comforter. It might be a curse or a plea for death. Either way, it's enough for Chan to take as an invitation to enter.

He steps into the room, holding a digital thermometer like it's some kind of peace offering. "Alright, sit up. Time to see just how close you are to spontaneous combustion."

Ayame groans quietly, her voice muffled by the blanket. "Why are you still here? This is a violation of my privacy. I'm wearing my Smurfette pyjamas."

Chan smirks, stepping closer and shaking the thermometer at her. "And I'm sure they'd look great on a five-year-old. Now, stop whining and open your mouth."

She glares up at him but reluctantly pushes herself up, revealing the bright blue Smurfette print on her oversized pyjama top. Chan bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing as he steps closer.

"Say ahh," he instructs, slipping the thermometer into her mouth before she can argue. "And try not to talk, okay? I know that's asking a lot from you."

Ayame's glare intensifies, but with the thermometer lodged firmly under her tongue, all she can do is cross her arms and sulk.

The device beeps after a few moments, and Chan pulls it out, frowning slightly as he reads the number. "39.3," he says, holding it up for her to see. "Congrats. You're officially on fire."

Ayame squints at him, her voice hoarse. "So bad, right?"

"Not great," Chan replies, pressing a hand to her forehead for emphasis. "You're basically a walking fever right now."

She groans dramatically, sinking back into her pillows. "The thermometer's in on it. It's part of a conspiracy. They're all out to get me. My stomach, my fever, my bad luck..."

Chan chuckles softly, shaking his head as he gently adjusts the pillow behind her. "You're so full of shit. Just admit you're sick and let someone take care of you for once."

Ayame snorts weakly. "Says the guy who's basically an emotional brick wall."

Chan pauses, his smirk fading into something softer. "Touche," he mutters, straightening up. "Stay put. I'll grab you something for the fever."

Ayame curls back into her comforter burrito, peeking out just enough to watch him leave. "Don't fuck with my Smurfs," she calls after him, her voice muffled but firm.

"I wouldn't dare," Chan shoots back over his shoulder, his tone light but amused.

When he returns a few minutes later with a glass of water and fever meds, Ayame is still in full burrito mode. He sets the glass on her nightstand and nudges her shoulder lightly.

"Take these," he says, holding out the pills. "Before your brain starts melting out of your ears."

Ayame shifts just enough to grab the pills, popping them into her mouth and washing them down with a long sip of water. She hands the glass back, her eyes half-lidded. "Thanks."

Chan places the glass back on the nightstand, pulling the comforter up over her shoulders. "Get some sleep, shortcake."

Ayame's lips twitch at the nickname, but she doesn't fight it. "You're... not as annoying when I feel like shit," she mumbles.

Chan snorts softly, standing to leave. "I'll take that as a compliment."

As the door clicks shut behind him, Ayame stares at it, her fevered mind replaying the unexpected softness in his voice. For once, she doesn't argue with the silence.

The evening light filters dimly through Ayame's curtains, casting a warm haze over the room as she stirs. Her head pounds like a drum, and her throat feels like sandpaper. She groans softly, blinking through the blurriness, only to find two figures standing near her bed. One is Chan, his familiar broad shoulders silhouetted against the soft light. The other is someone else. Blonde, freckled, with a warm smile and eyes that look suspiciously similar to-

"Noooo," Ayame rasps, her voice scratchy and weak. She squints hard, her gaze darting between the two men. "There's two of you. Fucking great. This is it. I'm dead, aren't I? This is hell. I died, and hell is full of Bang Chans."

The blonde man chuckles, his voice a deep, soothing lilt that somehow puts her at ease. "Ayame?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm Felix," the man says, stepping closer. "I'm a doctor. How are you feeling?"

Ayame blinks slowly, trying to piece it together. "Not so good," she mumbles, her gaze flicking back to Chan, then to Felix, then back again. Her fever makes everything surreal, and she's convinced she's hallucinating.

"She's got a fever of 39.3," Chan says, arms crossed, his eyes flicking between Ayame and Felix. "She was puking earlier. Like everywhere, a lot"

"Real charmer," Ayame mutters, managing a weak glare at Chan. "Thank you for the update."

Felix steps forward, kneeling beside the bed with a calm professionalism that contrasts sharply with Ayame's delirium. "Alright, Ayame, let's sit you up. It'll be easier to check you over."

She lets him guide her, her body heavy and limp as she leans against his sturdy hands. The cool touch of his fingers on her neck, as he checks her glands, makes her flinch slightly, but she's distracted by the freckles dusting his nose and cheeks.

"You're handsome," Ayame blurts, her words slurring slightly. "And pretty. Handsome and pretty."

Felix laughs softly, his dimples deepening as he glances up at her. "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself, though you do look like you've been through hell."

"Fair," Ayame mumbles, blinking sleepily. "But still. Very handsome"

Felix raises an eyebrow, glancing at Chan. "Thank you but people always say Chris is the handsome one"

"Eugh," Ayame mutters, her gaze flicking to Chan, who looks somewhere between amused and exasperated. "So, you're his brother? You must've wanted to beat him up so bad when you were kids."

Felix smirks, leaning back on his heels. "Oh, plenty of times. He's always been a pain in the ass."

"Rude," Chan mutters, his arms crossing tighter over his chest.

Ayame's fevered brain latches onto the moment, and her eyes light up. "Tell me embarrassing things. I need dirt. Spill it."

Felix hums, clearly enjoying this. "Let's see- Oh! He used to dress up like a dog."

Ayame's face lights up in incredulous delight. "No way."

Felix nods solemnly, his freckled cheeks dimpling as his grin widens. "Yep. Made our mother walk him around the neighbourhood on a leash."

"What the actual fuck?" Ayame wheezes, her laughter bursting out in a series of choked giggles. "Chan, no!"

Chan groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I was a kid. Kids do dumb shit."

Felix doesn't let up. "He was twelve."

Ayame gasps dramatically, clutching at her chest as if the revelation physically pains her. "Twelve? Oh, no. That's too old. Chan, that's so bad."

"I regret everything," Chan mutters, shooting Felix a withering look. "Can we wrap this up, Doctor? She needs rest."

Felix chuckles, patting Ayame's shoulder gently. "Feel better, Ayame."

Ayame waves weakly, her hand flopping like a dead fish as she leans back into her pillows. "This is officially the best day of my life."

Felix gives her a cheeky wink before standing and heading toward the door. Chan follows, muttering under his breath about regretting ever making the call. As they leave, Ayame grabs a hefty Smurf plush from her bed, clutching it tightly against her chest.

"Best day ever," she mumbles to herself, her laughter trailing off as she drifts back into fevered sleep.

The muted light above the small kitchen table casts a soft glow, reflecting faintly off the scratched surface of the wood. Felix scribbles something on a prescription pad, his pen moving quickly but quietly.

The faint sound of Ayame's steady breathing filters in from her room, the only other noise in the still apartment. Chan sits across from Felix, his chair angled slightly away, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares blankly at the far wall.

"You did all the right things," Felix says without looking up, his tone casual but firm.

Chan's eyes snap to Felix, his brows knitting together. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Felix finally glances up, his freckled face calm but tinged with amusement. "It means you didn't fuck up. Bringing her home, making sure she didn't pass out or drown in a pile of her own puke, you did good."

Chan snorts, leaning further back in his chair. "Thanks for the glowing review, Dr. Bang. Really warms my heart."

"Don't be a dick," Felix says with a smirk, tearing off the prescription slip and folding it neatly. "I'm trying to give you credit for once."

"High praise coming from you,"

Felix leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Don't make me regret it."

They lapse into silence for a moment, the tension between them not unpleasant but thick with unspoken words. Felix taps the folded prescription against the table before clearing his throat.

"So," he says, his tone carefully neutral. "You ever gonna RSVP?"

Chan freezes, his brows furrowing. "What?"

Felix arches a brow, his freckled face the picture of nonchalance. "You know. My wedding? Soojin's about to kill me over the final guest count. Any chance you're planning to let us know whether you're coming, or are you just going to show up unannounced like a dramatic bastard?"

Chan sighs heavily, his fingers running through his hair as he slouches further into his chair. "I've been busy. Work's a fucking nightmare right now."

"Bullshit," Felix says lightly, his tone teasing but firm. "You've RSVP'd to weddings before while being busy. What's the deal?"

Chan avoids Felix's gaze, his fingers drumming on the table. "It's awkward."

Felix stares at him, unblinking. "Why? Because of Dad? Or because you'll have to interact with me for more than five minutes at a time?"

Chan lets out a bitter laugh. "Both?"

Felix leans forward, planting his elbows on the table as his voice softens. "I'm your brother, Chris. You're not getting out of this one. I want you there."

Chan exhales sharply, finally meeting Felix's gaze. "I'll think about it."

Felix doesn't push. Instead, he tilts his head toward Ayame's room, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Bring her. She'd make it interesting."

Chan huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, that's all we need, Ayame at a family wedding. She'd spend the whole time taking bets on whether Dad and I would kill each other before dessert."

Felix chuckles, grabbing his bag and standing. "Wouldn't that be entertaining, though? She seems like she'd handle it better than most."

"She'd probably bet on me," Chan mutters, standing as well and following Felix to the door.

Felix pats him on the shoulder, his grin softening. "Just think about it, okay? I want you there."

Chan nods, his voice quieter now. "I know. Thanks for coming over, Lix."

"Anytime," Felix says, his tone warm. He pulls open the door and steps into the hallway, throwing a cheeky grin over his shoulder. "Take care of your Smurf-loving friend."

Chan watches him disappear, the sound of Felix's footsteps fading into the distance. For a moment, he stands there, staring at the empty hallway, before shutting the door with a soft click.

Chan steps quietly into Ayame's room, a glass of water in one hand and a washcloth in the other. The muted glow from her bedside lamp casts soft shadows across the walls. Ayame stirs, her eyes fluttering open as he sits on the edge of her bed.

"Hey," Chan says softly, holding out the glass. "Drink this."

Ayame groans, propping herself up on one elbow. Her movements are sluggish, her face pale and her hair sticking out at odd angles. She accepts the glass with trembling hands, her fingers brushing his briefly. She takes a tentative sip, grimacing. "Not strawberry juice."

Chan raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"My eomma used to give me strawberry juice when I was sick," she rasps, her voice scratchy. "What did yours do?"

His expression shifts slightly, an unreadable mix of nostalgia and something darker. "They were always too busy treating other people. If I wasn't in cardiac arrest, I was fine."

Ayame tilts her head, studying him with bleary eyes. "Is your whole family doctors?"

"Surgeons," Chan corrects, his voice flat but not unkind. "Except me."

She blinks slowly, her gaze softening as a faint smile tugs at her lips. "Has anyone ever told you that you kinda look like a wolf? WolfChan. That's your new nickname now. I'm a genius."

Chan huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. "You're delirious."

"Maybe," Ayame mumbles, a teasing lilt in her voice. She gestures weakly at him with the glass. "But you should stop calling me 'shortcake.'"

Chan leans back slightly, crossing his arms. "Not a chance. Watching you pretend to hate that nickname is the best part of my day."

Ayame's cheeks flush faintly, though whether it's from her fever or his words is unclear. "You changed your shirt,"

Chan glances down, as if only just realizing. "Felix bought it for me. You puked on the other one."

Ayame's face scrunches up in embarrassment, and she lets out a muffled groan. "I did do that."

"You did," Chan confirms, a small smirk playing on his lips. "But I've been through worse."

She stares at him for a long moment, her fevered mind latching onto random details. "Dove grey, white, powder blue, windowpane, true blue."

Chan frowns slightly. "What are you on about?"

"Your shirts," Ayame murmurs, her voice growing softer. "Always in the same order."

He chuckles, the sound low and warm. "Guess I'm predictable."

Ayame's lips curve into a faint smirk. "You only surprised me once."

That catches his attention. He leans in slightly, his tone curious. "When?"

"The elevator," she whispers, her eyes half-lidded. Despite her exhaustion, there's a glimmer of mischief in her gaze.

Chan's expression shifts, the teasing smirk giving way to something more serious. "What did you think about that?"

Ayame's smirk grows. "I thought it was really hot." She leans back into her pillows, clutching the blanket tighter around herself. "Minho had to baptize and sage me after to exorcise the demon that is you."

Chan laughs, the sound soft but genuine. "Minho's dramatic as hell."

"Welcome to my life," Ayame mutters, her voice trailing off.

Chan watches her for a long moment, his dark eyes lingering on her flushed face and the slight curve of her lips. The tension between them is almost tangible, thick enough to cut through the fever-induced haze clouding Ayame's mind.

"Are we playing a staring game now?" she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Chan leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "It's my favourite game."

Ayame blinks slowly, her fever-bright eyes locking onto his. "I like the way you look at me," she mumbles, her words slurring as her eyelids droop further.

Chan's smile softens, his hand reaching out to gently rub her shoulder. "Get some rest, shortcake."

She hums in response, her grip tightening on the Hefty Smurf plush she clutches to her chest. Chan stays for a moment longer, his gaze fixed on her as her breathing evens out and her features relax into sleep. He exhales quietly, standing and pulling the blanket up to her chin before switching off the bedside lamp.

As he steps out of the room, closing the door softly behind him, his mind is anything but quiet.

(39.3 degrees celcius = 102.8 degrees farenheit)

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Blood, sweat and tears - juneofdoom day24

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Seungmin

Caregivers: Stray Kids

Prompts: “Let’s get you cleaned up“ -> blankets, bandages

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TW: blood

No one’s POV.:

The fifth hour of their group dance practice was nearing its end and the members were absolutely drained. This was nothing new to them, schedules always got busy the closer they got to a comeback and they were just about to release a new album. Seungmin couldn’t recall the last time he had felt this exhausted but tried not to let it show. They were all tired, so he had no right to whine about it. Minho had pointed out his sluggish dance moves multiple times, so the younger did his best to pull himself together. Maybe if his mind hadn’t been so foggy with fatigue, he would’ve memorized the steps faster and could now focus on their clean execution but he doubted it. No matter how much he tried to focus, his limbs refused to comply.

It was humiliating really, how many times Seungmin had already lost his balance. Maybe if he had gotten more sleep, he wouldn’t be feeling so off kilter but there hadn’t been any time. His vision was already beginning to fray around the edges, when Minho called for a break. Not trusting himself to take another step without falling, Seungmin let himself sink to the ground. His head pounded when he shifted his position to lay down but sitting up took too much effort, so he’d rather bear the headache. “You good?”, Changbin asked softly as he took a seat next to his dongsaeng. Seungmin only hummed, the sound less certain than he had intended. Uncapping the younger’s water bottle, Changbin instructed: “Sit up and have some water.” Giving the rapper a long look, Seungmin then closed his eyes and draped his arm over them to block the bright ceiling lights. He had absolutely no energy left and he wasn’t even all that thirsty.

When Seungmin realized that Changbin was watching him, he muttered: “Thanks for the water but I don’t wanna move right now. I’ll have some later.” – “Headache?”, the rapper hummed sympathetically. Seeing no point in lying, Seungmin admitted: “Yeah. It felt like pressure all day but now it started to thump and I just really don’t feel like moving.” He let out a slow breath when Changbin ran his fingers through his sweat damp hair. “You look wiped. Are you sure you can continue dancing?”, the older worried, catching Chan and Minho’s attention. Growing uncomfortable with the amount of attention, Seungmin sighed: “Yeah, of course. I always get these headaches when I’m tired, so this is a given every time we have a comeback. No big deal, please just let me be tired in peace.”

Though that wasn’t necessarily a satisfying reply, the members couldn’t really argue. Each of them had their individual comeback struggles that they always had to endure when they released something new. It was simply something that came with the job and that they were willing to bear for the sake of their careers. “Alright, we’ll stop bugging you”, Chan chuckled, “You can always sit out for a round or two though, no judgement. I’d rather have you take more frequent breaks than anyone getting hurt, okay?” Seungmin gave a nod and could only barely refrain from rolling his eyes. He didn’t need any extra breaks.

Seungmin let Changbin pull him to his feet and held to hold onto the rapper’s shoulder for a moment as his ears rang. Worriedly steadying the younger, Changbin hummed: “Are you sure, you’re okay?” Seungmin nodded, blinking rapidly to get the dark spots to clear. “That was just a little too fast”, he muttered, straightening up as soon as the dizziness improved. His friends were skeptical but knew that there wasn’t much that’d stop Seungmin from practicing when he had made up his mind, so they hoped to just wait for him to throw in the towel.

Unsurprisingly, that didn’t happen, despite the increasing pressure behind his temples and the loud pulse in his ears. It got a little difficult for Seungmin to hear the music at times but he tried not to let it on. He struggled not to get emotional with how exhausted he was but eventually, he focused more on holding it together and not worrying his friends than on the dance steps. During a change of positions, Seungmin’s foot caught on Minho’s, causing him to trip. He had so much momentum that he slid across the practice room floor. For a moment, he was just numb with surprise, too startled to feel anything at all. His head was still pounding from the impact of his fall but slowly, his left arm started to burn and so did his knees.

“Shit! Are you okay?”, Felix panicked as he knelt beside him. Nodding uncertainly, Seungmin sat up and held his head. Chan also rushed over, giving his dongsaeng a once-over, frowning: “Did you hit your head?” – “No”, Seungmin sniffled, the first tear spilling from his eye, “I didn’t hit it. The fall just made the headache worse.” Scanning his knees and arm to assess the damage, Seungmin’s chest hitched with a tired sob. His knees were red and raw with friction burns and the arm he had braced himself with, was skinned so deeply it bled. Not a small wound either but a spread out friction burn with little beads of blood seeping from multiple places. “You’re okay”, Felix comforted as he rubbed the other’s back.

Chan knelt next to them, examining Seungmin’s injuries while Jeongin had already hurried off to fetch the first aid kit. Minho supplied Seungmin with tissues and water, realizing that while his dongsaeng’s injuries weren’t severe in the slightest, they were still incredibly painful and definitely marked the end of his practice session. Catching a dribble of blood with a tissue, Chan lightly dabbed at Seungmin’s arm and winced sympathetically: “That was really the cherry on top, hm? Your day couldn’t have gone any better. Let’s get you cleaned up and some bandages on those burns, so we can take you home. You’re done practicing and we can all use some rest, so we don’t end up hurting ourselves too.”

Hyunjin carefully draped his sweatshirt around Seungmin’s shoulders, so he wouldn’t catch a chill now that he wasn’t physically active anymore. Still out of breath when he returned to the practice room, Jeongin handed Chan the first aid kit and the leader reached for some antiseptic spray and cleaned Seungmin’s arm, the boy letting out a pathetic whimper at the sting. Felix held him in a tight side-hug while Chan bandaged his arm and put cute Band-Aids on his knees. Still trembling a little, Seungmin had Minho and Changbin pull him to his feet and was grateful for their support when the dizziness returned. His quick breathing had left him even more lightheaded and all he really wanted was his bed, no matter how disgusting his practice clothes or the sweat and tears on his face felt.

“Come on, let hyung carry you”, Changbin whispered and crouched in front of Seungmin. He knew how much walking with skinned knees hurt and the younger already looked so exhausted. Giving a soft sniffle, Seungmin wrapped his arms around Changbin’s neck and let the older pick him up. He was too out of it to listen to his friends’ conversation and didn’t notice how Jisung, Felix and Jeongin headed out already. Minho packed everything up and handed Chan Seungmin’s bag, while the leader made arrangements with their management on the phone. Shouldering Changbin’s bag along with his own, Minho held the door open for his dongsaengs. He gave Seungmin’s back a light scratch, humming: “Chan is clearing our schedules for the day, citing safety concerns due to exhaustion, so all of us can get some rest. Hannie, Lixxie and Innie are getting take out for everyone and will meet us at our dorm. As soon as you got something in your stomach, I’ll fetch you painkillers for your head and then you can sleep, ‘kay Minnie?” The younger’s came out muffled against Changbin’s shoulder, which made his hyungs chuckle.

The way home passed in a blur for Seungmin, who eventually found himself in the bathroom. He sat slumped on the closed toilet lid and changing out of his sweaty practice clothes proved to be a painfully slow process but when Chan gently wiped his arms and back with a damp washcloth to help him freshen up without having to get his bandages wet, the effort was absolutely worth it. In a way, it was an advantage that they had taken so long to get him cleaned up because it kept him awake long enough for his friends to arrive with their food. They settled Seungmin on the couch, giving him enough space to ensure nobody would accidentally brush against his sore arm but Felix stayed just close enough to give the younger a shoulder to lean on.

“Now for the surprise!”, Jeongin beamed, catching Seungmin’s attention, whose eyes had already begun to droop again. Laughing, Jisung got up to accompany the maknae to the kitchen. When the two returned, they carried ice cream cups for everyone. Sensing the hesitation, Jisung determined: “Yes, we’re aware that it’s comeback season and that we need to watch our diets more closely around these times but we’ve had a stressful time and our souls need food to. Today’s an exception and if you insist on watching your food intake, go eat in front of a mirror.” – “I wasn’t even going to say anything”, Chan laughed as he accepted the treat he was handed.

A tired smiled played around Seungmin’s lips when he realized they had gotten his favorite and Jisung was absolutely right. This was soul-food and he really needed it after the day he had. With his energy being completely spent, eating something so cold inevitably left him chilled and eventually, Felix too picked up on the little shivers Seungmin tried so hard to suppress. Unable to get up with Seungmin resting against him, Felix shot Changbin a text, the rapper’s eyebrow quirking a little when he picked up his phone. Shooting the Aussie a quick smile, Changbin went to fulfil his request though, no questions asked. When Changbin returned with the fluffy blanket from Felix’ bed, the two carefully tucked it around Seungmin, who yawned as he cuddled closer to Felix.

They decided to watch a movie to relax for the rest of the afternoon but it only took twenty more minutes till Changbin ended up carrying the sleeping boy to bed.

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genre: flustering Bae, this is a new genre at this point

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Their fans didn’t even know their beloved idols would have another album coming out soon, yet the members were already working hard on it. They were all very excited, even more than usual -and that was hard to achieve-, because they would be working with a famous japanese singer this time, LiSA. She was known for several things, some anime openings being on that extensive list and you could bet that some of the boys knew at least one or two of those songs by heart. They were too big of a weeb to not.

Amongst them the worst ones were Jisung and Bae, the two socially awkward anime fans. Just from the mere thought of meeting her had their palms turning clammy and their hearts speed up, but only after leaping into their throats. Thankfully or not, they wouldn’t be meeting with the famous singer for a while, needing to work on the songs on their own first.

“Can you believe it, Hyung? Not only did Chan hyung laugh at me when I accidentally messed something up while recording, but he shouted into the mic!”

It was Jisung complaining after his day of recording, his tired form draped over Bae’s. It wasn’t by the latter’s choice, since the young quokka attacked him and started acting like his personal blanket the moment their eyes met. Bae knew he had no choice but to accept his fate, the man too stubborn to leave him be.

“Aaaaaah, Baeeeee hyuuung, it was so horrible, I think I got permanent hearing damage.” - at this, Bae just looked at Jisung with a raised eyebrow.

“I know, I know, we’re loud, you say it all the time, but I’m serious this time! Gimme a kiss! I need someone to kiss it better!” - the younger asked shamelessly, doe eyes glistening as he was craning his head to look at Bae.

Now, Bae really loved his members, he truly did, and he would never hurt them purposefully, but the thought of just shoving Jisung down onto the floor from top of him did cross his head for a second. Maybe even two. But instead he just took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as he just got up from the couch -with the clingy squirrel in his hold, who just squeaked at this lightly- and pushed Jisung into Minho’s arms, who just arrived because he was visiting them for something.

He didn’t even wait and explain his actions -something that Minho and Jisung were both asking and whining for-, just straight up walked away and left to his room. Right until Chan got a hold of him, the kangaroo’s head peeking out through the small gap he opened his door to.

“Bae, can you please come in for a sec? I wanna discuss something about tomorrow’s recording.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, his feet immediately turning and pivoting into Chan’s room, closing the door behind himself. He sat next to his hyung, who had his famous laptop in his lap, the screen illuminating both their faces in the darkness.

“I know you have excellent english, but I wanted to go over some lines before we record them tomorrow. Especially because some of them might be a bit too high for you at first.” - Chan explained, no ill intent in his voice.

Bae nodded as he listened to his leader talk, singing sometimes in a quiet voice, carving the melody and the words into his flesh. He knew Chan only wanted the best for him, so he wanted to do his best in return. They spent their time like that, not even noticing it was past midnight already, several hours passing by as they started discussing things in great detail. They went over the already recorded parts, thinking about how to tweak them slightly, how other parts needed to be recorded in the future.

Sometimes the aussie forgot that Bae wasn’t part of 3RACHA, since the younger always let him gush about music production, understanding and curiosity glistening in Bae’s eyes.

Soon they wrapped the impromptu meeting up, wishing the other goodnight, before inevitably meeting up the next day in the recording studio.

Bae arrived there early, wanting to warm up his voice in time before the recording. He greeted all the staff members, doing a double take when he saw not only Chan, but every member of 3RACHA in the chairs. Those sneaky bastards just grinned at him and waved, causing Bae to huff and start regretting his life choices. Because he knew there would be teasing to be had, even though they were also recording for STAY. Although that never stopped them before, so why would it now?

After successfully warming up his voice and tweaking with the settings a bit, Bae was ready and signalled for the others.

Chan only commented a few times, needing a bit of correction here and there: sometimes for the rhythm, sometimes for the feel of a few lines. They were usually solved in the next take, making everything go smoothly.

Right until the boys started playing around.

You see, Bae had this habit of doing tiny dance moves while singing, the choreography singed into his body for the song already. And every single time, Chan and/or the others would comment on it, purposefully pressing the button so Bae would hear it. Giggles and comments about how cute he was would fill his ears, dusting his cheeks pink, causing the others to react stronger. It was a hellish cycle, one that continued usually only until Bae would take off the headphones and turn away from them, staring up at the ceiling in silence. This way the others and himself would slowly calm down, otherwise he would have to record his lines while Changbin was shouting pickup lines at him.

He really wanted to get out of there.

“Okay, okay, that was good. Now you only need to sing the part everyone has, and you’re done. FIghting!” - Chan announced, urging Bae to look the lines over on the paper and nod.

It only took a single take, the others on the opposite side of the glass loudly voicing their opinions, as always.

“Wooow, that was perfect, Bae! You got the emotion down to a t.” - Chan said, his voice firm over the headphones.

“Of course, Hyung’s my boyfriend, he is perfect!” - Changbin added in, proudly standing there with a silly little smile on his face.

“What?! No, you greedy pig. You want Hyunjin and him both? He’s mine!” - Jisung whined back, causing Bae to huff and go over to calm them after waving tinily at the recording camera, seeing the staff members fighting a headache already.

It was always like that with Changbin, Bae getting a handful of headaches just from being in the studio with him, helping with the songs. The little dwaekki was always loud and voiced his opinions strongly, and Bae could only silently grimace as he went to go buy some apology drinks for the equally tired and suffering staff members. And for himself. Gods, did he not like coffee and its taste, but he downed a latte or two sometimes, just to get through those recording sessions.

“What’ll make you two stop?” - he tiredly asked, a sigh leaving his form once again.

“A kiss.” - they answered in perfect sync.

“Forget I asked. Good luck, Hyung.”

“What, wait, and where’s mine?”

But Bae was already out the door, done with the boys’ shenanigans for the day.

[real-jaune-isms]

Green Haired Swordsman Meets Green-eyed Monster

*In the days following the Raid on Onigashima, Luffy and Zoro were nearly comatose from their exertion and wounds. Now, after a week, Zoro just woke up and was greeted with a sight he hadn't expected.*

Zoro: My head... damn I need some booze. Robin:I can get you some in just a minute. Zoro: Wh- Robin, the hell are you doing here? Where are the others? Robin: Luffy woke up about an hour ago and ran off, and the rest of our nakama had follow after him to make sure he didn't destroy anything in his search for food. Zoro: Heh... yeah, that sounds like him. Still doesn't answer why you stayed, though. Robin: *clears her throat and looks away* Well, someone had to make sure you weren't alone whenever you woke up, and to explain the situation so you didn't wander around in confusion. And I... drew the short straw. Zoro: Well then, I guess I appreciate the courtesy. So what situation needs explaining? Luffy beat Kaido, obviously, but what else happened? Robin: *smiles at how immediately confident Zoro is in their victory* Well, the two of you have been passed out from your wounds for a week, and in that time Momonosuke-sama revealed his presence to the country and declared himself the Shogun. I almost didn't believe what I was seeing, but it seems Shinobu-chan used her power to age him up by 20 years. Fuhuhuhu~ Zoro: Ah, so the brat reclaimed his clan's place on top. Good for him I guess, hopefully Kin'emon and the others can help him get a handle on that. The age thing sounds wild, but I did see him flying around as a full sized dragon so that tracks. Anything else? Robin: Um... yes, actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about, Zoro-kun. I suppose you mentioned it in passing before the raid but... you spent some time with Momonosuke-sama's sister, didn't you? Zoro: Hmm? Ah, yeah, I was with Hiyori for a couple days. Robin: *eyes narrowed and glowering a bit* Yes, and it must have been quite an eventful period. When she heard you were incapacitated, she insisted on coming to see you. She begged Chopper to let her help with your treatment, and more than a few times tried to nestle beside you for comfort. You two must have... bonded quite a bit... for her to be so close and caring towards you. Zoro: Yeah, you could probably say that. She let me claim Enma after that weapons bandit took Shusui, I saved her from Kid's first mate while he was running around as that serial killer, we slept together... Robin: I'm sorry, you did what?!?! With a woman you knew for less than a week?? I know I've been coy and playful in the past, but I didn't realize you'd find someone else this quickly. Zoro: The hell do you mean? We just- oh for the love of... I mean we shared a bed, and I didn't even ask for it. We were in a shack in Ringo, which was pretty damn cold, and she was helping treat a nasty stab wound I got from Kid's buddy. I was trying to get some rest to help it heal, and I guess while I slept she draped her coat over me for a blanket and then went to sleep next to me to share body heat. We had that kid with the big eyes who laughed a lot with us too, and nothing lewd happened. I mean, she offered me her body, but I wasn't interested in that. Robin: Oh... I see. I'm sorry for getting so... worked up. I guess I just... Zoro: Thought I'd gotten laid with the first girl that offered? That's the pervy cook's thing. Robin: Well she is the Oiran of the Flower Capital. Zoro: Ah, so she's a professional at seduction and I'd be in an elite crowd for getting with her. I'm not into having sex for the glory. Robin: But this is the country your family descends from! Surely it reminded you of home, and you might have felt something special in the prospect of a woman who shares your culture?? *She's growing more exasperated, and hating the words even as she says them because they're justifying why he should be with another woman* Zoro: I never cared much about my village being founded by a Wano samurai, and I'm happy with the culture I'm part of now, being a pirate. Why do you actually care so much about this? Robin: Because clearly she loves you!! Zoro: *Sigh* Robin, I know she does. And it's flattering, she's a very pretty woman, but she's just not my type.

[blu-joons]

When Another Member Shares A TMI Of Yours ~ Seventeen Reaction

S.Coups:

A chuckle came from Vernon as he read through one of the questions that came through on the live, looking across to Seungcheol.

“Am I allowed to share a TMI of someone else?” Vernon quizzed, biting down on his bottom lip to try and disguise his laughter.

“If it’s a story that relates to you then I think it’s acceptable,” Seungcheol shrugged in reply to him, with no clue as to what Vernon’s TMI was actually about.

Vernon shuffled slightly before speaking, “I was unable to sleep last night because of the noise.”

“Noise?” Seungcheol quizzed, but as he looked at Vernon, he knew exactly what the noise was. “You can’t tell the fans that.”

“Too late,” he shrugged as Seungcheol hit against his arm, “you said that it was fine if the story related to me, and with how tired I am, it definitely impacts me.”

“I’m so going you back for that.”

Jeonghan:

His brows furrowed as Chan began to sniff against Jeonghan’s side, smelling something familiar, but not quite what he expected.

“Has Y/N been letting you use her toiletries again?” Chan asked him, immediately earning himself a hit around the back of the head.

“Be quiet,” Jeonghan yelled back, shuffling his seat away from where Chan was, “why do you have to ask that now when we’re in the middle of a live?”

Chan couldn’t help but smirk back across at him, “I only just got a proper whiff of you.”

“I might’ve used Y/N’s body spray, but only because it smells nice,” Jeonghan defended, looking between Chan and the screen.

“Only because it smells nice,” Chan teased, getting hit once again. “You use more of Y/N’s toiletries than your own these days, but who can really blame you?”

“Exactly, they smell really nice.”

Joshua:

A groan came from Joshua as Seungcheol held up the blanket that he wanted to show the fans, knowing exactly what it signified.

“This is known as the Y/N blanket,” Seungcheol informed the fans as he sat back down and draped it over him and Joshua.

“That’s all that you need to share,” Joshua tried to tell him, but Seungcheol wasn’t having any of it as a loud chuckle came from him watching Joshua get flustered.

Seungcheol leaned in towards the camera, “it’s for smuggling Y/N in when she comes to shows.”

“We don’t smuggle her in,” Joshua sighed through gritted teeth, “it’s for helping her to get in without anyone spotting her.”

“Joshua uses it to keep Y/N safe,” Seungcheol concluded, not quite as subtle as Joshua was. “He drapes it over her to make people think it’s equipment or something.”

“I can’t use it anymore though.”

Jun:

A groan came from Junhui as Jeonghan sat down beside him to join his live with a portion of the leftover food that Junhui had made with him.

“Shall we tell the fans why I’ve got this with me?” Jeonghan grinned, humming in delight as he placed a mouthful into his mouth.

“You’ve done this on purpose,” Junhui sighed, reading Jeonghan like a book. “I know exactly why you came over here with that because you want to share the story.”

Jeonghan’s head shook, “you mean the story about the fact that you cooked for Y/N last night?”

“It’s not even that big of a deal,” Junhui tried his best to argue, “I don’t remember letting you guys have some anyway.”

“You refused to let any of us into the kitchen because you wanted it to be perfect,” Jeonghan noted, dropping Junhui in it, “and I have to say, you cooked a delicious meal too.”

“Well, I tried my best for Y/N.”

Hoshi:

A laugh came from Joshua as he scrolled through his phone after finally finding the video that he wanted to share during the live.

“You actually saved it,” Soonyoung gasped as he looked down to see the video on Joshua’s phone that he had been hinting about.

“I told you that I saved it,” Joshua smirked back to him, “seeing as I won the bet that means that I get to show the fans of you and Y/N dancing together, right?”

A shake of the head came from Soonyoung, “Y/N won’t want for any of the fans to see her dancing.”

“That’s your fault for losing the bet, you’ve ended up throwing Y/N under the bus by losing,” Joshua chuckled, pressing play.

“Don’t look carat,” Soonyoung called out, but he knew deep down that intrigue would get the better of every one of them as Joshua turned his phone around to show it.

“It’s too late, you’ve done it now.”

Wonwoo:

He was on high alert as soon as Junhui mentioned your name, looking quizzically across at him as he tried to figure out where he was going.

“What are you talking about?” Wonwoo whispered across to Junhui, beginning to feel as if something was being shared about you.

“I just wanted to tell the fans about Y/N the other day when she swore in front of one of our managers,” Junhui laughed, leaning back in his chair.

Wonwoo’s head shook, reaching across to try and cover Junhui’s mouth with his hand. “You don’t need to share this story with the fans, it was just a bit of a mistake.”

Junhui tried his best to push Wonwoo’s hands away, “the fans will find it funny though Wonwoo.”

“You’re not sharing it,” Wonwoo established, glaring across at Junhui as he reluctantly moved his hands away from him.

“You guys should’ve seen her face though when she realised who she was speaking to,” Junhui told the fans on the live, skipping through the details that the fans really wanted.

“You’ve already shared enough thanks.”

Woozi:

A glare was shot from Jihoon to Soonyoung as he opened up the draw of Jihoon’s desk where the laptop was set up for the two of them.

“What are you doing?” Jihoon asked, watching Soonyoung’s hand reach down and into the drawer, grabbing a piece of paper from it.

“Can I share this?” Soonyoung grinned, showing Jihoon what it was that he had found, “call it your TMI for the day to share with the fans, and maybe Y/N’s too.”

A groan came from Jihoon, but he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to argue with Soonyoung. “If it will really make you happy to share them, why don’t you go ahead?”

Soonyoung immediately showed the paper he had on the screen, “these are lyrics about Y/N.”

“They’re not just lyrics, some of them are full songs,” Jihoon corrected, much to Soonyoung’s surprise, “all fully composed.”

“Can I read some of the lyrics out whilst we’re here?” Soonyoung pushed, desperate to give the fans watching just the smallest of insights into your relationship together.

“If it’ll shut you up, then go for it.”

DK:

At the mention of your name, Seokmin looked around, glancing to Wonwoo as he walked into the kitchen, unaware of what he was doing.

“Are you staying for long?” Seokmin quizzed, trying his best to concentrate on both Wonwoo and the thousands of fans watching his life.

“Just grabbing a bite to eat,” Wonwoo smiled back across at him. “I wanted to find you anyway and ask how Y/N is after she fell earlier? Is she doing alright?”

Seokmin’s eyes widened, slowly nodding his head back across at Wonwoo. “Yeah, she’s fine, nothing that a bit of rest and some pain relief won’t fix for her, no need to worry.”

Wonwoo’s head nodded in reply, “I mean she fell with quite a thud, there must be some bruises.”

“Can I talk to you about this later?” Seokmin quizzed, subtly pointing to his laptop which Wonwoo quickly picked up on.

“You’re not doing a live, are you?” Wonwoo chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand, “I think maybe I’ll try and avoid Y/N for a little while if she finds out about this.”

“I think I’d do the exact same if I were you.”

Mingyu:

A gasp came from Mingyu as he found a photo in his phone, looking to Jihoon to decide whether he could share it as his TMI.

“Is this even really my TMI?” Mingyu asked him with a chuckle, “I think this might end up embarrassing someone else more than me.”

“It’s embarrassing for both of you,” Jihoon laughed, pressing his palms together, “but I think that you should show it anyway just to see what the fans think.”

Mingyu slowly turned his phone around to show the fans the photo of his permed hair that he had saved. “Y/N did this when we were in lockdown to see what it would look like.”

Jihoon threw his head back as hiccups of laughter came from him, “it is just so good to see.”

“I quite like it,” Mingyu admitted, “I’m surprised that Y/N did as good a job as she did, I didn’t think it would go so well.”

“Shall I let you in on a secret?” Jihoon suddenly asked him, “she was only that good because she’s had some practice, my hair might have been curled once or twice.”

“Well, we’ve got to see a photo of that.”

The8:

A smile formed on Minghao‘s face as he read through the question on his live wondering where he was during an event for the group last week.

“Can I say?” Minghao asked Seokmin beside him, smirking widely as Seokmin gave himself a moment before slowly nodding his head in reply.

“I’m not going to be allowed home tonight, but if you want to share it, go for it,” Seokmin invited him, bracing himself for what would face him when he saw you.

Minghao’s smile widened as he turned back to his broadcast, “I actually wasn’t there because I had a bit of food poisoning because something that I ate wasn’t quite right.”

A snigger came from Seokmin as he listened in, “are you going to tell them who cooked for you?”

“It was Y/N,” Minghao simply replied, knowing that he had thrown you completely under the bus, “she cooked without Seokmin.”

“You wouldn’t have got food poisoning if I’d have cooked for you,” Seokmin quickly reassure him, throwing his arm around Minghao’s shoulders, “you’d be fine.”

“That’s it, put all the blame on Y/N.”

Seungkwan:

His eyes widened as Mingyu mentioned your name, knowing that thousands were watching, Seungkwan was immediately concerned.

“She has this really funny habit,” Mingyu spoke, feeling Seungkwan’s eyes staring across at him, tentatively worrying about where he was going.

“Wait, whisper in my ear what you’re going to say before you say it aloud,” Seungkwan told him, hitting against his arm before Mingyu shared the TMI he had.

Mingyu turned in his seat to be able to face Seungkwan properly, “you mean the habit of hers of snorting when she laughs?” Mingyu teasing, saying it aloud anyway.”

A heavy hit on his bicep made him jolt as Seungkwan reacted. “I told you to whisper it to me.”

“Oops,” Mingyu giggled, looking back to the screen of his laptop, “if any of you fans are interested, I have video evidence too.”

“That’s enough,” Seungkwan stated, reaching across and taking Mingyu’s phone from him that he had placed just besides his laptop, “you’ve said a lot about Y/N already.”

“I reckon I’ve got a few more stories to share.”

Vernon:

A shake of the head came from Vernon as Minghao almost looked to him for permission to be able to share the story that he had of you.

“I can’t remember where exactly we were going, I think it was Osaka,” Minghao began, already giggling to himself as he remembered the story.

“It was Osaka,” Vernon replied, a distinguished lack of smile on his face as he too remembered the story and just how embarrassed he was when it all unfolded too.

Vernon’s blank look only made Minghao chuckle more as he continued, “we were on our plane ready to go when we realised that we were missing someone.”

Vernon’s eyes rolled as he recalled, “when we were boarding, we were sure everyone was there.”

“So the plane was just about to take off, when we realised Y/N wasn’t there,” Minghao explained, “so everything had to stop.”

“We ended up being delayed by nearly an hour,” Vernon noted as Minghao’s laughter stopped him from speaking anymore, “and it turned out that we left Y/N asleep in the terminal.”

“We were moments from flying without her.”

Dino:

His eyes widened as Seungkwan decided to share the story that he had of you, pushing Chan as soon as he tried to shush him.

“If you look really closely in one of our music videos, you’ll actually find Y/N,” he began to explain to the fans, looking at his phone in front of him.

“You don’t need to do this,” Chan giggled, trying his best to reach across and cover Seungkwan’s mouth to stop him from saying anything else, “Y/N will kill you too.”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Seungkwan in reply, “it’s Y/N’s fault for not paying attention when she visited us on set, she ended up interrupting.”

Chan’s head shook as Seungkwan carried on dropping you in it, “no one told her not to walk on.”

“If you look you can just see Y/N wandering around behind the extras,” Seungkwan sniggered, trying hard to hold back his laughter.

“It’s the director’s fault for not cutting it and not paying attention to the little details,” Chan protested, “Y/N just made a mistake, which now everyone else knows too.”

“I can’t believe none of the fans ever figured it out.”

---

Masterlist

[bf-skz]

24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 1st - Chan

pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

genre: fluff with a slight angst

synopsis: Bang Chan is an accountant at JY Publishing and as the end of the year approaches gets complitely drowned in work. His significant other is worried sick as he keeps coming home late at night.

warnings: -

words: 785

1st day of SKZMAS

December 1st

Chan lets out a tired sigh before he looks up at the clock. It’s almost midnight. He closes his eyes as he leans back in his office chair, stacks of papers filling up his desk with little to no empty space. The end of the year always goes in a rush. However, somehow their boss always finds Chan to be his victim of overtime and he can’t seem to bring himself to say no.

The office is completely empty. The only sound is the soft buzzing of his computer, the bright lamp above him and the clock ticking away mockingly. It’s so close to midnight…

Shit.

Chan’s eyes grow wide as he jumps up from his seat. It’s almost midnight, what the hell is he still doing in the office? He packs his bag in a rush, shutting it closed and running for the elevator. He presses the button in a hurry, muttering several different curses beneath his breath as he does so. He hops in the elevator as soon as he can, pushing the buttons vigorously, in hopes that it will escalate the ride down from the 11th floor. 

Oh, you are going to kill him, he thinks as he watches the numbers go down to the garage where his car is parked. He wishes it would be the first time he gets so lost and hyper focused in his job to get home late, but that would be a lie. At least today isn’t a date night… he sighs tiredly. 

He hops in the car once he is down in the garage, and he speeds through the streets. After midnight there isn’t as much traffic as there is during the day. Probably that’s the only good thing about finishing this late at night… He gets home in less than 20 minutes, compared to his usual hour-long drive and he rushes up the stairs. 

Once he is home, he quietly slips out of his shoes and coat. The corridors are dark and there is only a soft muffled sound coming from the living room. As he walks in, Berry struts up to greet him with a sleepy yawn and after picking her up, he enters the living area to find you cuddled up on the couch with a blanket. Your face is lit by the TV that quietly plays whatever late night TV show that is popular these days. Your peaceful expression paints a smile on Chan’s face.

He puts his puppy down and walks over to the light of his life to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. To that, you blink awake sleepily, cuddling closer to the blanket and Chan chuckles softly.

“Good evening, sleepy head.” he says, petting your hair gently. 

“Good evening, handsome.” you blink up at him, squinting your eyes. “What time is it? Did you just get home?”

“Ah yeah… it’s 0:30…” he explains shamefully. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how time passed this fast.” 

“Weird, for me it passed really slowly.” you say, with not much edge to your voice. It might just be your sleepy state, though.

“Were you waiting for me?” Chan asks with a small sad smile, caressing your arm that is draped over the blanket. 

“Always.” you say as you lean into his embrace. “But I figured something like this might happen.” As it did every day this week, you don't add. “I hope they gave you some days off for the holidays at least.”

“Well… they need me on the 24th.” he says sheepishly, playing with your fingers. “I won’t be long, though.” he adds, as he always does but he plans on keeping it this time.

You are quiet for a second, looking down at your hands. You swallow whatever you were about to say, and with a sigh, you intertwine your fingers with his. “Okay, Channie. We will make it work.” you say, giving him a small smile.

“Thank you, love.” he smiles at you, leaning down to kiss your lips. “How was your day? Would you like a massage?”

“Let's just go to bed, hm?” you ask, sliding a hand on the back of his neck. That seems to be the only time you have left for each other these days… “It was a long day for you and I have to get up early…”

“Yeah.” Chan hums before he carefully slides his hands under you to pick you up and carry you up to your shared bedroom. “Let’s have a little dinner date tomorrow, hm?”

“I'd like that a lot.” you say, snuggling in his chest. Despite things getting hard from time to time, you know you couldn't be happier with anyone but Chan.

to be continued...

[dokifluffs]

Sleepy Time With His Babies | Iwaizumi, Sakusa

Pairings: Iwaizumi X Reader (female), Sakusa X Reader (female) 

Genre: domestic fluffy sleepiness 

Author’s Note: Another one

Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Atsumu, Osamu // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kita, Kuroo // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Ennoshita, Akaashi // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kenma, Bokuto

gif from @rivaillerose 💛

Iwaizumi: 

He was physically crushing you

Did you care? Not at all

This was Hajime, a soon to be athletic trainer, someone who seemed intimidating with his muscles and overall beefiness

But here he was

Here was your hajime that melted anytime you called him cute or any other cutesy, mushy gushy nickname

He was a puddle in your arms and he didn’t care what he looked like - as long as no one else besides you or the dog saw

Even your guys’ dog was the same as him — an intimidating Rottweiler, muscular, growl so low that would make those that didn’t sit right with him, scurry far far away

His name was Zilla, short for Godzilla named by Hajime yet he was such a puppy whenever you were around, his tail wagging like crazy as he nuzzled his snout against your legs, whining whenever you went away for even just a few minutes, waiting by the door until you returned home from wherever

Yep, they were two peas in a pod

And as Hajime laid on you, Zilla laid beside you on the bedroom floor, the two of them fast asleep

Your legs tangled beneath the sheets on the gloomy day outside as rain trickled down from the clouds, tapping the windows and rooftops all throughout the city

You brushed your fingers through his hair, slowly scratching the base of his scalp as he snored lightly into your shoulder, his cheek squished against you, making his lips all pouty

No matter what angle you saw him in whenever he slept on you, you could never bring yourself to make the smile on your face falter

For someone who looked so beefy, you never knew they could look so soft at the same time yet here he was

Whenever you moved just the slightest bit, readjusting the blankets or pillows, he woke just the slightest, lifting his head off of you until you were ready and patted his head down against your body again

You held him closer, squishing him into your arms even if it didn’t feel like much to him 

a slight, sleepy smile spread on his lips, his face showing he was in true bliss while he slept on you

Domestic: 

The fire crackled in the fireplace behind the iron gate while you sat on the couch on the ground beside the coffee table and Zilla at your feet, fast asleep while your fingers rapidly typing away at your laptop, finding the recipe you needed so you could make some agedashi tofu, a favorite of Hajime’s  

Your little girl crawled about around the couches, staring out the windows seeing the tufts of snowflakes fall onto the snow covered ground, already a couple inches high

She was so small yet she saw so much of the world, it felt like she could fit the world and the universe in those eyes

You made sure to keep her away from the fireplace, not letting her get too close, steering her away, giving her one of her favorite toys, or to even hold her in your lap while you watched numerous videos of others making the tofu

though after about an hour or so, as the snowflakes only got bigger, she no longer had any interest for the things floating silently to the ground as she crawled down the hall, the baby gates keeping her from falling down the stairs or bumping into the taller dining room table 

“D/N?” you looked up, finding your little girl’s legs disappearing into the room where Hajime slept soundly, his snores kind of echoing louder into the hall now that the door was cracked wider 

she let out such a pure sounding giggle as her wide eyes fell upon her sleeping father as he laid flat on the futon fast asleep 

she crawled faster, her little hands making little thumping noises against the plush covers he slept under as she crawled and climbed onto his sleeping body 

until she finally did it 

she had successfully made her way to the top of his chest, laid right on him, a smile of wonder spreading over her chubby cheeks as she slowly rose and fell as Hajime breathed 

Hajime was still undisturbed as he slept, catching up on the hours of sleep he had missed, practically unbothered by the slightly extra weight added onto him by his little girl 

that was until she made her way toward her sleepy father, reaching her little hand to his chin, doing her best to grab him, though it would be quite some time before she could properly hold his face 

she continuously patted his chin until he woke 

it took a moment as his eyed adjusted to the sight of his baby girl, a chuckle escaping his chest as he smiled, his eyes drawing into lines 

“Hi, mochi,” his voice raspy from sleep as she cooed, her smile contagious, cheeks so chubby, Hajime just wanted to bite them

like mochi 

she adorable tilted her head side to side, shying away from the loving eyes of her papa as he tickled her, poking her puffy cheeks with his finger, getting her to easily fill the room with her giggles every time he did it 

“Wanna sleep with papa?” he hummed as he sleepily looked to her, a yawn escaping him as he reached his head up to peck a kiss to her face before he turned to his side, laying his little girl beside him, beneath the warm covers of his futon 

“nap time, moch,” he chuckled to himself as the two of them stared at each other before he gently blew a raspberry into her cheek 

her cheeks were just too irresistible to him 

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Sakusa: 

His footsteps sounded through the bathroom as you stood, brushing your teeth, your hair still damp from your shower, the mirrors steamy

Kiyoomi stood behind you, his figure towering through the foggy mirror

His movements faltered before he gave in, snaking his hands from behind you, around you, letting his chest melt to your back

“You smell good,” he said but subtly sounded bubbly as he buried his face into your shoulder, bending his back to a “C” shape so he could match your height

You only smiled through the mirror as he began to sway side to side slowly while you brushed your teeth, finishing

“I did just shower, Omi,” you smiled up to your curly haired husband

The two of you paused in place as you looked up to him, adoring his features as he did the same to you, something neither of you could never get over - the fact that you two had each other

“Mmhm,” he cuddled himself even closer like a kitten when you were fresh out the shower

Your skin and body was so warm, so fresh and clean and he could hold you without letting any of his fears interfering

He stood beside you, just standing awkwardly with you in the bathroom before he followed you out to the bedroom

The two of you got into bed but before you could really settle, you were suddenly pulled into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you, his body curving to match against yours

“Aren’t you cuddly tonight,” you murmured as you turned your head back to the best of your abilities turning so you could face him

“I’m tired,” he matched your volume in the darkness

“Sleepsies,” you brushed your fingers through his hair, getting a relaxing sigh from him as he hummed in agreement

“Sleepsies,” his voice barely audible

“Goodnight,” you smiled into his chest

He held you close to him, a scenario your high school self could have imagined with the Sakusa Kiyoomi

Omg was always distant, known to be quite handsome yet no one ever had a chance with him

So many others thought he would never be with him, that no one would be good enough for him but he was a great volleyball player

And now you were a Sakusa too

Domestic: 

The sun kept him warm as he laid beneath the open blinded windows as the summer rays cast down into the living room, right onto Omi as he laid on his back, his arm draped over his eyes now that he got to relax

The house had been cleaned through his monthly sanitization day

The past few days were making his skin itch but now - it was all okay

Birds chirped in the neighborhood, outside in the distance, it was a beautiful day

The house was oddly silent as he laid on the couch, his chest slowly rising and falling

But before he could fall asleep, let his energy recharge, just before he drifted off, the smallest sounding steps approached the couch and then stopped right beside him

Omi slowly lifted his arm, turning his head to take a peek at what could be happening but he had an inkling of who it could be

And he was right

He saw his little girl, her teddy in hand as she stood beside the couch, her chin just able to reach the couch cushion

Her beady eyes looked up to him, cheeks round, her lips almost in a pout as she stood looking up to him to the best that she could, the sun shining into her eyes

“What is it, pum?” He lifted his hand, blocking the sun from hurting her eyes 

His little girl was observant, kept to herself, speaking up when asked or when she didn’t like something or if something didn’t go her way

She was just like him

She blinked looking up to him before she raised her arms, her teddy in her hand waiting patently to be lifted

“You wanna nap with me?” a smile cracked onto his lips 

and all she did was nod

“Mmhm,” he complied as he sat himself up, scooping his little girl, pushing out a yawn as he laid back down as D/N made herself comfortable on top of him before cuddling close into his side in between him and the couch 

she hugged her teddy close in her arms while Sakusa laid sort of on his side, turned toward her at a slight angle 

from the perspective of anyone else if they entered the living room, they would only see Kiyoomi’s back, and only stepping closer would they see his little girl cuddled close, the two of them fast asleep together in the summer sun as it shined in through the window

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Big Vs. Little Spoon

Demon Bois + Non-Dateables Edition

This game is my newest hyper-fixation, so please bear with me. I know there are a lot of head-canons about the boys cuddling, but here’s my rendition. Boy howdy, this one’s a little long...

Warnings: Pure Fluff 

❤️ Lucifer: Because he’s the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer loves feeling bigger than you.  His pride inhibits him from being the little spoon, so he often opts for being the big spoon. Luci can’t help but admire the way his arms completely envelop you when he’s the big spoon. However, if he decides that you’ve been “a good little Main Character,” then he might acquiesce to your request, allowing you to lounge over him. Additionally, Luci prefers that the two of you cuddle in his bed, as it is rather large and extremely comfortable. Seeing you sprawled out over or curled in his comforter fills him to the brim with pride. Being able to hold you close to his chest gives him more pride than literally anything else. Being the elegant fella that he is, he will always lower himself beside you gently, careful not to disturb you. He won’t jump on the bed like some people. 

(I’m so sorry you had to read that one line of dialogue, if you can even call it that.)

💛 Mammon: A true switch on top of and underneath the sheets, Mammon is more likely to be the little spoon than his elder brother. He will never admit to you how much he enjoys feeling your arms slumped over him, but he does love it. He’ll never object to being the big spoon, though, as having his arms and legs draped over you is a HUGE ego booster. Mammon often feels little in the company of his brothers, so knowing that you feel safe and comfortable in his hold makes the guy’s heart melt. I must warn you, though, that Mammon doesn’t hesitate to leap unto your bed, effectively smothering you with his love and adoration. In the private on your room or his, because he loves showing his stuff off, he’ll entangle himself in you. Honestly, it doesn’t matter to him how you’re lying, as long as he gets to stay with you. If you satisfy his greed, and you always do, he will never leave.

(My friend thought of an adorable Mammon x MC Piggy-back ride idea, but that’s for another day, hehe)

💙 Leviathan: This poor boy isn’t used to physical touch, much less having someone in his room almost every night. His only experience comes from a Ruri-chan body pillow, and that thing does not compare to your warmth. At first, you have to be the big spoon. Although he’s embarrassed, Levi adores the feeling of your arms and legs hooked around him. He always takes the opportunity to take his hands and intertwine them with yours over his chest and waist. Now, if Levi gets jealous, then that’s a whole other story. If he notices a few too many people crowded around you or hugging you throughout the day, he’ll find his confidence and trap you into him. He’ll pull you into the bathtub with him, lay you down on his pillows, and act clingy so that nobody mistakes you for theirs. Good luck leaving the tub, ya hooligan. 

💚 Satan: Out of the two options, Satan is probably the big spoon most of the time. He likes holding you close, being able to enjoy some peace and quiet with you. He’s not so much of a ‘little/big spoon’ as he is a ‘two forks lying snuggly together in a drawer’ kind of guy. You lie next to him, your arms looped around his neck or his chest. Satan holds a book over the two of you, reading aloud softly. His free hand is snaked under your waist, his thumb gently stroking up and down your spine with each sentence he reads. On the other hand, if it’s late at night or super early in the morning, he’ll indulge in that prime spooning opportunity. He’d probably place his chin in the crook of your shoulder. He’ll probably have his hands anchored in your waist. He’ll probably - most definitely- slowly turn you around in his arms, letting his hands wander back towards your spine. Satan loves having you pressed against his heartbeat and vice versa. Your heart is the perfect sound for him to fall asleep to. 

💗 Asmodeus: This guy is a little spoon. With how much he loves himself and you, of course, he will curl himself into you. Asmo doesn’t like as much for his back to face you, so he always ends up turning around in your arms. He wants you to have constant access to his face. Whether you’re looking at him or kissing him, it doesn’t matter; Asmo wants your attention on his beautiful face. Being constantly suggestive, especially when it comes to you, he slowly weaves his legs between yours. He doesn’t hesitate when playing footsies, too. In terms of his preferences, he loves hosting you in his room. If you ever want to cuddle in your room, though, then he’ll eagerly agree. Asmo looks forward to leaving the scent of whatever fragrance he’s wearing all over your bedsheets. He wants you thinking about him 24/7 after all. 

(If anyone disagrees with this one, in particular, square up in a Denny’s parking lot.)

🧡 Beelzebub: As long as you’re eating food during cuddling, Beel could care less how you’re placed over him. He’s a big boy, so he’s often the big spoon. One of his arms will snake its way underneath you, holding you tightly around the waist. His other hand is preoccupied with a bag of chips or another tasty snack. Unlike Asmo, Beel is not nearly as handsy. He keeps you in his strong hold the entire time. When he’s done eating, he moves his hand up to your head. His digits will stroke and play with your hair. It’s so soft, and Beel can’t get enough of how relaxed it makes the both of you feel. Another position he likes, which isn’t necessarily spooning, but him lying on his back with you on top. Beel loves, loves, loves your head on his chest. The way his chin rests upon your head is so nice to him. He drapes his arms down your back, hooking his legs over yours. He keeps you in place, and you feel so safe. He is a legitimate teddy bear. 

💜 Belphegor: The Avatar of Sloth is the best cuddler, hands down. He has so many pillows and, upon request, can provide pillow forts, beds, nooks , or whatever you need. You always fall asleep within minutes. Cuddling was a bit difficult at first, as you didn’t always trust him. Actually, it was Belphie’s attempt to gain your trust that led you to be cuddle-buddies (besides your mutual pining, of course). Like some of his brothers, he doesn’t prefer one position over the other. He can be a big or little spoon. You say the word, and he’ll fall into the position with ease. He covers you with blankets, making you appear as a burrito/cocoon. He is definitely warm each and every time you snuggle in close. Belphie clings to you as a sloth clings to its branch, never letting go, even when you wake up. 

❤️ Diavolo: Another big boy, Diavolo is the - drum roll, please- big spoon. He has the broadest shoulders, biggest hands, and widest chest that’s perfect to fall into. Whenever you cuddle, he silently hopes you choose his castle. He’s always so excited to bring you over, and this guy has a massive bed. It’s literally made for a king. Since he’s a ray of sunshine, Diavolo will playfully tug you onto the mattress with him. He holds your face, caressing your cheeks. He grabs your waist, pulling you in even closer. He doesn’t let go until he absolutely has to. Sometimes, Barbatos has to come in and drag him away from you. Diavolo is completely smitten by you, and his affection only grows every time he relaxes against your back. Furthermore, cuddling with you is the perfect way to end a stressful day of dealing with the crazy demon brothers. 

💚 Barbatos: Barbatos may be a butler, but something about him screams big spoon. He loves scooping you up in his arms. The feeling of his heartbeat against your back brings him the greatest sense of comfort. When keeping you tangled up in his arms, he asks now and again if he can move in anyway, get you anything, or do anything to make you feel even more comfortable. He likes his control, but he always aims to please. Barbatos and you never stay still for long. His fingers run along your arms, sides, and shoulders continuously. He, too, likes playing with your hair. If you fall asleep before him, he places kisses on the back of your scalp, neck, and shoulders. He never goes past that, but cuddling allows him ample time to indulge in some innocent physical attention. Expect to be carried out of bed bridal style when the two of you wake up. 

🖤 Solomon: As the Devildom’s official special snowflake, you might never know what you’ll get with him. Solomon prefers feeling your back against his chest, though he will, like Lucifer, reward you by being the little spoon. He’s very calm and cool, so being the little spoon doesn’t embarrass him. He only cares about encasing you with his arms, hands wrapped around you in a big hug. He’s not as outwardly affectionate with you as another guy might be, but Solomon delivers some high-quality snuggles. You feel small and safe against him, and that’s all he could ever want. In terms of location, the two of you typically end up in your room. However, on days when the demon boys are at it again, he will coyly invite you into his dorm. He loves when your scent seeps its way into his bedsheets, but he also loves it when his gets lost in yours. Solomon is always left floored by how such simple affection can make him feel so warm and fuzzy. He doesn’t need to worry about spells with you, and you don’t need to worry about anything with him. 

🤍 Simeon: Similar to Levi, Simeon isn’t used to physical touch, but he’s not as shy. Cuddling you sounds as good as heaven, and he relishes in the feeling of your soft skin against his. Another true switch, in my humble opinion, he is content with being a big or little spoon. He’s an angel, and his greatest concern is how comfortable you are at all times. He’s inexperienced, so he will more-than-happily follow your lead. He never moves without your consent. You might have to reassure him a few times that moving is totally fine. In fact, it’s welcomed. Once he gets that through his noggin, he finally relaxes into you. From behind, Simeon grazes his hands over your stomach, loving the warmth you emit. If you’re behind him, he’ll seize the opportunity to clutch his hands in yours, loving the feeling of your head on his shoulder. He sleeps so much better with you.

[honey-milk-depresso]

The Wild and The Quiet (Floyd Leech x Kuudere Reader)

Part 1 : How You caught feelings in your fishing net.

“Koebi chan~~~!”

“...hi, Floyd..”

“Where are you going???”

“...back to Ramshackle..”

“Ehh??~ Can I come~?”

“...fine...”

It was quite funny to see the two of you interact. You and Floyd were complete polar opposites of each other, where Floyd is that wild, rambunctious and certainly loud student, you were the much calmer, shy (or seemingly emotionless-) and quiet student.

Well, you know what they say, opposites do attract.

How Floyd even got attached to you was a mystery even to yourself.

You had no idea how he even started clinging and conversing with you everyday at every hour. You didn’t try to bath in the limelight, well, accept you possessing no magic. But that certainly wouldn’t attract anybody, right? There’s nothing spectacular about that. In fact, that would have sounded lame and boring to anyone’s ears, so certainly Floyd wouldn’t be interested in something “boring”, right? Well....

Floyd at first, for the most part, scared you like any other student would be scared of Floyd. He was tall and intimidating, his attitude is very unexpected, at one point he’s smiling and another his face darkens and your met with his fist. You never know, and that’s what scared you sometimes.

But, you never showed that fear. Towards him. Towards anyone. Something in you had always made you tell yourself: “Don’t show them how vulnerable you are.”

Over time, you got used to the large, rambunctious mer-eel’s shenanigans. And over time, you secretly enjoyed his company. You just thought of it as him always treating his friends like this. Although, you would admit, you wanted your relationship with him to grow a little further.

Stepping into the Ramshackle dorm, you made way for Floyd to come in to which he sloppily went in before making himself comfortable on your couch.

You put down your bag and took out your notes and homework, before heading to the coffee table, where Floyd rested on the couch behind it to do your work. Floyd stared at you lazily as you scribbled away formulas and answers.

“...You don’t have work to do?”

“Eh~~ I can do it later.”

“...You should do it now.”

“Huh~~~? I don’t feel like it..”

You stopped writing and glance back at him, he closes his eyes as he wore a relaxed expression on his features. You hesitated a little, eyes averting away from him for a few seconds before turning away from him again.

“.......Want to do homework with me...?”

His eyes shot opened and widened. This was one of the rare moments where you offer him to do something with you. It’s usually him who forces offer you to do something with him, but it seems the tables have turned. He smiled a toothy grin before standing up and bending low where he rested his chin on your shoulders.

“Ehehehe~! Why didn’t you say so!”

Just went he placed his chin on your shoulders, you swore you shivered a little due to the skin sudden cold feeling of his skin. Of course, you showed no sign of being affected, and just shifted more to the left sub consciously.

Floyd came back with his own homework and writing materials, but rather than sitting opposite from you, he sat beside you on your right, which made both your elbows rub in contact of each other, making it even harder for you to focus on your work as your flustered emotions continued rising inside of you, harder to contain.

Floyd was simply oblivious and in his own bliss of being able to do something together with you and did his work.

A few moments of him being halfway distracted and started talking to you, to which you asked him to go back to his own paper continuously, you finished your second to last worksheet. All that’s left is the alchemy worksheet Professor Crewel has given you today, which was assigned tomorrow. Obviously do it now, who wants to be discipline by the strictest professor around.

You took it out of your file and.... it’s crumpled, almost life it was bleached, as the ink prints were faded and smudged. Words were written all over it: Loser, weirdo, bitch.. a bunch of nasty nicknames which you admitted kind of put you down. 

You should’ve known. Those Savanaclaw delinquents and their constant bullying towards you. Jack had to always chase them away for you, but he doesn’t take the same Alchemy class as you did. Those Savanclaw students did on purpose so that you would be scolded by Professor Crewel for having a toilet paper of a worksheet. Great, now you have to ask Deuce or Ace. Grim certainly can’t help.

“Hmmmm~? Is koebi chan spacing out? I though you told me to focus, now it’s my turn~!”

He tried snatching the crumpled and vandalized worksheet out of your hand, but you immediately caught it before he could even view it to his face.

Truthfully, you didn’t want him to see it as you felt like you would look stupid in front of him. When it comes to being bullied, you rather hide it than tell anyone about it. That feeling of hiding it made you turn on your instincts and told you to take it back, hoping that Floyd would just let go.

Yeah, those chances of him letting go of something unknown to him were a chances of slim to nothing.

He held on and tried pulling it out of your grip, and he proved to be much stronger than you, easily getting the worksheet.

He faced away from you as you only crouched back, a little nervous of the outcome. 

“....Who did this, y/n...?”

You gulped internally. You had never heard him in such a low, threatening tone. And it’s been quite a while since you heard him call you by your real name.

“Nothing.”

“Koebi. Tell me. Now.”

“I really don’t know.”

Floyd isn’t stupid, and you know. He knows when something’s up, and he would be very persistent in figuring out the situation. It’s his job together with Jade. So why bother denying to him?

“....”

“.....”

“Why do you care?”

Ouch. You didn’t mean to sound harsh towards him. 

Without hesitation, he immediately replied. 

“I care about you, obviously.”

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“What..”

You saw a familiar teal haired eel in his lab coat,  sleeping soundly under the shade of a tree. 

You were carrying blankets and pillowcases you collected from the Heartslabyul dorm. Trey and Riddle allowed you to used their clothes dryer to hang your blankets and stuff. Pretty neat.

You stared at the peaceful eel. He’s way more different than his wild usual self. You couldn’t help but think he looked cute. He really did. Then you took note of his lab coat. He had alchemy. And Floyd only sleeps at random places if he ever felt moody or sleepy. Maybe he had a rough day in Alchemy class?

Well I mean, who wouldn’t? Professor Crewel and his ridiculous amounts of homework with his seemingly impossible to meet deadlines. 

You quietly knelt beside Floyd and gently draped the blanket around him. Seems like he really is deep in sleep. Sitting down beside him you looked up to the sky and took a deep breath.

Lazily, you felt your eyelids feeling heavy, unconsciously falling asleep on Floyd’s arm. You didn’t mean to, but you were so tired yourself.

Little did you two know, that Azul and Jade were trying to search for Floyd, and only find you and him sleeping.

And little did you know, that Floyd used his fingers to intertwined with yours.

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“Oh..”

Cornered by the same Savanaclaw delinquents. Just great.

They’re probably here to extort your food and valuables again.

You know you said you hated looking vulnerable, but you also hated getting into trouble. So you just complied and gave them your bag.

They dumped out all your contents out of your bag, crushing and stepping on them.

In your head, you’re insulting them of how they are equivalent to an angry baby throwing a tantrum, but on the outside, you remain stoic.

Emotionless.

“Hey.”

All four of you immediately looked to the left upon hearing a dreaded voice. Floyd stood, casting a dark shadow as his eyes gleamed danger. The Savanaclaw students stopped their harassing and cower at the sight of the tall eel.

“You three were lucky I didn’t chase you down two weeks ago, after you ruined Koebi Chan’s homework. This time, I’m not holding back.”

You closed your eyes shut as you could only hear screaming from the Savanaclaw students, you went behind the door of your empty classroom until you heard only silence.

Three Savanaclaw students all passed out on the ground. Floyd gave them one last menacing look before he met your eyes with his dramatically softened ones.

He cling onto you.

“Ne~~~ Koebi Chan! You should’ve told them to stay away from you~”

“I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“Huh~~~~? But you need to toughen up a bit~”

“What are you going to do with them?”

He glanced back to the pile of students he had created.

“Ehehehehe~~~ I’m sure they’ll wake up!”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

His sudden change of his easy going attitude to a serious one slightly caught you off guard.

And then very quickly, he grinned a toothy grin.

“Koebi Chan shouldn’t let others tell you what to do!”

He took your hand in his.

“I will protect you! But make sure to protect yourself, too! Ehehehehe~~!”

Something in you told you that the warm feeling blooming in your chest, would only grow bigger.

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Want me to do part 2????

How to procrastinate 24/7

[harveywritings92]

You get drunk and lost.

You go out with some friends drinking, get plastered and somehow you've broke away from your group. after walking around the city you have moment of clarity you text you boyfriend, "Halph! me loss...!!" before he can respond you accidently put it on silent, and he freaks and nearly tears the streets upside down looking for you, only to get a call at the ass crack of dawn by random person saying they've found you...

Warnings : alcohol use, Smoking, theft and mature situations.

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Dabi: He thought it was joke at first, sure his girl likes to let loose from time to time, But she never irresponsible about it! So, when he got that text he thought you were screwing with him, He texted you [Aww what'd ya lose Doll?] you didn't text him back... He thought she just put her phone away, as time passed by soon Dabi got worried, he checked his phone; the time you'd said you be home had long passed.

He called you and kept getting the busy signal. "Tch" without missing a beat he got his hoodie, face-cover and sunglasses on and went out to the bar that you said you'd be at just in time to see your friends drunkenly stagger out of the bar giggling like a bunch of hens. "Hey." He called out to them one them... Ayaka? If that's what her name was? Dabi wasn't really paying attention when you showed him her picture.

he was to busy fantasizing you in that tight little dress bent over couch while he rails you from behind…

Anyway, back to the present. 

Aya was dazed but seemed to recognize him. "ohz! Y/n's s-shy man! how ya doing bro?" the cremator stayed close to the alley shushed the drunk woman gesturing for her to come closer. "I'm fine, where's Y/n? She still inside?" he said in low voice nodded towards the bar, Aya gave him this blank look and Dabi didn't like how loud this silence was.... "Y/n? s-she said- said she was gonna go for a walk..." Dabi eyes narrowed resisting the urge to turn this drunk putz into a pile of ashes. "Aya focus, where did Y/n say she was going?" He said slowly trying to get the drunk woman to remember, this seemed to help as her eyes widened in realization, but that hope was soon dashed as she chortled out. "Your mamma's butt! hehe..." and broke down laughing. 

Dabi growled annoyed before shoving her back over to the group drunk girls waiting for their taxi, for the rest of the night Dabi spent his time looking through every alley, back road and crappy neighborhood, he could think of, But there was no sign of you anywhere! at around 5 am He sat on bench dejected and took his phone out; looked through his contact before stopping at 'Chicken-wings' he glared at the named with a lot of confliction, But before he could press call...

His nickname for You suddenly lights up his screen Dabi answered without hesitation. "Y/n?... where the hell are you?" He hissed feeling both relieved and pissed off at the same time, however the voice that answered him wasn't girlfriend but that of a man. "Who the hell is this... where's Y/n? if you touched her I'll-" Dabi snarled flames bursting from his chin, but the person on the other end told him to calm down and explained, he lived a few blocks away from where Dabi was. 

The cremator wasted no time getting there, he knocked on the door and was greeted by an old man who looked like a breeze would knock him over, The old man confirmed Dabi was the on he called, then apologized for scaring the young man, explained he found you passed out on his patio and didn't want leave you alone outside. "I have no bloody clue how these new-fangled phones work, had to wake my 8 year old grandson to help me." he explained as he led an awkward Dabi to his living room.

"I should be one who's sorry, for the trouble my girls caused you." the raven haired man sighed seeing his girlfriend passed out on the old man's couch, The old man just waved him off. "It's fine boy, we were all young once!" Dabi thanked him again carefully collected his girlfriend and carried her back to one of his safe houses that was nearby, Needless to say aside from nursing a gnarly hangover, You also had to deal with an very Angry, horny and tired Dabi who wasn't you out his sight anytime soon.

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Hawks: [you lost? lost what? darts?] You don't answer him. [Angel wings? you there???] he didn't wait and see if you'd reply as Endeavor was giving him this look that screamed 'put that phone away, or else I'll launch it so far up you ass you're kids will born screaming your ringtone!' the avian man smiled coyly and put his phone away and waited for the meeting to be over, the meeting and late night patrol finally wrapped up at 3:30 am and Hawks walked outside recalling the conversation he had with you and checked his phone, Keigo felt his heart sink you hadn't answered him, He flew over to the bar while at the same time calling you phone, but all he got was voicemail...

When he got there he saw all your girl friends had gone home and only one of your guy friends was there, Akito if the blond remembered correctly. "Yo Akito-san." He called as he lowered down the ground, the drunk man looked around startled be for noticing Hawks above. "Sky-guy my dude! how ya doing?" he slurred at the number two hero, who stared at him crossed armed as he observed the inebriated man, very unimpressed.

"Nothing much, was Y/n okay?"  

"w-who wha?"

"Y/n, Akito did she get home alright?"

"Oh she went to the subway."

Hawks brows scrunched up in confusion, it was passed midnight the trains weren't running right now! So, where the fuck was his girlfriend?! "Akito, I want you to listen where did Y/n go?" Again the drunk said the Subway, making it very clear he wasn't gonna be any help, Hawks flew up into the sky and sent some of his feathers out to search for his missing girlfriend and focused to see if that one he snuck in to her purse was near by.... "Come Y/n, where are ya baby?" he muttered as he eyes scanned the from above, when he felt a tug from one his feathers and almost on cue his phone light up with your ringtone.

"Y/n? where are you? are you safe?!" He asked frantically and waited but the voice coming from other end wasn't his girlfriend's but older woman's voice. "Is this Kei-Chan?" the winged hero eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Who are you?" the woman voice cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, I'm Anko, I found this girl in front of the shop is her your friend?" Hawks confirmed this expecting this stranger to be a villain holding you hostage and told her to stay where she was. 

Instead when he got to his girlfriend's location; A Subway sandwich shop. *Ah...The subway, Hardee har-har...* He mentally deadpanned before looking down at the front and saw his girlfriend passed out on a bench with a tattered old blanket draped over her, while a little old lady in worn out clothes was standing next to a shopping cart. It didn't take a genius to see the old woman was homeless this seemed to strike a cord with the number 2 hero. 

Hawk silently landed "Excuse me." he called caused the old woman he assumed was Anko to jump by the sudden voice and saw Hawks walking towards. "Yes?" the woman answered warily. Hawks introduced himself as Kei-chan the man she spoke to, he asked how she stumbled on to his girlfriend? Anko adjusted her her old jacket said she saw her going into the with a group of girls, they left in a taxi without her! 

The winged hero looked furious upon hearing this, you had mentioned your friends were a little peeved that the two of you were dating... But to abandon you in a seedy part of town while intoxicated? that was over the line, had Anko not found you first then.... Hawk's jaw tightened not wanting to think about it as the old woman tale continued. You stubbled out a few moments, and passed out on the bench out front.

"I think those girl stole her jacket and shoes, I didn't want the poor dear getting cold, so I put my blanket on her and called you." She handed Keigo your purse a used his feathers to hold it while he gathered you in his arms he thanked Anko for guarding you. He promised to return the her kindness but the old woman said it was fine, but Hawks was already coming up with a few idea as he flew back to his apartment.

The next morning you were alone and confused how you got to Keigo's apartment wondered in your friend had called him, and went check your phone to check your messages, and were very bewildered over why your "Friends" were all apologizing, begging Hawks to call off his fanclub! You were flabbergasted about the situation, until Akito left you a screenshot of their original plan; they were going to make you and Akito drunkenly hook up and ruin your relationship with Keigo! 

Of course they didn't know that Akito was in fact gay, so when they figured that out they just left you alone in front of sub-shop at 3am with no way of getting back home, you were pissed off that's for sure! and blocked them save for Akito as he had nothing to do with their plan.

Then you checked the newsfeeds and saw Hawks was trending curious you checked to see why, and saw Keigo delivering a box containing a new jacket, shoes, blankets and food to a stunned homeless woman with a note saying to "my girlfriend's hero! forever grateful Hawks!" Okay... Now Keigo really needs to tell you what happened last night!

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Fatgum: [Aw it's all right Teddy Graham, ya can't win them all!] Fatgum chuckled assuming you lost at darts or pool while having fun with your friends, however as the night wore on and patrol came to an end, Taishiro was getting concerned, You hadn't texted him back nor had you called him to tell him she got home alright, just that "Halph...me loss!" text! The BMI hero was loosing his appetite with worry as he wandered down the street looking for the bar you were supposed be at, only to find out from your very drunk friends who was shuffling into in a taxi van.

He stopped one of them asking where you were, did you home with one of the girls? but to his dread they said you went for walk somewhere, Taishiro tried to coax them into remembering where you said were you going? But at this point your friend was too far gone to answer coherently, and with that the blond man took off down the street, hoping to find a trace of his lil'Teddy Graham! 

He searched for hours even showing civilians a photo of you asking if they've seen ya? the answers were always no... it was almost 3 am he was considering calling the cops to help look for ya... as he leaned against a wall to take break, when he heard your ringtone on his phone, Taishiro's hand was shaking as he answered the phone as this nasally voice greeted him

"H-hello, Sir? assuming you're a sir! uh... we found this lady passed out in one of our aisles, could you come and get her, before my manager calls the cops?"

"Wh-where is she?"

"The 7/11 at (random block)."

"Yeah, I'll be right there!"

The chubby hero ran down the street so fast he hadn't noticed his fat was burning off so when he finally arrived at the 7/11 his clothes were baggy and hanging of his body. "Hey, I'm Taishiro, you called me about my girlfriend?" The now skinny hero wheezed catching his breath as the snotty manager turned around to mouth off at Taishiro only to blanch when they realized how much taller and muscular the blond was compared to him and his demeanor quickly changed.

"Y-yes, sir right this way" the balding man stammered leading the 8ft tall man to the back room where a female staff member was watching you, Taishiro let out a sigh of relief and picked you up like a toddler; with your arms around his neck and your head rested on his shoulder, as he was leaving his yellow eyes noticed a backpack stuffed with snacks and other stuff hidden under the manager's desk, he hummed not thinking anything of it and went to thank clerk for watching you as the manager had gone out for a smoke break, Since he was there anyway Taishiro asked for a couple meatbuns for the road.

"Thanks, for lookin after m'girl."  

"It was no problem sir.'

"By the way I saw a backpack, back there, wha's that about?"

(the clerk went white, made sure her manager was still outside, assuming that she'd be too afraid to tell the tall man about his scheme.)

"That lazy bully of a manager has been stealing snacks and other crap from the store, He was going to try and say your girlfriend did it, and scare you into paying him not to call the cops."

Taishiro's hold tightened on your thigh. "I'm guessing he chickened out, because... Well you look like you could crack his head open like an egg!" the blond snorted as he payed for his food "And you'd be right about that!" Taishiro huffed, he then thanked the clerk for her honesty and shot the manager a venomous glare as passed him outside, later that night Taishiro reported what clerk had told him to store's head office, and vowed to return as Fatgum just to make sure the balding thief was gone! 

The next morning you were very confused as to how you’d gotten to your boyfriend’s apartment? you sat up only to get pulled back down an exhausted Taishiro who muttered for you to go back to sleep, he'll tell you everything later. 

[cuddlepilefics]

No, I’m not

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregivers: Stray Kids

Prompts:

#sickmas: shivers, cups of tea

#merrywhumpmas: fever, chills, denial, whining, laryngitis

No one’s POV.:

Felix woke up freezing and pulled his blanket tighter around his chilled body. Something didn’t feel right but he couldn’t yet pinpoint what. As he grew more lucid, he picked up on the blaring of his alarm and dazedly shut it of. Realizing he’d have to get up, Felix sighed and flinched. The small sound had sent a sharp pain down his throat and he dropped his head back onto the pillow, defeated. He knew he had to get up but at the same time, he just couldn’t find the energy to. Goosebumps spread down his arms when he finally rolled out of bed, the movement throwing him off balance. Weird. Why did his head feel so light?

Dressing in baggy sweatpants and an oversized hoodie to help him warm up, Felix looped a scarf around his neck and left his room. Seungmin and Jeongin were already eating breakfast, while Minho had waited for him, worried the Aussie might oversleep. “Good morning”, the older smiled, “Wasn’t sure you’d get up. Come eat so we can get going.” – “I’m not hungry”, Felix forced out, his voice scratchy and weirdly high-pitched. Talking hurt more than he had expected, so instead of grabbing something to eat, he went to prepare himself a cup of tea. Minho was quick to take over and guided his dongsaeng to the dining table, instructing: “You gotta eat, Lixxie. We have a long day ahead of us, flower, so you will need all your energy.”

The petname made Felix feel weird and he muttered awkwardly: “I’m not little, hyung.” Three pairs of confused eyes scrutinized him. “It’s okay if you are”, Minho assured, figuring the other was denying it because of their work schedule. He had secretly been little at the company building a couple of times though, so he should be fine. Why wasn’t he honest with his caregivers then? Shaking his head, Felix wanted to argue but Seungmin hummed: “Why’s your voice so high then? You sound like you’re small, bubba.” – “Just a sore throat”, the Aussie denied, realizing he wasn’t up to an argument.

He didn’t feel like they believed him but gratefully accepted the cup of tea Minho brought him. The older had almost transferred the drink into his dongsaeng’s sippy cup, had Felix not shot him a very stern look. Since they were running a little late, the Aussie managed to get out of the dorm without being forced to eat breakfast, much to Minho’s dismay. His hyung was determined to keep a very close eye on him though.

Felix kept his eyes cast to the ground as he trudged along the rest of the members, shivering despite the number of layers he had put on. “Yeah, he refused to eat breakfast and I’m pretty sure, he’s little though he denies it”, he heard Minho tell Chan. Rolling his eyes, Felix piped in: “No, I’m not.” His voice was barely loud enough for Chan to catch it and the effort hadn’t really been worth the pain. Holding back tears at the pain in his throat, Felix ducked into his scarf and muffled a weak cough.

As soon as the members had arrived at the studio, Felix settled in next to Hyunjin, hoping his friend’s warmth would ease his chills. “You probably won’t be able to record today, right?”, Chan asked softly, “Minho told me about your sore throat.” – “Don’t think so, sorry”, the younger forced out. Assuring Felix that it was fine to postpone his recording session, Chan took his seat at the mixing desk and got to work. Hyunjin felt his fellow dancer shiver and whispered: “Are you could?” Giving a pathetic nod, Felix huddled tighter, relieved when the older draped his arm around his shoulders.

They were just taking a short break, when Changbin crouched in front of Felix and hummed: “Lix, we have a bunch of coloring books in the desk drawer if you want. I bet it’s stressful to pretend to be big and work like an adult when you’re little.” – “For fucks sake, why do y’all keep treating me as though I was little?!”, Felix whined hoarsely, “No, I’m not.” – “Well, your voice his high-pitched, you’re really cuddly and whining doesn’t necessarily support your case”, Jisung listed but grew soft when he noticed the tears in the other’s eyes. “My voice is high because my throat hurts like hell”, the dancer snapped, “I stay close to Hyunjin because he’s warm while I’m freaking cold and excuse my whining but it sucks when nobody believes you!”

Felix’ voice had started to crack more towards the end and he was full on sobbing now. Whether he was crying from the pain or the frustration, he didn’t know. Gently ruffling his hair, Hyunjin shushed: “It’s okay, I believe you.” The younger looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, hesitantly leaning into his touch. “You’re burning, Lix, so I’m not surprised you’re having chills”, Hyunjin informed quietly, “Already woke up with that fever, huh?”

While 3racha discussed how to proceed, Felix closed his eyes and relaxed into Hyunjin’s affection. “Lix?”, Chan hummed, catching his dongsaeng’s attention, “You won’t be recording today and the rest of our schedule consists of dance practice, which you also have no business attention with a fever, so there’s really only one question. Once I arrange your ride, where do you want to go? Back to your dorm to try and sleep it off or to a doctor to get your throat checked. I’d vote in favor of the latter because your voice really concerns me but ultimately, it’s up to you.” Pulling out his phone, Felix typed for a moment before showing Chan the screen. He’d see a doctor about his sore throat.

“Text us as soon as you get home, okay?”, Hyunjin instructed, brows furrowed with worry as he fixed the boy’s scarf, “And let us know if you need anything.” Felix nodded, wiping his eyes on his sleeve before being pulled into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, I didn’t believe you”, Minho whispered before releasing his dongsaeng from his embrace, “Try to sleep when you get home.” Stuffing a handful of cough drops into Felix’ pocket, Jisung gave him a crooked smile. He needed no words, the Aussie could see the apology in his eyes.

Felix had known that he had a long wait ahead of him but he couldn’t have predicted just how draining sitting in a waiting room could be. Now, he was finally on his way home though, texting their group chat to let them know that he had laryngitis and would be on vocal rest for the next couple of days to restore his voice. He had deliberately texted them before he got home because he could already feel his consciousness get foggy and doubted he’d be able to resist sleep long enough to text them once he arrived and sure enough, no sooner then he had crawled into bed did his eyes close.

Chan was growing worried when he hadn’t heard anything from Felix for the rest of the day after his initial text but it did make sense when they arrived at the boy’s dorm for dinner after finally completing their schedule. Since everyone was concerned for their friend, they didn’t head to their separate dorms but wanted to spend the evening together. When Chan went to check on Felix, the younger dazedly awoke from his afternoon nap, eyes shiny with fever. He was about to speak but the leader handed him his phone, reminding: “No talking for now. How’re you feeling?”

While Felix typed, Chan felt his forehead and realized that he was still hot to the touch. “Think you could handle some soup for dinner? I think you should take something for that fever but not on an empty stomach”, the leader mused. “Throat’s on fire, would love medicine for the pain and fever, the chills suck, not sure I can eat’, the screen showed when Felix handed the phone back to Chan. Nodding in acknowledgement, the oldest smiled: “Do you want to come to the living room? We can get you settled on the couch with a bunch of blankets. I know you don’t like being alone when you’re feeling poorly.” Felix nodded and allowed his hyung to remove his blanket but mouthed: “Dizzy.”

With Chan’s support, Felix slowly shuffled to the living room and weakly collapsed onto the couch, smiling when Jeongin came over to hug him. “Let me get you some soup”, Seungmin smiled, ruffling his friend’s already disheveled hair in passing. He joined Minho in the kitchen, the older preparing dinner for the rest of them. Glancing over at the vocalist, Minho hummed: “How is he?” – “Looks properly sick now but we didn’t talk, obviously”, Seungmin shrugged, filling a bowl with soup. He grabbed a spoon before making his way back to the living room. Felix sat on the couch, a fluffy blanket draped around his shoulders, with Hyunjin and Jisung sitting on either side of him. Despite the blanket and scarf he was wearing, the Aussie still shivered, so Seungmin handed the bowl to Hyunjin, afraid it’d get spilled.

Hyunjin held the bowl while Felix ate, not wanting any of them to get burned if the younger’s shaky grip slipped. It was a slow process though with Felix wincing after every bite as he fought back tears at the pain in his throat every time he swallowed. Jisung comfortingly rubbed the Aussie’s back through the blanket, heard aching at his twin’s struggle. Soon, Minho served the rest of the group their dinner, while Chan brought Felix’ medicine and a glass of water to rinse it down with. The younger only took a few tiny sips though, his throat too raw to put himself through the pain of drinking anymore.

When they were all done eating, Changbin and Jeongin cleaned up the dishes, while the other members retrieved more pillows and blankets to get ready for a movie. Since Felix had slept all afternoon, he doubted he’d be able to go to bed any time soon and would gladly take any distraction from the pain. He had curled up with his head on Hyunjin’s lap and Minho spread a second blanket over his shivering body to quell the chills, cooing at how small his dongsaeng looked curled up like that. Worried the boy would struggle to stay hydrated with such a painful sore throat, Chan made sure to supply his fellow Aussie with cups of tea and added generous amounts of honey to each of them to soothe the pain a little.

Seungmin dimmed the lights and waited for Felix to choose a movie. Hyunjin stroked Felix’ hair at a slow pace, knowing how much the boy depended on physical affection, especially when he wasn’t feeling well. Now, he looked comfy though. Amidst his group, Felix felt safe and no matter how much pain he might be in, he knew this too would pass and the members would all be there for him, making his struggle more bearable.

[skzoologist]

I got another idea for a fic :]]

So one of the members (you choose who) are struggling. It could be they aren't feeling so good about themselves, or they are struggling with a dance move or anything that's just making them feel down they obvi try to hide that cuz they don't want the others to worry but Bae notices the small change in their behavior and comforts them :]]

(hope you don't mind me coming here randomly with fic ideas😅)

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word count: ~1.7-1.8k

warnings: negative thinking, self-deprecative thoughts

genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: Hey-ho 🐿️ anon, hope you don't mind that I wrote this request of yours now, and not the other two you sent in earlier than this. I just think we all need a hug, so I wrote this one instead. Love your ideas, as always, and I hope you enjoy reading this!

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Bae woke up with a strange feeling in his chest. It gnawed away at his flesh and ribs, desperate to get out and do something. Albeit what, he did not know.

But it was concerning.

It had nothing to do with himself, Bae was sure about it. He felt well-rested -as rested as you could get with their schedules-, his body was in a fine condition. Even his unruly hair was in an acceptable condition in the morning, something that was rare. It just confused him.

If it wasn’t about his own condition, then what was his body warning him about, endlessly ringing that alarm bell in his head?

With furrowed eyebrows, he got ready for the day, fully clothed in some loose clothing, the one he always wore to dance practice. He wanted to go over some older choreos, lest his body forget them, something that would be unacceptable. 

No one else was up when Bae sneaked out of his room, an unsurprising fact. 

Much like his dear leader, he was a workaholic, leaving himself with the bare minimum of sleep in exchange for more work. Which was why he was usually the first one to check on Chan if he wasn’t in his bed -or god forbid, the couch in the dorm’s living room-, finding the man in his studio with dark circles and a hunched back, fatigue clinging to him desperately. It would lead to the younger patiently waiting there in silence, just until his hyung’s eyes finally closed. Even with Chan’s well-built form, Bae didn’t have a lot of problems moving him over to the couch, leaving only after a blanket was draped over the exhausted man.

But that day Chan was in his bed, thankfully, allowing Bae to go straight to their usual practice room, where he could let the music take over and move his body to its own whims, only for the others to find him still dancing, hours later. Sweat dripped from him in translucent rivers, long locks of hair sticking uncomfortably to heated skin. His chest heaved up and down, the lack of air only registering in his mind then.

Danceracha didn’t hesitate to start berating him, talking his ear off about resting more while his water bottle was pushed into his hands roughly. He let them talk without saying anything, hungrily drinking the clear liquid from the bottle in his grasp.

Bae’d already done this dance of theirs hundreds of times, the others always finding him working and practising with little to no rest in that same room, nearly every morning. He’d learned that letting them scold him was the best route to take, the one where their worries for him took on the smallest possible form.

“Hyung, you really gotta rest more, that’s also part of a healthy lifestyle!” - Felix angrily told him, nose slightly scrunched up in frustration. “Felix, you know that he doesn’t listen, just let it go.” - Minho replied in Bae’s stead, who just stood there silently. “But then what should we do?!” “Take away his access to the room.” “Minho hyung, I could kiss you.” “Please don’t.”

The two chased after each other, Felix offended at the disgusted face Minho made at his comment. There was a playfulness in all of it, slightly easing that gnawing sensation in Bae’s chest.

Yet, the moment he looked over at the only other silent person in the room, it strengthened, making his brows slightly furrow and lips dip down.

Hyunjin looked different. Not in his appearance, no, there was nothing wrong or off about that. Those long, dark strands were pulled back in that oh so familiar hairstyle, his usual clothes loose on his skin. No, it was the way his lips were in a small, permanent downwards arch, eyes duller than usual, as if the moon was blocking out the sun’s radiant shine.

It didn’t sit well with Bae.

In a blink it was gone, a smile in its place as Hyunjin waved at the taller member, playfully looking at him with a questioning hum. It felt as if it was all a hallucination, the unavoidable consequences of his own relentless dancing. The more he looked, the more he convinced himself of that.

Hyunjin seemed fine.

Soon the four of them started dancing, working on their new choreography. It went much like it usually did, everyone throwing in their ideas for certain parts and beats in the music, the others voicing their opinion about it. Minho called the final shots, being the one with the most knowledge in the area. None of them had any problems with it, it only felt natural.

Once they had it mostly done, it was time to rehearse a different choreography for their future tour, making small adjustments here and there. Their dynamic was impeccable, everyone stayed in their own bubble and performed the moves perfectly.

And yet, yet Bae couldn’t help but frequently glance at Hyunjin through the floor-to-ceiling mirror that stood unshakeable in front of them. It took him several repeats of the song, but he caught more and more small things that were off in the way Hyunjin moved and behaved. A small tremble of an arm, a misplaced foot by only a few inches, that same downturned smile appearing for the split of a second.

Nobody else seemed to have noticed, based on their lack of reaction, only Bae.

The moment Minho announced that they were done and the two youngest collapsed onto the floor, Bae didn’t hesitate to throw a look at the older’s way. At his slight head tilt and concerned eyes, Bae subtly pointed at Hyunjin and the door, making sure the other two weren’t looking. Understanding flashed through those dark eyes, a slight nod letting the otter know about it.

“Huh? Bae hyung and Jinnie hyung, aren’t you two coming?” - Felix asked, confused as he was gently being ushered out by Minho. “No, we’ll go later. See you, Lixie, Lino hyung.” - Bae answered in a lighthearted tone, hoping it would ease the younger’s concerns and maybe even erase them.

The aussie only mumbled an ‘Oh, okay’ and animatedly waved, leaving the room with only one of his hyungs. It left just the two artists there, alone, one still laying on the ground, the other sitting down next to him quietly.

It was silent.

Bae didn’t need to say anything, he knew Hyunjin realised he’d failed to hide something from him. So, he patiently waited there, until the boy would open up to him at his own pace. Only a phone was in Bae’s hands, the chat with Hyunjin’s manager open.

It didn’t matter what Hyunjin had scheduled for the rest of the day, Bae would take on the consequences for cancelling and rescheduling them. Knowing this fully well, the manager didn’t argue at all and just did as he was asked. Not wanting to keep him out of the loop, Bae sent a quick text to Chan as well, knowing how the man could get when it came to his members and their wellbeing.

“Hyung, am I not good enough?” - Hyunjin’s voice was quiet, heartbreakingly so.

Bae instantly locked and pocketed his phone, his attention solely on his younger member and the way his voice trembled. Gently, the older took the hand that laid closer to him and grasped it, caressing the skin with his thumb. Not a sound escaped him, knowing fully well that it wasn’t the end of what Hyunjin wanted to say.

“It’s just, am I worthless? Is my dancing not good or precise enough? Is my voice too nasally and bad? Am I ugly? Is all my work really not enough? All I keep seeing online are people saying how I’m not dancing as well as I used to, how I should’ve gotten less lines and let someone else, like Seungminnie, sing more, and just how I used to look better like this and that, or how others look better than me. Should I even be here, in this group? Do I even deserve it at this point?”

By the end, Hyunjin’s voice completely broke, just like the dam that held his tears back. The crystal droplets endlessly fell from his eyes, running over the expanse of pale skin and carving a way for themselves down to the floor. Quiet sounds escaped his throat and through his fingers, a hand placed there, although useless in muffling any voice. The other hand that was held moved away from its place, its new assignment to hide those sorrowful depths and block out anyone from witnessing them, from letting the heartbroken boy acknowledge the fact that someone was seeing his broken and curled up form.

As gently as he could, Bae scooted over and took the trembling boy in his hold, letting him weep into his clothes and skin. A hand was carding through those dark locks soothingly in an unheard rhythm, the other holding onto as many pieces as it could, mending them together. A low hum left his throat, one that made Hyunjin move into the crook of his neck, hiding from the world and his gaze.

“You’re more than enough, Jinnie. You are beautiful and handsome, pulling off looks others couldn’t even dare to think about. Your voice is soft, taking anyone who listens to it into a cosy headspace, as if they were bundled up in front of the fireplace amidst the harsh weather of winter. The dance style you have is unique, your moves captivating and flowing together perfectly. You’re talented and hardworking, someone who undeniably earned their place in this band and industry. Besides, we all love you too much to ever let you go, you’re stuck with us for a lifetime.” - Bae’s voice was low and quiet, as if the winds themselves learned how to whisper for Hyunjin’s sake.

The sobbing decreased with every sentence that left the older’s lips, only quiet sniffing left behind in their wake. A few trembles remained, but the boy was relaxed in the other’s arms, comfortably laying there, sheltered from the grim world.

“I love you. I’ll tell you again and again, no matter how many times I need to.” - the words felt immovable, firmly settling onto Hyunjin’s form, along with the small kiss that Bae left on the crown of his head.

They sat there for a while, none of them knowing, nor caring how much time had passed. Both were content in their position, lazily drinking in the other’s presence as only soft humming could be heard in the peaceful silence.

Everything would be fine.

[sailorhyunjinz]

What do you think first kiss with skz be like?

aAWH SOME FLUFF T-T OK BUT KEEP IN MIND- fluff is not my strongest pursuit hence why im not a fluff writer hahsah but HEY ITS CUTE!! and anon,,, im so sorry this took such time IM SO SO SORRY AAAAAAAAH- 

also this makes me wanna know my anons first kiss story, AAAH SPILL THEM 

warnings; none?? fluff,,, wow,, rare to say that LMAO- also gn!reader and also suggestiveee??

Bangchan

~gentleman~

will only kiss you if you are REALLY ready for it and if the two of you are dating

doesnt want to rush you into things (even if its just a kiss) because he doesnt know how comfortable you are and such

basically a sweetheart

i imagine its like a cute little date

 night where you guys are stargazing, lying on a blanket on a grassy hill with his arm as a pillow for your head

“chan, look! its a shooting star! make a wish” you giggle to which he smiles, looking at your pretty features that are lit up by the moonlight

“hmm,,, dear star, i wish that y/n would kiss me” he says, laughing directly after but soon being interupted as you attach your plushy lips against his

its probably the most romantic event in your life

him smiling into the kiss as your tongues danced around softly

when you pulled away you laughed, saying; “wishes do really come true, huh?”

poor baby is blushing, his ears red but thankfully for him its too dark for you to see

Minho

the “evil roommate that secretly has feelings for you”

“lee minho i swear im gonna rip your hair off if you touch my plants again”

minho got out of his room, looking at you standing in the living room and rearranging the plants on the windowsill 

“they are all scattered, it’s ugly” he says rudely

“dont call my children ugly” you spit back at him 

there was always a weird tension between you and minho. you were glad to have found a roommate that made a good friend eventhough he was a pain in the ass sometimes

minho liked you,,, and therefore he did everything the opposite of what he felt. if he wanted to compliment you on your outfit he would instead say that you looked “overdressed” or “too much” but you always rolled your eyes towards his snarky comments

you pecked your plants, giving them the love they needed and minho just stood frozen in the doorway, without thinking he spoke

“how come you never do that to me?”

silence

you sneered, placing down the plant you held and streched out your arms

“c’mere if you dare” you said jokingly, not expecting the boy you always thought was so devilish to run into your arms, lips touching and your eyes widening at the unexpected action

the two of you held each other, breathing shaky as wet tongues collided, the sun beaming upon your figures

“m-minho,,, it was a joke!” you laughed, slapping his arm playfully as you pulled away

“but to me it wasn’t” he remarked cockily, licking the inside of his cheek

Changbin

very much giving me like “we dont like each other but we have to work with each other”

like you two are co-workers, working in a boring office and you were assigned to put together this one report and,,, lets say Changbin wasnt your favorite in the office

there was nothing wrong with him,,, its just his vibe that was off putting but sigh,,, work is work

you started compiling information, sitting in a seperate room and drawing graphs on the whiteboard, projecting some other type of research onto the board

“do you think we will need to stay late?” he asks, ruffling his hair in frustration

you sigh and nod, this wasnt going to get done anytime soon.

dawn set on horizon and the others workers packed up their belonging one by one and left until there was only you and changbin left in the now quiet office

you sat next to him, yawning as you typed something as you felt him looking at you

you looked back with a questionable expression, confused when he uttered his words

“do you hate me, y/n?”

“i mean,,, you are a dick sometimes but i dont hate you, at least you do your work”

he shrugged his shoulders, loosening his necktie as he leaned back into the office chair

“a dick, huh? maybe i try to push you away so you wont catch the same feelings i have for you”

you snapped your head towards him. you couldnt lie, he was attractive and at this point you were desperate 

“kiss me then” you said simply causing the boy to immediately cup your cheeks, latching onto your lips as if he’d waited for this moment for forever

more tongue, wants you to feel him ;))

lets just say,,, he made it up to you

Hyunjin

i get this like,,, youthful vibe,,, like the two of you were childhood friends

and,,, eventually you catch feelings for him which you hate because,,, you dont want to ruin this friendship 

every time somebody mistook you for a couple the both of you would make retching noises, mocking each other

“you think my standards are that low?” hyunjin says pointing at you to which you raise your fist

“hwang hyunjin, you’re dead meat”

but,,, he was only in denial, it was his childhood friend afterall

probably happened at one of those night where your mom was working late and you invited hyunjin to keep you company, him bringing kkami as well. 

“dont fucking burn the pizza, hyunjin” you say, petting kkami until the little rascal ran away from your lap

“if you helped it wouldnt be burned” he replies as he comes out with two plates with the pizza burned on the edges

“but if they taste bad you can always taste my lips” he jokes and you look at him with a disgusted facial expression before laughing

“i bet they taste even worse then your mess of a pizza, i would like to see you try to even get me to peck you” you scoff and hyunjin rolls his eyes, sitting next to you on the sofa

“try it then” he taunts but is taken aback when you actually kiss him, your nose accidentally brushing against his as you purse your lips, hyunjin timidly using his tongue to test the waters

he wanted it so bad and he finally got it >:(( he could swear that he heard fireworks going off in his brain

a moment of silence appeared until hyunjin cockily uttered:

“so,,, did they taste better?”

Jisung

the “i met you at a party and made out with you drunk”

he stared at you the entire night, catching glances while you looked away and the music blared in the nightclub that was packed with people.

you ordered a drink at the bar, tapping your fingers on the oak surface where you rested your arms, suddenly somebody bumped into you

turning around you saw jisung and you sighed, thinking his behaviour was starting to get annoying

“oh its you again” you said loud for him to hear as he sat down next to you, having a annoying smirk plastered on his lips

“looks like you are having fun, let me guess,,, you’re trying to get over your ex” jisung says, leaning his elbow against the bar and you glared at him because it was true

you scoffed, avoiding his question and instead sipping on the sour drink you had in your hands, trying to forget everything

he was attractive which only pissed you off even more, as if you hadnt had enough pretentious assholes in your life

the glass slammed against the table as you put it down harshly, gazing into the boys dark brown eyes

“alright, deal. make me forget then since you think you know everything about me” you stated to which jisung raised his eyebrow

the palm of his hand was firmly placed on the bar as he leaned in to kiss you, feeling the bitter liquour hitting his tastebuds as your tongues crashed against each other

it felt,,, freeing. you swung your arms around his neck, wanting him closer to your body

by the way he was kissing you, you could tell that he was there for the same reason as you. a sloppy and heated kiss to fill your thoughts with something other than your ex

safe to say that the kiss progressed ;))))

Felix

aaah cutie boyfriend that is just too shy to even give you a kiss like 3 months into the relationship (OK DONT ATTACK ME NOW, TAKE YOUR TIME, NO RUSH YOU GUYS)

he is shy with pretty much everything, it was only recently he could hold your hand without his heart jumping out of his chest.

it was a simple date night! takeout and games at his place

you layed your head in his lap as you watched him finish up the game that you had given up on a long time ago

he shifted awkwardly in his seat, not used to being so close to such a pretty person before

“ah- fuck! i lost again,,,” he says in defeat, his head rolling backwards before a frustrated sigh escaped his lips

“you did well felix! look how far you got!” you say, pointing towards the score on the screen but not getting his attention. 

you sat up, looking at him for a moment as his eyelashes lightly draped over his closed eyes, cheeks speckled with freckles

you couldnt help yourself, he looked so angelic despite being defeated and so you leaned in, lacing your fingers with his and softly placing your lips against his

he opened his eyes in panic before being swallowed by the fluffy feeling of having your lips to himself, he giggled before stroking your cheek as he tilted his head, almost setting a rhythm to the sweet kiss

felix started laughing shyly, cheeks tinged with red as he hid his face with a pillow

“but you won my kiss!” you said through a smile causing felix to blush even more

Seungmin

its like,,, maybe,,, your third or fourth date??

this one is more chill than the previous ones that were at like some fancy restaurang because hello dandy puppy boy wants class

but this one was like a stroll down the night streets and eating ice cream in the middle of the summer

both of you were casually dressed, holding hands as butterflies bubbled in your stomach from the contact

his hand is all warm and it engulfs yours >:(

you look at all the pretty sights of the night, eventually climbing up to some like high point and looking down at all the lights that blinked

after a good 1 1/2 hours of walking your legs were starting to ache and so you both sat down on the swings of a desolate playground, swinging gently with your legs dangling

“i dont understand how you’re able to,,, even be friends with me,,, or whatever we are,,”

seungmin hummed, looking up into the night sky

“i promise y/n, i will be your,,, friend but,,,”

you looked at him as he said “but”, imagining the worst 

“i dont wanna be friends, i wanna be more than a friend to you”

his eyes twinkled as he stood up and stood infront of you, grabbing your hand

you slowly looked up at him, his figure standing in the way of the moon as the two of you shared a long gaze, his eyes as sweet as honey, dripping with pure adoration

you pulled him closer by the hand and slowly he inched to your lips, the distance between you minimizing as his face tilted to the right, a delicate and sugary kiss landing on your tastebuds from the ice cream from earlier.

your heart skipped a beat, the slightest sound of lips smacking

“i think i love you y/n” he whispered close to your lips after pulling away. 

Jeongin

like,,, uni buddies! 

both being med students meant late study night, usually in school 

there’s papers and diagrams laid out all over the tables and floors along with a bunch of energy drink cans, some scribbles on the whiteboard 

the two of you were friends and met in uni and everyone had always nagged at you for not going after him since he was everything someone ever wanted

you always said that you were friends and that you couldnt imagine being in a relationship with jeongin

but studying with him alone into the deep night felt different, many times you couldnt concentrate when he looked so cute sitting right beside you

being close friends, there was nothing weird about hugging or leaning against each other and so you leaned against his shoulder and yawned as the cozy boy was rewriting some notes. 

“one hour left y/n and then- then we can go hoooome!”

you giggled as you looked at him and he diverted his attention from his papers to you, his lips only mere inches from yours

you didnt know what the fuck you were doing and neither did jeongin, it was late and the both of you were tired from studying for finals

and so your lips drew closer until they clashed, feeling a tension that you’ve never felt with him before

he’s definitely a shy,,, kisser?? not too much tongue since he doesnt know how LMAO so its like soft >:((

didnt know what to do when he pulled away, looking around the room or covering his blushing face with his hands but when you hug him he hugs you back

maybe even coming to terms that he does have feeling for you,,, and so do you~ 

[sunnyville36]

First star I see tonight

Requested from anon

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Themes/warnings: **allusions to trouble sleeping, insomnia**, late night/early morning dates, Chan being a soft and tender boy™️, so much fluff like a LOT of fluffiness

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: This is not meant to be used as a model of behavior to support all those who have trouble sleeping or sleep disorders. Reader in this scenario knows what Chan's character deals with, knows he has treatment and support systems available if/when he needs or wants them, and behaves the way they do at the request of his character

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There’s something special about that time of night, where one day turns into another.  You read somewhere once that people like you found comfort in it because it was the one time where everyone else was asleep, where you were free from the demands of others.  The part of the day you had control over.  And you suppose that theory was right in your case.

So you never have a problem waiting up for Chan.  You know he loses himself in his work; comes home sometimes too restless to fall asleep right away.  While you care deeply about him getting the proper rest, you never want to make him feel pressured by you.  So the two of you venture out, him in his hoodie and you in your woolen cardigan, usually to walk the paths along the Han river.

That’s exactly where you are tonight, following the path lit up by the light of the lamp posts.  When it’s this late (or should you say early) you never feel rushed, meandering arm in arm slowly down the sidewalk, taking in the city and each other’s presence.  His busy schedule means you don’t get a ton of time together, so you appreciate every moment you do, whether it’s listening to him gush about his latest project or simply holding hands in peaceful silence.

You come upon a fork in the path, and the grassy spot between the two diverging trails is covered in tiny bunches of white and yellow flowers.  Some might call them weeds, but you’ve always thought they were a sign of nature’s beauty, especially now, when the light from the lamp post is giving them a delicate glow.  Your companion follows your gaze, catching sight of the little buds, and plucks a couple from the ground, holding them out to you.  “Just like you,” he says, dramatically bringing the other hand to his heart, eyes glinting with mirth, “the light in my darkest of nights.”

“Channn,” you fake whine, blushing at his cheesiness and hiding your head in his shoulder.  He takes the opportunity to put the little flowers behind your ear, placing a kiss on your temple and whispering a simple “Thank you for being with me.”

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It’s 1 AM and you’re heading over to Chan, planning to surprise him with some homemade food at the JYP building where he’s been holed up all day.  Making your way past the front desk and up to his studio, you knock lightly on the door, his head turning to see you raise your loosely packed bag of food.

“Up for a late-night snack?”

Down in the courtyard, you set out what you brought on one of the round patio tables, Chan sliding into the chair next to you with a blanket draped around him.

“Jjapaguri?!” he exclaims, eyes lighting up at the sight of your huge container of noodles.

“And mochi for dessert,” you answer, incapable of stopping the smile that takes over your face from his little fist shakes of excitement.

He scarfs up the noodles like you knew he would, raving about how good you’ve gotten at making them.  You tell him about the class you’ve been working on all day, about how you’re excited for the date the two of you have been planning for the weekend.  When it’s time for dessert, you each take your little mochi and hold them up, bringing them together to “toast” like you would champagne glasses.  In his other hand, Chan records your tradition on his phone like he always does, saving the short looping video before taking a huge bite into his ice cream.

His mouth is still full when you whisper, “You know what Bin would say about this?”  And after a moment of silence for him to swallow…

“You’ll get a stomach ulcer!” you declare in unison, both cackling at your rather poor impressions of Stray Kids’ resident wisdom-giver.

“I’d say these are worth it,” he says, extending the blanket to wrap around you as well.

You smile back, scooching closer to rest your head on his shoulder.  “I would too.”

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It’s especially late for Chan to be out, but the boys have the next few days off, so you’re not too worried.  A few minutes later, you hear the sound of the door opening and his voice calling your name.

“In here!” you reply, and wait for your boyfriend to find you in the living room.

He comes around the corner of the hallway, and you’re immediately struck by how nice he looks, his loose white button up giving his skin a pretty glow.

“What’s the special occasion?” you ask.

“Oh nothing,” he replies nonchalantly.  “Come on, I want to show you something.”

He leads you out into the hallway and to the elevator, punching in the button for the top floor of the dorm.  You keep quiet, not wanting to ruin whatever surprise it is he has in store for you.  At the top level, he takes you to another tiny staircase that you assume leads to the roof, his hands coming up behind you to cover your eyes as you reach the door at the top.

“Okay, no peeking!”

He guides you out the door into the warm night air and across the roof a little before removing his hands with a “Surprise!”

You open your eyes to see a tiny two-person table adorned with candles and a thin-stemmed vase with flowers.  Two plates of food and a bottle of wine are set out, and soft music is playing from somewhere in the background.

“Chris…” you breathe out, almost lost for words.

“I got special permission to bring you up here,” he says, arms snaking around your waist.  “So we could have a real late-night date.”

This is the most extravagant, thoughtful, and romantic gesture anyone has ever done for you.  “It’s beautiful,” you manage to whisper as he walks you to the table, pulling your chair out for you.

“After you, my love.”

The two of you spend the next few hours on your special date, catching up on everything you’ve been doing and enjoying the serene quiet of the city at this hour.  The food is delicious, and you can’t bring yourself to take your eyes off your boyfriend for any longer than a few seconds, absolutely wonderstruck by how lucky you are to be with him.

You’re preparing to head back downstairs when Chan moves his chair closer to you, holding out his phone.  “I have a little something for you, Y/n.”  He places the phone in your hands and taps the screen, your heart beating in anticipation.

What appears is a video, a montage of photos and videos of the two of you from all of your early morning adventures over the last year.  The images are set to a soft instrumental, one that sounds very similar to one he played for you the other night that you mentioned was one of your favorites.  And overlaid with the music is Chan’s melodic voice, quietly reciting...

Star light, star bright

First star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have this wish I wish tonight

Some of the pictures you recognize; the obligatory thumbs up selfie you’d taken with the similarly-formed sculpture in Olympic Park just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, the mochi “toast” from your impromptu meal a few weeks ago.  But many are ones you’ve never seen before; ones of you.  One of you looking out at the sunrise from a grassy spot you stargazed in one night; one of you walking along the river, your form framed against the backdrop of the city lights.  You never noticed him taking these photos of you, and there’s something so intimate about having your partner catch glimpses of you no one else has seen, capturing you as a living memory.

As the video comes to a close, you hear Chan’s voice whisper one last line.

You are my wish forever Y/n

Near tears, you wrap him in the tightest embrace you possibly can, his arms circling around you to reciprocate.  You’re overwhelmed by the emotion of what it feels like to love a man like him and be loved in return, so you let him hold you for a long while, cherishing every second.  When you finally pull back, you take his face in your hands, wanting to make sure he hears what you’re about to say.

“Thank you, Chris.  You are my forever wish.”

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Is there really a thumb sculpture in Seoul's Olympic Park? Yes!

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