#but hi hello stream stray kids

[melathan]

han jisung x camgirl! reader drabble

word count — 1.9k

warnings — NSFW, 18+. needy! jisung, soft dom! reader. mentioned pornography, masturbation + mutual masturbation, praise, toy usage, use of nicknames (babygirl, good boy), light teasing

editor note — first work posted! hope you guys enjoy^^

It’s hard being a talented and hardworking idol year-round, especially when there’s little time to blow off steam. Of course, perhaps his management allowed his group to go out a couple of nights of the year, and let the idols live freely. But for Han Jisung, meeting new people… wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

Well, obviously, he wanted to meet new people. He tried to find friends outside of Stray Kids, he tried to find acquaintances he can fuck around with–

He wanted somebody’s sexual attention.

Sure, rumors went around that his group sometimes mingled sexually. Sure, it may be true. But Jisung wanted to find somebody who would fulfill his erotic fantasies, his strange kinks, his insatiable libido. Especially when out of the 365 days, only a select few would be free to let him do so.

But, of course, his one problem: He can’t socialize with strangers. Talking to his fans was one thing– he just had to say hello, hear them gush about him, say thank you, and wave goodbye. Simple.

Meeting strangers at bars and clubs… what do you mean he had to flirt with somebody who wasn’t a friend?? Twenty-one questions? What’s that? More like twenty-one regrets for following his friends to the loud, crowded club.

Once again, he was curled up in his room as the other members separated and went out on their off night. Once again, he was berating himself for not being sociable. 

…Once again, he was humping that same damned pillow.

A breathy curse left his lips, his fingers curling into the sheets as he bucked his hips again. His trusty pillow never failed to satisfy him– but as he continued a pit grew in his stomach. He wanted more. He didn’t just want to be satisfied; he wanted to be pleasured, to be thrown over the edge, to be braindead…

Jisung let out a whine, collapsing on his pillow. A frustrated huff left his lips as he pulled out his phone, opening the PornHub link once again… no, he didn’t feel proud about this. He felt like a sleazy creep who got off watching girls and guys fuck for the camera.

(Sure, he didn’t feel proud, but he certainly didn’t feel guilty.)

Ah. The normal stepcest content. He grumbled, feeling his cock twitch against the pillow. He just found roleplaying erotic and exciting. Realistically, you can film anything, slap down the word ‘roleplay’ and you wouldn’t be questioned in the pornography realm. But to say the least, it worked, so he watched it.

He tapped on the video, setting his head back on the other pillow and situating himself, gripping the base of his cock. It was dark in his room, so the blinding light and loud music of the upcoming ad made him flinch away, squinting his eyes.

Scowling, he tapped furiously on the loading skip button. Another one of those porn Facetime sites. 

Do they even work? Could you just sign up, get on call, and masturbate with a hot girl?

He paused, staring at the seizure-inducing ad.

…

It wouldn’t hurt to try, honestly.

His anxiety spiked, but he forced it down. No, he wasn’t going to have small talk. No, he didn’t have to show his face… just his cock. And no, the other girl wouldn’t skip him if he stuttered immensely.

Right?

He sat up in his bed, crossing his legs as he tapped on the ad itself. The normal button to download an app was shown– if he was normal, he would’ve clicked off. 

But he didn’t feel like jerking off onto his pillow to some video posted five years ago. His friends were gone and the dorm was empty– he might as well take the chance.

✶ ✶ ✶

“–Babygirl, right? You should totally show me your–”

Skipped.

You sighed, throwing your head back. Another horny teenager. Couldn’t you get somebody somewhat normal?

It was your off day of streaming, simply anonymous on this mutual masturbation app. You counted three teenagers, four people who recognized you, and a troll (although you could admit the guy made you laugh).

The blank screen was loading, finding somebody else for you. Your wand laid between your legs, and you cursed. 

Maybe I should give it up–

The screen loaded and you perked up… only to see a ceiling fan. You frowned.

“Hello?”

A small noise came from the other side of the call and the camera shifted. “Uh… hi.”

Great, another teenager?

“If you’re under twenty I am clicking off–”

“Wait!” The camera jolted and a face came into view, his eyes wide with panic.

You sucked in a breath. He was gorgeous.

Soon realizing what he did he yelped and dropped the phone, showing his fan again. “Ah, fuck-!” “What?” You demanded. “No no, show me your face pretty boy.”

He choked. “Pretty boy-?”

“Yes? Or are you camera shy?” You sat back, almost grinning in amusement. While he was too scared to even show his forehead, you had your camera positioned so he could see everything. Crossing your legs, you leaned back even more, relaxed.

The guy whined. Whined. “I, uh… wouldn’t you rather see my d-dick?” “Oh, so you’re direct,” You purred, resting your chin on the back of your hand. “Alright. Do what makes you comfortable.”

There’s a pause on his end, and he lifts his phone to reposition it. The ending scene… oh.

His cock was as pretty as his face. Long, curled, resting on his doughy tummy. The pink mushroom tip glistened in his blue LED room lights, a show of his excitement. His small hand gripped the chubby base, his hand twitching.

“Baby,” You exhaled. “Are you a pornstar?”

The guy choked, his grip tightening. “I– huh? N-no, I’m not!”

You scoffed. “You should be. You’re immaculate.”

“Oh…” Another whine. “Really?”

“Yes! Oh, baby, can you stroke it?” You grab your wand, turning on the lowest setting. The hum of the toy was picked up by the guy, as heard by his bated breath. 

“Ok…”

You made sure not to blink as he slowly moved his hand up and down, the veins bulging at the movements. He let out another shuddered breath, his thighs tensing.

“I’ve never… touched myself in front of somebody–” He murmured, his last word hitching. “L-let alone a stranger…”

“So you’re new… alright.” You nodded, grazing your wand on your cunt. You let out a content sigh, brushing it on the lips.

He gulped– it was obvious that his attention was on you, not on his cock. To tease him, you pressed it right on your clit, letting out a soft moan. You could’ve sworn you saw a drop of precum roll down his shaft.

“I’m your first, then,” You grin, the idea making you strangely pleased. “That’s adorable.”

He squeaked. “Really?”

You nodded, increasing the level on the wand. As you tensed up and moaned, he tensed and stuttered his hand on his cock.

“Baby,” You said after a second. “I feel like you're holding back. Relax~”

“Relax,” He huffed, sitting up. “Ok– ok. Um…”

You saw the tension leave his thighs and arms, his body sinking further into the mattress. Grinning, you spread your cunt out further, the slick making it glisten in the low light. 

He let out a low groan. “Are you… going to cum?”

“Not yet, baby. But soon.” I nod, spreading my legs further as I increase the intensity. Just watching him– a nervous, adorable stranger– touch himself, made me strangely sensitive.

New turn-on, I guess.

You decide to turn it up yet another level, arching your back and letting out a sultry whine. “Oh~”

“Fuck…” You heard him curse. “Do– do it again. Do that again.”

You wanted to tease him– but with how your lower stomach was tightening, you would only frustrate yourself. Instead, you laid back, tapping your toy on your clit and making yourself twitch and moan.

You heard the sheets rustle on his end as well, and his camera jerked. His phone fell but showed you something that almost made you cum on the spot.

You were able to see his face again, his eyes and nose scrunched up, framed by curly locks of silky brown hair. He was hunched over but it didn’t hide his small waist; it accentuated the curve from his chest to his hip. His honey-toned thighs twitched and shook as he gripped his cock, slick noises echoing in both of your rooms as he jerked off.

“You’re into that?” You moan out; you couldn’t help yourself. “Into my noises? My moans? What if I beg for you, huh?”

He let out a breathless wail, throwing his head back. “Oh god, please–”

He’s the beggar, shit.

“Praise?” You murmured, your soft tone barely heard over his wet cock and your buzzing toy. “Are you a good boy?”

His eyes widened comically, immediately flitting over to you. His movements momentarily stuttered, the pretty tip almost a deep purple.

Gotcha.

“Good boy…” You moaned out, your toy now on the highest setting as you rubbed it frantically on your clit. “You’re such a good boy, such a good boy…”

“Yes-!” He whimpered, his hand almost sliding off his cock with the sheer amount of precum. “Oh fuck, I am~!”

You gripped the toy with both hands, your legs closing over it. “You’re gonna cum? Can you cum for me baby? Cum for me, babygirl–”

The nickname set him off immediately. He let out a loud wail, his hands jerking back as he came. Thick ropes of seed spurted out of the swollen tip, collecting on his tightened stomach. He gripped the sheets under him, his cock twitching as he screwed his eyes shut. “Oh…!”

You came yourself a few seconds after, slick gathering around your hole and dripping into your sheets. You let out a small, humored moan, smiling. “Fuck, baby…”

Coming down from his high, he realized how his phone was situated, allowing you to see his face. But he couldn’t bring himself to fix it, not when he was watching you scoop your cum and slick and lick it off your fingers… his softening cock twitched.

God, he was getting hard again. 

You giggled, giving him a lazy grin as you noticed his slack expression. “You like that? Watching me eat my own cum?”

He let out a strangled gasp. “Fuck, I…”

“I like you,” You declared, reaching for the towel and shoving it under you. “You’re willing to stick around?”

Are you kidding? He almost wanted to yell. This was probably the best orgasm he’s had in his life. Letting you skip was almost like letting somebody tease him with dessert and then handing it to somebody completely different. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

“I– yes,” He choked out, picking up his phone. “What’s your username?”

Slightly taken aback by his sudden directness, you tilted your head. “Oh? Baby, you’re greedy.”

He clenched his jaw. “I want to see you again.”

Maybe he can call you tomorrow. Maybe the following weeks. Maybe you can roleplay with him, satiate his kinks, satisfy his drive. Maybe he can meet you in person and actually fuck you—

Giggling, you buried yourself further into your pillows. “Hm… tempting. Well, baby, you are cute. It would be stupid for me to give you up.”

You spread your legs again, picking up your toy. “But I’ll give it to you later, m'kay? I’m not quite ready to let you sign off just yet…”

08.19.2024

[tommykinardkink]

Tommy manhandling Buck all over his apartment (casually picking him up because he can, wrestling him to pin him to the bed, Buck curling into Tommy and reaching for him and just needing to feel held, Tommy pressing him against counters and walls to kiss him until he's all weak and pleading)

Okay. So.

The first time it happens, Buck can't help letting out this surprised little squeak. Tommy's strong, he knows that. But Buck's a big guy, he's used to doing the manhandling.

So maybe Tommy stayed over the night before and now Buck is in the kitchen, peering into the fridge as he talks about what to have for breakfast. He's in a pair of sweatpants that sit low on his hips and his chest and feet are bare. And as tempting as that sight is, Tommy's eyes keep straying to Buck's ridiculous bed head and the way the sunshine streaming in from the windows catches in his curls.

Tommy can't help it. He needs to touch.

He goes round the kitchen counter and gently shuts the fridge. Buck's about to grumble—because, hello, hungry—but Tommy cuts him off with a kiss.

Alright, so maybe breakfast can wait.

And things are starting to get heated. Tommy uses his weight to press Buck back against the fridge and his hands have threaded themselves into Buck's hair. The contrast between the cold of the fridge and Tommy's big, warm body makes Buck shiver, and he wraps his arms around Tommy even more tightly, pressing right up close against him.

Tommy's hands begin to wander. They slip lower and lower until they're cupping Buck's ass, and he uses the grip to grind their hardening cocks together. It's a dizzying feeling and Tommy doesn't think before lifting Buck into his arms and carrying him the short distance to the kitchen counter.

"Shit," Buck squeaks, arms tightening around Tommy even further, and not letting go even after Tommy's set him down.

Oops.

"Was that okay?" Tommy asks breathlessly, pulling back as much as he can to check his expression. Buck's wrapped around him like an octopus, eyes wide and lips—pink and glistening and Tommy's thisclose to kissing him again—parted.

It takes Buck a few seconds to answer because... like. Wow. His brain needs a little time to reboot because this is a first that Buck hadn't ever anticipated. Because he's the one who sweeps the girl off her feet. He's the one who has to be mindful of his strength. He's the protector.

It's not the first time that Tommy's turned his world upside down. Buck hopes it won't be the last. He licks his lips as he meets Tommy's gaze.

"Do it again."

Tommy's smile is brighter than the early morning sunshine. It's impossible not to mirror the expression as Buck closes the distance between them again, tasting the joy on Tommy's lips as he kisses him.

It isn't long before Tommy's tugging Buck off the counter and shepherding him back towards the bedroom. He takes every opportunity to push Buck up against the walls and furniture, using his weight to keep him pinned while he luxuriates in the hungry little sounds Buck makes every time he does it. They make it up to the bedroom—each on their own two feet, those stairs are a goddamn death trap and they've both been to too many calls where some lothario has dropped his date on their head—and Buck is grinning, running his palms up and down Tommy's arms, squeezing.

And okay, fine, maybe Tommy's showing off a little bit, but so what? He hasn't missed the dazed, slightly awed, look Buck gets every time Tommy manoeuvres him just how he wants him. So as soon as the bed presses against the back of Buck's knees, Tommy pushes him down onto the mattress. He watches as Buck peers up at him from beneath his lashes, spreading his thighs to make room for Tommy between them.

This fucking kid is going to be the death of him. And what a way to go. So Tommy crawls up over Buck's sprawled out body and takes hold of his wrists, pinning them above his head.

Buck's buzzing, giggling as he gazes up at Tommy. He tests the strength of Tommy's grip and can't help but just marvel at how easily the other man holds him down. He knows that he can free himself if he wanted to, knows that it won't even be a fight because as soon as he says the word, Tommy will let go.

And for the first time, maybe since Abby, Buck feels... safe.

But he's distracted from the fluttering in his chest when Tommy begins to grind down against him, rutting against Buck through their sweatpants. He gasps, eyelashes fluttering, as pleasure flashes through him. It's instinct to pull against Tommy's grip, to try pulling him closer, but Tommy doesn't budge.

Fuck.

So he does the only thing he can. He wraps his legs around Tommy and arches his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Tommy grunts above him, warm breath ghosting over Buck's already overheated skin as he picks up the pace, working them closer and closer to orgasm.

It's hot and sticky and kinda gross, and Tommy wouldn't trade it for anything. Tommy peppers kisses up the column of Buck's neck and along his jaw, loving how responsive he is, how he whines and bares his throat for him.

"Come for me, Evan. Come for me now."

He feels Buck shuddering against him, hears his panting breath, and he's so close that it's a kind of agony. But he wants to bear witness to this, to the beautiful way Buck comes undone.

Buck's eyes flutter open after a long moment, and he feels boneless and blissed out. He gazes up at Tommy, at the... fondness in his expression that never fails to make Buck's heart skip a beat. And then he realises—

"You didn't come?"

Tommy smiles ruefully, finally loosening his hold on Buck's wrists to brush an errant curl off Buck's forehead. "I was a little too busy watching you," he admits.

A blush creeps across Buck's face and he ducks his head. He isn't sure what to say to that, can't name the feelings blossoming inside his chest. He opens his mouth to protest because, seriously, he can't be the only one to get off. But Tommy hushes him and presses a kiss to his brow.

"Just let me hold you a little while, yeah?"

He can still feel Tommy's erection pressing into him and uncertainty nags at him. Is Tommy really okay with this? Tommy doesn't give Buck the chance to argue. He rolls over onto his side before pulling Buck along with him, arranging his limbs until he and Tommy are slotted together.

They fit perfectly.

It isn't long before sleep begins to tug at him. He snuggles deeper into Tommy's embrace, tucking his face into the crook of his shoulder and breathing him in.

He has this big, strong, gentle man in his arms, and maybe... maybe it's his turn to be taken care of.

[sunnyrisee]

Message In A Bottle — Bang Chan

pairing : idol! bang chan x fem! reader

genre : angst with fluff ending, childhood friends to lovers.

summary : you've been loving chan for as long as you can remember, but sadly, he was clueless. you bottled up all your feelings into notes, each folded into different shapes, hoping that one day you could give this bottle of emotions to him.

word count : 3,605

author's note : this is my first time writing on tumblr. also, inspired by fyp on tiktok (i honestly forgot the username). lastly, i apologize if there are any mistakes.

You loved him from the very beginning.

You've been there for him since childhood, watching him grow from a nobody into someone cherished by millions.

Years passed, and your bond with Chan only grew stronger. You were his best friend, his confidante, the one who always believed in him, even when no one else did. You were the one who gently rubbed circles on his back when the sad days overwhelmed him, dropping everything just to see Chan again and bring a smile to his face.

He only let you wrap your arms around him, only you play with his hair, only you caress his cheeks and wipe away his tears. You were his safe haven, his source of comfort in the storm.

It's always like that.

The day Stray Kids debuted was the happiest day of his life. And yours too, because you knew how much it meant to him. You stood in the crowd, tears streaming down your face, as you watched him light up the stage.

As the group gained popularity and recognition, that's when the distance between the two of you started to widen. It wasn't his fault; you understood the demands of his career.

Shouldn't you be happy for his success? Shouldn't you be proud of him? He had waited for this day to come, years of training and sacrifices finally paying off.

Thankfully, he still visits your apartment sometimes, though not as often as before. Back then, you used to talk about everything under the sun with him. Now, it's just a brief hello followed by a bitter goodbye that stings your heart.

As night fell, you found yourself flipping through your old photo album. There were pictures of little Chan and you, captured in moments of pure happiness, building sandcastles, watching sunsets, and running around together, laughing without a care in the world.

You look at your phone and see a message from Chan. You hate the way he can make your heart flutter and a warm feeling spread across your cheeks.

Somehow, a twinge of jealousy crept in. There were countless stunning idols who could easily catch his eye. You scrutinized yourself in the mirror, painfully aware of your differences.

You were just you, not like them—plain, ordinary, and feeling hopelessly inadequate.

But you tried to think positively, reminding yourself to wait for your turn. Chan had always told you to trust your heart and be patient. However, why did you feel such a tightness in your chest, as if tears were threatening to spill?

You sit there clutching your shirt, feeling the intense moment pierce your heart open. You don't know her, but all you can see is her slowly taking your place. It feels like you're watching your own nightmare unfold. God, she's more beautiful than you.

You try not to think of it, but each passing moment makes it harder to ignore. The way they laugh together, and the way Chan gently tucks her hair behind her ear, hurts you more than ever before. It's the same thing he used to do when you were studying hard for exams, a gesture that once brought you comfort and now only brings pain.

Once again, you try to hold back your tears that threaten to spill. You hide it quite well, but little did you know, Felix observed the way you shifted and how you looked away from the scene. He's the only one who knows about your feelings for Chan. He wants to approach you, but you slowly get up, ready to leave before anyone notices your teary eyes.

You hate seeing yourself this vulnerable. No, you've never felt this weak before.

You take your bag and pull out a bottle filled with paper folded into cute shapes. Each one contains messages you've been writing for Chan for all these years. It's your secret way of expressing yourself when words fail you, something Chan has never known about. You took out a small piece of paper and wrote one more message before you left. As you penned the words, you finally let your tears fall freely. You could only hear your painful sobs as you folded the paper into a heart shape.

'For My Channie'

You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch slightly. Turning around, you saw the freckled boy with a big smile on his face.

"I made brownies, you know?" Felix grinned. "Thanks to your help that day, I finally didn't burn the kitchen down again."

His warm smile always melted your heart. Felix felt like a little brother to you. Whenever Chan wasn't around, he would check on you, asking if you had eaten or if you were okay. As soon as he saw the tear stains on your cheeks, he understood how much pain you were in. He had never seen you like this before.

"T-Thanks, Lix." You choked out, wiping away your tears. Felix then told you to wait as he quickly packed some of the brownies just for you.

"Here." He said gently, handing you a small package. His caring eyes met yours, offering a small glimmer of comfort in your moment of sorrow. You bowed to him gratefully and whispered a small thank you.

"Felix, could you give this bottle to Chan when he's alone?" You asked, handing him the bottle filled with paper folded into various shapes, each containing a message inside. He was confused at first, but then he nodded understandingly. Giving you a thumbs up, you quietly slipped away, hoping your message would reach Chan and convey everything your heart couldn't say aloud.

You looked at them for one last time, hoping that Chan would notice your absence. But he didn't seem to realize, continuing to talk and laugh with her. He looked so happy, so clearly in love. You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the ache of everything weighing heavily on you. You slowly shut your eyes, trying not to care about what was happening.

As you arrived home, you burst into your bedroom, collapsing onto your bed. The floodgates opened, and you cried uncontrollably, your sobs echoing through the empty room. The pain and loneliness consumed you, each tear a testament to the heartache you had been holding back for so long. Your chest heaved with every breath, the weight of your unspoken feelings pressing down on you. It felt like your heart was breaking all over again, and the tears seemed endless, soaking your pillow as you cried yourself into exhaustion.

"He doesn't care. He never did. Why would you fall for him, Y/n?" You whispered to yourself through your tears. "You should know better... He's an idol now."

You continued to cry as you gathered all the things that reminded you of him and put them into a box. You weren't going to throw them away; you just needed to put them out of sight so you could try to move on.

"Why did I let myself fall for you? And even make you my home... A home I can never get into... Despite knowing every corner of it's well..." You murmured softly, your voice cracking with emotion as you reflected on the depth of your feelings.

As the day went on, you focused on your job as a doctor, dedicating yourself wholeheartedly to helping others, much like Felix. Despite your busy shift, thoughts of Chan lingered in your mind. During breaks, you checked your messages, hoping for a notification from him, but there was nothing.

Why couldn't you just forget about him?

When you finally returned home, a message from him awaited you. He asked about your day and more, and you found yourself staring at the screen, unsure of how to react. Frozen in place, you felt a wave of mixed emotions wash over you, leaving you at a loss for what to do next.

Isn't this what you wanted? Why do you feel so afraid now, when it's finally happening? The conflicting emotions swirl within you, uncertainty clouding your heart despite longing for this moment.

A month without your calls, messages, and silly pick-up lines. Chan hated to admit that he missed your presence. He tried to reach out, asking how you were, if you had eaten, or if he could come to your apartment. However, every time he asked, you always had plenty of excuses.

It's like you're avoiding him.

"Hyung, after Y/n left the party that night, she gave me this. She said it's for you. I don't know, hyung, but when she left... I could tell she was holding back her tears." Felix handed Chan the bottle, and Chan took it, his brow furrowing in confusion. He turned it over in his hands, trying to understand its significance.

You're sad? Why didn't you tell him? What could have possibly made you this upset?

The bottle was from the time you were both still in high school. You both went to a park on a sunny afternoon, exploring a quaint antique truck that had caught your eye. Among them was a small, intricately designed bottle that had caught Y/n's attention. Chan had secretly bought it for you, knowing how much you admired it.

Now, clutching the same bottle in his hands, Chan wondered why Y/n had entrusted it to Felix. His mind raced with questions.

Felix observed Chan closely, hoping that he would finally realize your true feelings. Chan, however, seemed completely clueless.

Chan worked tirelessly until night fell, consumed with stress over the new song. His mind raced with thoughts, unable to focus. As he trailed off, lost in his thoughts, he noticed a little note peeking out from between the folded papers inside the bottle. He noticed that the bottle wasn't just filled with paper shapes.

He picked up one that was shaped like a star and carefully unfolded it.

"Today is Chan's first audition. I hope Chan gets it. He's been working hard for it."

A smile slowly spread across Chan's face as he read the note. His eyes softened with warmth, and a hint of nostalgia flickered in them. He took another paper shape, and carefully unfolded it.

"They finally get a first win! I'm so proud of them!"

He stifled a laugh as he remembered how the kids had cried when they were announced as the winners.

"Channie wants to buy a present for his parents. I'm going to save some money to help him :)"

The note revealed your thoughtful plan to assist Chan with buying a gift for his parents. He soon recalled his savings, surprised to realize that you had helped him accumulate them. That's when he took out all the notes and read through each one carefully. He noticed how the words became more emotional.

"Someday, I want to know not only the colors of you eyes but also the colors of your dreams."

"I told my family and friends to support Chan and all the StrayKids members. They need more recognition!"

"Happiness is when I am excited to meet you and you're excited to meet me too."

"It's your first time on stage, I can't believe how far you've come."

"Your eyes are the warmest place in the world even when I'm looking at them under the coldest rain."

"I hope my Channie is surrounded by people who care and love him. He deserves so much love."

"Don't you ever forget, your authenticity, the real you is more beautiful than all the well-received, striking, scenic facades in this world combined."

"You look tired these days. I hope you get much rest. Don't be such a workaholic, dumbass!"

"How's Korea? You look happier there. Glad to see you with that big smile. Well, I'm still studying here :D"

"When I'm by your side, it's like all of my fears, worries and anxieties melt away thanks to your warm presence."

"No one knows how to ignite the fire in my heart the way you do."

"Channie, I finally became a doctor. I kept my promise, and you are the first person I told :]"

"I'm so in love with you, Chan. In an instant, I knew what I felt. In a brief moment, I knew exactly that you were the one."

Chan read every single one of your notes, tears streaming down his face as he realized how clueless he had been all these years about your feelings. His smile faded as he remembered everything you had done for him—the way you dropped everything just to be there for him, always making time to listen to his thoughts and talk about seemingly unimportant things.

After all this time, you always there for him. His mind slowly repeating all the memories he have with you.

He thought of her long hair, cascading down her back like a silken waterfall. He could almost feel its softness, the way it slipped through his fingers. He remembered her soft smile, the one that could light up even his darkest days, a smile so pure and genuine that it made his heart swell with love.

Her beautiful features danced in his mind's eye, the curve of her lips, the sparkle in her eyes, the way she looked at him as if he were her whole world. He missed the sound of her laughter, the warmth of her embrace, the way she would nuzzle into his chest and sigh contentedly.

How could he have been so clueless?

There was one last paper shaped like a heart. As Chan examined it, he realized that the last paper was a bit messy. He softly opened it, his hands trembling slightly.

"And you know what? The reason why I kept holding on was, I always thought that perhaps, you were waiting for me, too..."

That was the last message. His tears, already streaming down, turned into uncontrollable sobs. How could he have been so oblivious? He cried out loud, unable to believe how foolish he had been. Chan clutched the heart-shaped paper to his chest, memories flooding his mind. The weight of his realization bore down on him, crushing his heart with the knowledge of what could have been.

Now, he couldn't think of anyone else he wanted to spend his life with. It has always been you.

A memory flashed in his mind of how deeply you cared for him, the only one who truly understood him, and the one who had always been there for him through thick and thin.

Felix stood in the doorway, watching Chan break down, his own heart aching for both of you. He had always known about your feelings, had seen the way you looked at Chan, the way you lit up whenever he was around. Now, seeing Chan's reaction, he hoped his friend would finally understand the depth of your love.

He quietly stepped in, placing a comforting hand on Chan's shoulder as he looked up at the younger boy.

"It's been a month, hyung. Do you know that she watched you, in pain, getting close to that girl?" He murmured softly. He described how tears welled up in your eyes as you witnessed Chan caress the girl's hair. Chan's expression crumbled as he absorbed Felix's words, the weight of your unspoken pain settling heavily on his heart. He hadn't realized how much his actions had hurt you until now, and the regret gnawed at him.

"Yah! Are you trying to age yourself prematurely? Stop working so hard, it's showing!"

He stood up abruptly, determination replacing the sorrow on his face. He had to find you, to tell you that he finally understood, that he felt the same way. He couldn't let you slip away, not after everything. Chan grabbed his coat and headed to the door, leaving Felix standing silently. He couldn't shake the image of your tear-filled eyes and the pain he had caused you.

As he was on his way, traffic came to a standstill, and he cursed under his breath. Why was the world moving so slowly for him now? Was this some kind of punishment?

"I've been exhausted lately, pulling night shifts. The chilly nights only seem to make it worse."

As he drove to the hospital, memories of you filled his mind. He recalled the times you had mentioned how hard you worked, often taking night shifts at the hospital. He could feel the cold breeze seeping through, making him shiver. He cursed himself for telling you that you would survive and everything was fine.

He swore that even he might catch a cold from the frigid breeze.

With each breath turning to mist in the cold air, Chan hurried into the hospital. He sprinted through the corridors, regret pushing him forward, and discovered you in the break room, exhausted after a long shift.

"It would mean a lot if you knew that while you're caught up in your own world, you know I'm working just as hard."

It all became clear to him. All those times you talked about your work—the stress you faced, the small victories you cherished, and how you always tried to keep things positive despite your tiredness.

He watched from outside the door, and for the first time in his life, he was captivated by your beauty. Your hair, casually pulled into a ponytail, draped over your shoulders in flowing waves, emphasizing your effortless allure. The calming rhythm of your breath and the tranquil elegance of your sleeping pose created a breathtaking vision that left him awestruck.

"Apologies for not messaging you. Whenever I get exhausted, I crash in the break room."

The moment you opened your eyes, Chan's concerned face came into view, his expression a silent plea for forgiveness.

"Chris? W-What are you doing here?" You asked, trying to mask the hurt and confusion in your voice.

Chris—the government nickname you never use. Just hearing it made his heart ache, a painful reminder of the distance and misunderstandings between you.

Is this what you've been feeling all along?

He was lost in his own thoughts for several minutes before he managed to find an answer. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you. He felt an overwhelming urge to hold you close, to kiss you, but the words caught in his throat.

"I'm an idiot, Y/n. I only focused on my own life and goals while y-you were there watching and supporting me. I didn't see what was right in front of me all along. I didn't see how important you were until now. I'm sorry it t-took me this amount of time to truly understand your feelings..." Chan explained, his voice trembling.

"The truth, Y/n, is that I love you. It took me a long time to unravel the depths of my own heart. You're the missing piece that completes and brings together my scattered, disordered, and messy life... Baby, I'm gonna feel bad for myself if I never had a chance of knowing you in this, o-or any other lifetime. At the end of a challenging day, I just want to come home to your peaceful presence, rest my head on your stomach, and share all the day's burdens with you." He spoke, his voice breaking with emotion.

Tears filled your eyes as you looked at him, the sincerity and desperation in his voice breaking down the walls you had built around your heart.

"And, Y/n. Yes, I've been w-waiting for you too, love." Chan said, his voice trembling, as tears cascaded down his cheeks. He stepped forward, pulling you into his arms.

You held him close as he cried on your shoulder, his sobs shaking his entire body. You whispered comforting words, gently rubbing his back, trying to soothe his anguish. His tears soaked through your shirt, but you didn't mind.

"Shh, it's okay, Chan. I'm here." You murmured softly. His grip on you tightened, as if he feared you might disappear if he let go.

"I'm so sorry, b-baby. I should have seen how much you were hurting. I love you so much, love. Please, forgive me..." He choked out between sobs, his voice filled with regret and pain. You shushed him gently, your fingers running through his hair.

"I love you too, Channie. I will always love you. A thousand year from now, I will still love you like I did a thousand years before." You comforted him, and he sought your warmth, clinging to you tightly.

Chan looked closely into your eyes, cupping your cheek and gently drawing your lips to his. He slowly pressed his lips to yours, in a kiss that spoke of deep passion, tender affection, and a softness that made your heart flutter. Time seemed to stand still, every second stretching into an eternity as you both lost yourselves in the moment.

You both gently pulled away as your eyes meeting in a moment of shared understanding. A smile blossomed on your lips, reflecting the warmth.

"The search is over. Amongst the loneliness of the universe, I've finally found you."

[channiesunshinx]

𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒹 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

Pairing: Bang Chan x GN!reader Genre: Fantasy, romance, hurt/comfort, Idol!Chan x Fan!Reader Warning: Mention of Insomnia, stress and emotional vulnerability

Recently I have gotten a problem with falling asleep. I have tried many methods but it didn't work. I ended up going to the doctor seeking medical help, he said that i am probably stressed out but still give me sleeping pills to improve my sleeping condition. That night, i was having trouble falling asleep again, i took the sleeping pills that the doctor prescribed me while playing songs in the background. I was slowly drifting off to sleep and somehow I was in this room and there was a guy standing in front of me, I walked towards his direction and patted him on his back.

"Hello? Who are you and do you know where we are?"

The guy turns around in confusion and I recognise him immediately. Bang Chan from Stray Kids

"Oh hey! I am Chan! Or you can call me Chris!" Chan smiles brightly "I have no idea where we are too... i think i fell asleep after taking some sleeping pills and then i somehow appear here too"

"My name is Y/N and i also took some sleeping pills my doctor prescribed me and somehow ended up in this place"

"You have insomnia too?" Chan asked politely

"Yea... the doctor said I was too stressed out..." I chuckle weakly

"Ah~ I am guessing that you still haven't finished your studies?"

"I am currently in my first year of university... it's not as stressful as college but i guess i didn't rest properly during college years so it causes problems afterwards..."

"Oh... i umm-" Chan looks like he was trying to stay something but was debating should he say it or not. so i interrupted him

"You are an idol right? Bang Chan from Stray Kids."

He chuckles weakly "Yea... I guessed I was so famous that some girl I met in my dream knew me too..."

"Don't worry! I am not those crazy saesangs that are trying to bother you! We are not even in the same country!" I quickly shake my head defensively, trying to prove innocence.

"Ah~ I see. You don't mind if I ask you more about yourself?"

"It's just a dream and it wouldn't hurt talking in a dream right? It's not like he will stalk me" i thought

"Of course not! what do you want to know since i know a bit about you already..."

"Where do you live?"

"I live in Australia. Are you still in Korea right now?"

We talked for hours and hours until one of us woke up, it's probably me because I was still talking to Chan when suddenly a ray of sunlight peek through the curtain, waking me up. I blink repeatedly for several times, trying to adjust to the surroundings and the lighting.

The sunlight streaming through the curtains was warm on my face, pulling me back to reality. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. The dream still lingered vividly in my mind, almost as if it weren't a dream at all. I reached for my phone on the bedside table, the clock reading 6:43 a.m. Too early, yet I felt wide awake.

I couldn't shake the feeling that my conversation with Chan had been… real. It didn't have the usual fuzzy edges of a dream. Every word, every expression, even the warmth in his voice had felt genuine.

“Just a coincidence," I muttered to myself, brushing off the lingering unease. “Dreams are weird like that.”

Still, curiosity gnawed at me. I opened Spotify and played some Stray Kids songs while getting ready for the day. Hearing his voice brought back flashes of the dream—the room, his smile, the way he said my name like he’d known me for years.

The day dragged on. University classes felt longer than usual, and every time I caught a moment to myself, my thoughts drifted back to the dream. By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I debated skipping dinner altogether but decided against it. Eating might help me sleep better tonight.

That evening, I hesitated before taking the sleeping pill the doctor prescribed. I stared at the little white tablet in my palm, the events of last night replaying in my head. Shaking my head at myself for overthinking, I swallowed the pill with a sip of water and climbed into bed. I played soft music in the background again, hoping it would help me drift off faster.

This time, the dream came almost instantly.

I was back in the same room. It looked exactly as I remembered. And standing there, just as before, was Bang Chan.

“Y/N?” he said, his eyes widening when he saw me. “You're here again?”

“Wait… you remember me?” My voice came out shaky, disbelief flooding my system.

“Of course I do,” he said, a look of concern crossing his face. “I thought it was just a one-time thing, but here we are again. I don't know what's going on, but…” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “This doesn't feel like a normal dream, does it?”

I shook my head. “Not at all. Dreams aren't supposed to be this clear. Or… consistent.” He nodded, running a hand through his hair. “I even tried to convince myself I imagined you last night, but now… I'm starting to think this place is real. Or at least some kind of shared dream.”

“Shared dream?” I repeated, my mind racing. “But how? Why would we…?”

“I don't know,” he admitted, his voice soft. “But maybe we’re here for a reason.” We stared at each other, the weight of his words settling between us. A reason. What could possibly connect me, an exhausted first-year university student, and him, an idol on the other side of the world?

“Have you ever experienced something like this before?” I asked.

Chan shook his head. “No, never. But I'll admit… I've been struggling to sleep lately too. The schedules, the pressure, it gets overwhelming sometimes.” He paused, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe the universe decided we both needed someone to talk to.”

I chuckled nervously. “Well, the universe has a weird sense of humor. Of all people, it paired me with a K-pop idol?”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Guess you’re stuck with me for now.” We sat down—or at least, we mimicked sitting on the nonexistent floor—and started talking again. This time, it felt even more natural, like catching up with an old friend. He shared stories about the struggles of being a leader, the sacrifices he’d made for his career, and the moments that made it all worth it. I told him about my family, my dreams of becoming a dancer, and the crippling fear of failing to live up to everyone's expectations.

Time passed differently here. Hours could've gone by, or maybe just minutes—it was impossible to tell. But eventually, Chan leaned back and sighed.

“I don't want to wake up,” he admitted. “This is… nice. Peaceful.”

“Yeah,” I agreed softly. “But we'll have to wake up eventually.” He looked at me, something unreadable in his expression. “Promise me something?”

“What?”

“If this is real—if we ever figure out what's happening—promise me we’ll meet in real life.”

I blinked, taken aback. “You'd want that?”

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “You're easy to talk to. And… I feel like we're meant to cross paths. Don't you?”

I hesitated but nodded. “Yeah. I think so too.”

Before I could say anything else, the familiar pull of waking up began. The edges of the dream blurred, and Chan's voice became distant.

“Until next time,” he called out, his voice echoing as the dream dissolved.

I woke up with a start, my heart racing. The sunlight poured through my window, the same as yesterday. But this time, I wasn't confused or disoriented.

This time, I smiled.

There will be a next time. I was sure of it.

Every night, I would take sleeping pills and go back to the same room, talking to chan every time, it felt so real but at the same time i knew it was a dream. Somehow, Chan slowly cured my insomnia, I stopped having the need to take sleeping pills in order to sleep. Until one night, i stopped going to the same room, i stopped seeing chan in my dreams. It was disappointing and hurting to know I couldn't talk to him anymore, even in another dimension. But when i was scrolling through chan's instagram posts, i saw his latest post was a picture of him in the office with the caption- "Dreams" and the usual stay hashtag, i quickly commented under the post saying "Lucid dreams?"

The notification chimed almost immediately after I posted the comment: 3,245 other users also commented. My heart sank. Of course, with millions of fans commenting on every post, my little comment—“Lucid dreams?”—would be swallowed up in the sea of STAYs.

Still, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. What if… what if he saw it? What if he somehow recognized me, even through a simple question? The thought was absurd, but I clung to it. I refreshed the post again and again, hoping for some sign—a like, a reply, anything. Hours passed, and nothing happened. I sighed, tossing my phone onto the bed. It was silly to expect anything. It had been weeks since the dreams stopped. Maybe it was time to let go. But letting go wasn't as easy as I thought. Every night, I lay in bed, hoping to see him again, to return to that strange, serene room where time stood still, and the world outside didn’t matter. Every morning, I woke up to disappointment.

Until one evening, something strange happened.

It was a typical, uneventful day. Classes, assignments, dinner—everything blurred together in a monotonous haze. I didn’t even feel particularly tired when I climbed into bed that night. No sleeping pills, no music. Just me and the quiet hum of the world outside my window.

As my eyelids grew heavy, I felt it—that familiar pull, like being gently tugged into a dream.

My heart raced. Was it happening again?

When I opened my eyes, I was back in the room.

The sight hit me like a wave of nostalgia. The walls, the faint glow of light from nowhere, the soft hum of silence—it was exactly as I remembered.

And then I saw him.

“Chan!” I called out, my voice trembling with a mix of relief and disbelief.

He turned around, his face lighting up as soon as he saw me. “Y/N!”

I ran to him, barely resisting the urge to throw my arms around him. “You're here,” I said breathlessly.

“I thought I'd never see you again.”

He smiled, a bit sadly. “I thought the same. It's been… strange, hasn't it?”

“Strange doesn't even begin to cover it,” I admitted, laughing weakly. “Why did it stop? Why now?”

Chan hesitated, looking down at his hands. “I don't know. But I think…” He looked up, his gaze locking with mine. “I think I needed to figure some things out. And maybe… you did too.”

I frowned. “Figure out what?”

“That sometimes, even in a dream, we can find what we need to move forward.” He paused, his expression softening. “I know it hurts when the dreams stop, but I think it was the universe telling us to keep going on our own for a bit. To prove we could.”

His words sank in slowly, each one hitting me with an ache I hadn't realized I'd been carrying.

“I missed you,” I admitted quietly.

“I missed you too,” he said, his voice low. “Every single night.”

We sat down, just like we always did, and talked for what felt like hours. He told me about the new songs he was working on, how he'd been channeling his thoughts and emotions into his music. I shared how I'd finally started finding joy in my dance classes again, even teaching a few younger students.

It felt like no time had passed at all, and yet, everything was different. As the dream began to fade, Chan reached out, taking my hand in his. “Before you go, I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“I saw your comment,” he said, his smile soft but knowing.

My heart stopped. “You… you did?”

He nodded. “I didn't reply because… I didn't know if it was really you. But I felt it. I knew it was. And I think… Maybe this isn’t the end. Maybe we're supposed to meet in the real world.” I could barely breathe. “How?”

“Keep dancing,” he said, his voice steady. “Keep following your dreams. And I'll keep making music. If we're meant to meet, it'll happen.”

The dream dissolved before I could say another word.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, the faint traces of his voice still lingering in my ears. This time, I didn't feel the crushing sadness of his absence.

Instead, I felt hope.

Weeks turned into months, and life went on. I threw myself into my studies and dancing, finding comfort in the rhythm of my routines. But I never stopped thinking about Chan, about his words, about the possibility that our paths might cross again.

And then, one day, it happened.

I had just finished performing at a small dance showcase in Sydney. It was nothing big—just a local event—but I was proud of myself for putting my heart into it. As I was packing up my things, a commotion near the entrance caught my attention.

When I turned around, my heart nearly stopped.

There he was. Bang Chan, standing in the doorway, wearing a casual hoodie and cap, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on me.

For a moment, we just stared at each other, the world around us fading into nothing.

Then he smiled, the same warm, genuine smile I’d seen so many times in my dreams.

“Told you we'd meet,” he said softly, his voice carrying across the room.

And just like that, everything fell into place.

[momochiikawa]

GENSHIN STREAMER AU X READER

includes: cyno, heizou, kaeya, scara, childe, ningguang, kazuha

content: fluff, kys jokes in scaras part

gn!reader ♡

cyno

pro gamer!!!

plays lots of different games but his favourites are "the witcher 3" and "Identity v"

takes part in tournaments!

probably streams at ungodly hours

great at roleplaying and getting into the lore

sometimes, he does "silly streams" where he, tighnari, kaveh, and alhaitham play uno.

lord they curse so loudly

once they woke you up from a nap and cyno ended the stream to cuddle you back to sleep, because he felt so bad :((

the chat knows you as "choo choo boo boo"

when you're beside him while he streams, he tries so hard to win so you can compliment him ♡

tells unfunny jokes on twitter

heizou

AHHH

mainly plays games like "ABZU" or "life is strange"

great at puzzles in games

probably has a youtube where he posts tutorials

if he can't solve something, he starts screaming into the mic (press f for the chat)

sometimes he just streams with you cuddled into his side, commenting whatever he's doing

kaeya

a variety streamer

he mainly plays horror games, loves the adrenaline .

makes you sit with him during the scariest moments, so you'll hug his arm when you're scared

(it ends up being him cuddling into your arm)

when you two are actually playing a multiplayer game, he makes you take his chair (super comfortable!!) and just sits on a stool (rip)

will play your favourite game on stream!!

did a cooking stream on valentines day, where he was making a cake for you ♡

scara

plays league of legends, and valorant

swears so much, you're scared he'll get banned

the chat loves you because you made him meow after a big donation once

also plays tournaments and won many

doesn't like playing lol or valorant with you, he prefers things like minecraft or stardew valley (you collect flowers, he fights for his life in the caves)

there's so many clips of him being soft for you, and then instantly telling tartaglia to kys

when you two first kissed on live the chat went insane, and it was trending on twitter

was canceled so many times on twitter

childe

plays w/ scara!

he often does cooking streams in that god awful apron with the text "kiss the cook"

doesn't swear as much, he keeps it family friendly when his brother is watching his stream

but his late night streams. LORD. the amount of dirty jokes...

plays roblox with you

likes having you on his lap while preparing for tournaments ♡

ningguang

ASMR!!

her voice is perfect for it ♡

you always appear in her skincare/handcare/haircare/makeup streams

you know those east asian channels where they just put so much expensive stuff on you?

yeah thats her

will give you a lil kiss afterwards the stream as a reward ♡

if you had problems falling asleep, now you feel completely relaxed while she gently messages your face ♡

kazuha

cozy!

plays minecraft, stardew valley, animal crossing and stray

has a very warm voice so his chat are either simps, or people who want to fall asleep.

you often bring him snacks and drinks while saying hello to the chat!

you consider the chat your kids basically. (kazuha is the mom btw)

always gifts you flowers in stardew/minecraft

you kissed you once on stream and chat watched him gradually get redder by each second.

he's scared of twitter (i dont blame him lmao)

[tlou-reid]

hello and happy birthday!!

Could you do cream soda (non alcoholic drinks) + Spencer Reid- that sounds like the cutest fluff and as a writer myself I can picture this really well!!

Have a great day love 🥰🫶

join my birthday celebration!! - thank you honey <3

cream soda: “it’s okay to cry.”

you could see the way spencer was feeling from the minute he stepped onto the jet. his shoulders were slumped forward and his gaze never the left the ground. he didn't speak as he made his way to the chair in the furthest corner, and quickly put his headphones on, effectively drowning out the chatter from the rest of the team.

you knew cases that involved children bothered him, especially when it was a nerdy, sort of underdog child. whether they were a victim or even an unsub, it messed with spencer. it showed him different versions of himself, in his eyes.

you also knew that spencer needed some time on his own when he felt this way. he needed time to reflect, to see how he turned out, to know that he did his best everyday and that he was in control of that.

so, you took a seat on the long couch on the jet and put on your own headphones, reaching for a file to start working on paperwork. spencer was within eyesight, close enough that you would hear him if he wanted to talk, but he still had his distance.

you didn't approach him until the entire team had left. you made eye contact with him a lot, even making silly faces, just as a way to let him know you were there, but you didn't want to pry in front of everyone.

but you couldn't help yourself from reaching for his hand as the elevator door closed, falling to your floor in the parking garage. you didn't have to ask him if he wanted to go to your place or his. yours was closer, so you were going there. you two made some small talk on the drive, but primarily listened to the orchestral radio station.

"you know you're safe here," you reminded him as you both stood by the door, kicking off your work shoes and throwing your go-bags on the floor by the door. "i know," spencer sighed, clearly holding back on his emotions. "we can talk, if you want, or we can go shower and go to bed." you knew giving him options would make him feel more secure. "we can talk, i guess," he prompted, making his way to the couch. when you sat next to him, he did not hesitate to pull you close, needing the security of your touch.

"the case?" you questioned, making sure you were on the same page. you felt him nod against your shoulder. "i know the ones with kids are hard." this was true for the entire team, a blanket statement to get him to open up. you heard him sniffle as he buried himself closer to you.

"hey, hey, hey," you cooed, running your hands gently through his hair, "it's okay to cry, spence." you reminded him before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. he nodded against your shoulder, and you could feel the stream of tears falling from his eyes. what started as a drizzle ended in a downpour. his body racked with sobs. you tried to steady his body as much as possible, feeling him shake like a chihuahua.

you held him close, cooing things like "i got you", "it's gonna be alright", and "i love you, spence," as you rubbed circles into his back. it took a few minutes, but he calmed down eventually. "i-i'm sorry," he stuttered as he sat himself up, "i just hate seeing those kids end up like that." you nodded, unsticking stray hairs from where his tears feel, and pushing them behind his ear. "you never have to be sorry, spencer. you're human. we have emotions and we cry, it's okay." he nodded at your words, pulling you close again.

[jeonginslefthand]

Rage Quit 🎮👾

Pairing: TwitchStreamer!Felix x gamer!reader Genre: Fluff with a hint of suggestive Word count: 2.1k+ Plot summary: You and your streamer boyfriend Felix have your first Twitch collab. However, you start to show him up in the games you both play. Warnings: Some suggestive content towards the end, a few uses of pet names, Felix is a sore loser A/N: Back at it with more Stray Kids! This is a silly short fic to enjoy while I work on a longer series fic. I don't think I've seen this kind of concept before and sometimes think about what if Felix was a streamer (I think he would be an AMAZING game streamer, but that’s just me). Let me know what you all think and enjoy!

Stray kids masterlist

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Felix turns on his PC and sits back in his gaming chair. You pull up a chair next to him and grab a controller as you get comfortable. You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling his body heat transfer to your skin as you stare at the monitor screen waiting for the PC to load. 

“Are you excited for our first collab??” you ask. 

“Absolutely love. And I’m also excited to kick your ass on stream with thousands of viewers as my witnesses.” Felix responds, teasing you a little. 

“Hey! That’s not nice. And who knows maybe today’s the day I finally beat the almighty Lee Felix.” 

That was all talk though. The truth is you have never beaten Felix in a game. You’re not a bad gamer, but no matter how hard you try, you can never match Felix’s skill. Beating Felix at a game felt like going up against a final boss that won’t stop healing itself. But anything can happen once he goes live, so you have a little bit of hope in you (but not a lot).

The PC fully boots up and Felix begins setting up for stream. The two of you agreed to play Brawlhalla for the first half of the stream and would let the viewers decide between Mortal Combat, Street Fighter, or Tekken for the second half. Once Felix finishes setting up the stream layout he positions his mic between you and him. He then adjusts his webcam so that both of you are in view. Felix turns to you and you give him a nod signaling that you are ready. He clicks the GO LIVE button and you can see the viewers flooding in quickly. 

“Hello everyone! So glad you all are back for another lovely stream. We’re not going to be playing League like I planned. But we have a very special guest with us today. Next to me is [Y/N], my girlfriend and my gaming partner for today!” 

“Hi everyone! So glad to be here. And so ready to kick Felix’s butt today,” you say with excitement. 

The chat starts lighting up and you start reading some of the messages. There were a lot of messages teasing Felix about having a girlfriend. Some messages say things like “No way Felix has rizz???” and “omg the mysterious girlfriend is real!” You laugh reading some of the messages and Felix starts messing around with the viewers. It’s no wonder Felix has so many fans on this platform. He has that energy that’s easy to get captivated by, the same sunshine energy you’ve slowly fallen in love with. You also noticed the way he talks with the viewers. It’s like catching up with a friend you haven’t seen in ages. You start reading the chat again and see a couple of messages wishing you luck and some telling Felix not to go too hard on you.

“Oh don’t tell him to go easy on me.” You respond to the chat. “He doesn’t go easy when we play off-camera so why should he now?” 

“She’s so right! But I’ll do my best to let my girl down easy chat. So let’s get started. We’ll be playing Brawlhalla for the first half. Afterward, I’ll send a poll for you all to decide which game we play for the second half. For now, though, I’m sending a poll to see who you all think will win this first round.” 

You start to see the poll quickly fill up with responses. Most of the viewers pick Felix (you don’t blame them. Mentally you’re picking Felix too). But some viewers choose you. You smile and follow up with “Thanks to the five percent of you who have faith in me. I’ll do my best for you all!” 

Felix boots up the game and you grab your controller to pick your character. 

“Queen Nai is always my go-to. She hasn’t let me down yet,” you say waiting for Felix to pick his character. 

“Except she has failed you when you go against me.” Felix snaps back. 

“Okay Mr. ‘changes his main every two days.’” 

Felix finally picks his character and starts the game. “Let’s go ahead and make this quick.” 

The round starts as you breathe in preparing for your inevitable defeat. But as the round goes on you find yourself doing surprisingly well. You see how the chat lights up as the round continues so you decide to keep up with whatever luck the Twitch gods gave you today. You top things off with a finishing move and the round ends with you successfully beating Felix and your character having two lives left. 

“Well I’ll be damned—” you say under your breath still shocked. 

Felix doesn’t immediately respond, still processing that you beat him for the first time. In front of 10k people no less. You snap your fingers, breaking Felix’s trance as he looks back into the webcam. 

“Okay, so that was just a test round…” Felix finally says in denial.

“Oh, now it was just a test round? You’re just trying to deny that I FINALLY BEAT YOU!” you respond, basking in this short but well-deserved victory. 

“You got lucky this round. Next round who knows…” Felix is already switching his character as he responds to you. 

You look back at the chat to see how everyone feels. The vibe seemed to have shifted a little since you beat Felix. Lots of people are saying “Watch out next round” and also “Yeah kick his ass next round [y/n]!!” You giggle to yourself, still picking the same character as the last round. 

Three rounds later Felix is floored. How have you managed to beat him in all four rounds? Are the Twitch gods mad at him and waiting for his downfall? Did you secretly practice before stream? The more these thoughts ran through his head the more frustrated he got. It didn’t help that he was getting beat in front of now 15k people (this is probably the most viewers he’s had on a stream). 

“Give up yet sunshine?” you say half teasingly, half condescending. 

“Nope. One more round. I’m sure you can take it, angel.” Felix responds, adding some bass when he calls you angel. You can hear the growing frustration in his voice and see him getting worked up. You’ve seen him get frustrated over games before, but never like this (and it’s kind of turning you on, but you ignore that and focus on the game).

The fifth round was a close one but ended with Felix being beaten again, and your character was left with one life. Felix is speechless as you do a silly victory dance next to him. 

“And with that, the Brawlhalla section of this stream has ended with a whopping five to nothing!” you say cheerfully. You turn to Felix noticing that he doesn’t seem too happy. You also see his grip on the controller has tightened to the point he looks like he’s about to throw it. 

“Okay uh, we're going to take a quick break. In the meantime, I’ll be sending out the poll for what you guys want our next game to be and when we get back we’ll see the results. See you all soon!” you reassure the chat. 

You fidget around with Streamlabs and find the break screen to display on stream (thankfully you’ve sat in on a couple of Felix’s streams to get a basic sense of it). You also make sure to mute the mic as you let out a big sigh. 

“Woo, this streaming thing isn’t easy. Hey Lix, you okay?” you say trying to comfort Felix. “I know I beat you badly, but can you stop being a sore loser?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be a sore loser if I knew what kind of witchcraft you were using to win,” Felix responds in a low voice, mostly being serious. 

“Okay very funny. But seriously are you okay? I’ll stop gloating and go easy on you for the next game. Or I can even—” 

“I’m going to the bathroom real quick.” Felix interrupts as he gets up and goes towards the restroom. 

Okay, you may have been boasting more than you thought, but you were only messing with him playfully. It’s the same thing he does whenever he beats you in games. You didn’t think he would take it seriously. 

You patiently wait for Felix to get back thinking things over. If the two of you play another game and things go like how Brawlhalla went, it won’t end well. You’ve seen Felix lose his cool over games when it’s just the two of you or when he’s with his friends, but he has never lost it on stream. He’s known for being a calm streamer (mostly) and a literal angel. On one hand, maybe this could show a more human side of Felix. But you also know how online fandoms are, especially streamer fandoms, and you’re not sure how positive Felix’s fandom is (despite Felix constantly denouncing the toxic people that sneak into his fandom). 

“Hey, angel. I think I’ve calmed down a little.” Felix’s deep voice breaks you out of your thoughts as he gently rubs your shoulders.

“Are you sure? I know it takes you a while to calm down when you get frustrated like that,” you respond. 

“Yeah, mostly. But we gotta do the second half of the stream.”

“Or we can end the stream early. I don’t want to do the second half if you’re going to get so worked up again. We can play a calm game, just the two of us!” 

Felix thinks about the idea for a moment before making his response. 

“Okay. Let’s end the stream love! I’m sure the chat will await your return for future streams.” Felix takes the break screen off as you both sit in your chairs and unmutes the microphone. 

“Hey everyone we’re back! So it seems like Mortal Combat won the poll. Good job [Y/N] for setting up the poll and break screen. You are the best! But unfortunately, we’re going to end stream early and play Mortal Combat another time.” Felix says to the camera. You start seeing the chat light up with many people disappointed and some viewers sending Felix’s signature cry emote. 

Felix wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close “Don’t worry! Lovely [y/nnie] will be back. Then I will avenge my honor and lost dignity.” 

“Or I will come back and give him the humbling of a lifetime!” you say smiling at Felix when you do so. 

You both say your final goodbyes to the viewers. Felix clicks the END STREAM button and you let out another big sigh as you lay your head on Felix’s lap. 

“So how’d you like your first stream?” Felix asks as he pets your head.

“I don’t wanna talk to anyone for the rest of the day. My social battery is slowly dying,” you say in response. 

“Then how about we recharge it with some Animal Crossing?” Felix suggests as he picks up his Nintendo Switch from the charging dock. 

The two of you cuddle on the couch and spend time recharging and grinding on Animal Crossing. The calm warm sounds of the soundtrack with the laid-back tasks you did also helped you feel at ease. Felix came to your island (he always says turnip prices are higher on your island) and took a lot of your fruit to plant on his island. He also farmed for wood but you had to cut him off after seeing how many trees he chopped down. 

“You better replant all the coconut trees you chopped down,” you say while selling your fish finds in the shop. 

“You don’t need all those coconut trees come on…” Felix responds in a whiny tone. 

“At least tell me you left some coconuts on the ground. I really love the coconut trees…” 

Felix sighs. “Fine, I’ll plant the coconut trees. But only because I love you.”

“Hehe love you too sunshine!~” 

The Animal Crossing session ends with you and Felix watching the sunset, well your villagers watching the sunset at least. 

“Alright nice Animal Crossing date. Time to kick you off the island!” you say, sounding a bit eager.

“Aww. But I wanna spend the night…” Felix pouts as he looks into your eyes. 

“You can’t do that darling. But… I could spend the night in real life.” 

Felix logs out of the game and turns off his switch. “That sounds even better! So what should we do for the night?”

You end the Animal Crossing session and put your switch next to Felix’s. You lean in closer to him as you respond “I have a few ideas…” 

Felix leans in closer as he slowly gets on top of you. He leans in and gives you a quick kiss on your lips, holding himself back from staying on your soft lips longer. 

“I’m listening angel~”    

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[bangchansbackohmygod]

Hello, how are you doing?💗🌸

So I don't know if your requests are open or if you take any requests at all so feel free to delete this.

I was wondering if you could do a headcanon for yandere stray kids where they aren't just friends with the reader but not dating yet? Not fwb, just really crossing the line of friends and lovers.

Also sorry for any mistakes it's just that English is not my first language. And I hope you have a nice day!!🤗✨️

This lovely request came in a very long time ago, so I don't know if the anon is still following, but I still want to answer it because I just adore a pining yandere!

Just the Hyung Line for now, I'll post the Maknaes if y'all are interested!

Chan: The name of the game is isolation. He won't get rid of all your other friends, oh no, he's far too smart for that. Plus, as twisted as his love is, there's enough pureness in there that at least part of him wants you to live a happy normal life. He just wants you to live that happy normal life with him. So he builds your trust with a thousand little favors. Dropping off a snack for you when you have a long work shift, seconding your choice of film during group movie nights, and even picking up the phone when you need to rant regardless of his schedule. He's your rock, and your other friends trust him too just by seeing how sweet he is to you. So when he puts on a fake sad expression and says "I just don't understand *****, no matter how nice I am to him he's so rude back", you don't hesitate to start leaving that person on read. He's careful with the timing, only one or two per year. Sometimes he even plants the seed of doubt in one of your unknowing friends instead. They tell you about this "bully", and how Chan was "trying to brave through it so you wouldn't be hurt", following his composition like the notes he plucks out on his piano. Without your noticing, you're slowing being locked into a cage of dependency, where the only person in your life who is without question is Chan. He hasn't confessed yet, but he'll take a decade if he needs to so that when he does you'll have no reason to think twice.

Lee Know: Cat-sitting for Minho was something he asked for at least once a month, using his tours and schedules as an excuse. True, they lived with his parents, but he'd put on an effortless show of filial piety, taking his parents with him to foreign countries or paying for weekend getaways "just because he wants to repay them for raising him". The truth is, his parents' house and the three fluffy critters are the perfect recipe to get your guard down. You bring along your softest jammies and your favorite sleepytime tea, building yourself a little nest to snuggle into once you've finished checking the litter and filling the food and water bowls. Minho can't help but light up whenever he sees you giggling at a kdrama in his living room, half asleep and surrounded by his fur babies. How can he see you right now? The cameras. The tiny cameras he's installed all over the house just for your visits. By the tv, in the ceramic figurine in the kitchen, even in some of the kitties' more elaborate scratching posts. Your babysitting adventures are his favorite streaming channel, his ray of light when he has to be away from you. You may just be his friend now, but he likes to think of your little unknowing dates as practice for when you're his pretty little housewife. One day he'll come home to you waiting for him like that, his cold phone screen today replaced with the softness of your lips tomorrow.

Changbin: It's the Pretend Boyfriend trope taken just a step too far. It started with him warding off some creep at a party who kept trying to hand you drinks. A thick bicep around your shoulder and a "yo man, she's taken" got the unwanted attention off your back and earned him a smile and a thank you. Then he offered up a selfie that you could send to an ex that kept asking to get back together, saying that once he knew you'd moved on you'd finally be rid of him. Changbin even told you to give his number to the jerk, that he'd "act" like a protective lover if your ex didn't buy the bluff. The charade worked, and this time he got a thank you, a hug, and a bowl of ramen on you next time he had time to grab lunch. He was hooked. More and more, whenever the two of you were in public, he'd suddenly pull you in by the waist or plant his hand on the wall next to your head. He'd whisper that a guy across from you in the arcade was looking at you funny, and "it's probably better if he doesn't think he has a chance with you". The dim lights hide the blush on his cheeks and the giddiness in his eyes. You avert your own gaze and thank him as always, too flustered by his closeness to bother looking past him at the offender. It's a good thing you don't, actually. He'd rather you didn't know that over half the time there isn't anyone there.

Hyunjin: What else? You're his muse. He loves to paint, and he loves to paint you, and despite your own insecurities you can't deny that the you he translates through his art is nothing short of beautiful. It started as a portrait he requested you sit for, your insistence he find a better model shooed away with promises that he was painting all the members and some of the staff, too, for variety's sake (he's lying). He finishes the piece in record time, but since you can't see the canvas from your stool he fusses about and pretends to add lines when in truth his brush has long gone dry and his long gazes at your form aren't to get the curve of your nose right but simply for his delight. After the first painting he insists on another, and flattery tempts you to accept. You get more comfortable with each painting, and he gets bolder in turn. He begins picking out your clothes, styling your hair, even applying your makeup. The fingertips adjusting your pose before he begins slowly transition from a feather-light touch to something heavy and lingering. But he's in no hurry to break the tension he hopes you feel. As long as he has this time with you, he's content. With a shuddering breath, he dips his brush into the paint and etches his love for you into the canvas once again.

(Part 2 with the Maknae Line?)

[day6source]

hello my loves 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

it's been.....honestly a bit since i made a big post! october, right before my birthday! i've been super busy with offline (and sometimes even other online) stuff since, so i apologize for neglecting you guys for a bit without notice, even if i was still getting things up! i intended to make more posts like this much more often and ended up not being able to, i'm so sorry y'all!

but! it's almost christmas and the new year! which feels sort of insane! i hope you're all staying cozy (or cool, for southern hemisphere friends), and have some fun plans for the upcoming holidays depending on what you celebrate, but especially the new year! 💕✨

admittedly there aren't tons of updates, the calendar isn't up to date actually on the desktop theme (and the month is almost over so 😬 january's will be, i promise!), but! as i said earlier today, the christmas concert from last night is up here, sungjin's solo concert stream is here, and if you wanna find a little bit of everything, you can find that here. i'm gonna try and actually upload sungjin's songs to the blog here again, the copyright system was really finicky when he released it and prevented it a bit, but i'm determined! so! hopefully it'll be up! but as a reminder if you ever wanna throw the songs on your phone via not a streaming service, you can find things right here! remember you're free to request any unreleased or unofficial songs as well to throw in there and up on here! not sure which ones you guys really want, so just let me know and i'm happy to do it as well as any video content you wanna see, i'm always down to at least hunt.mp3 for it 😉

with the incoming new year, i'm hoping to be able to do more with you guys! i had so many plans i wasn't able to follow through on this year for you all because of offline things, which really sucks, because you guys are so so so important to me! like, we're almost at 500 followers?? which is so crazy to me!! what!!!! i definitely want to do something for all of you coming soon, so keep an eye out (which i've been saying, i know, i'm so so sorry y'all)! i'm also hoping to keep up with you guys via posts like this again more often, i really missed it! i love you all and i'm always so thankful, and i hope to find ways to show that more in 2025!

speaking of, i hope i'll be seeing you next year on tour! i'll be at night two in los angeles, so if you happen to see me, come say hi! i'm pretty stoked considering it's my first time seeing the boys and going to la, so i imagine it's bound to be memorable and so so special 💕 i'll also be seeing stray kids in atlanta (my first time there!), so if you're there, make sure to come say hi!

it's been a super long year, but i hope it treated you with the kindness and love you deserve, and i hope the things that were troubling weren't too damaging 💕 the new year is always a bright, clean start, so if things didn't quite go your way before, i hope you're able to achieve that this coming year and that it's filled with so much happiness and good health and laughter and good music, although i think the boys have that under control 💕

happy holidays and happy new year, i love you guys so so so so much, and thank you for sticking around and not teasing me too much when i definitely reblog the wrong things here (that happened so often this year. oh my god.), and if you're new, thank you for finding this little corner 💕 take care of yourselves and stay happy and healthy, my loves.

love love love,

tay 💕💕💕💕

[neil-gaiman]

Hello Mr. Gainman, I've been seeing a lot of stuff in Television and Streaming lately about creatives leaving projects because of creative differences, usually adaptations or sequels straying from the source material. Since I know you've done a lot of adaptation of your work, and have had a lot of involvement in shows like Good Omens and the Sandman. I was wondering if you ever had to turn down or leave a project because you felt there would have been or were such differences?

Many times, yes.

The saddest one for me was in the mid-1990s when I was asked if I would like to write the new adaptation of the Doctor Syn books, by Russell Thorndyke, about the smuggler known as the Scarecrow on Romney Marsh. I'd loved the books as a kid (I'd never seen the Disney adaptation. Still haven't, although I've always meant to) and loved the idea of the Vicar who was also a smuggler and a former pirate...

I was so excited to be involved!

...and then they told me that in this version, the Scarecrow would be a contemporary psychiatrist who would learn about crimes committed by his patients and then put on a scarecrow mask to go off and stop the crimes.

I've never said no as fast.

[gaybitchfx]

hello I'd like to request a Mikey fic omega verse AU where reader is pregnant (due to them having intercourse while drunk) and he tells Mikey that he's the father bc he's the only guy he ever had intercourse with, but Mikey doesn't believe him bc he doesn't remember anything from their drunken love making, but he still accompanies reader through the pregnancy bc he wants to prove that he isn't the father when the kid is born. (but he is) angst and fluff pls thank you. also take your time and take care!

-🍓 Character(s): Mikey

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW + a/b/o

-🍓 Warning(s): Angst

-🍓 Edited: ❌

Your hands trembled as you stared at the pregnancy test, two pink lines were shown meaning you were pregnant.

“I’m…pregnant..” You mumbled in disbelief as your vision began to cloud from the tears that formed in your eyes.

You dug deep into your memory hoping you could at least figure out who the last person you were with till it dawned on you.

Mikey.

You remember drinking with him and after that everything was just fuzzy and choppy.

“How am I going to tell him?” You rested your head in your hands after placing the test to the side. It took you a while, but you called Mikey saying you had something to tell him, something very important.

You didn’t tell him what it was leaving him more curious till you both met up. “So, what is it?” Mikey asked as he yawned, a tear bead appearing in the corner of his eye.

“I’m…pregnant…” You whispered the last part making Mikey tilt his head a bit. “You’re what?” “I’m pregnant.” You said louder this time surprise Mikey. “Ooo congratulations. Who’s the father?”

Mikey clapped his hands a faint smile appearing on his lips. You gripped the sleeve of your jacket as a faint whimper left your mouth, you were upset. “You alright?” Mikey asked, his smile disappearing.

“You’re..you’re the father.” Mikey’s eyes widened as he quickly stood up from his seat. “No way that’s mine... I didn’t even have sex with you..” Mikey said as he furrowed his brows making you look down at your lap.

“You were the first and only person I’ve been with, Mikey. We did it after we went drinking.”

“Bullshit. I don’t even remember what happened after that.” Mikey looked down at you, you were shaking and on the verge of crying, your scent was a mix of feelings.

He let out a sigh as he brushed some of his hair away from his face.

“I don’t think it’s mine, but I’ll still be there for you till you give birth to that pup. When I prove it’s not mine then..there isn’t much I can do after to help me.” Mikey said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Thank you..” You sniffled and brushed away any stray tears. Months went by and Mikey did as he said, he made sure you were well taken care of and safe till you were in the 1st month of your third trimester.

“Mikey..could you get the stole for me please?” You asked the man who nodded and went to the living room to retrieve the item.

When he came back, you were holding onto the counter, panting in pain. Underneath you was a puddle of water that had damped your slippers and the floor. Mikey dropped the stole as he began panicking internally.

“Is it..” You nodded your head, not even bothering to talk. Mikey quickly got the car keys and gently rushed you out the door and to the car. “The baby wasn’t supposed to be here for another two months, fuck..” Mikey grumbled as he left the drive-through and began speeding to the hospital.

“I’m..sorry..” You said in between gasps, tears began streaming down your face. Mikey’s face softened as he took your hand in his. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry.” He said as he released a more calming and pleasant scent to help with your pain and calm you down.

When the both of you arrived at the hospital you were rushed to the emergency room, Mikey of course had to wait in the waiting room. His leg bounced as he waited for one of the doctors to come out, it felt like you were in there forever.

Time was ticking by slowly, seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. When one of the doctors came out Mikey quickly got up from his seat. “How is he and the baby? Are they alright?” Mikey asked, worry present on his. The doctor smiled and nodded her head.

“The mother and baby are both healthy and are doing just fine. The baby came earlier than expected so we’ll have to keep her in an incubator till she grows a bit more.

“Can…Can I see them?” The doctor nodded her head and Mikey quickly followed her. His heart jumped around in his chest as he grew closer and closer to the doors.

When he was inside you were laid down on a bed holding a baby in a pink blanket, feeding her. You looked exhausted but happy, happy you got to meet your baby.

Mikey hesitantly went over to you getting your attention. He had gotten a good look at the baby and she looked just like him. “I told you she was yours..” You giggled making the baby coo before she yawned.

“She’s so tiny..” Mikey whispered as he moved his finger to the baby’s hand which she instantly grabbed onto. His eyes glossed over with tears as Mikey stared at his child.

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” “Of course...I now have a family of my own..” Mikey sniffled as he rubbed his teary eyes. You lightly laughed as he gave a small kiss on your baby’s head.

-🍓tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

Connected ch2

pairing: chan x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: crying, overall sadness, mentions of food

an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.

masterlist * previous chapter * next chapter

today was hard. it seemed like every day had been hard for you recently. and not for any particular reason that you could pinpoint. life just felt.. hard. everything just felt so heavy. all day long your mind is constantly going with ‘you’re so fat’ ‘why did you say that? you’re weird.’ ‘remember that embarrassing thing that happened in 6th grade?’ ‘no one likes you.’ ‘everyone hates you, of course they do.’

“why can’t i just have a good day?” you said aloud to yourself, feeling defeated. all you wanted to do was go home, crawl in bed, put your headphones in and turn on some music. or maybe a comfort audio, though you felt you were a little dependent on those these days. so when the time finally rolled around for you to get off work, that’s exactly what you did. you unlocked the door, not even bothering to say hello to your cat, you headed to the bathroom to change your clothes. you avoided the mirror at all costs, not able to look at yourself. once the comfy clothes were secured, you went to your room and flung yourself on the bed. finally you thought. you curled under the cover, pulling it up to your chin, phone in hand. you slipped your headphones in and opened your music app.

you turned on some stray kids, because of course you did. hearing their voices, especially chan, you immediately felt somewhat soothed. you closed your eyes and let the music take over.

i tried to hide away from all the sorrow and pain

but little did i know that i was going insane

the tears started to gather then, at the corners of your eyes. you squeezed them shut tighter, a few tears slipping past and down to your pillow. you really loved that part of the song. the whole song is so beautiful, but chans voice there really makes you emotional.

you thought back to his messages from the other day. by the other day you meant it had been a few weeks. you had felt down and have had plenty of nightmares, but you never reached out to him again. you felt like you would be bothering him. you would be a burden to him, just like you are to everyone else. he only reached out the first time because he felt bad for you. he only told you to message him just to be nice. he didn’t really mean it. but sometimes, just to soothe yourself, you’ll open the chat and reread the messages he sent. thats what you did now, opening instagram you read through the chat again, smiling at his flirtatious attitude.

•

at some point you must have fallen asleep. you wake with a start from yet another nightmare, covered in sweat, tears streaming down your cheeks. it’s dark outside now, the middle of the night again. you just want one good nights sleep. just one. your phone is still clutched in your hand, instagram chats still open. you go to close the app, but hesitate. maybe you would send him a message. he probably won’t answer, but you thought it was worth a try. you could really use the comfort. but you found yourself struggling again with what to say. you had typed out a few messages, but deleted each one. you sounded too desperate. too annoying. until eventually, you had almost talked yourself out of it altogether. you drafted one last message:

“had another nightmare. came back to reread these messages. they comfort me. thank you again.”

and before you could talk yourself out of it, you hit send. you don’t know how long you sat there, phone in hand, chats open, staring at the screen. but you eventually fell asleep again, not waking up until morning when your alarm started blaring in your ear. you rubbed at your blurry, sleep filled eyes. rolling over, you see your phone. it was still open to instagram, the battery almost dead. you grab for the phone, your chest filled with hope, only to be crushed by the last message you sent. he hadn’t answered you. of course he didn’t, why would he? he’s busy, and you’re a nobody. you plugged the phone in and dragged yourself out of bed to get ready for work.

•

a few days had passed, and things were still the same. every night after work, you went home and crawled into bed. some nights were better than others, those nights where you could actually stomach some food and force yourself to take a shower. and other nights were bad, where you couldn’t do anything but stare at the ceiling and let the dread creep in.

tonight was one of the bad nights. you stared at the ceiling, the same old fan slowly spinning overhead, the same comfort audio you had listened to about a million times played in your ears. you knew you needed to eat something, you hadn’t had anything all day, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. you just continue to lay there.

suddenly, your audio cut off and a weird ringing filled your ears. a sound you had never heard. you looked down at your phone and you had an incoming call from instagram. who knew you could call someone through instagram. you were more shocked to see who was calling. it was chan. you immediately started to panic. what do you do? was he calling to tell you to stop contacting him? was he mad? why wouldn’t he just block you if that was the case?

with shaky hands you reached out and accepted the call.

“he-hello?” you stuttered.

“hi!” he answered. he sounded a little nervous, but it was clearly chan. there’s no mistaking that voice. “i’m so so sorry i didn’t answer your message. i didn’t see it until just now. i had my notifications on, i promise. but instagram never notified me. i’m sorry. are you okay?”

your brain short circuited. was he just calling to check on you? he didn’t sound mad or annoyed.

“you..” you started your sentence but lost it after only one word.

“you’re upset with me.” he sighed. “i really am sorry, i don’t know why i didn’t get notified of your message.”

his voice sounded sad. you could hear a little commotion in the background, what sounded like playful arguing and laughter. but it was muffled, almost like the rowdiness was in the room next to him, the loud voices traveling through the wall.

“i’m not upset with you.” you told him. “just- just a little surprised is all”

“surprised?” he asks.

“yeah. i never would have thought you would call me.”

“is it okay that i did?” he asks. “i noticed your message and wanted to apologize for not responding. and i felt like it was too important to say over text… so i called.”

“oh. well, i don’t mind. you’re very nice, chan.”

he nervously laughed a little at that, and you could feel the corners of your mouth turn up slightly at the sound.

“you never answered me.” he said. and you were confused. you were pretty sure he was the one who never answered you. that’s why this call was happening, right? “are you okay?”

oh, he meant you didn’t answer his question from before.

“yeah, i’m okay.” you tell him.

“that didn’t sound very convincing.” he says, chuckling.

“no, i’m okay.” you reply. “just, the last little while has been hard. but i’m okay. i promise. you don’t need to worry about me. you’re so busy.”

“but i do worry about you. im always here if you need me, im never too busy for that.” he promises.

“i-i wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“you’re not bothering me. you deserve to be happy. you deserve someone who will listen. and that’s me.” you could tell he was smiling, you could hear it in his voice. you really didn’t know what to say. you didn’t know what you ever did to deserve someone like chan in your life.

“hyung, minhos ready to start practice again.” you faintly heard someone, who sounded a lot like han jisung, say in the background.

“okay, i’m coming. just a sec.” chan answered. “i have to go.” he says to you now, “i’m sorry i couldn’t talk longer. i’ll text you, okay?”

all of this felt so surreal to you. you had to be dreaming right now and it would soon take a turn for the scary and you would wake up screaming.

“uh, yeah, of course.” you say. “only if you have time.”

“i’ll make time.” he tells you. “try to get some rest. and don’t skip meals, yeah?”

you shyly nodded, but then realized he couldn’t see you. “yeah. okay.” you answer.

“okay, bye.” he says, his voice soft, almost like he is sad to be hanging up.

“bye, chan.” and then the line goes silent.

to be added to the taglist for this series, just let me know.

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

[luvrhyune]

Hello!!💞 How are you? So i have a headcanon request for Stray Kids (all eight of them). Of course you don't have to do it and i don't mind you deleting it.

I thought maybe something like where the roles are reversed and Stray Kids are the fans ( like they are not idols), how would they be as ones and maybe since when did they start being fans.

I apologize if i made you uncomfortable and for any mistakes or if this is very confusing. Again i don't mind if you will delete it, you are busy after all and please have a great day/night!!~💕✨️💗

-; ✧˖*°࿐ FAN BOYS . SKZ .

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; skz as ur fan boy !!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; ot8 x reader !!

— warnings ; …none????

— notes ; first off, i would like to say sorry ‘nonnie that this request took so long to get to you, i wasn’t taking requests at the time so i just left it in my inbox

— notes ; but i also wanted to say THANK YOU for the request. this is the perfect example of how to request from me, you were so polite and it was detailed enough for me to go off <3

masterlist.

— CHAN !

his little sister definitely got him into your music.

like she was probably listening to a comeback of yours, and chan pops into her room and is like “wait this is a banger?”

i’d say he started listening to your music after your third (3rd) comeback.

as a fan, chan wouldn’t be as devoted to you as some of the other boys would be.

he’d watch a few promotion stages, watch a few interviews but i don’t think he’d keep up with everything you’re doing.

like if you got into a scandal he wouldn’t know until his sister told him.

he’d definitely go to some of your concerts when he can and take his sister with him for sure.

he’d also buy some of your albums and have them on display in his room, i think he’d also have some merch, like some hoodies and stuff.

— MINHO !

so in this au, minho is a choreographer or a dance teacher.

and so thats how he stumbled across your music, one of students asked him to let them learn the dance their favourite song.

so he watches the dance practice to the song, and another song, and another until he’s pulling up a music app to listen to all of your discography.

he wouldn’t call himself a stan, sure he thinks all of your songs are unskip-able, but he doesn’t keep up with every move you make.

i don’t think he’d have merch either, like one of his students probably gifted him a hoodie from your brand but thats all he’d own.

he doesn’t have any albums, he MIGHT go to a concert & he doesn’t watch interviews or anything.

he simply just streams your music & watches your dance practices so he can teach his students your dances as a treat.

— CHANGBIN !

you’re fandom name? he is one for SURE.

there is no time frame from when he became a stan, he just absolutely adores you.

he probably found your music through tiktok or something.

he definitely has merch, he owns like three (3) hoodies & a lightstick.

he has a few albums too.

when he has time, he watches your promotion stages and a few interviews.

if he can’t, it doesn’t matter because he is ALWAYS streaming your songs.

he’s probably been to one or two concerts also.

— HYUNJIN !

i wouldn’t call hyunjin a stan.

honestly, i think he’d just listen to a few songs and thats it.

he’d probably follow you on instagram, scroll through your feed every few months.

but i don’t think he’d be that interested in you besides music.

sorry that his is so short 😓😓.

— JISUNG !

i honestly think jisung is very similar to chan’s hcs.

i think he stumbled across you randomly and was like, “wait this is fire???”.

and got more & more into your music.

i don’t think he’d pay too much attention to you, he’d follow your instagram and check it once or twice a week.

he’d watch a few promotion stages but that’s about it.

i think he’d own one album and then be put off by the price </3.

& he probably wouldn’t ever attend a concert.

— FELIX !

pre debut stan. PRE DEBUT STAN!!!

loved you the moment you opened your mouth.

he has all of your merch, hoodies, hats, key chains, plushies, light stick.

he has all of your albums, pc’s, posters.

every concert he can go to, he HAS gone to.

watches every interview, every dance practice, every performance.

a VERY devoted stan.

— SEUNGMIN !

he’s like changbin & minho with his hcs.

there’s no specific timeframe he started listening to your music he just loves it.

whenever he’s doing something he’ll probably hum your songs to himself.

he’s not to involved with your life either, you got into a scandal? big whoop.

he also won’t own any merch unless someone buys it for him. and if they do he’s wearing it 24/7.

— JEONGIN !

very similar to hyunjin’s.

he likes your music, he’s listening to it often.

but you can’t call him a stan.

he doesn’t own any merch, watch any of your videos.

he just follows you, keeps up with your drama and streams your music.

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[avoutoast]

If you’re wondering where we’ve met, please check this out!

Hello, mates! I'm Hazriel Sakha Praditya, but feel free to call me Jiel. Well, let’s just say I’m 20+ (you can try guessing how much more!). Currently im using He/Him as my pronounce. I’m a Scorpio through and through, so don’t be surprised if I come off as a little intense at times. As for my personality, I’m an ENFP according to my most recent MBTI test, though I used to be an INFP. I guess I’ve evolved—just like Pokémon!

Music is my greatest passion. I love exploring different genres and always have a playlist for every mood. Some of my favorite artists include eaJ, BOYNEXTDOOR, NIKI, Stray Kids, Day6, Taylor Swift, Clinton Kane, Shawn Mendes, Conan Gray, and many more. I’m especially in love with Indonesian music, so you’ll often find me jamming to Kerispatih (their songs are timeless—let’s keep streaming them forever), Juicy Luicy, Peterpan, Dewa, Nadin Amizah, Hindia, Bernadya, and Yura Yunita, to name a few. Music feels like a second language to me, so if you ever need song recommendations, I’m your go-to person.

Speaking of favorites, eaJ is at the top of my list. I could talk about him endlessly—his music, his vibe, his everything. Don’t be surprised if I ramble about him now and then. Besides that, I’m also a a proud simp for my adorable boyfriend. You’ll probably see me sharing cute moments or cheesy lines on the timeline because, love is meant to be celebrated, right?

If you’re wondering, “Where do I know this guy from?” here’s a little list to jog your memory:

Roleplayer Account

Facebook

Previously

Genki as Kang Daniel

Ongieo as Ong Seongwoo

Ruellia Peterson (Ruru) as WJSN's Bona / Love Pattranite Limpatiyakorn.

Awin as Metawin Opas-iamkajorn

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Previously

@kavinchic, @youreajj, @ureajj, @wnnmetawin, @kjiyeoni, @eajpatrk, @hantjisng @HYUSNJlN

Now

@weajpark, @hanzisunq, @juvnan @htaesarn

Open Agency

Facebook

Intelligence Agent Ent. as (pokoknya ini akmal guys).

I also part of Dormithairy as Loverrukk / Ruru.

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Bangkok Agency (Bkkagency) as Win Metawin.

Pak RT as eaJ.

Misociety as eaJ.

Schandentia as SKZ's Han Jisung.

Joy The Sea as SKZ's Han Jisung.

atBuckingham as SKZ's Hwang Hyunjin.

Craveurlove as SKZ's Han Jisung.

OfArtism (Gen 1) as SKZ's Han Jisung (Unverified).

Tale of Arrietty as SKZ's Han Jisung.

The Flippages as BOYNEXDOOR's Han Taesan.

Flingship as BOYNEXDOOR's Han Taesan.

Squad/GDM.

Dark6 as eaJ.

5W1H as eaJ.

Skitzy as SKZ's Han Jisung.

Heroesdinary as Junhan.

8RUNNERS as Han Jisung.

Eighiant as Han Jisung.

BOYNEKDOOR as Han Taesan.

Caretaker

atBackburner as Juan Adelino (SKZ's Lee Know), Gabriel/Gabi (Keshi).

The Ghibli House as Howl (SKZ's Hwang Hyunjin)

Barusatubulan as Geger Nusantara/Tara (Off Jumpol)

[leyyvi]

Okay so I have a couple questions! You’ve moved before, and it’s my first time moving, but I was wondering how you know a place is right for you? (I’m asking bc you have experience, but also bc I think we’re in the same county)

Like I found an apartment home complex that seems beautiful, very naturey and on paper ideal for me and my parents. But the yelp reviews+ other sites say otherwise (ex: roaches (in unit), mice (outside), etc) which a part of me is 🤷🏻‍♀️ bc it has a lot of nature features like streams and trees and it kind of comes with the territory. And I honestly don’t know how seriously to take it? Since I’ve never apartment hunted before idk how much value this has, my current complex has shitty reviews (granted only like 5 reviews total) but I’ve had a fine experience since I’ve lived there my whole life, and to me those reviews are not necessarily accurate. There are a couple great reviews too, but idk how much weight they hold either. With the negative reviews, are these just the “small” batch of tenants that had a bad experience or is it worth taking into account? And every complex’s reviews always say “rent elsewhere”, “management sucks”, “they lie about XYZ”, there’s ALWAYS something negative about a place, and idk how much value it has

When I showed up unexpectedly to the new complex the maintenance guys were working and it was quiet (at noon-ish on a Tuesday), then I went with my mom a day or two later and same thing, appeared to be quiet with the maintenance guys working), then my parents went on a Sunday and simply said there were a few stray cats. When we toured the leasing lady also said she lives on site, which to me felt more promising that it wasn’t a complete shit hole. I also saw a guy walking his dog and he didn’t look like he was in hell so idk

Sorry for bombarding you but I’m like dying lol

Jesus Christ I’m so sorry, but like help pls I need guidance (I won’t hold you responsible, just need opinions/experience) thanks ✌️

HI HELLO I'M NOT SURE HOW HELPFUL I'LL BE BUT I'LL DO MY BEST :D

Honestly, I didn't even think to read reviews of the places I moved to. I kinda don't take reviews (especially of non-food things) too seriously because like you said it's kinda iffy on how much value there is on people just making vague complaints when it happens no matter where you are. For things like roaches/mice, I'd question where was their unit? Was it near the community trash room (if there is one) or an area where dumpsters are? Was it on the 1st or 2nd floor? There's more likely to be bugs hanging around if you're closer to those.

If there's stray cats, mice might not be a problem because those cats may even be hunting any mice in the area. I think you showing up to the new complex unexpectedly is such a good idea, you've gone multiple times and it seems promising. I think how you've handled apt hunting has been really good! My main things when I looked for places to move were things like:

Is it near a busy street? Is that street a popular route home for people working/going to school? How's the traffic in the area?

How accessible are things like grocery stores/restaurants? gas stations?

What kind of people are living in the same complex? Families? College kids? Older people/retirees? What about the area? Is it near a school?

You could also check neighborhood rating sites (I can't remember the one I used sry) to see the walkability/safety of the area too to get a better idea.

Also keep in mind if you have any specific amenities. For example I really value having my own parking spot, or at least a designated area for parking because the cities I've lived in had god awful parking. I also look for things like how close Asian grocery stores are since I get most of my food from those. Just specific stuff like that if you have preferences

If anything else comes to mind I'll add on but here's just a few points!! I hope it helps!! GOOD LUCK FRIEND!!

[enluv]

WOLFGANG IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD ??? HELLO ??? SKZ WTF DID YOU PUT IN THIS SONG??? IT SLAPS SO HARD !!