#so soft for the kids (by the kids i mean maknae line)

[dreamofbona]

bona posted she voted for yeoreum for qdp excuse me while i cry

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Stray kids reaction to you having tattoos:

Hyung line / Maknae line

Sub!skz x Dom!m!reader

Cw: choking// scratching// dacryphilia// manhandling// slight mentions of punishment// belly bulge

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Chan

The first time chan ever met you he'd be fairly intimidated by you. But eventually eased up when he realised how soft and kind you really were

When you both started dating he'd be constantly tracing your tattoos, making you slightly squirm because of the ticklish feeling. He seems to enjoy how scary you seemed since people wouldn't even dare flirting with you, meaning he had you to himself.

Every time he saw you shirtless he couldn't help but squeeze his thighs together and close his eyes in hoped he doesn't end up in a 'sticky' situation;)

You'd always notice the effect of you shirtless had on him so you'd back him up into the closest surface, caging him in, leaning your head down so that your faces were a couple of inches apart and give him a sly, teasing smirk.

Poor baby would get so flustered at this, wanting nothing more than for you to take him apart right then right now. To wrap your long tattooed fingers around his throat and use him as you please, while he claws at your tattooed back.

Once he gets what he wanted he'd be a babbling mess, he'd be so overwhelmed at the feeling of you. His whole body would have a red flushed tint to it. You're brutal pace would send his brain into overdrive, he wouldn't even be able to form  coherent words

Lee Know

Never in a million years did he think he'd be so attracted to yet so intimidated by a guy younger than him. But here he was, his make-up artist, body covered in tattooes and his face with a couple of piercings.

Once you two started dating he'd be all over you, constantly feeling up your tattoos. He'd always ask you to take your shirt off so that he could gawk at you. He'd love to touch your chest tattoos, feeling you up and then lowering his hands down your waist.

He'd then dip the tip of his fingers into your waistband and drag his hands round to the back to tease you. Once you look at him with dark hooded eyes, raising your brow and poking your cheek with your tongue, he'd instantly stop teasing

Moving his hands back to the front, he'd lean up to kiss you whilst sliding his hands in your underwear, wrapping his fingers around your length. He'd pull away and whisper "I need you", looking up at you with bratty, pleading eyes.

He'd absolutely love to see your naked tattooed body on top of him, ruining him, making tears spill out of his eyes from being overwhelmed. You loved hearing his honey toned moans begging for you to slow down.

Changbin

Binnie would fall in love with you at first sight. You're exactly his type of man. He'd wanna touch your tattoos so bad, but he didn't wanna make you uncomfortable.

Eventually you two ended up together and Binnie couldn't be happier. He took great care of you. He also finally got to feel up your arm and thigh tattooes which made him squeal in excitement. You love seeing him so happy.

He'd go crazy seeing you naked on top of him. He'd be constantly praising you on how good you're making him feel

As much as he likes to be praised and worshipped, he would want you to ruin him. His favourite thing to do is to be face down ass up at the end of the bed while you stand behind him and fuck into him. His ass and thighs would jiggle with each harsh thrust into him.

He'd be begging for more. "Fuck, you feel so good", he'd probably be alot more vocal than expected, constantly telling you how good he feels, whining and whimpering everyime you hit that spot inside him.

He loves to be in your lap, at first he was scared of being too heavy since he has alot of muscle but after he rode you for the first time, he wanted to do it again. He loved feeling your tattooed hands push his hips down and towards your own. The feeling of being completely man handled by you can make him cum on the spot.

Hyunjin

Jinnie would be distant with you at first since he'd find you to be absolutely terrifying. But once he saw how sweet you were, bringing food in for all the members during dance breaks he grew very fond of you.

He'd feel butterflies in his tummy evertime you smiled at him or even just simply looked his way. He gained the confidence to ask you out to which you said yes to.

He mentioned he wanted a tattooe of his one but was to scared because of the needle. You offered to take him so he could hold your hand. He said that he'd give it some thought.

Hyunjin would go insane everytime your hand would grip his thighs, the tattoos on your hand and the protruding veins turned him on alot. He loves whenever they are wrapped tightly around his throat or stroking his length, teasingly gliding across his tip every so often making him whine and arch his back.

Whenever he acts up you'd punish him hard in hopes that he'd learn. But sadly for you he loved the thrill of having his scary, predator like boyfriend spanking him and tying him up. He loved the intimidating stares you gave as he wriggles around in his restraints

He loves your faux sympathy when it gets to much for him, when he's shaking and crying whilst being railed on your cock, long locks sprawled out on the pillows as sobs rack through his entire body. He'll do anything to get your naked body on top of him so that he can check out all the hidden tattooes. Since you know his love for them, you like to wear revealing clothes that show more skin, it drives your prince princess crazy

Since hyunjins a pillow princess, the worst punishment for him to receive is for him to ride you, force him to work for his orgasm. Eventually once he's done good enough you'll hold his hips in place and make him place his hands on each side of you head as you pound up into him.

Hyunjin also loves it whenever your tattooed fingers push against his bulging stomach, feeling you so deep inside him, stretching him out so good

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~□☆ seventeen imagines:

☆Types of kinks I think Seventeen has [hyung line version]

[ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT JUST FUCK OFF IF YOU DON'T LIKE THINGS LIKE THESE:) ]

[ Maknae line version ]

• masterlist • ps: reader here is a female with vagina and breasts and identifies as a female as well •

☆Seungcheol: (soft dom who goes hard eventually)

Breeding kink: this man wants kids so bad. Of course he'll talk with you about it and if you don't want kids he'll still love to fill you up with your consent of course.

Foreplay: please we all know he radiates big dick energy. Hence he needs to prepare you well before he uses the actual thing.

Very light bondage: loves tying up your hand with a piece of silk cloth

Creampie: he can and will make you cum more than once. And will make you squirt too <3

Praise kink: He. Has. A. Huge. Praise. Kink. He literally worships you and your body and well how good you're doing.

Daddy kink: self explanatory im hoping.

Thigh riding: he loves to see you struggle to get off, on his thigh without his help.

Extras: he's always so ready to try different positions when you tell him to.

☆Jeonghan: (switch with a sub lean who teases you a lot)

Edging: this man loves, literally loves to control your orgasm so that you cum hard later.

Oral fixation: either you are giving him the best head of his life or he's pussy drunk so he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

Sensory deprivation: he loves it when you blindfold him he loves the adrenaline rush he gets while anticipating what you might do next.

Pegging: he took a lot of time to open up about this and when he did he had the best experience ever.

Degradation: when he's taking control he will be like "only my fucking cock can make you feel this way and make a moaning mess of you right kitten" and so on<3

Overstimulation: he wants, sorry needs you to push his limits. It goes the same way around for you as well.

Extras: this man is very vocal. He will moan loudly. And has the ability to make you moan loudly as well.

☆Joshua: (the soft yet mean asf dom)

Edging: he loves to see how frustrated you get when he stops and doesn't lets you cum.

Shower sex: very self explanatory I'm hoping

Cockwarming: the warm feeling of your pussy around his cock. He loves it when you squeeze around his cock too.

Dacryphilia: he loves to make you cry on his cock, literally loves to see how desperate you become to reach your orgasms. "Fucking hell you're so pretty when you cry baby" that's what Joshua says.

Squirting: again, he loves to make you cry so he would push your limits a little bit if you give him the consent.

Praise kink: "being such a good girl for me yeah" "you're doing so fucking good baby" "you're driving me crazy do you realize that" yeah this man would go crazy.

Extras:he sometimes would let you ride<3 he would have his hands grabbing your hips while you ride him and cry on his cock<3.

☆Jun: ( soft dom through and through until he's- well- all riled up )

Edging: with his fingers and mouth until he uses the real thing.

Marking: he loves, literally loves to give you hickeys on your neck.

Creampie: he can and will make you cum twice to fill you up.

Overstimulation: he's soo pussy drunk he craves and needs more.

Bondage: he likes tying your hands only if you're okay with it and will try something new as well if you talk about it to him.

Sensory deprivation: he loves to blindfold you. Also he's into wax play

Mirror sex: this man's a menace as we all know. He literally loves the position where you're bent over on the edge of the bed while the mirror right beside the bed displays everything. He'll make you look at yourself while whispering "see how it's me who makes you scream like this baby". Yeah he's a menace.

Extras: he has a thing for you in lingeries because he loves foreplay.

☆Wonwoo (soft to kinda hard dom)

Edging: he enjoys it so much when you get frustrated because he isn't letting you cum. Oh and he will make you cry outta too much pleasure later on.

Dacryphilia: he will make you cry on his cock. No one can stop.

Choking: I hope that's self explanatory or should I say he loves it when silent moans slip from your lips and squirm a bit under him.

Daddy kink: I mean you can't convince me that this man doesn't have a daddy kink.

Degradation: oh he gets cocky on how you're crying on his cock begging for more.

Thigh riding: he loves it when you ride his thigh while hold onto him and he will kiss you while doing so with his hand on your hips while the other hand caressing through your hair.

Very light bondage: like tying your hands or just holding your hands together by the wrist while he thrust hard.

Extras: he has a thing for skirts because he likes how it slides up to your waist during the process and how easy access he gets as well, he can and will make you sit on his lap.

☆Woozi (switch with a dom lean but a switch)

Foreplay: he loves the intimacy of those kisses and touches all over each other's body before the actual thing takes place.

Creampie: this man loves it in a messy way with his cum dripping outta your pussy.

Squirting: told ya he loves it so so messy getting his freaking studio couch wet.

Slight like very slight exhibitionism: since he's fucking you in his studio.

Reverse cowgirl: this man loves literally lovesss groping your ass.

Mommy kink: he has a mommy kink you can't tell me otherwise. He gets very vocal when you ride him. He loves it when you take control and make a mess of him.

Praise kink: showers you with praise and makes you remember that you're the prettiest girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

Extras: he'll make you sit on his cock for hours when he's working. He relishes that warming yet tight feeling of your pussy.

☆Hoshi: (a pure switch with a slight sub lean)

Marking: he loves leaving bite marks and hickeys on your neck and chest.

Mommy kink: he'll moan so fucking loudly and lewdly when you ride and call him a babyboy.

Praise kink: it goes both ways. He showers you with praise. You shower him with praise as well.

Orgasm control: in other words edging. He has to see you struggling to cum. He wants you to beg for it as well.

Oral fixation: he's so pussy drunk too. He'll eat you out as well as finger you until you can't take it any more.

Creampie: another man who loves it so so messy. He'll make you squirt eventually as well and then he'll eat you out just to overstimulate you more.

Overstimulation: the sight of you squirming and crying on how good he makes you feel is literally heaven to him

Extras: he has a great stamina and will go on all night long in various positions until you're crying. He likes to bend you over on the table the most.

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a/n: I'm working on that Hoshi fanfic presently but i can't guarantee you when exactly I'll post.

Also here's the taglist till now: @hongmingoo @shuabby1994 , @nishloves , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @yumiyumis-blog

[If anyone wants to be in the taglist please comment under this post]

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Can you write something for yandere!skz where they are the reader best friend and they find her going on a date or texting / hanging with another guy? They love her romantically, it's just they're not dating because you know ... friendzone lol

You Don't Need Anyone Else But Me

They wouldn't allow you to think of them as just a friend or let anyone else have you.

Hyung line, Maknae line (coming soon)

💬 I’m posting this a bit late, and realizing it’s the last story I’ll share in 2024, I just want to say thank you once again for all the requests and feedback—your support means so much!

Stray Kids Masterlist 1.0 & 2.0

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Chan

Chan noticed you texting someone else, and though his expression remained calm, a storm was brewing behind his composed demeanor. He didn’t say anything at first, simply watching out of the corner of his eye. It wasn’t like you were hiding it, but that didn’t make it any easier for him. Every time he saw you typing away with a soft smile or noticed the screen lighting up with another notification, his chest tightened. He kept his distance, but inside, his mind was racing. At first, he convinced himself it wasn’t worth reacting to. You had your own life, your own friends, and he didn’t want to seem possessive—at least not openly. But he couldn’t resist the temptation to look over your shoulder when he thought you weren’t paying attention or find a reason to glance at your phone when you set it down. Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him, and he found a way to monitor your texts without you noticing. Each message he read felt like a dagger to his chest. The casual words, the emojis, the tone—he hated all of it. His fingers curled tightly around his own phone, the plastic creaking under the pressure. More than once, he had to stop himself from smashing it out of sheer frustration.

After days of silent agony, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. One evening, as you sat on the couch scrolling through your messages, he leaned over casually, his tone light and conversational. “Who’s that?” he asked, keeping his voice steady despite the tension in his chest. You glanced up briefly, not thinking much of the question. “Just a friend,” you replied with a small shrug before returning your attention to the screen. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he nodded. “Just a friend, huh?” The words tasted bitter on his tongue. Even if that was the truth, the idea of you giving anyone else your time, your attention, made his blood boil. For a moment, he just sat there, watching you text, his jaw tightening. The room felt heavier, the air more charged. Finally, his voice broke the silence again, low and calm but carrying an unsettling weight. “So... what are we?” You paused, looking up at him in confusion. “Friends,” you said simply, offering another nonchalant shrug before returning to your phone. That was the final straw.

The second you glanced back at the screen, he moved. In one swift motion, he snatched the phone from your hands and hurled it across the room. The sharp sound of it colliding with the wall echoed, followed by the unmistakable crunch of plastic and glass shattering. You stared in stunned silence as the remnants of your phone clattered to the floor. When you looked back at him, his expression had shifted entirely. His usual warmth was gone, replaced by a cold, unyielding intensity. “Wrong answer, darling,” he said, his voice low and dripping with menace. There was a dangerous edge to his tone that sent a shiver down your spine. Slowly, he stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto yours, daring you to look away. He leaned in slightly, his lips curling into a faint, almost mocking smile. “Try again,” he demanded, his voice soft but laced with a threat. “What are we?” The room was utterly silent, the weight of his presence pressing down on you as you struggled to find your voice. The person standing before you was no longer the kind, reassuring Chan you thought you knew—this was someone who would do anything to keep you by his side, no matter the cost.

Minho

Minho’s sharp eyes flicker to your phone as you type away, completely engrossed in your conversation. The soft smile playing on your lips as you stare at the screen makes his chest tighten, though he doesn’t let it show. He remains composed, calm, and collected, his expression betraying nothing. Silently, he observes, pretending not to care. You don’t even notice the way his sharp gaze traces every movement, catching the name and bits of the chat whenever the screen lights up. For Minho, life is meant to be orderly, controlled, and simple. He doesn’t like unnecessary complications or disruptions, and right now, this person you’re texting is an unwelcome disturbance. It’s not jealousy—at least, not in the way most people would understand it. To him, it’s about maintaining balance and control. A smile flickers on his lips, but it isn’t a warm or reassuring smile. It’s calculated, knowing. You think he’ll just let it go, that he’ll sit idly by while you let someone else occupy your attention? That’s cute. But Minho doesn’t tolerate things—or people—that threaten the order of his carefully constructed world. And in that world, you belong to him. He lets you enjoy your little conversation for now, even playing along with your obliviousness.

He pretends not to notice as you giggle softly at the messages, but in his mind, he’s already made his decision. He’ll deal with it, efficiently and thoroughly. He’s not the type to create unnecessary drama, but when the time comes, he knows exactly how to make sure this “friendship” of yours is dealt with. The next day, your texting buddy gets an unexpected visitor. Minho arrives at their door, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable. The slight curve of his lips might be mistaken for friendliness at first glance, but there’s something off about it, something chilling. His voice is calm, polite even, as he speaks to them, but there’s an unspoken warning in every word. The intensity in his gaze leaves no room for misunderstanding. By the time Minho leaves, the person knows better than to contact you again. Whatever charm or quiet menace he uses to mask his darker intentions, it’s devastatingly effective. Meanwhile, you remain oblivious, sitting with your phone later that evening, confused. The texts have stopped. No replies, no notifications. You’re left staring at the empty screen, wondering what went wrong. That’s when Minho makes his move. He doesn’t say a word at first, just silently watching as you frown at your phone. Then, like a shadow, he steps behind you, his presence looming but quiet. When you finally turn around, startled by the intensity of his closeness, he traps you in place.

His arms cage you against the nearest surface, leaving no room for escape. His face is close, so close that you can feel the heat of his breath. His dark eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. His slight smirk sends a chill down your spine, a perfect balance of amusement and something much darker. “He’s not worth waiting for,” Minho murmurs, his voice low and steady. The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air, sending a shiver through you. “Why can’t you see that I’m always here for you?” There’s a softness in his tone, but it’s deceptive. Beneath the surface, there’s an unyielding finality, a truth that you can’t ignore. The way he looks at you, as if you’re the only thing in his world, is overwhelming. You try to process his words, but the sheer force of his presence makes it hard to think straight. His closeness, the intensity of his gaze—it’s all too much. Minho tilts his head slightly, studying your expression with quiet amusement. “You don’t need anyone else,” he continues, his voice soft yet firm. “I’ll take care of everything, so you don’t have to.” The tension in the air is suffocating, the unspoken truth in his words impossible to ignore. There’s no escape from him—not that he would let you go anyway. To him, you’re the center of his carefully constructed world, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.

Changbin

Changbin’s behavior has taken a noticeable turn lately. At first, it was subtle—him sitting closer than usual, always leaning in to hear your thoughts or opinions, and laughing as he playfully took your phone out of your hands. It seemed harmless at first, just him being his usual teasing self. But over time, the teasing became more frequent, and his hold on your attention grew tighter. He’s constantly hovering now, his presence impossible to ignore. Every notification from your phone earns a sharp glance from him, his eyes darting to the screen before you can even react. You notice the way his body tenses slightly at the sound, his jaw tightening before he schools his features back into a grin. “Who is it?” he’d ask casually, though his tone always carries a subtle edge. If you hesitate to answer, he doesn’t push too hard, but you can feel the weight of his stare. More often than not, he’ll find a way to redirect your focus back to him, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes your phone, tossing it onto the couch or placing it somewhere out of reach. “You don’t need that right now,” he’d say with a laugh. “I’m way more fun, aren’t I?”

Sometimes, you catch him staring—not at you, but at your phone—with an expression you can’t quite read. It’s not jealousy, not entirely, but something more possessive, more calculating. His demeanor shifts whenever a message comes in, his eyes narrowing slightly before he shakes it off with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. What you don’t know is that Changbin has been working behind the scenes, his determination taking him down a path you wouldn’t have imagined. Step by step, he’s piecing together information about the person you’ve been texting. A quick glance at your screen here, a casual question there—it’s all he needs to get their number. When he finally gets it, it feels like a small victory, the first step in his carefully crafted plan. He doesn’t waste time. Behind your back, he initiates contact, his tone friendly but firm as he makes his intentions clear to this person. The conversations are short, but Changbin’s words have an impact. Slowly but surely, your messages from this person become less frequent, their replies shorter and more distant until, eventually, they stop altogether. You notice the change, confused by the sudden silence from someone you used to talk to so often.

“Weird,” you mutter to yourself, but Changbin only smiles, his expression smug yet unreadable. To him, this is a victory—a testament to his persistence and the lengths he’s willing to go to for you. “Why? You no longer texting anyone?” he asks one day, his voice light but laced with satisfaction. He steps closer, his fingers reaching out to gently tilt your chin so you’re looking directly at him. “I told you they don’t know you as well as I do.” There’s something both comforting and unsettling in his gaze, the way his dark eyes seem to see right through you. His thumb brushes against your cheek in a gesture so tender it sends shivers down your spine. “And for me,” he continues, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone, “I care for you the most. More than I probably should.” His words linger in the air, heavy with meaning, as his hand caresses your cheek with a touch so gentle it’s almost disarming. You try to focus on his words, but it’s hard when his gaze is so intense, so unwavering. The weight of his presence feels suffocating, yet there’s an undeniable pull, as though his world is the only place you should be. Changbin isn’t just pulling you closer physically—he’s drawing you into his world, a place where he’s the only one who truly understands and cares for you.

Hyunjin

Everything spiraled when Hyunjin discovered you were texting someone else. At first, it was disbelief—a quiet, unsettling pang in his chest that grew heavier with each passing second. But the true blow came when he realized you didn’t see him as anything more than a friend. His carefully constructed fantasy of you and him felt like it was falling apart. Hyunjin wasn’t one to let it end there. His mind raced, desperately piecing together a way to reclaim what he believed was his. He couldn’t accept this reality, so he decided to bend it to his will. Each step was carefully calculated, his determination unwavering. Getting rid of that person you were texting wasn’t just an idea—it became his mission. He didn’t rely on obvious tactics like scaring them away; no, that would’ve been too crude. Instead, he crafted a more subtle, insidious plan, weaving a web of lies designed to trap you. Hyunjin’s natural charisma made it easy to spread rumors. Fabricated stories about this person’s character found their way to your ears, whispered through mutual acquaintances and amplified by the people around you. He planted seeds of doubt, ensuring that even your friends began to echo his concerns.

The world started to feel unsafe, untrustworthy—except for him. When you finally asked him about what you’d heard, his response was heartbreakingly vulnerable. His soft eyes brimmed with concern, his voice trembling just enough to tug at your heartstrings. “I don’t want you to get hurt by the wrong person,” he whispered, his tone so genuine it was impossible to ignore. “They’re not good for you. Please, believe me.” Hyunjin was a master manipulator, wielding his vulnerability like a weapon. He knew exactly how to guilt-trip you, how to make you question your own instincts. His innocent façade was so convincing that even you, who thought you knew him well, couldn’t see through it. Over time, the person you were texting began to pull away. Their messages grew infrequent, distant, until one day, they stopped entirely. You didn’t understand why—until you began to notice how others talked about them. The judgment in their voices mirrored everything Hyunjin had warned you about, reinforcing his narrative. Confused and hurt, you turned to Hyunjin for comfort. “I warned you,” he murmured, his hands gentle as they reached for yours. “I just want to protect you.” His words felt like a balm, his gaze filled with a mix of tenderness and quiet triumph.

Little by little, you started to rely on him more. The walls he built around you didn’t feel like a trap—they felt like a safe haven. His presence was comforting, his attention all-encompassing. And just as he’d planned, you began to see him differently—not just as a friend, but as something more. “Promise me,” he whispered one evening, his voice low and filled with quiet desperation. “Promise you’ll always be here for me.” His eyes searched yours, and without hesitation, you nodded, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess them. “I promise.” That was all he needed. Hyunjin’s lips curved into a soft smile, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Good,” he said, his voice soothing, almost hypnotic. “Because I’ll always be here for you, too. I’ll protect you from everything—even yourself, if I have to.” You didn’t realize it then, but you’d walked straight into his trap. The doubts, the rumors, the guilt—it had all been part of his carefully laid plan to bring you closer to him. Now, with you by his side, Hyunjin made it his mission to ensure you’d never leave. He didn’t just want you to love him—he wanted you to believe you couldn’t exist without him. To him, this was how it was always meant to be.

[spiceofvy]

🐙 here. again. How about Stray Kids as sugar babies? I don't mean that they're like, broke, but like if their partner treats them so much and so often that the sugar baby sugar parent jokes speak for themselves.

Anyway, who likes what kind of gifts; such as For-maximum-eyecandy-effect, being taken to events, cool tech, treated to food, that sort of thing. ...something around those lines, I mean, you're the writer so maybe you got a cooler spin on this.

Am currently unemployed and can't treat nobody rn but I feel the itch to be a sugar parent nowdays.

Hope you knock em dead ✌️

Spoiling SKZ with gifts

cws: fluff, gender neutral reader, two sensual innuendos (hyunjin, jeongin)

Chan: Noooo don't buy him things. He is the one that wants to spoil you instead. That's like his duty in the relationship. But he will wear anything and everything you buy for him. Especially if it's skzoo merch, but only if you also get something matching for yourself or else he will get it for you. Will pout and blush when you give him something but when someone asks him about it he will proudly tell everyone that you got it for him.

Minho: Shamelessly asks for things he likes but only he is 100% percent sure that you don't mind spending money on him and actually enjoy buying him stuff. Would totally love some expensive cat toys, or those treat dispensers that cats have to activate by pressing a button or solving a puzzle. Also enjoys being taken to super fancy restaurants, but he always insists on paying for the dessert. Once send you a picture of a fancy kitchen appliance as a joke and was very shocked when you actually got it for him.

Changbin: Our rich boy makes a challenge out of it. Who can spend more money on the other? Doesn't love to go out to restaurants but likes to get luxury takeout instead. Also enjoys a lot of expensive workout gear. Sends you even more workout pics afterwards. Answers any gift of yours with one of his own. Also shares every piece of food with you that you paid for and asks you to come to the gym with him so you can see him in the new gear.

Hyunjin: Less shameless than Minho, he wont straight up ask for things but instead sometimes just sends you links to stuff he likes. Especially likes being taken out to art shows or galleries. Or full shopping trips. Always models the stuff you got him afterwards for you. Especially when it's jewelry or perfume he wears only the jewelry and the perfume. Will totally tell the other boys that you paid for it, like the proud sugar baby he is.

Jisung: Mostly asks for food. Like snacks and (imported) candy. Ask absolutely shamelessly for it. Especially at food stands, picks like every different taste and makes you try it with him. Gets super happy about the good food. Also likes to be taken out to carnivals and theme parks. Prepare to pay and wear silly headbands and pose for all the photo ops. Also always buys you something in return.

Felix: Really enjoys being treated like that. Blushes dark red when you give him something and thanks you by plastering kisses all over your face. Especially like some fancy gaming equipment or lootboxes or genshin pulls. Totally shows off his new equipment to you and brags about it towards the others. Would never directly ask for anything, except for plushies. He gives them names and then treats them like they are your children.

Seungmin: Was really shy when you started to buy things for him. But he actually enjoys being spoiled. Mostly baseball tickets and manga. Really impressed when you know a new release before him. Gets soft about those gifts and treasures them a lot. Always blushes a little when he gets something from you. Invites you out for dinner shortly after you gifted him something.

Jeongin: Really enjoys being spoiled, full maknae mode. Loves getting clothes and short vacations. But always pays you back afterwards. Models the clothes, and gets you something matching. Massage your shoulders on the beach you took him too. Surely only with the intention to spread sun protection on your shoulders and back. Don't mind his hands wandering lower, and his pretty new clothes landing on the ground.

[misotsukiiyeooo]

97 line?? for the "what they call their s/o" ❤

What I think SVT would call their S/O

95 line, 96 line, 97 line, Maknae line

A/N: I totally forgot about doing the rest, thanks for reminding me!!

This is just my opinion, nothing too serious..reqs are open!

Lee Seokmin: Sunshine/ Flower

Listen...it may be a bit cheesy (It's extremely cheesy) but HE'S A SWEET HEARTTT!!! So it makes sense for him to be cheesy with you.

"Sunshine!!"

Seokmin rushes into your room before you're even able to respond.

"Should we go outside today?!?" He's like a little puppy waiting to be walked. 'How cute' You thought.

"Hm..should we?" You tease him a bit as he's waiting for your answer.

"Yes, we should! This new restaurant opened and I think we should check it out!"

"A fancy restaurant?" You know you would go anywhere with him anyway but you love dragging it out a bit.

"Well, it's not so fancy... you could wear something simple." Seokmin shrugs causing you to smile at his cuteness.

"Alright, let me get ready first." The smile on his face was so wide, it even made you smile.

After coming out with a soft purple dress you see Seokmin look at you in awe.

"Aw, you look just like a pretty flower." His compliments never fail to make you blush.

"Thank you, Minnie. Should we get going?"

"Oh, yes. Let's go!"

Kim Mingyu: Shorty

Hear me out, we all know he gets bullied by his members...and also by you. But sometimes this man just needs to get away with something right? And that something is teasing you because of your height.

"Mingyu...these pants are huge on me."

In the mall, he enters your dressing stall to check.

Laughing at you hysterically, you just watch him, pouting.

"They look so baggy on you!" He wipes the tears falling from his eyes.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny..." Looking up at him with crossed arms, he finally stops.

"My little shorty..it's okay. We'll just go shop at a kid's store." Before you can hit him, he rushes out sensing you're anger.

"I love you, Shorty!" Mingyu giggles as you're trying your best to change fast so you can get him.

Xu Minghao: Angel

I don't think I have a clear explanation on this...it just feels right and I'm sure you know what I mean.

"Angel?" Minghao peeks in the room to make sure you're okay.

"You can come in you know." He walks in holding a cup with some liquid in it.

"I made you some tea, it should help with your cramping." He walks closer, handing you the mug as you take it, smiling at his thoughtfulness.

"Thank you so much, Hao." You look at him with sincerity.

"No need to thank me, Angel. I'm always here if you need me."

"Hm...you know what I really need right now?" He sits on the bed massaging your thigh tenderly.

"Hm?"

"Some cuddles..." He immediately smiles and nods.

"Of course Angel, anything for you."

Reqs are open!!

Taglist!!

@jjunie-0 @minminghao @honglynights @allieyaaa

[7ndipity]

Dating Jin headcanons

Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: swearing, teeny bit suggestive

A/N: More headcanons because they're fun and I can't sleep🤷. Working on these lists is making me so soft for the members all over again, it's crazy. Anyway, hope you like them!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Jin is like dating your best friend.

Cause, I mean, you basically are.

He is a hopeless romantic, in every sense of the phrase.

A Classic Gentleman. Opens doors for you, holds your hand on the stairs, shows up for your first date in a suit with bouquet of flowers(even though your just going to the fair or smth)

So awkward when you first start dating, his ears probably stayed red for a solid three weeks.

Does that blushy, flustered laugh thing anytime you complement him. Like yeah, he knows he's Mr.WWH, but hearing it from you just hits different, man.

He admitted before to getting so lost in daydreaming about his future s/o that he's burned food, and I think that would still happen(hopefully to a less severe degree) now that he has you.

Like, you'll be talking about something and look over at him, and he just has that distant look in his eyes. And you're like "Hello?" And he just blurts out something like "We should get a cat." "What?!"

You've heard his dad jokes, now get ready for the cheesiest, cringiest pick-up lines ever.

"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me & you together." "Please stop." "Are you from Paris? Because Eiffel for you." "That doesn't even make sense!"

His flirt game is actually pretty good tho, he's just so nonchalant about it, that it tends to catch you off guard.

You:*walks in room* Him: "Wow." You:"What?" Him:"I just forgot how gorgeous you were."

Likes taking you on fancy dates, but usually prefers cozier, lowkey dates with you.

Like, one day he'll take you to the nicest restaurant in town, the next, he's dragging your ass to some lake to go fishing.

Cooking dates that start out pretty cute and sweet, but become increasingly unhinged as time goes on(there's a korean youtube channel TryToEat, that I swear is what he would be like)

Calls you things like 'Jagi' and 'Honey', as well as more weird, Jin-esque names like 'Bubble'(he thinks it's cute, just go with it)

Couples outfits that range from matching sweatsuits to those t-shirts that say "if found, please return to Jin" & "I'm Jin".(He claims it's for safety reasons because what if he loses you at the mall or smth?)

Y'all pick on each other constantly.

"You look like a Pokémon." "Big talk for someone built like fucking Dorito."

Like, you've seen him with Jungkook, he's a menace. But now, he's your menace. (Imma pray for you)

But he's the only one allowed to pick on you. Anyone else who tries is in for the cussing out of a lifetime.

House Husband Vibes.

Takes pride in looking after you, whether that's taking care of you when you're sick, or just making dinner on a random Wednesday. It makes him feel needed.

Speaks as if you're already married.

"Think about the kids." "What kids?!" "The cats!" "We don't have cats yet!" "Aha, yet! So we are going have some eventually!"

Has the tendency to finish every conversation by giving you a lil smooch. (Doesn't matter if he was talking to you or someone else, you're getting kisses)

Needy

Literally hangs off of you whenever he's tired or wants attention.

Long, drawn out kisses where he backs you against the wall or counter that can make you forget about anything else other than him.

Likes to lay on you rather than with you. Like, you are his favorite pillow, and he will whine if you don't let him have his pillow time, cause he's a dramatic mf.

"AGH, Y/N-AH LOVES ME NOT! HOW WILL I GO ON?!

The other members don't call him the actual maknae for no reason, he's kinda baby.

You're one of the only people who get to see his more serious sides though, however brief their appearances may be.

Argues with you over the dumbest shit, but avoids actually fighting with you like a plague.

Overall, he's very sweet though and would do anything for you. Idk, he's just so, 💞ugh, yeah Imma go now.

[atinyjules]

Xikers reaction to s/o fixing their hair please !

XIKERS REACTION TO S/O FIXING THEIR HAIR

Ooo a cutee one! Here you go~

Happy reading!

Middle line version and Maknae line version (coming soon)

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Xikers x Reader

Warnings: none

Minjae

The first time you did it was when the both of you were in a cafe together after escaping the windy weather and you couldn't help but notice how the wind had completely destroyed Minjae's otherwise very clean and well styled soft locks. So without a warning you just leaned over the table and began fixing his hair with your fingers.

"And then I scolded Yechan for doing that when I myself had did the same thing some time back-" Minjae had cut his own words after flinching at the sudden contact of your fingers with his hair.

"W-What are you doing?" he asked with a confused expression.

"Fixing your hair? The wind messed up your hair so I'm just trying to fix it." you said without making eye contact with him, too focussed on fixing his hair.

Minjae couldn't help but heat up from the sweet gesture and just waited patiently as he watched you fix his hair with fond eyes. And from then on he'd just bring his head to your level and be like 'could you please fix my hair?' whenever he had to attend any events or just go out. Fixing his hair had become like a routine for you not that you were complaining.

Junmin

You and Junmin were out in the beach for date night and nothing could be more perfect than having a candlelight dinner in the sandy beach adorned with rose petals and candles with the love of your life...that was until it began to rain heavily and resulted with the both of you running towards your car for shelter.

As the both of you sat in the car decked with soft towels you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of your boyfriend's dishevelled and poofy hair.

"What?" Junmin asked visibly confused as you cupped his cheek and brought him closer to you.

"Your hair's all messy and poofy! Here let me fix it." you said and chuckled as you ran your fingers through his hair and evened it out.

"If it means getting your full attention, I don't mind running in the rain everytime it rains." he confessed with a blush as he looked at you like you were his universe.

"Shut up~! You'll fall ill!" you whined, face turning as red as a tomato.

"I'm really not kidding!" he said with a chuckled as he pulled you in for a hug.

Sumin

Sumin was the total package according to you because he was not only a loving and a kind person but a very compassionate and understanding person when it came to your relationship. Plus he was an energetic and crazy ball of fluff who was surprisingly the only person who could keep up with your level of craziness.

It was one of those crazy days when it happened. You and Sumin were bored so you guys went to an adventure park. After riding the roller coaster it left the both of your hair crazy and messy.

"Oh my gosh...your hair!" You said breaking into a fit of laughter at Sumin's poofy and messy hair.

"Look at yours too!" Sumin said as the both of you began laughing.

"Come here!" you exclaimed and chuckled as you fixed his hair catching him by surprise. And after you were done Sumin began fixing your hair too.

"What are you doing?" you questioned as he smiled and kissed your forehead.

"Returning the favor." he said sweetly as he fixed your hair and patted it, after he was done the both of you were on your way to another ride.

[theyluvangel]

Stray kids maknae line - how they are in bed

Hyung line has already been posted!

MDNI

Han

I can't see this man as anything other than a sub.

he could dom if you wanted him too, but he'd probably give up and let you take control eventually

he can be bratty, but he tries to be your good boy :(

he likes a mix of praise and degradation, call him your good little slut

LOVES getting pegged

edge him, overstimulate him, he loves it all

hes a whiner

may cry too

loves giving and receiving hickeys

he is so baby boy

will basically let you do anything to him

hes loud asf

he has absolutely no shame in the loud noises that come out of him

even if he's gagged he's still extremely loud

aftercare is very important

chances are he's in subspace, which means an already clingy jisung is now even more clingy

will not let you leave his side.

if you're able to clean yourselves up, cuddles need to happen immediately after

put on a movie and cuddle jisung, he will fall asleep a happy man

10/10 your best boy

Felix

i personally can't see this man as anything other than a sub, but a lot of people write him as a dom

i'll call him a switch for now

as a dom he's extremely soft, missionary is his favorite

as a sub he needs to be pampered, pillow princess all the way

but sometimes a switch clicks in him and he wants to be absolutely used

peg him until he can't walk, he wants to be ruined

I can only imagine how pretty he'd look, tears running down his freckled cheeks, long blonde hair sticking to his sweaty forehead

he definitely loves dressing up for you, in pretty lace lingerie, skirts, and bows

I think he has 3 modes

soft dom

pillow princess sub

hard sub that wants to be ruined

my man can't just choose one to stick with

for my dom!Felix lovers, he is an absolute sweetheart, missionary or spooning position

whispers praises in your ear while he fucks into you at a gentle pace

no matter if he's on top or bottom, he's clingy

needs to hold onto you at all times

restraints are only for punishments

he seems like the type to cry from pure pleasure

aftercare is vital.

clingy boy pt.2

if he was on top, he'll prioritize your cleanliness and well being first

but if he was on bottom, oh lord

he needs kind words and lots of cuddles/kisses

aftercare may take a while

he falls deep into subspace so he really needs your help to pull him out of it

11/10 my bias if you couldn't tell

Seungmin

similar to Minho, bratty dom

teases the FUCK out of you

loves edging and overstimulating you

headpusher all the way

very much into pain play

if you asked nicely he would go softer on you

but he loves seeing you beg

I think he'd be into petplay as well

gets you collars and dog ears

i think he'd like temperature play as well, mainly using wax

he'd tie you to the bed as he drips hot red wax down your body (the skin safe type of course)

loves degrading you, making fun of you, and humiliating you

may have a piss kink

aftercare is kinda lacking with this man

he doesn't really know what to do

makes sure you're cleaned up, wants to ensure you're comfortable and not in too much pain

probably puts on a movie or TV show

not a big cuddler, but aftercare is the exception

8/10 not necessarily my type

I.N

i feel like he's kinda inexperienced so he'll just go with the flow

switchy vibes???

I can see him as a dom and a sub

i feel like sex with him doesn't have a strong power dynamic

you want to ride him and be on top? Great! you want him to fuck you doggystyle? Also great!

into using handcuffs on both you and himself

lets out soft moans and groans, he probably gets embarrassed and tries to muffle them :(

needs praise and reassurance

missionary is a go-to

he loves being able to look into your eyes while he fucks you

but he also probably buries his face in your neck

HICKEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

loves marking you up so others know you're taken

gets turned on easily, so you'll end up giving him a blow/hand job at random moments in the day

aftercare is simple

I can't see him being into anything too rough, so aftercare doesn't require a lot

cuddles+kisses+reassurance

needs to know he did good and made you feel good

9/10 its new for him

[ot8archivesblog]

FanCall (Hyung Line)

꒰ ͜͡➸ Pairing: Hyung Line x Reader

꒰ ͜͡➸ Genre: Fluff, Anxiety, Reader takes care of Hyung Line member, kissing, cuddling, mentions of insults, insecurities, (slight) angst but a lot of fluff!!

You‘ll find the Maknae line on the Masterlist

꒰ ͜͡➸ w/c: 3,1k

꒰ ͜͡➸Masterlist

Chan:

You knew how much Chan loved it to converse with Stay. He loved Channie’s Room as well and you knew how down he had been, when he couldn’t do it any longer but you also understood. It was difficult for Chan’s room to stay as it was, now that they’d become more famous, but the hopes were not crushed entirely yet. He could still sometimes do lives and he was planning to. However, there were also moments that didn’t go to well and these moments often manifested themselves in FanCalls. Most FanCalls were just adorable and Chan always came back home, smiling like a little kid, telling you about the interactions he had with Stay. You could argue that those times were his happiest moments, because he really loved Stay a lot. You always tried to stay off TikTok when those FanCall days were, because you wanted Chan to tell you everything about them first. Today was one of those days. They had just won a few awards a day prior and today had been one of their FanCalls. Chan had been super excited the whole day beforehand and even before leaving, so you hoped they would go well. However, when he came back home, you were met with quite the frown. “Channie? Everything okay?” You got up from the couch, approaching your frowning boyfriend, as he threw his jacket onto the couch and hugged you. “Yeah.” It certainly didn’t sound like he was okay at all. “Are you sure? You sound down. Do you want to talk about it?” You softly let your fingers run through his hair and when he finally moved back a little so that you could see his face, you cupped it softly and smiled at him. “I’ll make something warm to drink and then you can tell me all about it, okay?” He nodded and went to the bathroom to change, while you prepared some hot beverages. After making yourself comfortable on the couch, Chan joined you and pulled you closer. “So, what happened? You were so excited this morning.” You questioned softly. Of course you knew it had to do with the FanCalls, there was no other explanation as to why he was so down after returning from it. “A Fan asked me about Chan’s room…” And there it was. You knew how uncomfortable that made him. He really wanted to continue it too, but he just couldn’t. At least not for now. Maybe if the situation cooled down a bit, he would be able to do it again. “Hey, it’s okay. I know how that makes you feel but I’m sure Stay’s don’t say it to make you uncomfortable. They just miss you, just as you miss them. Don’t be too sad, I’m sure you can do them soon again and then it’ll be okay. So don’t worry too much, okay?” He nodded, the soft features you loved returning to his face as he kissed you softly.

Minho:

It was usual for Minho to wake up early. He was always working out, working on his dancing or just enjoying some quiet time before he had to meet up with the others. Today was an exception. He had woken up even earlier than normally, accidentally waking you up as well. As you looked at the time, you sat up shooting him a confused look. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” “It’s fine, but why are you up so early?” You rubbed your eyes, so that your gaze could focus on him. “Today’s the FanCall event.” He answered quietly, knowing you’re still half-asleep. You nodded at that and fell back asleep, not being able to keep your eyes open. Minho may appear rather timid to many, but he is a very soft person. He gets excited a lot about these events but also rather anxious. He knows there are a lot of international fans and he can’t speak English very well, which makes him quite anxious. He always wakes up early on these days, to look through some English phrases just in case. He is learning it in general everyday, even though he doesn’t have to. You always told him that his fans surely won’t mind if he cannot speak it perfectly, because he never learnt but he always says he still wants to try for Stay. He wants to be able to converse with them and speak freely with them. You knew how much he loved Stay and it always filled you with joy when he comes back from the FanCalls and tells you how well they went and how Stay’s always complimented his English and him in general. It was always so cute to see his eyes light up when he told you, or his smile which often happened unintentionally as he recalled those moments. Which is why you were quite surprised when he came home later on, looking rather down. He didn’t even say a word to you, before going to the bathroom. He came back after he changed and you sat down next on the couch to him, staying in silence for a few minutes. Minho was a sensitive person, but he didn’t show it too often. So when he got hurt or something bothered him, he mostly kept silent about it and just got over it himself. From the beginning of your relationship, you had made it clear to him that you’d always respect that and that you would wait for him to open up himself to you, whenever he felt ready for it. So you just took his hand, giving him your silent support, so that he knew that you were ready to listen whenever he wanted to speak. After a few minutes of silence, he softly tightened his hold on your hand before letting go again and you nodded. You got up, making some warm tea for the both of you before sitting down next to him again. “Is it because of the FanCall event?” You finally questioned. The little squeeze of your hand, was basically his confirmation that he was ready to talk, so you figured you could break the silence. It was a silent understanding you two had. “Yes.” “What happened?” You softly held his hand again, while you turned to him. “Do I make people awkward with my English?” Your heart broke at his question. “Awkward? No, why would you?” “Because I don’t completely understand them and can’t give good replies to them. Do you think it makes them feel weird?” “I don’t think so. Winning a FanCall with you is something they really want. And they know about your English, which has gotten pretty good by the way, so I don’t think any of your fans really mind. Why do you think so?” “A fan kind of pointed it out.” “I’m sure the fan didn't mean it like that. Don’t worry too much about it. I see so many edits of Stay’s praising your English and saying that it’s cute.” “Really?” He finally looked at you, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Yes, really. Wait let me find some of those edits!” His eyes lit up with excitement as you showed him the different videos of Stay’s praising his English and praising him in general. 

Changbin:

Changbin loved FanCalls, just like the other members did. He got overly excited and giddy every time there was one going on. He was even more giddy because of the award they had just won a day ago, so being able to converse with Stay immediately the next day was even more exciting to him. He had barely finished his session in the Gym, kissing you goodbye before he left after showering. You loved his FanCalls with Stay. While the Korean Stay’s often disregarded him and ignored him, the international Stay’s just loved him. You had seen millions of edits that supported that and you could totally understand why. Changbin looked amazing, just as the others did. In your eyes, they all could be the Visual of Stray Kids. Their uniqueness, is what makes them so handsome and they all leave a lasting impression on anyone looking at them. But Changbin in particular, left international Stay’s, mostly, in awe. Being one of the rare idols who made it his goal to build a buff physic was what drew many Stay’s towards him and he looked amazing. You noticed his muscles getting bigger each time and you wondered how much bigger they would get. It would be a lie to say you didn’t love it. He could carry you with ease and would be able to do so even if you eve gained weight, which by the way Changbin would love as he had told you many times when you got insecure. Changbin was just a sweetheart, so when he came back home with a frown on his face, you were quite surprised. “Binnie? Is everything okay?” You got up from the Couch, pausing the movie you were watching as you were waiting for him to come back. “I don’t know. Something really bothered me.” He sighed as he sat down next to you. “Do you want to go change and I’ll heat up some of the food I made and then we’ll talk about it?” He smiled softly at you before he nodded, getting up from the couch and making his way to the bedroom. You followed soon, but went to the kitchen instead. It had become a ritual for the two of you, to always talk about stuff that bothered you over food that you liked. It helped keep the positive things in mind. Plus you were sharing it with the person you love most, which also made both of you feel better about whatever situation you were in. After joining him on the couch, with two plates he pulled you closer to him and you leaned in his shoulder, listening to his breathing. The first few minutes went by, as you both quietly chewed on your food before Changbin broke the silence. “It’s about a FanCall, something really bothered me.” He confessed and you leaned back slightly to be able to look at him. “What exactly bothered you?” “I can’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but I just felt uncomfortable.” “It’s really annoying that you cannot hang up on a call if you feel uncomfortable.” You sighed. Changbin was a very emotional person, feeling when something was off about someone else. So him feeling uncomfortable with someone meant that the person gave him a weird feeling. You always trusted Changbin’s feelings. “Well it’s over now. I can understand that it bothered you and that you felt uncomfortable, but you’re home now. I hope you won’t have any uncomfortable FanCalls anymore… Though I wish JYP would allow you to just hang up in moments like these.” “Wouldn’t that be unfair to the Fan though?” Changbin questioned as he took another bite. “Isn’t it more unfair to you? I mean you’re a human being too. You deserve to have the opportunity to end something that makes you feel bad. It’s the same as if someone would force me to stay on the phone with someone who insults me.” “Fair point. Thank you for listening to me.” He smiled softly at you and you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Of course. I’ll always be here for you.”

Hyunjin:

You had woken up way earlier than normally because of Hyunjin’s worried running around. Yawning softly you sat up on the bed and looked over at your boyfriend, who was trying to find something in his closet, in the dark. “You can turn on the light, I’m awake.” He didn’t hesitate a second, turning the lights on and going back to searching around. He was anxious and excited because of the FanCall that was scheduled today. They had just won an award yesterday and were even more excited because a FanCall was scheduled today. You knew Hyunjin always got excited when he got the opportunity to talk to Stay. The edits of him lovingly gazing at Stay made you fall in love with him even more. He loved Stay a lot and always tried to give his best for them. Which explained his worried self running around the room. Saying he was dramatic would be mean though. You knew that many people called him that, but you could understand him in these moments. He got the opportunity to talk to the people who loved him and his music, so of course he wanted to look his best, even though he never looked bad in the first place. “What are you searching for? Maybe I can help.” You got up from the bed, wondering what he was searching for. He had put his clothes and jewellery out yesterday afternoon already, so he couldn’t be searching for that. “My clothes and jewellery! I put them out yesterday but now I cannot find them.” He exclaimed, not turning to look at you. You sighed, going to the bathroom bringing him the things he had been searching for. “You said yesterday that you don’t want to wake me, so you’ll hang them in the bathroom.” You chuckled softly when he turned to you and the realisation hit him. “I’m sorry!” He whined and hugged you tightly. “Careful the clothes.” You chuckled again as he immediately let go. He was still early so he didn’t have to rush. He changed immediately and kissed you softly, before he left for the event. You couldn’t wait for him to tell you all about it when he came back, for now you would resume your sleep. It was way too early to be up. After waking up you quickly made something to eat for later, when Hyunjin returned and figured you could take a peak at TikTok to get some information about the FanCalls. However, you rather got worried than happy as people were calling Hyunjin out for something you were sure he’d never do. It lead you to put your phone away and wait for his return anxiously. You were sure he heard about it too and worried. Since the bullying allegations that had been made against him, you always worried for him as these things affected him easily. And you were proven right once again when he returned home. Nothing of the carefree and happy aura, from this morning, was on him any longer and he just looked tired. “Jinnie, baby, what happened?” You questioned as you immediately went to him, softly embracing him. He leaned his forehead on your shoulder and loosely wrapped his arms around you. “I don’t understand why it’s always me… I really didn’t do anything.” His voice sounded so quiet and broken, that it broke your heart into a million pieces. “I know baby, I know you didn’t. Of course you didn’t. Anyone saying something else certainly doesn’t know you.” You lead him towards the couch, holding his hands softly while looking at him. He didn’t meet your eyes, mostly focusing on your hands. “Jinnie, look at me please.” He looked up at you and the sad gaze nearly brought you to tears. “Stay’s know that you would never do something like that.” “How do you know?” “Because I’ve been on social media since I saw it and Stay’s are defending you furiously. You should see them. They’re so mad.” You let go off one of his hands, pulling your phone out and showing him. While going through the posts and comments you could see his smile returning to his face. “Stay’s love you just as much as you love them, Jinnie.” He smiled at you before you got the food ready and he told you about all the other FanCalls.

[minnielvrr]

Photoshooot- Part 3

Lee: Hyunjin Ler: Minho Word count: 2.2k

Hyunjin and Seungmin cackled as they ran away from a fuming Minho for what seemed to be the millionth time today. “Hyunjin, I swear to god, do that ONE more time and I will kill you. And you Kim Seungmin, I promise you won’t be smiling by the time I’m done with you.” The amount of venom dripping from his voice ought to have scared the two brats off, but they had chosen to be selectively deaf today.

Seungmin eventually learnt that Minho did, in fact, mean what he said when he was dragged off to the dressing room during their break after he had messed around one too many times. It was obvious what went on behind the closed doors when screams and pleas ensued amidst desperate laughter and 5 minutes later, Minho walked out with a blushy, messy haired puppy in tow. The obvious tear tracks and heaving shoulders earned him enough teases from everyone to last the rest of their filming.

For the remainder of their break and their MV shooting, Seungmin stayed well out of Minho’s way, flinching away with giggly apologies every time the older wiggled his fingers in his direction, smirking in satisfaction at the reactions he got.

In retrospect, Hyunjin thought he should really have taken the hint then, he really should have let Minho be. But his lee mood had suggested otherwise, and really, who was he to fight that? “Piggy,” he called out just as Minho sat down, having just finished his part. Minho sighed, tilting his head up to shoot a glare at Hyunjin who scampered off, giggling in delight. Minho shook his head, distracting himself from the ler mood that had creeped up on him mid-shoot, fiddling with some heart shaped handcuffs he’d found. He’d caught the glint in Hyunjin’s eyes, just before the ferret had turned away. A glint that told tales about how the younger seemed to actually be feeling. Lino bit back an annoyed smile. Oh, he was just so obvious, wasn’t he? How adorable.

Unfortunately for Hyunjin, the rest of the shoot went smoothly. Minho and Changbin caught Felix just as they finished work for the day and tickled him lightly, holding him in their lap and tickling his worries away, the others cooing adoringly at the sight before them. From the corner of his eyes, Minho saw Hyunjin staring longingly at the scene unfolding, feet tapping impatiently on the floor. His cheeks were splotched pink, the color slowly spreading to his neck and ears. Cooing internally and smiling smugly to himself on the outside, the two finished off, cuddling Lix for a little before getting ready to go home. The boys had planned a movie night at the Lino and maknae line dorm and soon everyone was showered and ready. Minho, Chan and Felix had volunteered to prepare some homemade snacks and had told the others to stay away from their kitchen until they finished up.

So having being banished from their only source of food, the five kids lounged around in the living room for a bit before cuddling up together on the sofa in front of their projector screen. The fairy lights Jeongin and Felix had set up earlier emanated a soft glow that perfectly set the mood for the evening. And vocalracha, as bratty as ever, had sat themselves down on either side of Hyunjin, leaning in to whisper teases in the poor boys’ ears until he finally snapped, “Okay, so since you guys just love to tease me, why don’t you actually do something about it?!”

“Oh no, Lino hyung has already staked his claim on you,” Seungmin giggled, shivering a little when he remembered what had happened today. “Yeah, we’re just having our fun in the meantime,” Jeongin piped in, loving how flustered Hyunjin looked. “I hate you both so much,” Hyunjin sighed, plopping himself down between the arm of the sofa and Changbin who stroked Jinnie’s hair as he scrolled on TikTok. It wasn’t long before movie night officially began and finally, peace and quiet reigned the room. About an hour in, Hyunjin excused himself, retiring to his room. As soon as the door shut behind him, he allowed the tears of frustration to fall down his cheeks, squishing his face into his pillow and thinking about Seungmin’s words. ‘Did Minho know about his mood?’ Hyunjin hadn’t exactly tried to hide his feelings but he had thought he was being subtle about it. Maybe he wasn’t as slick as he’d thought. ‘But why wasn’t Minho doing anything about it then? He’d not held back from tickling either Seungmin or Felix today, so why had he been ignored?’ A sudden thought occurred then, did Minho not like tickling him? He had teased him a lot throughout the day and poked him and all, but did he not want to actually go any further like he did with the others? Hyunjin bit his lips at the thought, more tears spilling down his cheeks as he buried his face into his pillow, sobbing all his pent-up emotions and worries away.

He was so lost in his little world that he didn’t hear the quiet knocks, or the door opening, or even the creaking of the floorboards as someone walked over to him. It was only when a gentle hand rubbed his back and a worried voice called out to him that he snapped out of it. Hyunjin looked up to see Minho anxiously watching him, reaching down to thumb away the tears from his eyes. “Aw baby, what’s wro-.” “Hyung do you not like tickling me? Is it my laugh? Or that I struggled too much? Or-or…” He dissolved into more tears as more and more reasons than he could handle popped up in his head. “What? Jinnie baby no. I love you laugh and your reactions. Wait- is this because I tickled our ferret and kitten today and not you?” Minho tilted Hyunjin’s face so that he was looking directly at him. “Tell me, love. Why did you think that?” Hyunjin bit his lips and averted his eyes. Minho climbed onto the bed and pulled the younger boy into a tight embrace, feeling him melt against his hold. They sat like that for a long while, the older rubbing small circles on Hyunjin’s back in an attempt to soothe him, rocking them side to side, whispering sweet nothings in Jinnie’s ears.

The two stayed like that for a long while before Minho sighed. “Fine. I was gonna wait until after the others left but I guess I’ll just have to show you right now.” He smirked at the confused look on the ferret’s face, instructing him to lay down on his back before running out of the room. Lino was back in less than a minute, one hand hidden behind his back. He took a seat on the bed near Jinnie’s head and proudly presented….heart shaped handcuffs? “H-hyung why do you have that? Isn’t that for the stage performance?” “I borrowed it for tonight,” Lino answered with a wink, Jinnie blushing at the insinuation. No way. Seungmin was right!

“Are you okay with this, Jinnie? We could skip it for now or have another member pin you down while I wreck you?” The earnest look Minho wore only further flustered Hyunjin. ”Ughh hyung~ you can’t just say things like that,” Jinnie pouted, a soft “I trust you hyung,” answering Minho’s question. “Aww did you actually want this? Did you want me to tie you up and tickle you? Coochie coochie coo~~.”

Hyunjin glared, embarrassed beyond measure. But killing Minho would have to wait for later, he decided. They hadn’t even started yet but Lino’s stupid teasing  has butterflies doing freaking somersaults in his tummy. Too far gone, Jinnie raised his arms up himself, stretching until the tips of his fingers brushed the headboard and looked pointedly up at Minho, who seemed utterly delighted by this unexpected move. Saying nothing else, he locked the cuffs around Jinnie’s wrists, making sure not to tighten it too much and finally, finally settled down on Hyunjin’s thighs. The taller boy laughed nervously as Lino took a moment to weigh his options. “You’re so ticklish everywhere, hmm, where should I start? Here?” He reached down to pinch sporadically at Jinnie’s sides, making the younger laugh loudly and squirm around, reveling in, at last, getting the tickles he’s longed for all day. “Hehehehehehe,” Jinnie’s sweet giggles were music to Lino’s ears. The sweet softness didn’t last very long, however, squirming turning to thrashing when Minho moved higher to his upper ribs.

Now, while Hyunjin was sensitive pretty much all over, his ribs and underarms were arguably his worst spots, so getting tickled there after a whole day of enviously watching his fellow bandmates get what he’d been itching for, made him feel like he was on cloud 9. “noOHOHOHO, PLEASE, IHIHIT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD,” laughs melting into incoherency as Lino dug in on one side while scribbling the other and alternating it every so often to keep the younger on edge. Hyunjin tugged at his arms reflexively, trying to pull away from the deliciously torturous sensations. The dramatic screeches and howls of laughter made even Lino burst into amused cackles, “Does this tickle Jinnie~~? How about here? Isn’t this what you wanted aaaall day?” Hyunjin could only shake his head, bucking his hips and laughing even louder when Minho moved to his armpits. “ARGHHAHAHA FAHAHAHAHCK, PLEASHEHEHEHEASE CHAHAHANGE SPOHOHOTS AHAHAHAHAHA,” he begged, laughter coming out wheezing and the first tears spilling down his tomato face.

Minho stopped, doubling over and laughing at how red Hyunjin was. And it hadn’t even been a minute yet. “Was it too much baby? Do you want me to do it softly?” Minho checked in after recovering from his own fit of laughter, gently brushing the damp strands of hair stuck to Jinnie’s forehead. “It was so good hyung, thank you.” Satisfied with the answer, Minho aimed for Jinnie’s tummy next. Spidering over and over his thin t-shirt, he observed, had Hyunjin squirming so much more. He let Hyunjin get used to the tingles, feeling the younger’s body relax under his fingers before abruptly digging in. “Wha- ahahAHAHA HYUNHUNG!” Hyunjin’s protest sounded weak, even to himself. He tried to sit up to move away from the tickly fingers but let himself fall back and enjoy the torturous feeling. Loud joyful laughter rang  throughout the room and Minho felt his heart swell up in pride. He was doing this. He was making Jinnie feel and sound this happy. The older carefully kept an eye on his little victim’s face, watching how Hyunjin’s nose was scrunched up, eyes clenched shut and lips pulled into the wide grin he only got when he was being tickled. Hyunjin didn’t protest much more, laughing and cackling and even snorting freely as Minho worked his fingers into his belly button, then to his armpits and then quickly to his hips, changing spots so fast the boy couldn’t keep up.

He was granted another break when his laughter has begun to turn to wheezing, chest heaving as he panted for air, laughing when he met his hyung’s eyes. “I’m gonna finish off now Jinnie,” Minho warned his, hesitating for a second before Hyunjin consented with a nod. He pushed Jinnie’st-shirt up to his ribs and leaned down slowly, dragging it out and watching smugly at the way the muscles quivered under his gaze, Hyunjin sucking his tummy in as much as he could despite knowing there was nowhere to go. Hyunjin shuddered when cool lips pressed to the skin around his belly button, a few anticipatory giggles escaping his lips. And then it happened. Minho held the boy’s waist down as he blew the loudest raspberry he could, Hyunjin laughing his head off, trying his best to buck up and twist away from the oh so unbearably ticklish feeling. “FUHUHUCK, HYUNG HYUHUHUNG IT’S SO BAD. OH MY GAHAHAHAHA-” The rest of his sentence was lost in an incoherent babble, hysterical laughter being the only sound he could make as Minho pressed raspberry after raspberry into his stomach and sides and even one to his ribs. Minho pressed one last raspberry into the center of Hyunjin’s tummy before pulling away. The two were left gasping for breath, tears flowing down the sides of Hyunjin’s face for the second time that day. This time though, they were tears of joy. He had gotten what he’s wanted. “Thahat was brutal, hyung.” He smiled up at Lino replied with a sassy “You’re welcome🙄”

Minho uncuffed him, fishing out some lotion from his pocket for the red marks on Jinnie’s skin. Afterwards, the kitten, exhausted and ler mood satiated, draped himself over Hyunjin who groaned in protest but nonetheless, wrapped his arms around Lino’s torso and hugged the warm body impossibly closer. He adored how soft and docile Minho got after a session, whether his hyung got tickled or did the tickling, he’d always be soo sleepy and smiley by the end of it. The two fell peacefully into slumber, unaware how the open door had given the rest of their team front row seats to the concert of happiness the two members of paboracha had put on.

[tinytinyblogs]

Darling, i'm sorry..

After a fight, they need to make things right with you.

Hyung line, Maknae line

💬 Life feels like a rollercoaster, and here I am, still pouring my thoughts onto the page, hoping this time it's something worth reading.

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Your insights and reactions make these posts come alive. Love reblogs, comments, and all the good vibes welcome ✨

Han

Sometimes, Han’s tendency to overthink would get the better of him, especially when it came to his emotions. He found himself tangled in his thoughts, turning minor issues into bigger problems. That's often where the arguments would start—over something small and insignificant. He’d begin to complain, nitpicking every detail, and before long, his voice would rise, frustration spilling over. The tension would build between you two, creating a moment of distance, even though the argument itself didn’t seem that important. After a while, though, you would both take time apart, letting things cool down. Han would often sit in silence, reflecting on his actions. His eyes would wander to the closed bedroom door where you were, and he’d start thinking about the argument again. Slowly, it would hit him how much his overreactions could cost him. The fear of losing you, the one person he loved most, would wash over him, stronger than any frustration he’d felt earlier. In those moments, he realized that his biggest fear wasn’t the fight itself but the thought of pushing you away.

He took a hesitant step closer to the bedroom door, feeling the weight of the moment settle heavily on his shoulders. For a brief moment, he stood in silence, contemplating everything that had transpired between you both. His heart raced as he reached out, his hand finally grasping the doorknob, and he turned it slowly, the soft creak of the door echoing in the stillness of the room. When he stepped inside and his eyes fell on you, he was struck by the sight of you silently crying, your shoulders trembling with the weight of your emotions. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he quietly closed the door behind him, wanting to create a barrier between the two of you and the outside world. He moved closer, his footsteps barely making a sound on the floor, as he settled down beside you on the bed. Without saying a word, he allowed his forehead to rest gently against your shoulder, seeking comfort in your presence. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with a mixture of remorse and vulnerability.

“It’s such a silly thing we fought about, and I never wanted to hurt you.” He lifted his head slightly, looking deep into your tear-filled eyes, and reached out to gently wipe the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. The tenderness of the gesture held a promise of understanding and love. “You know I love you, right? More than anything in this world,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “It hurts so much to even think about the possibility of you walking out of my life. I can’t imagine what that would be like.” His heart ached as he watched the pain in your eyes, and he knew that the love he felt for you was more profound than any argument they could ever have. He wanted nothing more than to bridge the gap that had formed between you, to reassure you that no disagreement could ever diminish the bond you shared. In that quiet moment, he hoped you could feel his sincerity, and he silently vowed to do whatever it took to make things right between you two, to ensure that the love you both cherished would always prevail.

Felix

He often gets so absorbed in his games that it feels like he’s in another world, completely disconnected from everything around him. His intense focus blocks out everything, including you. You’ve seen it happen before—he becomes so fixated on his game that it's as if you’re invisible, no matter what you say or do. He doesn’t mean to push you away, but in those moments, it’s hard not to feel ignored and unimportant. It’s like he’s locked inside his own bubble, and you’re left standing on the outside. You try to be patient, but after a while, it becomes too much. You grab your things, deciding to leave. As you walk toward the door, frustration bubbling inside, you hear a shift behind you. He’s realized what’s happening. His head snaps up from the game, the characters on his screen frozen, as he rises from his chair. Losing the game is the least of his worries now. All that matters is stopping you from walking out. Just as you’re about to open the apartment door, his hand catches yours, gently but firmly holding you back. His touch is a silent apology, a sign that he knows he’s hurt you.

He held your hand, his eyes meeting yours, searching for something—understanding, forgiveness. His expression alone spoke volumes, conveying the apology he couldn’t put into words. For a moment, he stood still, the silence between you filled with unspoken regret. Then, he took a few steps closer, the faint sound of his game still playing in the background, left running—something he almost never did. It was a small sign, but enough to show you just how much his focus had shifted to you, and how much he cared in this quiet, vulnerable moment. "Don’t go…" he whispered, his voice soft but filled with an urgency that cut through the silence. It was low, almost pleading, but you heard it clearly. "Please, don’t go. I don’t want you to." His hand tightened around yours, his desperation growing with each passing second. He repeated, "I’m sorry, please… don’t leave me." His breath was shaky as he struggled to find the right words, his emotions getting the better of him. "You’re more important than everything… more important than anything else," he said, his voice breaking slightly.

"I know I messed up, but I can’t lose you. I’ll do anything, just… stay." His eyes searched yours, filled with a mix of regret and fear, his vulnerability laid bare in those few words. His hand gently caressed your cheek, the warmth of his touch calming the tension between you. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering there for a brief moment as if to silently promise things would get better. "Let’s do something together," he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "I’ll turn off my computer." He stepped back slightly, his eyes locking with yours in a way that made you feel seen, as if all his attention was now on you. "It’s been a while since we did a cooking date, hasn’t it?" he asked, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips. "Should we cook something special or maybe bake together?" There was a light in his eyes now, a spark of excitement as he tried to reconnect with you, eager to bring back the simple joys you once shared.

Seungmin

There are times when Seungmin’s words can be quite sharp. While you understand this side of him, knowing that he doesn't always mean to come across so harshly, it doesn’t change the fact that some of his remarks still hit you hard, especially when you’re feeling low yourself. In those moments, the weight of his words feels even heavier, like a blade slicing through an already fragile situation. The tension builds until both of you are trading hurtful words back and forth. Eventually, it escalates to the point where you and Seungmin decide to walk away, giving yourselves space to cool off. As you turn to leave, you catch a glimpse of Seungmin’s expression—his face is blank, almost emotionless, as if nothing you said got to him. But you know better. It’s just a mask he wears, hiding the fact that he’s upset, deeply wounded, especially when he watches you walk away. Seeing your back as you leave stings more than he’s willing to admit. His pride and ego hold him back from saying something right away, but after some time passes, you find him standing there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest, waiting for you.

The moment he spots you, he slowly drops his arms, his eyes locking on yours. For a few long, tense moments, neither of you says anything, both drawn into the silence that hangs between you, heavy with unspoken feelings. He lets you open the door first, quietly following you inside without saying a word. As the two of you sit down on the couch, the silence stretches between you, heavy and awkward. You sit side by side, close but somehow feeling distant. After what feels like an eternity, you notice him looking down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting nervously as he awkwardly caresses his own knee. There’s a tension in the air, thick with unsaid things. “I realized I was wrong,” he finally admits, his voice quiet but sincere. “I shouldn’t have said those things.” He pauses, his eyes still fixed on his hands as if he can’t bring himself to meet your gaze. “I didn’t mean it... you know me. I’m not good at expressing how I feel.” His voice trails off, and you can hear the struggle in his tone, the vulnerability that he so rarely shows. It’s not easy for him to admit his mistakes.

And the fact that he’s saying it now, in this moment, speaks volumes about how much he regrets what happened. He glances at you, noticing how you seem lost in your thoughts, your eyes fixed on the floor. For a moment, he hesitates, unsure of how to reach you. Slowly, he extends his hand and gently takes yours, his thumb brushing softly over the back of your hand in a comforting gesture. The warmth of his touch pulls you out of your thoughts, though you still don’t meet his gaze. “I made reservations,” he says quietly, breaking the silence. You look at him, a little confused at first. “At that restaurant you mentioned—the one you said you wanted to try.” His voice is soft but carries a hopeful tone, as if he’s trying to rebuild a bridge between you. Your eyes finally meet his, and you see the sincerity in them, the way he’s trying to make things right, to reconnect. “Let’s... go on a date,” he suggests, his voice a little more sure now. “I miss us. I miss our time together.” The words are simple but carry a weight of longing, and in that moment, you feel the gap between you starting to close, if only a little.

Jeongin

Jeongin's clumsiness had always been a part of him, something almost endearing in most situations, but this time it came at the worst possible moment. The argument had started over something small, but it quickly spiraled into something bigger—something that meant a lot to him. It was about one of those things he'd worked so hard for, something that he held close to his heart. Yet, in the heat of the moment, his words came out wrong. He felt cornered and defensive, and that only led to more hurt. Instead of fixing things, his attempts to explain himself only worsened the situation, breaking what he had worked so hard to build. The argument turned into a full-blown fight, and before he knew it, both of you were deeply upset. Jeongin hated it. He never wanted to be in this kind of conflict, especially not with the person he loved most in the world. But there he was, standing in the middle of it, and though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t stop. His pride had taken over, and his ego spoke for him instead of his heart.

He wanted you to understand his side too, but it seemed impossible to get his point across without sounding cold or distant. After the fight, Jeongin was left with a gnawing feeling of regret. He thought about it over and over, replaying the conversation in his head, wishing he'd said things differently. He wanted to apologize so badly, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was too shy, too proud, too unsure of how you'd react. Several times, he picked up his phone, thinking about texting you, typing out the words he wanted to say. But each time, his fingers hovered over the send button before he ultimately deleted the message. He would stare at the empty screen, sighing in frustration, wishing he could express how he really felt without the fear of making things worse. Days passed, and with each one, Jeongin found it harder to think about what to say. The more time went by, the more he realized it wasn’t about finding the perfect words. He didn't need a carefully crafted apology or a long explanation. What he really wanted was to fix things, to go back to how they were before the fight.

So, without thinking about it too much, his feet led him to your place. There was no grand plan, no rehearsed speech. When he saw you, all the hesitation, the worry, the uncertainty melted away. Without saying a word, he walked straight up to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a sudden, unexpected hug. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent—the one he loved more than anything. His embrace was warm, a comfort you hadn’t realized you missed after days of distance between you. "I’m stupid," he whispered, his voice soft and regretful. "The fight was stupid." His arms tightened around you as if he was afraid to let go. "I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to break it, and I didn’t mean to scream at you." After a moment, he pulled back, his eyes locking onto yours with a sincerity that made your heart ache. "I’ll buy a new one," he promised softly, his voice laced with remorse. "And I’ll make it up to you, to us. I’m sorry… I love you." His words hung in the air, filled with a quiet desperation to fix what had been broken, to start again.

[skz-saja]

##SAJA FANMADE VIDEO!

“stray kids loving saja”

( stray kids 9th member au )

bold sentences are spoken in english

clip 1 ↯ hey, sweetheart

Chan was doing a live for a Chan’s Room episode, when there was the sound of a door opening and closing and Saja suddenly walked into frame. Chan looked up, smiling fondly at his tired looking maknae, his dimples showing. “Hey, sweetheart.” He said in English. The endearing nickname coined by both Chan and Felix always warmed the hearts of Stays whenever it was said publicly, as it always showed how much they cared for each other.

“Hi, oppa.”

Saja tiredly rubbed her eyes as she sat down, and Chan had to hold in a coo. Saja was just too adorable when she was tired. “I was about to go to bed,” Saja began, looking into the camera, “but I decided to say goodnight to Stay.” Saja smiled widely, reading comments and giggling lightly. She only stayed for a minute or two, answering a few questions as she rested her head against Chan’s shoulder. When she left, she waved goodbye, giving another warm smile towards the camera. “Goodnight everybody!”

She said goodnight to Chan as well, and Chan couldn’t help but to grin, eyes glittering with warmth as he said goodnight back. This was a Chan and Saja moment—a Sajan moment, if you will—that was talked about a lot. Everyone loved it when Chan gave the members heart eyes—especially Saja.

clip 2 ↯ minho goes soft

In this clip, it was a video taken from the perspective of an audience, and Stray Kids were on stage interacting with Stay. Saja could be seen walking around, a slight smile on her face, before she froze in space, jaw dropping in shock. Tears gathered in her eyes by the time Minho came in front of her, resting a hand on her shoulder, brows furrowing in concern.

Minho was asking if she was alright, and Saja nodded before breaking out into a teary grin. She said something into Minho's ear, pointing up into the audience. Minho followed her line of sight, before smiling softly, and bowing. He then wrapped an arm around Saja, pulling her into his side as he kept talking, all with the same smile.

It was later revealed that Saja's mom was in the audience as a surprise, and it had been so long since Saja had seen her that she couldn’t help but to get so emotional. They later reunited backstage after the show.

clip 3 ↯ “I CANNOT MOVE. I CAN’T.”

The clip starts with Saja sleeping peacefully on someone’s lap, her cheek slightly squished against their leg, making her pout the tiniest bit. The person Saja is sleeping on is running their fingers through her hair softly, and delicately.

The camera moves up and shows that it’s Changbin, who has the softest smile on his face as he looks down at her.

clip 4 ↯ cuddlebug #1 & cuddlebug #2

On the set for the ‘Case 143’ music video, Felix was talking to a camera when Saja jumped into view. “Lixie!”

Felix laughs lightly. “Sara!”

“How are we doing today?” Saja grinned, wrapping her arms around Felix. Felix smiled fondly, hugging her and pulling her close. “I am doing wonderful.”

clip 5 ↯ jaws are ON THE FLOOR

They were on set for the ‘거미줄 (VENOM)’ music video, and Saja was the only one left in the makeup chair, meaning everyone was waiting on her. Not that she was late or taking an insane amount of time—she just ended up being last to finish.

She was wearing her black leather outfit, and her eye makeup was dark. She had to admit—she looked good.

When she was finally done and back on her way to the others—a camera following behind her—Jisung, Hyunjin, and Jeongin were the first to see her. Their jaws dropped, and you already know that Jisung started hyping her up.

He was jumping around her, telling her how good she looked while Jeongin insisted on doing a round of applause—as in, going around her in circles and clapping.

"Flawless." Hyunjin stated, nodding in certainty.

Saja laughed, but couldn't help but to get all shy from all the complements. The dust of red on her cheeks was a total contrast from her form fitted black faux leather top, baggy black pants, and black boots.

"Aww," Jisung cooed, "is someone getting shy?" He squeezed her shoulders with a playful glint in his eye.

"Cute." Hyunjin grinned, pinching her cheek.

Later on, while reviewing some recordings on the monitor, Saja was on the screen, and Jisung began aggressively shaking her shoulders while Jeongin cheered. She looked completely different onscreen rather than her actually naturally shy self, you’d almost get whiplash from how fast she can change when the cameras start rolling.

clip 6 ↯ bickering one moment, cuddling the next

It wasn’t uncommon to see Seungmin and Saja bickering—nothing serious, of course. But it also wasn’t uncommon to see how much Seungmin cared for Saja.

Saja was a very huggy person, so he always made sure she got her hugs. He checked to make sure she was taking care of herself often, including this moment during their maniac tour, when it was clear that Saja was pushing herself too hard. Fans assume that Saja may be sleep deprived, and overworking herself, and on this night of the tour, she was looking quite exhausted. Seungmin, as well as the others, were seen constantly checking that she was all right through glances from the corners of their eyes or pats on her shoulder. At a moment when they were talking with the audience, Seungmin pulled Saja into his side, saying something into her ear with worried eyes. It was a very endearing moment between the two, though upsetting to see Saja in that state.

##note: yes, the changbin one was inspired by that one clip of him when hyunjin was sleeping on his lap. i couldn’t help myself 🤭

##taglist: @g4m3girl

( everyone is accepted to this taglist! if you want to be added, just let me know and you’re set <3 )

© skz-saja

[kooksbunnnn]

I received this ask and accidentally posted this without even finishing the request. I had to delete the post I made, so I hope the person who asked for this request reads this and likes it. 🫶

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Jin loved his members so much. Especially Jungkook, he was like a kid to him and a little brother to you. But never did he expect that he would want to kick him out someday, that too, for giving him blue balls.

Yep. The kid currently chewing the food, you, his girlfriend made for a date HE was supposed to be on with you, alone, intimately, with you on his lap, making out or maybe even more than that. BUT!

Somehow, today was not Jin’s day. He had you so close, against the kitchen counter, you smiled at him, suggesting things he totally understood. Wine visible in your eyes and on your cheeks. He wanted to kiss you everywhere, but what is he doing right now?

“Noona, did you really make this sauce with peanut butter?”

Yea, he was watching Jungkook lick the spoon that rested inside the sauce.

“Mhm.” You nod happily seeing him eat. You loved to feed people with the food you cooked. It was kind of your love language. You made chicken satay for the dinner, which Jin had been craving ever since you made it two weeks ago.

Cheeks still flushed, you watch the younger guy eat the saucy dish with full cheeks. Earlier, Jin wanted to tell him that you guys were somewhat busy, but you being you, the pretty, loving and so loveable you, wanted to feed the guy who came directly from the airport since he was hungry and wasn’t in the mood to make something.

Why the fuck didn’t he order take away?

“The chicken is also so good and soft. Can I take some home?” Jin’s eyes sparkle at the sentence the maknae lets out.

“Yes sure! Get up, I’ll pack some.” Jungkook lifts his head with wide, confused eyes to watch his hyung get up immediately, almost knocking the chair over. Holding Jin’s hand, you stop him with a pout on your lips, big eyes requesting him not to be rude. His shoulders sag as he rolls his eyes, sitting back in his chair.

“I’ll pack you some later, Kook. You tell me more about your vacation, we’ll have dinner with you while we talk, right, baby?” You look at your boyfriend, squeezing his hand softly. Requesting.

Jins nods, he cant refuse anything you ask. Although he wants to smack his clueless brother.

After almost 20 minutes later, Jungkook decided to leave with some chicken and sauce packed in a small bento. The only silver lining in the cloud visible to Jin was how you all had finished dinner, and after Jungkook leaves, you both could finally-

“hey hyung, Yoongi hyung just messaged to ask if you wanna have drinks at his place? Taehyung hyung and Namjoon hyung are also gonna be there, others are slightly busy.” He says, looking at you, and you nod gently listening to him.

“I dont think I could-“ Jin mumbles, hesitantly rubbing the back of his neck.

“You should go, baby. I mean, you guys need some rest and time out of the company.” You tell your boyfriend, and he turns his head at you in confusion at which you nod with a smile. “you go wait for him downstairs, kook.” Hearing this, Jungkook looks at his hyung, moving his brows up and down in question.

Letting out a sigh, Jin mumbles. “Yea I’ll be there, you go.”

“Okay, but bring the makgeolli you made. It's so good.” Jungkook says as he slips his shoes on leaning in for a side hug with you. “See you later, Noona, come hyung.” He nods his head in the door’s direction, stepping out.

“I definitely would’ve if I continued the date.” He mumbles with narrowed eyes, and you chuckle. Squishing his cheeks as he picks his jacket from the coat hanger by the door, you kiss him on the cheeks. “I hope you know why I want you to go, right?”

He nods and pecks your lips, “so that I can chill with the boys.” He says eyes on the fabric, still nodding but with poutier lips, hands fiddling with the jacket's zipper “Mhm. You haven’t done that in ages, baby.” He nods again, and you smile, kissing his lips.

“Also, you should know that when you come back home you can...” You lean in whispering the dirty details. He groans in your ear, and you chuckle at how his hands tighten around your hips, “you want me to leave after saying that?!” he whines as you pull back, chuckling. “I can't wait for you to come back home, baby.” You whisper in his ear as he hums smiling.

He gives a smack on your hip, and you yelp, laughing.

“Me too, baby.” he says with a smirk on his lips.

[allinthemagicshop]

Am I A Stray

SKZ maknae line x gn!reader

Comfort? Humor? Fluff?

wc: ~ 1500

Honestly this is violently cringey to me but it was a funny little college AU (loosely) on how I imagine the group dynamic when they bring someone else into their circle

No warnings except I remember writing this very late at night and barely coherent so enjoy that

I do not own the rights to Stray Kids or any of their personalities/actions, this is a pure work of fiction and just for fun

Learning everything about someone is a journey. Typically a journey two people take part in together, but a one-sided journey isn’t impossible. This is where you found yourself, in this lonely journey, pining for someone, or someones, who didn’t even know you existed. It didn’t lessen the joy you felt each time a new piece of information was filed into your folder for them. It did, however, cause an ache to form each time you let yourself think about it too long. 

Felix and his friend group seemed untouchable. Meaning they were insanely talented and attractive, but that wasn’t even the biggest obstacle. They were so close, never seeing one without at least another from the group. You began to learn the dynamic of each friendship so thoroughly that you felt insane, maybe obsessed. Felix and Jeongin were the typical gamer buddies, always talking about what rank they had gotten to in their last conquest of whatever game they had decided on the previous week. Jeongin and Seungmin held the brotherly relationship you wished you had with your siblings, constantly looking out for each other but never ceasing to pester the other if feelings were too overwhelming. Seungmin believed Felix hung the stars on his face and in his eyes and wouldn’t let another tell him any different, even if that meant he had to playfully bully Felix into understanding. Han held a soft spot for all three of his younger friends, nearly becoming an umbrella over them to protect them from any weather that would dampen their happiness. 

The closeness only continued to extend to the older ones in the friend group, but the protectiveness they radiated over the younger four made it seem daunting to approach any of them. They were kind to everyone, so it almost didn’t make sense why you felt so far removed from being able to even utter a word to them. Maybe you had convinced yourself that there just was no room for another dynamic in all their friendships. Still, you loved cataloging everything you could about them. It was almost like a minor degree to the major you were studying for, but undoubtedly the one you studied for the most.

Resigned to a life on the outside, you kept your fondness for the men tucked away into a corner only you had access to. Keen on just observing them and feeling the love they radiated for each other being enough for you, you stayed away. Sharing classes with the four youngest would be the closest you would get. Sitting at a table behind them in the lecture hall allows you to key in on some of their banter and jokes. Never one to be bold enough to test the boundary between classmates and friendship. The quiet one, always observing and always in awe of the possibility of a friendship that loving being possible. You had your own friends, but none held such a tight closeness to you that you fooled yourself into thinking it would last beyond the walls of the institution you called home for the last three years. After next year’s graduation, you would drift apart, while knowing those eight men would never feel such pull away from each other. You won’t lie to yourself, you envied it. 

Walking into class, you immediately noticed the loud laughter filling the lecture hall. Nothing new. Smiling to yourself, you go to make your way to your seat behind the loud group. You set your backpack down next to you and pulled out your notes to review before class started. You became so focused on your reading that you didn’t hear the shuffling in front of you as the laughter subsided. 

“Guys, guys. I know I’m right here. Anyone would agree that vanilla ice cream is the absolute standard for best base flavor. I’ll even prove it! Hey, y/n. I have an important question,” turning around in his seat, Felix addressed you. He waited for a second before realizing that you must not have heard him. “Y/n? This is a dire problem that needs a solution.” Still no response. He chuckles lowly as the others burst into laughter. Felix puts his hand on top of the notes you’d been reading, causing your head to shoot up to meet his eyes. Raising an eyebrow, but not giving you time to adjust to the intrusion, he asked again “Ice cream. Vanilla is the best base flavor, yes?” 

You blinked at him. Once. Twice. “Is this a test? Chocolate is overpowering as base, vanilla adds support. It doesn’t try to outshine the other flavors like chocolate does.” The words tumbled out in your shocked state.

“EXACTLY! HA! I told you guys that I was right! Oh, Y/n, you’re a lifesaver,” Felix exclaims while turning back to the others. They all just laughed harder, you sitting in complete confusion at what just happened. Were those actually the first words you’d spoken to any of them? Did it have to sound that pathetic? They knew your name? Are you dreaming? You continued to stare at the men in front of you.

“Hey, Y/n. Listen, I respect your opinion but you didn’t have to give Lix a bigger ego on this topic,” Han giggles out. Your eyes widen even more in confusion. 

“What is happening right now? Hi?” Your thoughts escaped before you remembered how to function as a competent human being. Immediately the four boys were rolling with laughter, somehow louder than before. 

“Y/n this is why we need you to be present more often. You’re hilarious!” Seungmin laughs out. You raise an eyebrow at him. This is a dream, there’s no other explanation.

“Seungmin, we have literally never spoken before. Are you guys alright? Did someone drug your breakfast? I am so confused right now.” 

Another round of impossibly loud laughter. “We’ve been trying to get you to warm up to us for months, Y/n. You remind us so much of Hannie, all quiet and seemingly off put by others. We knew you’d fit in with us, but you have to promise not to always side with Felix. Chan already does that,” Jeongin smiles at you, dimples showing. “If I’m honest, we had no idea how to approach you without scaring you off. But we also hated seeing you so alone when you seemed so sweet.”

His mini ramble ends and you continue to stare. This isn’t happening. Were you the one drugged this morning? “I didn’t even know that you knew my name,” a blush taking over your entire form, shoulders slumping in. 

Han smiled at you gently, the laughter still in his eyes but fading to softness. Softness somehow aimed at you. “Chan is a big stickler on finding the stray kids who need a home. No one deserves to be alone or stuck in shallow friendships. Everyone deserves to belong to something. This might seem out of the blue but it’s been a long time coming.” The other three nod their heads in agreement. 

“Wait. So you want to be friends? Is that what’s happening? I don’t want to intrude,” you mutter, getting quieter with each word. Seungmin stares at you for a little bit before opening his mouth and shutting it again.

“Do you… do you not want to be friends with us?” Seungmin eventually lets out, his eyebrows drawing together. Your eyes widen and you shake your head quickly, maybe too quickly but they don’t seem to care as their shoulders all slump in relief.

“No! No, that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t think anyone really noticed me. Wait, Han. Did you just call me a stray?” At that they all burst out laughing again, this time at Han as he covered his face, a blush tinting his ears impossibly red. 

“Ohmygodno. I didn’t, well I did, but like I didn’t mean it like that I just meant like you seemed alone a lot but you seem so kind and always help others who ask and you never complain about others but you never meet anyone after class and we don’t like seeing people look so lonely wait not that you’re lonely but maybe just that you don’t have friends well you probably have friends it’s just that ohmygod I need to shut up,” Han crumpled on himself more after his ramble, only making the others laugh even harder. Your heart clenched as you joined in on the laughter, all their eyes brightening and Han looking at you between his fingers still covering his face. 

“Okay okay, I get it. So Chan seems to have a knack for picking people who don’t feel like they belong with others, is that it? The outcasts or the quiet ones. Huh. That means you were all strays at some point then.”

Felix just stands up and claps his hand onto your shoulder. “And now you have an invitation to stay. If you want it. If you’re content to keep to yourself, don’t let us ruin that. But we would like it if we could build a friendship with you,” he finished with a smile, your own growing as your heart swelled.

[azucarmorena97]

BTS as Cliched School Tropes || (Maknae Line)

High school's over and now, the real world is at their fingertips. Let's see how the boys fair at University!

Hyung line here

1.) Jimin: Theatre Kid

Highly respected in the arts department

is actually a huge nerd

guys call him gay all the time

he sleeps with their gf's not gay

only dates casually, has huge commitment issues

cocky

Curious about you... You stare at the cast list, mind whirring with so many different thoughts and emotions: panic, joy, fear, reluctance- you never imagined they'd actually pick you. There'd been so many girls auditioning for the role of Juliet, actress with even more experience than you. Could they have made a mistake? Could they really meant YOU for the part? "It's not a mistake, you know." You're startled by a familiar voice behind you. "Jimin," You say, turning around to face him. His expression is soft and warm; a stark contrast to the usual cold and calculative one he tends to wear. You motion to the list, "This is a lot for me to take in." He nods, "It always is when you're cast in your first big show." "I can't help but think they might've picked the wrong person." "The wrong person?" He furrows his brows, stepping forward so that he's only 3 feet or so away from you and the cast list, "You insult our judgment?" Immediately, you go into a mini panic, "I- no, that's not- that's not what I meant!" He instantly breaks into a laugh, "I'm kidding." You let out a deep sigh and give a small laugh, "Oh." "You know abouut 97 other girls auditioned right?" He asks, turning his back to the wall and leaning up against it. "Yeah..." Hearing just how many actresses it was makes you feel worse. "Yeah, so if we chose you out of 97 other girls, what do you think that means?" He raises and eye brow at you, expecting for you to catch on, though when you don't, he rolls his eyes, "It means you were that damn good!" Exasperatedly, he grabs your shoulders and shakes you, though nowhere near enough to hurt you. You blush, trying really hard not to focus on the fact that Jimin, your crush since last semester, was not only touching you, but also revealing that he was part of the group of people that chose YOU to be a part of their show. "Thank you..." You say, cheeks still on fire. He shakes his head, "No, don't thank me- thank yourself. You're the one who put in the effort; we were just smart enough to see it." You smile, eyes lowered to the ground. "Hey," He say, bringing his hand up to your chin and lifting it gently so that you were looking back up at him, "Stars should always have their heads held high." With a wink, he lets go and gets off of the wall, "I'll see you tomorrow at rehearsals, yeah?" "Definitely," you say simply, unable to think of any words at all beyond that. 2.) Taehyung: Geek

always has his nose in a book/manga/in front of a screen

virgin never had a gf

thinks he's ugly

oblivious to how many girls actually find him attractive

really dorky/socially awkward

really sweet and shy with girls "I'm really bad at this kind of stuff but if you tell me what to do, I'll try my best," You say, scanning the instruction sheet for the powerpoint you were assigned. There's a moment of silence before Taehyung clears his throat, "If-if you want, I can do the whole thing myself." You look at him and furrow your brows, "Don't be ridiculous. That's not fair to you." He shrugs, "It's not really a problem for me, I kinda like doing this stuff." You stare at him for a minute, contemplating whether or not to let him. "I don't know...I don't want you to do all that and get nothing in return. It wouldn't be right." Another pause, though this time, it looks like he wants to say something and just can't get it out. "Did...you have something in mind..?" You prompt. He picks up his pencil and begins lightly doodling, "Well, I...tomorrow night there's this Studio Ghibli marathon at the X-Theatre in the next town over and...maybe it could be fun to go...together?" It looks like the words are painful for him to get out and when he does, he doesn't dare meet your eyes. You're surprised by his request, especially since this was the first time he'd ever talked to you about anything that wasn't school-related. Your slow response causes for him to get anxious and he violently shakes his head, "I-nevermind. It's kinda lame isn't it? Just forget I asked. I'll still do the project, no worries-" He rambles, but just as he's about to continue, you firmly rest your hand on his wrist to get his attention, "Hey." He immediately stops talking and his eyes are fixed on where your hand connects with him, "I'd love to go." You see his cheeks turn red, even spreading to his ears, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, "Oh- Okay. I- thank you." You laugh, "Don't thank me. And I'm still not letting you do the project alone." He finally laughs with you, shoulders relaxing slowly but surely, "Fine. Together then."

3.) Jungkook: Art Kid

quiet/pensive

kind of a loner

introverted

fiercely loyal to the few he lets in

doesn't take compliments well- he doesn't believe them

You sit closely to the wheel, pressing gently down on the pedal as you get a steady spin for the bowl you're making. You bite your bottom lip, concentrating on smoothing the sides as you go. You've been at this for hours, having messed up the first three bowl almost at the very point of completion. If you mess this one up, you will be throwing yourself off a bridge. You near the phase where the other bowls were destroyed, so you decide to take your foot off and straighten out your back; gathering yourself emotionally for the next step. "Okay, Y/n, you've got this," You whisper, trying to hype yourself up. Right when you're about the put your foot back on the pedal, the door opens to the studio, giving you pause. Immediately, your heart skips a beat when you see who it is. Jungkook walks in wordlessly, black backpack slung over his broad shoulder, locks of black hair falling into his eyes and longer ones down the back of his neck. His short sleeved shirt showing off the intricate tattoos covering his entire right arm. When you snap back into reality, you immediately avert your eyes, shyness taking you over completely. You'd been in the room alone up until that point, and now that it's just you two, you feel you might explode. He doesn't seem to notice you very much; he just rolls up his sleeves and goes straight to the rack with unfinished, covered pieces. You don't think you've heard him say a word all semester- not that it stops people from trying to talk to him; especially not the girls in class. You try to get back to what you were doing but you're hyper aware of his presence in the room. You don't really know whether to put it away until you can come back later or to just stand your ground and continue working. You decide on the latter, bracing yourself for the pedal- but you end up putting way to much pressure and, to your incredibly dismay and embarrassment, the entire bowl comes flying off of the wheel and drops to the floor about five feet away. Immediately, you look at him and For a moment, time stands still; neither you nor Jungkook move, though his eyes are fixed on the sad, squashed little bowl on the floor. "Sorry," You say, though you're not even really sure why. Sorry for embarrassing yourself, you suppose. Suddenly, he looks up at you and you're shocked to see that he is not only smiling, but even seems to be holding back a laugh. You hardly know how to react, though admittedly, his laugh is absolute music to your ears. Without saying anything, you quickly pick up the bowl and then walk over to the slip bucket to dump it in. You decide you're done, not being able to take anymore embarrassment, but as you begin to untie your apron, Jungkook gets out of his seat, carrying the glob of clay he'd gotten earlier, and he walks over to you. You find yourself having to crane your neck up to look at him, and the way he's looking down at you- you can hardly stand it. "Try again," He says, a soft smile tugging at his lips. When you don't react right away, he reaches down and grabs your hand, fixing it so that your palm is facing upward, and he puts the clay in your hand; his eye contact doesn't break even once. "O-Okay," You say quietly. Slowly, he turns around and makes his way back to his stool, though this time, his eyes remain fixed on you as he waits for you to begin.