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minhosbitterriver · 8 months ago

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hi it’s 👽 i saw that you wrote about a reader that smokes weed in your felix oneshot and i was just wondering what type of potheads you think skz members would be

POTHEADS — stray kids

스트레이 키즈 ⨳ genre/s: headcanons (?) ⨳ warnings: obviously the members of skz are stoners, mentions of anxiety, stress, feeling overwhelmed, let me know if i missed anything please i’m high ⨳ rating: 18+ ⨳ word count: 1.8k ⨳ summary: green decides what kind of stoners the stray kids members are.

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🍃 방찬 — BANG CHAN.

I feel like he started smoking weed after he heard it helped relieve anxiety and stress as well as insomnia. He keeps a bong in his bedroom right under his bed so he can give it a few hits right before bed. Chan also seems to me like the kind of person who would walk around with a handful of neatly-rolled joints in a small tin box that also carries a lighter. It’s often that Chan would excuse himself and walk towards his car just to smoke a joint to calm his mind as soon as his anxiety started to get the better of him, and he would return to work red-eyed and freshly sprayed cologne that everyone pretended to not notice.

When he’s high alone he almost always finds himself staring at the ceiling with a blank expression for a long while, just feeling the blissful emptiness of his own mind. He also just sleeps heavily, like sometimes he’ll be immediately knocked out after a hit of his bong or two. If he’s high while working he finds it easier to focus and really get into the zone of the most routine parts of it, and sometimes being high really helps him think better when it comes to writing. It’s mostly just a hit or miss.

However, when he’s high along with friends, it becomes a different story entirely. He’s just so energetic, so talkative and giggly — there’s a reason he’s so popular amongst idols. He treats the world like a wonder that delights him every single time. Whatever story you tell him, it is received with great enthusiasm and it’s the very thing most like about him.

On the downside, smoking as much as he does really causes memory loss for him, and it’s a struggle he accepts if it means a good night’s sleep. He actually did try to stay sober for at least a month and found that he hated who he became without weed since he didn’t have anything to console his anxiety or to knock him out for the night.

🍃 리노 — LEE KNOW.

Minho doesn’t exactly give me stoner vibes, but I do think he enjoys eating edibles (a.k.a. Felix’s brownies) every once in a while to take the edge off or to relax with the boys. If he’s feeling a little more adventurous, he’ll smoke from whatever the others are smoking from — bong, pipe, joint, whatever. Generally speaking, though, I wouldn’t consider him to be a full-blown pothead since I don’t think he’s the kind to enjoy the feeling of not being in control of his awareness often.

Regardless of if he’s alone or not, I think he would be the kind of guy who would just eat constantly. As a matter of fact, don’t even talk to him if you don’t have something to feed him. It’s ridiculous, honestly. When he is eating, though, he’s so giggly. Jokes that he wouldn’t laugh at, he finds to be the funniest damn thing in the world — just no thought process going on, just giggles.

🍃 창빈 — CHANGBIN.

Changbin started smoking as a teenager and this is a hill I’m willing to die on even though there’s literally nothing that I could say to justify this opinion — I can just picture him sneaking out of the house and school to smoke joints with his buddies and then enjoying the nauseous thrill of getting away with it when he’d return to where he’s supposed to be. I think this might be when he discovered his passion for rapping, I think he was goofing around with his friends singing and rapped a little too well. He probably became curious about it and started doing research and trying to write some verses for himself.

Perhaps he tried to quit around the time of his debut, though, since he wanted to remain sober and sharp during this extremely crucial period of his career. He did so well for a long time, you’d never tell he used to get high all the time back in his teenage years. But then he recognized the familiar scent of weed in the dormitories with the other members and quickly found out it was because of Chan — that was enough for him to return to his old ways, his leader was doing it while being the company’s golden child.

Presently, I believe Changbin only smokes out of a bong. He’s at that point in life where he doesn’t really care about leaving something so obviously related to weed out in his room, so he keeps it in the bathroom cabinet that he uses by himself in his own apartment. There’s not a moment he’s home but not high, it’s the first thing he does when he wakes up, comes back home, and goes to sleep. That bong is always packed, and he genuinely loves it that way. It just makes him feel like he’s traveled back to the days he was young and naive, writing only for himself and rapping in exchange for the laughter of his friends.

While high, he’d also feel starved all the time. It’s not uncommon for him to be eating so much after getting high — which explains the constant jokes the other members make about him loving to eat so much, he’s always high. He’s also very loud and giggly, and just loves making other people laugh. However, if you catch him alone, he’d likely rope into you a very intense conversation in which you confess your darkest thoughts and feelings though he never judges and keeps it to himself.

🍃 현진 — HYUNJIN.

Being such a devout artist and enjoyer of the arts, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he stumbled upon like-minded people who happened to also spend time smoking weed. He’d love it from the first puff of smoke, freely allowing his mind to fog up as he melted into every tingle of his skin that seemed to follow the beat of the music playing in the distance. This would be the moment that would forever change the course of his life as he soon found himself obsessed with perfecting the art of rolling a flawless joint.

He would often add various types of flowers into his joint just to enhance his experience. The beautiful mixture of the very different types of flowers was absolutely intoxicating, and it always inspired him with an abundance of creativity that he always spilt into either the blank canvases he’d buy in dozens or the hundreds of half-filled notebooks he collected everywhere.

I feel like Hyunjin and Changbin would enjoy smoking together a lot. Changbin already likes having deep conversations when he’s like this, and I feel like Hyunjin would also enjoy having these types of conversations as well as the philosophical ones. And I think Hyunjin would like smoking with Felix, too, since they’d always end up listening to soft music that makes them feel like they’re levitating while describing every thought that crosses their mind.

Sometimes he would accidentally get too high, which then causes to become very anxious. For this, he always carries various crystals in his pockets for him to fiddle with as a way to ground himself. But overall, I’d kill to smoke with him so we can be artists together and then maybe even share our works and have a whole discussion about it all. It just sounds so peaceful to me.

🍃 한 — HAN.

Han was encouraged by Chan to start smoking, that much I would say. He’s just so overwhelmed with anxiety, constantly feeling as though he were a cup full of water that is just about to spill over. So Chan invited him into his world of soothing serenity as he’d smoke him out for a while. Eventually Han just started getting his own pipe and his own weed.

His memory is absolutely shot as of now, but it’s okay because he’s not so overly-conscious of the fact that he’s constantly perceived by other people so he’ll consider it a win anyway. He would constantly smell like weed, which the other members find irritating because they’d panic about someone finding out they all smoke. He just always gets a little too high and forgets that he’s not supposed to be a pothead.

🍃 이용복 — FELIX.

I’m not sure when exactly he would start smoking, but I do know he would be the kind of guy to mindlessly always be smoking people out when he smokes. He just enjoys having company when he’s taking the edge off, he definitely sees socializing as smoking and vice versa. It’s very rare to catch him hanging out with a friend and not smoking with them.

Whenever he finds out about a tour or a long trip away from home for work, he’s always sure to bake some treats so he can still get high without drawing too much attention to himself with the smell. He’s just paranoid, but it’s fine. Felix also just likes bragging about his baking skills since nobody ever really tastes the usual twinge of weed, it could really pass as a normal brownie until it hits you an hour later.

Yeah, he’s always high, I’m so certain of it, he’s just very good at hiding it.

🍃 승민 — SEUNGMIN.

Seungmin was probably very bewildered when he found out his members smoked weed, always watching them get high while he sat in a corner quietly. He’d be so curious to know what it felt like, but the members didn’t let him even hold a lighter before he was old enough to. That doesn’t mean he didn’t constantly irritate the members while trying to take a puff whenever they smoked together.

As soon as he was considered an adult, he bought himself so much weed along with a brand new bong as well as a whole box of prerolls to celebrate. He did stop smoking it pretty soon after, though, because he realized the risks of damage to his throat if he continued so he now settles with the edibles.

He’s very goofy when he’s high, too, always throwing sly jokes left and right as if his life depended on it. He just likes making others laugh since the silence feels too loud. I’d also dare say he becomes very sleepy easily as well, so he’d probably be the first to knock out in the middle of a smoking session.

🍃 아이엔 — I.N.

Jeongin definitely had mixed feelings about his members smoking when he found out. He was raised with the very emphasized idea that smoking and doing drugs will definitely lead to your own demise so he was definitely very concerned for his members. However, everyone was very surprised when he actually asked to smoke for his birthday to celebrate his becoming an official adult — he just wanted to at least try it out before he condemned something.

Him getting into the sticky world of potheads was probably even more surprising. Jeongin is mostly a social smoker, but sometimes he enjoys rolling very uneven joints for himself to smoke when he’s particularly overwhelmed. Overall, he’s very much quiet when high, always observing everyone else with an occasional laugh every now and then. It almost feels like he’s watching a scene from a movie, he’d say.

posted: 06 • 30 • 2024

💬 a note from green;

This was honestly so much fun to do while stoned myself, I genuinely want to smoke with all the members of SKZ so badly. I’m also so psyched to find fellow stoner stays on here, let’s all smoke together please and thank you. Thank you so much for the request! Sending you all the love!

( 🏷️ ) permanent taglist: @agi-ppangx

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anarchist-wonderland · 4 months ago

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This past week was another life time

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felixmadeweedbrownies · 9 months ago

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Does anyone have stoner skz fics?

#fics #fan fiction #skz #stray kids #felix lee #bang chan #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #seo changbin #lee know #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #stoner #weedlife

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captain-joongz · 1 year ago

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fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

ot8/multiple members

♤ in the same class as ateez by @essenteez

◇ murphy's law by @atzfilm

alien!ateez, soulmate au

♧ into the aurora by @honeyhotteoks

idol!ateez x non-idol!reader

☆ inception by @remedyx

dragon!ateez, kings!ateez

♤ hotel california + paradise gardens by @mint-yooxgi

demon!ateez, yandere, supernatural au

◇ morning mist by @mint-yooxgi

dragon au, fated lovers

♧ deep down. by @seventhcallisto

a/b/o, idol au, 9th member au

☆ in love and lore by @shadowynn

demon!ateez, soulmates au, supernatural au

♤ dew drops at dawn by @sunmoonjune

demon!ateez, soulmates

◇ breed by @sanjoongie

alien!ateez, sexual experiments

♧ oh my *** by @ohmyamor

guardian angel!ateez

☆ first flight to hong kong by @byuntrash101

flight attendant!reader, kind of sex work, since reader gets paid

♤ circus by @lani-heart

hybrid!ateez, writer!journalist!reader

◇ wider by @seventhcallisto

9th member au, bf!ateez

♧ the best friend's code by @tenelkadjowrites

hongjoong, seonghwa x reader, best friends to lovers

☆ we ransacked the city by @tenelkadjowrites

hongjoong, seonghwa x reader, rich kids au, menaces to society united

♤ be the light by @written-in-flowers

seonghwa, hongjoong x reader, historical au, royalty au

◇ sex and embers and frost by @sanjoongie

dragon!seonghwa, san x bunny!reader

♧ between friends by @anyamaris

seonghwa, hongjoong x reader, best friends au

☆ my filthy boy by @potatomountain

bf!woo x reader x witch/hybrid!ateez, coven shenanigans

♤ compromise by @cyberpxnk

bf!seonghwa x reader x footballer!yunho, infidelity with a twist

◇ it's you by @holybibly

best friends to lovers, threesome

♧ sharing is caring by @ja3hwa

seonghwa, hongjoong, san x reader

☆ ateez as royals who fall for you (hyung line) + (maknae line) by @eightmakesonebraincell

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

hongjoong x san x chan x hyunjin x juyeon x reader

kim hongjoong

◇ red by @nateezfics

established relationship, public sex, bathroom sex

♧ forbidden fruit by @nateezfics

greek mythology au, hades!hongjoong

☆ deal by @hongism

roommates to lovers, sassy joong

♤ marigold by @yoongiseesawmp3

frat boy!hongjoong, best friends to lovers

◇ tell me to stop by @tenelkadjowrites

best friends to lovers

♧ declaration by @tenelkadjowrites

virgin!hongjoong, roommates to lovers

☆ shells by @last-words-ofashootingstar

mermaid!hongjoong, yandere

♤ project d by @setsugekka

exes to lovers, infidelity, racing au

◇ off the table by @setsugekka

established relationship, morning sex

♧ the dressing room by @imaginidol

idol!hongjoong, best friends to fucking (?) for "stress relief"

☆ paint me yours by @moonseonghwa

artist!hongjoong, fwb au

♤ ohmami by @bambikisss

bad boy!hongjoong, racer au (mentioned), best friends to lovers

◇ hideaway by @minisugakoobies

stoner!frat boy!hongjoong, strangers to lovers

♧ what lies beneath by @noramoons

siren!hongjoong, a little angsty but wholesome

park seonghwa

☆ better check twice by @essenteez

accidental nude au, brother's best friend!seonghwa

♤ attention by @tenelkadjowrites

camboy!seonghwa x inexperienced reader

◇ essence by @whatudowhennooneseesyou

siren!seonghwa, dark, yandere, mommy!seonghwa

♧ the thing about pretty boys by @wonusite

friends to lovers, seonghwa proving he got it

ATEEZ rec list pt.2 BTS, TxT, Stray Kids, Seventeen, NCT rec list

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aeyla · 4 months ago

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I want to tattoo these hcs on my forehead.

hey baeee

so im def a stonerslut and im glad we have established hanji as the designated stoner of skz, maybe felix too w his special brownie recipes lol,

but i was wondering if we’ve established any other stoner hc’s for any of the other boys? one of mine is definitely hyun, mostly taking place in a college au (dare i say stoner hyunsung roommate bffs) LMAO bro def sparks up and finishes his art projects in the dead of night <33

oh felix and his special brownie recipes. i'm also a stonerslut getting stoned tonight actually and i know this has been sitting in my inbox for a while but it feels RIGHT answering it right now.

so because i'm delusional and a stoner ANYWAy. (also please please send me more stoner skz asks because i really want to write more about these) and thank to bby mayu @jyu037 for helping <3

chan who definitely smokes regular joints and is a fucking master at rolling them. has the fun coloured papers and swears to god that weed makes him make better music. he also swears it makes blowjobs better so obviously you have to give him one everytime you're both high despite the cotton mouth LOL. likes to bottom when he's high!! always cums so quickly but he just keeps going, he just wants more. not too loud, quiet little whimpers here and there.

minho who smokes in his room to destress at night and definitely ends up jerking off. when you two get together, you both hit the bong together and fuck stoned regularly and it changes your lives. he'd have a stupid little smile on his face and just be grinning at you like a freak. soft giggly sex with minho when he's high and he'd be moaning so loud like a fucking pornstar because it feels so good! hyper focused on your ass. smokes strains that make him kinda lazy so he just likes to lay there and use lots of toys on u <3

changbin who would just be so fucking sexy smoking man. like imagine him sat relaxed in a tight fitting t-shirt smoking a j? no i'm literally clenching. i can imagine him with one of those cute little pipes too and i also think changbin could be a bong man. definitely wants you on his lap when you smoke so he can put the joint to your lips and also smoke you out lol. probs shoves his hand up your skirt while you sit in his lap with that sexy little downturned smile. definitely hits it from the back while he smokes his joints and probably rolls FAT blunts too

hyunjin who yes 100% does get high and finishes his art in the middle of the night. i see hyunjin with a small little glass bong orrr a crystal pipe? and he likes to get high and finish his paintings because in the morning it's probably just a bunch of colours on the page but he swore it was a masterpiece the night before. definitely gets all giggly and blushy too! and gets extreme munchies. also high hyune who paints on you because he likes the colours. drools all over you when he fucks you high and gets so sloppy, keeps cumming inside and just can't stop fucking you

jisung who's a horny high. can't roll for shit and makes chan pack the bong for him too lol. he weirdly knows everything about every single fucking strain and would love to grow a few plants of his own just for personal use because he somehow knows everything about that too. CERTIFIED STONER. probs palms his cock unashamed in the studio when 3racha get high and chan and changbin r just used to it. if you two got high together he'd NEED to eat you out, not above begging for it and gets so pussy drunk!! if you fucked high he would cum two pumps in and not even be ashamed, groaning all "that's what good pussy does." and continues to fuck you senseless LMAOO

felix with his weed brownies yeah!! he'd probably make weed cookies too, or like little weed red velvet cupcakes?! he's so cutie. i honestly think he prefers edibles to actual joints or smoking it in general, but if changbin's got a joint going he'll steal a few tokes. maybe changbin smokes him out too lol idk (i'm going fucking crazy). likes to watch cute little cartoons and disney films when he's high and get all bundles up in blankies :( alsooo usually not horny but then he tries a strain like wedding cake and gets so hard. just starts rocking ur shit and won't stop until ur shaking and empty minded and he's still hard. it's like viagra

seungmin who is definitely a very chill stoner. definitely does it to de-stress and everytime you piss yourself laughing over something he just does a little chuckle he's not bothered. and he definitely talks about the meaning of life and conspiracy theories. meeeean sex like he's usually mean but when he's high he's so much more condescending. takes it as far as stepping on you and spitting on your face. miiiind blowing sex and then the aftercare is him asking you how you think stonehenge got there

jeongin who is confused at first but an absolute menace after you smoke him out a couple times. you teach him how to roll if not only just to watch his hands and his tongue when he does it. definitely a pre rolled joint type of guy and only rolls when he's with you because you see it as foreplay. flirty, says the nastiest fucking shit when he's high and probably fucks your throat while smoking a pre roll, maybe even finishing it when he's got you on all fours for him... (might put it out on your asscheek). so loud, sloppy, messy. when the horny subsides he's got the munchies and begs you to make him instant ramen and then probably spills it on himself and burns himself with the soup

#stoner!skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids #bang chan smut #stray kids x reader #skz x reader

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miupow · 11 months ago

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스트레이 키즈 S𝒯RA𝒴 𝒦𝒾DS 𝔐AS𝒯ERL𝒾S𝒯

☆ - fluff ♡ - smut ♫ - angst ♪ - suggestive ⊹ - multi-chapter ୭ - smau

ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤminors do not interact with my 18+ works!

MUTLI/OT8

other than the bed? [hyung vers.] [maknae vers.] ♡ let it out! ♡ le sexe, je veux dire ! [hyung vers.] [maknae vers.] ♡ husband!stray kids headcanons! ♡

방찬 BANG CHAN

too big ! ♡ - boyfriend!chan

민호 LEE KNOW

strangers ♡♫ - fwb!minho

창빈 CHANGBIN

too sweet ♡ - stoner changbin , virginity loss

현진 HYUNJIN

nothing yet...

지성 HAN

santa, baby! ♡ - boyfriend!jisung

필릭스 FELIX

under the moon ♡ - demon!felix

승민 SEUNGMIN

nothing yet...

정인 JEONGIN

nothing yet...

#miupow #masterlist #skz x reader #stray kids x reader

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cybergracie · 2 months ago

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*•.¸♡ 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕥𝕖 ♡¸.•*

part two

part one is here!

pairing: college au, stoner!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

warnings: use of marijuana, mentions of drinking

word count: 3.7k

a/n: ahhhhh! this is a continuation of this post. this idea has been rattling around in my brain for weeks and this morning with hyunjin's ab flash, the inspiration took hold and here is the result. barely proofread, and this is my first time writing after literally a decade! any feedback would be appreciated. should i turn this into a full fic?

playlist: headhigh by doja cat, lose my breath by stray kids, what are you doing new year's eve by nancy wilson, parachute by john k

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I met Hyunjin when I started working at the campus bookstore in the fall semester of my sophomore year. My first day was a whirlwind of introductions, awkward small talk, and learning the ropes of a job I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted but desperately needed. While the girl who was training me, Chloe, was showing me around, pointing out everything from the textbook aisles to the snack rack near the register, I spotted him upstairs, rearranging art supplies. He moved with a kind of relaxed focus, his long fingers carefully setting pastel boxes into neat rows, his brows furrowed slightly in concentration.

When Chloe and I made it to the second floor, he stopped what he was doing, brushing his hands on his jeans before turning to us. His lips quirked up in a crooked smile, and he gave a polite bow that felt so at odds with his casual vibe. “Hi, I’m Hyunjin,” he said simply, his voice soft but confident.

I offered a small wave, feeling caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. “Y/n. Nice to meet you.”

That crooked smile deepened, and he nodded before turning back to his task, but I caught him glancing back once or twice as Chloe continued the tour.

During my first shift, he lingered. Not in a way that felt intrusive—just enough that I noticed him. While Chloe walked me through counting the till and another coworker, Jisung, cracked jokes in the background, Hyunjin hovered near a rotating stand of postcards, absently spinning it as if the tiny landscapes and cityscapes held all the secrets of the universe.

“So, new blood,” Jisung said, leaning casually against the counter once Chloe finished her demonstration. The store had just opened for the day, and the morning rush hadn’t hit yet. “What are you in for?”

I cocked an eyebrow, unsure if he was addressing me or the air in general. “Excuse me?”

Chloe rolled her eyes and smacked his arm. “He means, what’s your major?”

“Oh!” I said, laughing as the tension eased. “I’m studying environmental science. With a minor in art history.”

At that, Hyunjin’s hand froze mid-spin on the postcard rack. His eyes flicked to me, his plush lips pressing into a subtle smile as if he’d just found the punchline to a joke only he understood.

“Doomed to a low-income career, I fear,” Jisung said with a mock sigh, shaking his head like a disappointed father.

Chloe slapped his arm again, harder this time. “Jisung!”

I laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah, well I tried to major in business administration but failed my first 3 classes. I have to study something I actually give a fuck about.”

Hyunjin stepped closer then, his movements measured but deliberate, and placed his palms flat on the counter between us. His gaze met mine, and there was something so disarming about the way he looked at me, like he wasn’t just listening but understanding. “I get that,” he said, nodding. “Something you’re passionate about.”

His voice was steady, a low timbre that made my heart stutter for reasons I couldn’t explain. “I’m in art history, too,” he added, his lips curling into a smile again.

I smiled back, a little unsure but undeniably intrigued. Chloe and Jisung exchanged a glance, but I barely noticed. All I could think about was the tiny mole under Hyunjin’s eye.

Two weeks later, I was crammed into the back of an Uber with the three of them, plus Minho, Jisung’s roommate. Minho had claimed the front seat, leaving Chloe, Jisung, Hyunjin, and me to squeeze together in the back. Chloe ended up on Jisung’s lap, groaning dramatically about how we should’ve walked. Jisung, of course, responded by waggling his eyebrows at her, earning an exasperated shove.

The car was a chaotic blend of giggles, snorts, and half-finished stories. Chloe and I had spent the last hour pregaming while getting ready, and the buzz from cheap vodka shots made everything feel light and a little blurry around the edges. I sat in the middle, squished between Hyunjin and Jisung, and despite the noise and movement, I was hyperaware of him.

At one point, Hyunjin leaned over, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he gestured toward Chloe, Jisung, and Minho. “They’re my favorite throuple,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh, my shoulders shaking as I glanced between the three of them, then back at him. “You’re terrible,” I whispered, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

He shrugged, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You laughed.”

I couldn’t deny it. And as the car turned a corner, jolting us slightly closer, I swore I felt the heat radiating from him where our sides pressed together. I told myself it was the alcohol, the cramped space, but deep down, I knew better.

That night, in the dim glow of the bar’s neon lights, Hyunjin stuck close to me. Whether it was helping me navigate the crowd to get drinks or standing just a little too close during conversations, he was there, steady and warm. By the end of the night, I realized I didn’t mind one bit.

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By the middle of November, I had become a part of the group. The night was cool, the kind of autumn evening where you could see your breath if you exhaled just right. Chloe had insisted we all hang out at her off-campus apartment for the first “official” gathering of the semester. Jisung had commandeered the Bluetooth speaker, cycling through his usual chaotic playlist, while Minho lounged on the couch with a bowl of popcorn he claimed was only for him.

Chloe was flitting around, handing out drinks and snacks, her energy uncontainable as she teased Jisung about his music choices. “This is not party vibes, Ji,” she said, her voice dripping with mock disgust.

“It’s indie cool,” Jisung countered, holding his ground.

“It’s just noise,” Minho muttered, tossing a piece of popcorn at him.

I laughed from where I was sitting cross-legged on the floor beside Hyunjin. The dim lighting from the string lights gave the room a cozy glow, but my attention kept drifting to him. His knee bumped mine occasionally, a casual touch that sent little sparks down my spine every time.

Hyunjin’s roommate, Chan, arrived late, bursting through the door with a lopsided grin and a smell that betrayed his pregame activities. “I brought snacks,” he announced, holding up a box of gas station donuts like it was a treasure chest.

“Finally, someone with priorities,” Minho said, grabbing a donut before Chan even made it to the kitchen.

As the evening settled into its rhythm, Chan pulled a sleek, black grinder from his bag, along with a few pre-rolled joints. He held one up like an offering. “Who’s in?”

Chloe shook her head immediately. “Not tonight. I have a shift in the morning.”

“Same,” Jisung said, though the grin on his face suggested he’d stay up late anyway.

“I’m good,” Minho said, popping another piece of popcorn into his mouth.

That left Hyunjin, me, and Chan. Hyunjin glanced at me, his lips curving into a playful smirk. “You down?”

I hesitated for a second, the familiar nervous buzz of trying something new hitting me. “I mean… yeah, why not?”

Chan chuckled as he held up the joint. “First time?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, glancing at Hyunjin, who was already reaching for a lighter.

“Don’t worry,” Chan said, leaning back into the couch and expertly lighting the joint. “You’re in good hands.”

Hyunjin shifted closer to me as Chan took the first hit, blowing out a smooth cloud of smoke before passing it to Hyunjin. He took it with practiced ease, the flickering flame of the lighter casting soft shadows across his face as he inhaled. The moment he exhaled, he handed it to me, his fingers brushing mine for just a second.

“You’ll cough,” he said, his tone light but teasing. “But it’s part of the fun.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ll be fine.”

“Sure you will.” His grin was infuriatingly charming.

I took the joint, holding it awkwardly between my fingers. I mimicked what I’d seen them do—bringing it to my lips, inhaling slowly. The burn hit immediately, and I couldn’t hold back the cough that tore through me.

“See?” Hyunjin said, laughing softly as he patted my back.

“Shut up,” I rasped, my eyes watering as I handed it back to Chan.

Chan gave me an approving nod. “You survived. That’s step one.”

The joint made its rounds again, and by the time it came back to me, the room felt softer, like the edges had been smudged with charcoal. I took another cautious hit, coughing less this time, and leaned back against the couch. Hyunjin sat beside me now, his arm draped over the back of the cushions, his head tilted as he watched me.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked, his voice warm and low.

“Good,” I said, the word coming out slower than I intended. “Really good.”

“You’re smiling a lot,” he pointed out, his own grin matching mine.

“Am I?” I asked, touching my cheeks self-consciously.

“Yeah,” he said softly, his eyes lingering on me. “It’s cute.”

Chan broke the moment by passing the joint back to Hyunjin. “You two are adorable,” he said with a knowing smirk. “Couple vibes for sure.”

I felt my face heat, but Hyunjin just laughed, a low, easy sound that made my chest feel light. “You’re too high to be making assumptions, Chan.”

“Am I?” Chan quipped, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Or am I just observant?”

Chloe and Jisung, who had been watching a ridiculous TikTok video on the other side of the room, suddenly burst into laughter. “What did we miss?” Jisung asked, looking between us.

“Nothing,” Hyunjin said quickly, shooting a glare at Chan.

The night dissolved into more laughter and teasing, the haze of smoke curling through the air as the playlist shifted to something softer, more melodic. At some point, Hyunjin leaned closer, his shoulder pressing against mine.

“Next time, we’ll smoke alone,” he whispered, his voice low enough that only I could hear.

I turned to him, my thoughts hazy but warm, and nodded. “Deal.”

For the rest of the night, his presence felt like a steady hum beside me, grounding me even as the world tilted and blurred in the best way possible.

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Getting high with Hyunjin quickly became the highlight of my weeks. Despite his promise that we’d smoke alone next time, Chan’s presence was a given—he was Hyunjin’s roommate and dealer, after all. But I didn’t mind. Chan had a calming presence, an older-brother vibe with just enough chaos to make him fun, and Jisung often tagged along, too. What started as casual hangouts became a routine, one I looked forward to as much as my favorite art history lectures.

It felt like a dream to be part of such a warm, welcoming group after the isolation of my freshman year. Back then, my days had been a blur of late-night cramming sessions and anxiety-filled mornings. Failing my first three business administration classes during my first semester had shaken me to my core, leaving me questioning everything about myself. By the time spring rolled around, I was barely scraping by, clutching onto passing grades as though they were my lifeline.

But that semester had also been the turning point. Art history—a class I had added on a whim to fill my schedule—lit a spark in me I didn’t know I had. I spent hours pouring over slides of Renaissance paintings and Impressionist masterpieces, getting lost in brushstrokes and color theory. Biology had been another unexpected success. When I saw my final grades—a surprising A in both classes—I knew something had to change.

By summer, I’d decided to leave business behind, switching my major to environmental science and tacking on a minor in art history. For the first time in a year, my schedule felt like a reflection of who I wanted to be, not who I thought I had to be. It was my mom who suggested I find a job on campus. “You’ll meet people,” she said, “and maybe it’ll make school feel a little less lonely.”

She was right. I could never have imagined, sitting in my room and filling out that online application for the campus bookstore, that months later I’d be celebrating the new year in a haze of smoke and laughter. A joint between my lips, red solo cups clinking against each other, Hyunjin’s arm draped casually over my shoulder as we drunkenly sang “Auld Lang Syne.”

That night, Chan had brought his date, Amanda, a bubbly pre-med student with an infectious laugh. They spent most of the evening sitting on the couch, passing a joint back and forth in between playful kisses. I couldn’t help but glance at them a few times—there was something intimate and mesmerizing about the way Chan leaned close to Amanda, blowing smoke into her mouth before sealing it with a kiss.

Hyunjin noticed. Of course he noticed. He always seemed to pick up on the small things, like the way my gaze lingered a little too long or the blush that crept up my neck when he caught me staring.

As the countdown to midnight began, Hyunjin quietly took the joint from my lips, his movements smooth and deliberate. The lighter flickered in his hand, casting his face in a warm, golden glow as he lit it and took a deep inhale. He gestured for me to follow him, leading me to a quieter corner of the room. My back pressed gently against the wall as he stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell the faint citrus of his cologne beneath the haze of weed smoke.

“Did you want to try that?” he asked softly, nodding toward Chan and Amanda, who were sharing another smoky kiss on the couch.

I blinked up at him, my mouth suddenly dry. His voice was low, almost teasing, but there was a gentleness to it that made me feel safe, even as my heart thudded violently in my chest. I swallowed hard, the alcohol buzzing in my veins giving me the courage to nod. “Yeah,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

“10, 9, 8…”

The countdown swelled around us, but all I could hear was my pulse hammering in my ears. Hyunjin’s cheeks were flushed pink, whether from the warmth of the room or what he was about to do, I couldn’t tell. He held my gaze as he brought the joint to his lips, the end burning a bright orange as he inhaled deeply.

“7, 6, 5, 4…”

He moved the joint away, holding it loosely in one hand as he leaned closer, his other hand bracing against the wall beside my head. The air between us felt electric, every nerve in my body alive with anticipation. “Just inhale,” he murmured, his voice soft but steady, his dark eyes flickering to my parted lips.

“3, 2, 1…”

He exhaled slowly, a steady stream of smoke escaping his mouth. My instincts took over, and I leaned in, inhaling the smoke as it drifted between us. My eyes stayed locked on his, on the mole beneath his eye, the world around us fading into a blur of warmth and color. The smoke filled my lungs, and before I could think too hard about what was happening, his lips brushed against mine, soft and tentative.

“Happy New Year!”

The room erupted in cheers, but I barely registered the noise. His kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, his hand sliding from the wall to rest lightly on my hip. My head spun, a mix of weed, alcohol, and the sheer sensation of him.

Then reality hit—my lungs were still full of smoke. I pulled back suddenly, turning my head as a coughing fit overtook me. For a split second, he froze, his face a mix of confusion and concern, until I started laughing between coughs.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his lips quirking into a grin.

“Yeah,” I managed, wiping a tear from my cheek as the coughing subsided. “I’m fine. Sorry, I just—”

He cut me off with a laugh of his own, his hand brushing against mine. “First time for everything,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled at me.

We stood there for a moment, grinning at each other like fools, before the noise of the room pulled us back. He grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the center of the room where our friends were exchanging hugs and shouting well-wishes for the new year.

As Jisung threw an arm around both of us, pulling us into a chaotic group hug, I glanced at Hyunjin, his cheeks still pink, his smile brighter than any firework. And in that moment, I knew—this was exactly where I was meant to be.

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The next weekend, I found myself back at Chan’s place, indulging in one last hurrah before classes started again. The cozy apartment was alive with music and laughter, the air thick with the familiar haze of weed. Chan had proudly brought out the bong that Hyunjin had gifted him for Christmas—a sleek, emerald-green piece that caught the light beautifully—and after my very first hit, I ended up in the kitchen with the pretty boy from the art section.

Our hands were intertwined, his larger one enveloping mine, resting on my lap as I perched on the counter. There was something so easy, so natural about the way he stood close, his free hand tapping absently against the counter’s edge, his soft gaze fixed on mine.

“Stay here for a while,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting. “Just you and me.”

He had to know by now there was no place I’d rather be, right?

“Okay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the muffled music and chatter from the living room.

I turned his hand in mine, placing his warm palm against my thigh, just above my knee, and reached for his cheek with my other hand. He straightened up at the touch, his expression shifting as he stepped between my dangling legs, bringing us closer. His cheeks flushed a soft pink under the dim kitchen light, and I felt the warmth of his skin bloom under my fingertips.

He smiled—gentle as always—but his eyes turned deeper, darker, brimming with something unspoken. The weight of his gaze made my arms feel weak, and my hand dropped from his cheek to rest on his shoulder. Slowly, I let it trail down his arm until his other hand instinctively found the curve of my hip.

“I think about you all the time,” he said suddenly, the words spilling out like he’d been holding them back for too long. He nibbled on the inside of his lip, watching me closely. “Did you know that?”

My heart stuttered in my chest, my cheeks burning hotter than ever. Words felt useless, so instead, I scooted closer to the edge of the counter, pressing my heels against the cabinets below to close the distance between us. My eyes darted between his hazy, half-lidded gaze and his soft, parted lips.

“I dream about you every night,” I admitted, my voice trembling but sure. My hands twitched as they slid up and down his forearms, only to fall away and find their place on his waist, gripping the sides of his soft, long-sleeve shirt like it was the only thing grounding me.

Hyunjin shuddered, his breath hitching. He slid his hand from my knee up my thigh, gripping my other hip as he pulled me even closer. His lips found mine for the second time, the kiss cautious but firmer now, more certain. The faint taste of weed and the cool temperature from the water bottle lingered on his mouth, and I melted into him, clutching his shirt tighter. A tiny whimper escaped me before I could stop it, and I felt him respond immediately—his fingers dug deeper into my hips, his body leaning closer until I could feel the thud of his heart against mine.

But just as the kiss deepened, he pulled back, his hands trembling slightly where they rested on my hips. His face was flushed, his lips glistening, and his words tumbled out in a rush.

“Do you wanna go out with me?” he blurted, his voice quick and nervous, like he’d forgotten he’d been holding onto the thought all night. “I mean—like, I meant to ask you earlier. I just…” He laughed nervously, his thumbs hooking into the belt loops of my jeans, fidgeting as he rambled on. “I thought maybe we could go to the art museum. They’re doing this post-impressionism exhibit, and I know you said you were taking the class on Van Gogh, so I thought maybe it’d be cool, you know? If you wanted to—”

I cut him off with another kiss, laughing softly against his lips.

“Hyunnie,” I giggled, pulling back just enough to meet his wide, startled eyes. “Of course, I’ll go out with you.”

His expression softened immediately, his beautiful pink lips curling into the kind of smile that made my stomach flip. For a moment, he just looked at me like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice quieter now, his hands steadying themselves on my hips.

“Yeah,” I said, leaning forward to rest my forehead against his. “I’d love to.”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe his luck.

“Cool,” he whispered, and then, with a surge of confidence, he kissed me again—this time with no hesitation.

In the other room, Chan’s voice rang out, laughing over some joke Jisung had cracked. But in the kitchen, it was just us, Hyunjin’s arms wrapping securely around me as I held onto him like I’d finally found something—or someone—worth holding onto.

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anarchist-wonderland · 7 months ago

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#me #personal #grunge #alternative #grungie #grunge wonderland #mine #lgbtq #photography #graffittiart #graffiti #aesthetically #exact feeling what i’ve been looking for #lonely kids #stoner #lost #the strays

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chans1aptop · 1 year ago

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EXACTLY

post smoke sesh in need of han jisunggggggg

thinking about how ji would love to get high with his s/o. I just imagine him loving how much more intensified the pleasure you give him is, and how much more intensified the pleasure he gives YOU is…. ughhh slow messy intense high sex with ji I think I’m gonna #explode

Me seeing this at the absolute perfect timing because I may or may not have started writing about stoned Hanji today 👀

PLEASE it would absolutely change your life, the way he’d be extra attentive to your pleasure and every little touch or kiss would be so intensified… he’d like it messy too, letting himself go completely with you while you’re both a little fucked out from the pleasure and the weed. Lots of sloppy tongue kissing and his fingers prodding desperately into your sopping pussy, almost cums his fucking pants when you palm him over his clothes and begs you to suck his dick. But everything is patient and pleasant and it would just go on for hours. Would definitely become a planned thing between the two of you, taking days off just to smoke and fuck allllll day long. Followed by bags of greasy takeout food and movies in bed. Please I need him you guys. Please. 😵‍💫

#stoner!han agenda #I fucking LOVE it #ov’s reblogs ₊˚⊹♡#stray kids #skz

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secretsecretbunny · 1 year ago

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Just friends: stray kids smau.

Get to know the characters/story set up.

pairing: lee minho x f!reader - roommate!skz.

genre: fluff, angst, smau, (maybe smut in the future idk yet, may have written parts as well) roommates au.

notes/set up: boys are non idols, but some still do music/dance + other jobs. they all live together in a big ass house that's owned by richboy!felix's family. chan, minho, changbin, and y/n were college friends. chan and felix are cousins. felix, hyunjin, han, seungmin, and innie were college friends. literally all college dropouts which is what they all bonded over. ended up living together by association basically. chan, bin, and han are still 3racha, and are known, just not famous.

↓about them↓

chan: nicknames- channie, dad, pops, paparacha, sometimes gets called chris but usually only when someone's mad/serious. producer for social media musicians/small time musicians, and 3racha. almost always at the studio. group dad. supportive, sweet, helpful, responsible, overworker, protective, peace keeper. loves his friends more than anything, also loves music, romcoms, running/jogging, working out with changbin. well off but not super rich.

minho: nicknames- min, catboy, grumpy, twinkle toes, dancing queen, loverboy, hoe. choreographer/dance instructor. cold on the outside, squishy in the middle. doesn't express his feelings well, but tends to be softer around y/n. loves cats, movie nights, night walks/drives, and true crime podcasts. social weed smoker and drinker. hardworker, sarcastic, flirty, funny, makes inappropriate jokes. he likes to pretend he doesn't care, but secretly does.

changbin: nicknames- binnie, bin, binbo, crybaby, muscle man, beefcake. personal trainer, duh. loud. straight up himbo. his appearance scares people but he's protective, kind, caring, and will cry at cute things/when he's happy. absolutely loves cute things, y/n's cooking, cheesy TV dramas, rapping, working out, and affection. all around soft boy until you piss him off.

hyunjin: nicknames- hyune, hyunnie bun, jinnie, gorgeous, rapunzel, punzie, bob ross. he's rich. also sells his art. sarcastic, blunt, artistic, boujie, addicted to shopping. also likes to pretend he doesn't care, but probably cares too much. loves painting, drawing, and being lazy with his friends. a little in love with felix, no one can tell if he's serious or not. will absolutely start painting on the walls, floors, or ceilings just because he can. everyone loves it though.

jisung: nicknames- hanji, ji, hannie, babygirl, smokeshow, bud, han yolo. does random odd jobs and makes a suspicious amount of money from it + sometimes streams with felix. stoner, great friend, supportive, anxious, hyper, has mad adhd, loves anime, rapping, and sweets. he's a little weird but in a good and cute way. loves sharing his weed with his friends. also loud.

felix: nicknames- lixie, lix, pixie, sunshine, golden boy, richy rich, brownie boy, angel. also just rich, part time streamer. literally sunshine ofc. social butterfly. always trying to drag y/n or one of the boys somewhere. sweet, generous, kind, happy, excitable, loves cute things, baking, video games, and also anime. him and ji bond over it.

seungmin: nicknames- seungminnie, minnie, puppy, bitch, dickhead, devil. luxury dog walker (started his own dog walking business). sarcastic, sometimes rude, easily annoyed, but overall a great friend. likes dogs more than people. protective af but tries to hide it. will 100% shut off his rude and sarcastic comments if his friends really need him. loves pranks, coffee, singing, writing, and scary movies.

jeongin: nicknames- innie, in, babyboy, coffee boy, bigmouth. barista at a fancy coffee shop. wants to make his own money and not live off of his wealthy parents. sweet, kind, generous, can be sarcastic when he wants to be. loves animals, coffee, video games, asmr, and singing. can't keep a secret to save his life. plays innocent but is definitely not. once smoked weed and and cried because he couldn't remember how to make a latte. never smoked again. he's the only one of the boys who calls y/n noona.

y/n: nicknames- bug, bubs, princess, tiny, sweetheart, pretty, feisty, attitude, noona. has lots of secrets and trauma. no one knows what she does for work. she refuses to tell the boys and any time they have tried to find out she catches on and puts a stop to it. they just know she's getting paid well. sweet, kind, funny, people pleaser, messy. has an attitude sometimes and can hold a grudge. when in a fight or flight situation it's 50/50. she'll either punch you in the face or run so far her legs turn to jelly. acts confident and bold: isn't. just a great actress. gets sad often but pretends she's not. loves cooking, ghibli movies, plants/flowers, cuddling, fire, and her friends. hates her family. smokes with ji a lot but is a social drinker. she grew up really poor so she tends to get anxious about spending money/people spending money on her. 100% gets princess treatment regardless.

Socials:

part one || part 1.5 || part two || part three

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ellaak · 1 year ago

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ENHYPEN RECOMMENDATION LIST

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Last Updated : July 24th 2024

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PARK JAY What do you mean dad went to get the milk!? 🃁 ~ ☊ @/orangflowalober Why do the children know what the milk joke means..... 21st CENTURY GIRL ✉ ~ ☊ @/hoonvrs This was acc so funny the way they refused to believe jay You Again? 🃁 ~ ♡ @/songbirdseung AIRPORT CRUSH ON ANOTHER LEVEL

SIM JAKE LIKE HOT SUMMER 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @/jaystardust Good thing Sungchan was a hoe, so Jake could come in and save us :p Hello Kitty Meets Batman (Not Clickbait!) 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @/star-sim Jake was so downbad, but the way their privacy got invaded made me sad :( WEBS OF HURT 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @/jaylver I HAD TO SCREAM INTO MY PILLOW. THIS FIC, OH THIS FIC, I LOVE IT SM

PARK SUNGHOON Always Forever 🃁 ~ ♡ @/kairoot MY BB HOON 12 Days Of Christmas ✉ ~ ☊ @/jebi-won SUNGHOON IS SO ME but my wishlist never came Return To Sender ✏ ~ ☔︎︎ @/jjunberry I would've never speak to my sibling ever again.... Look At Me Now ✉ ~ ☊ @/facechasers SECRET RELATIONSHIP TROUP >>>>> The Perfect Love Scheme 🃁 ~ ♡ @/lovepookie I LOVE THE LOSER SUNGHOON AGENDA NOW WE DATE! ✉ ~ ☊ @/boyfhee Sunghoon will always be so bbg Back Off! 🃁 ~ ♡ @/delcakoo Hand bumping while I'm getting snacks is not romantic so MOVE Mirrorball 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @/rosenhypen HOLDING MY TEARS THE WHOLE FIC With Love, Sunghoon 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @/dazed-hee I WENT THROUGH SM EMOTIONS HOON WAS AN ASS Take a Chance With Me 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @/snghnlvr I FACEPALMED WHEN SUNGHOON SAID THAT Homesick 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @/aakomii The line 'take me home' did me IN Introducing You To His Fans On Vlive 🃁 ~ ♡ @/nokacchan Sunghoon just being smitten The 24-Hour Dating Challenge 🃁 ~ ♡ @/jaeyunverse Someone better confess to me in asters NOONA ✉ ~ ☊ @/hoonvrs Play WOW by stray kids HOW TO NOT SURVIVE HIGHSCHOOL 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @/srjlvr I too would've ignored his ass after 8th grade, BUT BEAUTIFUL PLOT! Red Light, Green Light 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @/restlessmaknae THE GREENEST FLAG EVER IN THIS FIC

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NISHIMURA RIKI Love Dive ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @/tzyuki KEEYNKI SOLOS. Shoot! ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @/amakumos GENSHIN DATING APP REAL. CAN I BE YOURS? 🃁 ~ ♡ @/mintsvnoo SMALL NIKI AND HIS INNOCENT ACTIONS YOUR HIGHNESS 🃁 ~ ♡ @/nkplanet and people ask me why I have high standards Weird Cat Guy 🃁 ~ ♡ @/boydepartment He didn't catch a cat..... THAT'S HER!! ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @/jakesgalxy I prayed for the previous CEO's downfall. His Muse 🃁 ~ ♡ @/pnghoon To be someone's muse is just so soft :3 Just Us, And Your Brother... 🃁 ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @/tyunni Heeseung was so foul for those last texts LMAO NI-KI Boyfie Hcs ☆ ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @/icysab I snorted so hard reading this TuT Behind The Net! 🃁 ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @/delcakoo In the end, it was a reward disguised as a punishment

OT7 She's Taken PT.2 ☆ ~ ☊ @/star-sim THE FANS ARE SO SILLY Is Your Girlfriend Single? PT.2 ☆ ~ ☊ @/star-sim DYING OF LAUGHTER QUITE LITERALLY Being Asked Out PT.2 ☆ ~ ♡ @/wwonwonism Made me giggle Lipgloss & Kisses ☆ ~ ♡ @/maeumi-jng WHEN IS IT MY TURN ooo You Want Me So Bad ☆ ~ ♡ ~ ☊ @/sharkorok THE NICE TO YOU BUT RUDE TO EVERYONE ELSE TROUP IS GONNA BE THE END OF ME SELLING MY BOYFRIEND ☆ ~ ✉ ~ ☊ @/luvyeni Something silly for valentines Enha reaction to their s/o crying after a member scares them ☆ ~ ♡ @/yeeunjia This is me and my sensitive heart Enha getting you a snack you're craving at 3am ☆ ~ ☊ @/n1k1tty Get urself a s/o who gets you what you're craving at unholy hours When You Can't Sleep Without Them ☆ ~ ♡ @/angel1kisses Very Comforting You Get Shipped With Another Idol ☆ ~ ✉ ~ ☊ @/leaderwon JAYS WAS SO DIRTY LMAO

#enha x Reader #Enhypen x Reader #Lee Heeseung x Reader #Jay Park x Reader #Jake Sim x Reader #Park Sunghoon x Reader #Kim Sunoo x Reader #Yang Jungwon x Reader #Riki Nishimura x Reader

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suzieloveships · 6 months ago

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This is only going to make sense to people that are as insane as I am.

And no I will not eleborate

Hannigram is a father,

Loustat is a mother,

Villaneve is an older sister, but like much older, like she moved to college already,

Rhaenicent is a second oldest,

Tomgreg and Tomshiv are the twins,

Jackieshauna is the baby sister,

Devil's minion is an uncle from mom side,

Gotham!Riddlebird is an aunt from dad side (I have to be specific because last time I check their relationship in the comics was much healthier),

Dreleanor (Do Revenge) is a cousin that only visit during holidays,

Chiffany (Chucky doll) is nosey neighbor,

LeexMaren (Bones and All) is that local stoner everyone knows

The throuple from Challengers is that rude lady no one like because she is really mean to everyone but who deep down is just really lonely

Other ships from Yellowjackets are little sister friends that are always in the house

LEGO!Batjokes is that annoying kid that pranks everyone

Baffy is a stray cat that lives under the house, at least we think it's a cat

Not sure who Mercutio and Tybalt are but they are here too

Some are probably missing, I'm not in every fandoms. Heck I'm not even in some of those fandoms, this is base on intepretations I got from post from this site

Edit

I forgot about Peter and Catherine!!!

They are also that friend that is always at the house to the point they are pretty much part of the family

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letsgoletsgetit08 · 1 month ago

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It's A Trip! Ch. 2

summary: It started off as a joke, the proposition to road trip from the east coast to the west coast for Hongjoong and Seonghwa's wedding, but then Mingi said yes. And Jongho wasn't about to pass up that opportunity.

warnings/tags: mdni!, mxm, smut, recreational drug use, tropes, fluff, light angst, wooyoung is a little shit, jongho is whipped, au non-famous, siri play maknae on top by stray kids

pairing: top!jongho x bottom!mingi

author's note: I couldn't resist the idea of a little stoner road trip situation with unspoken feelings and Wooyoung trying to play matchmaker behind the scenes. Loosely based on the song of the same title by Joywave that got stuck in my head recently and fits the vibes, I think. Anyway. Enjoy!

word count: 21k (around 3.5k per chapter, 6 chapters total)

ao3 link: It's A Trip!

Day Two

Jongho woke up to his alarm at 5am, cold and alone. He wasn't surprised, necessarily, but couldn't help and feel a little sad. It would have been nice to wake up still embracing the man he was harboring a secret crush on. Oh well.

The other three were milling about groggily in the kitchen, Mingi looking incomprehensibly adorable with his hair still sticking up in odd places and face puffy from sleep and too much sodium the night before.

“I saved you the last cup of coffee.” Mingi told Jongho after noticing him walk in.

His face was unreadable for once, which was frustrating for Jongho. The fact that Mingi was typically completely incapable of hiding his emotions, his face always a dead giveaway to his thoughts, was something that Jongho admired most about him. He tended to take people very literally otherwise and often found himself confused when peoples’ expressions differed greatly from their words or actions. So the fact that he couldn't tell how Mingi felt in that very moment - their first moment together after spending the night cuddling together in the same bed - led Jongho to two possible conclusions: either Mingi remembered nothing and was being completely normal right now, or he remembered all of it and this was his plea to ignore it and return back to homeostasis.

Either way, it didn't really matter. Jongho would go along with whatever Mingi wanted, however he wanted to handle it. He wasn't Wooyoung, he wouldn't pry.

Speaking of the devil, Wooyoung kept casting him fiendish looks over his coffee mug from across the table, raising his eyebrows suggestively, acting as if he was implying he and Mingi had slept together last night or something. Jongho didn't give him the satisfaction of any sort of response.

Instead, he addressed the room, “I don't mind taking first shift driving again.”

Mingi stood up to wash his now empty coffee mug, “Shotgun!”

Like anyone would ever fight him on that. Jongho didn't think he'd seen Wooyoung and San not touching in some way since they had gotten together during undergrad.

But when the four of them had packed up and were loading the car, Wooyoung suddenly made a mad dash for the front seat.

Mingi stared at him incredulously, “What the hell, man!”

“Oh, did you call the front seat?” Wooyoung was putting on a show of innocence, “Sorry, must not have heard you. Maybe next time just say what you mean to say instead of speaking in code and dancing around the subject.”

Mingi was lost, “Uhhh okay. I mean it's a pretty common phrase but-”

Jongho cut him off, “Wooyoung, move. Mingi called it. If we can't all play by the very basic rules of the road, we shouldn't have gone on a road trip together.”

Wooyoung didn't move, “No. I'm already here. Mingi can sit in the back with San. Can't you Mingi?”

Jongho was getting heated now, “No he can't, he called-”

San cut them off, “He's not going to give it up, you might as well hop in the back, Mingi.”

Jongho might have imagined it, but he swore Mingi was pouting when he climbed into the backseat next to San, directly behind Jongho instead of beside him.

Wooyoung looked entirely too proud of himself. Little shit.

Wooyoung rode up front all the way from Knoxville to Nashville and Jongho swore it was the longest stent of the trip so far. After getting to be next to Mingi all day and then unexpectedly all night as well, he was annoyed that he wasn’t sitting beside him currently. Once he got a taste of proximity with him again, he wondered how he had stood going so long without it. To make things worse, Wooyoung was yapping the whole way, engaging only Jongho in the conversation to the point where Mingi and San ended up having their own conversations in the backseat. Jongho was almost at his wit’s end, about to pull over early and demand to switch, but then he saw the exit signs start mentioning Nashville and he decided he could wait it out. He had demanded that they stop at Third Man Records in Nashville while they were there. Wooyoung decided to allow it, mostly - so he claimed - because there was a brunch spot nearby that he wanted to try.

Third Man was even better in person than the pictures Jongho had seen on Instagram. He was having trouble choosing what piece of merch he wanted to buy. Had an even harder time not taking home a whole case of vinyl. Mingi seemed to love it, too. He bounded over to Jongho excitedly, “There’s a recording booth! We can record something and print it on vinyl!”

Jongho recalled what he was talking about from his research he’d done on the place, “Oh, yeah! the Voice-o-Graph, right?”

Mingi nodded, “Yeah, come on let’s go! Sing something with me!” He grabbed Jongo’s wrist and drug him over to the booth.

The booth wasn’t really built for two people, but they made it work anyway, Mingi practically in Jongho’s lap.

“Any song come to mind?” Jongo asked him.

Mingi thought about it for a second, “What about… This Must Be the Place by the Talking Heads? I know you know that one. And I maybe also really like it. I kinda missed hearing it when you moved on.”

It was true. Jongho had gone through a bit of a phase with that song at one point. He still stood by it, though. He hadn’t realized Mingi also liked it so much though. The thought made his chest bloom, head feeling pleasantly fuzzy.

Mingi started them off, Jongho joining in on the second stanza. Mingi had been avoiding Jongho’s eyes until he got to the pre-chorus:

“…And you’re standing here beside me

I love the passing of time”

Where he looked straight into the depths of his soul, it seemed.

Jongho had forgotten just how romantic the song was, which was probably why he had been so hung up on it at one point. He realized now, singing it with Mingi, making him know he meant it when he sang,

“You’ve got a face with a view”

that he had always thought of Mingi when it came to this song.

He had been in love with him for years. Just didn’t know it. Because he had nothing else to compare it to. He thought he had just preferred Mingi to his other friends, but now that he had tried dating, and was getting to be around Mingi again, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was in love.

Fuck.

They finished the song out and Mingi’s face had ended up so close to Jongho’s that it wouldn’t take very much at all to close the gap and land his lips on Mingi’s. Mingi’s eyelids fluttered for a second, his breath shallow from exertion. Probably from exertion. Not from desire. Surely.

The booth door opened abruptly, revealing an all too pleased Wooyoung, “Bravo! You two successfully cleared out the whole building with that performance.”

They knew he was lying, all of them had gone to music school together, they were all good singers. Which meant that Wooyoung was doing it to be a nuisance. Jongho gave him a murderous look, which was met with a completely innocent expression from the other. Oh he’d be having words with him later.

Mingi wasn’t as bothered, just moved back into his own space and said, “Jongho, you need to let me produce an album for you. You promised you’d think about it! Your voice is too good to just be teaching.”

Jongho tried to hide his smile but was unsuccessful. He was very proud of his voice and getting a compliment from Mingi meant everything to him.

“I’ll think about it.” He told him.

They collected their vinyl once it was finished pressing and checked out with their souvenirs. Jongho couldn’t wait to listen to their recording on his record player. He had a feeling it was about to become his very favorite.

They shouldn’t have been surprised that Wooyoung was taking them to drag brunch, really. He had gone through a Drag Race obsession back in undergrad. It was more surprising that he had chosen something that would be this big of a time sink.

But Jongho had to admit, it was a good time. The queens loved Mingi and San, kept choosing them out of the crowd to stand up and dance with them or to serenade them. They were embarrassed but were good sports about it. Jongho and Wooyoung took video for the group chat - the guys ate it up.

Jongho couldn’t but feel a pang of jealousy as San sat back down beside Wooyoung and the latter was able to kiss him on the cheek, secure in him being his. Jongho couldn’t do the same with Mingi. But he wanted to. He wanted everyone there to know who he belonged to. And he truly had never thought of himself as possessive, but now that he had realized his feelings for Mingi, he was getting stronger and stronger urges to confess. Tell him how he felt. Ideally, he felt the same. But if not, at least then he could start moving forward, moving on. He was sure even if Mingi didn’t return his feelings, that they could figure out how to be friends again. Maybe not immediately, but at some point. But would their friendship ever be truly the same? That’s what worried him the most. That, and rejection was also terrifying.

He needed more time to think on it.

He beat Wooyoung to the front seat as Mingi hopped into the driver’s seat. Really, he probably wouldn’t have tried again, but Jongho wasn’t going to take any chances.

Now that they were fed and caffeinated, the few hours to Memphis was full of car games that Wooyoung seemed to be making up half of on the spot.

“Someone picks a song and we go around picking a new song where the title of the next song starts with the last word of the title of the song before it. Like if I started with Closing Time, then maybe San would choose Time to Pretend. Understand?”

Mingi had a vast music taste and kept winning because he kept picking song titles with weird esoteric words in them that no one could find a song to follow.

Jongho won several rounds of twenty questions.

Wooyoung kept winning the alphabet game, but the others were convinced he was cheating. “I saw that sign, too, Wooyo, there’s no word that starts with ‘X’ on there!” Mingi had protested. It was no use. Wooyoung doubled down until they all gave in.

San found a Mad Libs app on his phone and they had fun filling in the blanks with the most immature word choices they could think of.

Before they knew it, they were seeing signs for Memphis.

“Anyone hungry yet?” Mingi asked.

“Uhh not really.” Jongho replied.

Wooyoung and San agreed. They had no room for Memphis barbeque. Maybe on the way back.

They stopped at a gas station in not the best area of town, grabbed snacks for the road, switched drivers, (landing Mingi and Jongo in the backseat together again) and got the hell out of there. Marveled at the giant Bass Pro Shop pyramid on their way out.

Goodbye, Tennessee.

Hello, Arkansas.

The first half of Arkansas was boring and ugly. They stopped in Little Rock to switch drivers for the last time that night, and this time it was Jongho who cornered Wooyoung in the bathroom.

“What the hell, man?” He asked him incredulously.

Wooyoung smiled smugly, “What the hell, what?”

“What have you been on about, Wooyoung? You knew Mingi wanted shotgun earlier!” He whisper-yelled at him.

Wooyoung shrugged, “Distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

Jongho sighed, exasperated, “We’ve had distance! Plenty of it! For years!”

“Yeah but,” he laughed, “think about how pissed you are about it right now. I bet Mingi was feeling the same way.”

“You make no sense to me.” Jongho said flatly before pushing past him and back outside.

After stopping for the last time of the night, as they entered northwest Arkansas, the scenery got much better. Mingi had pulled out his wired earbuds that time and offered one to Jongho so they could listen to music together. Leaning towards each other across the cup holder fold-out. Getting sleepy with the silence in the car. Jongho’s head kept slipping out of his hand. Mingi nudged him and patted his shoulder. Jongho felt butterflies stir in his stomach again as he leaned over and rested his head there on Mingi’s broad shoulder. Mingi rested his head on top of Jongho’s. Listening to Billie Holiday’s self-titled album. It was peaceful. Intimate. Jongho could spend an eternity doing exactly that.

He awoke to the car turning off, parked behind what he assumed to be the inn Wooyoung had booked. It was a cool old light yellow house called Dickson Street Inn.

Wooyoung had neglected to mention that it was a popular place for couples to stay on their wedding nights. All the rooms were singles. He would be sharing a bed with Mingi. Again.

It’s not that he wasn’t excited, it’s just that it made him nervous.

They made plans to meet back out by the car in an hour to go find a bite to eat and then hit the town.

Was it smart to go out the night before another full day of driving? Probably not. Were they going to do it anyway? Of course they were. It was the week of Halloween and they were in a college town. They intended to make the most of it.

“Is eyeliner too much?” Mingi called from the bathroom where he was getting ready for the night, door cracked open so that he and Jongho could talk from the other’s position on the bed.

“I say no. It’s Halloweek. And I really enjoyed your emo phase.” Jongho chided him.

Mingi’s head popped around the corner, “What if I still haven’t learned how to do it, though?”

Jongho laughed, “Want some help?”

“Please?” Mingi asked, sticking his bottom lip out.

Jongho shook his head, gathered himself off the bed, and walked into the bathroom to take the eyeliner pencil out of Mingi’s hand.

“Hop up,” he instructed, patting the bathroom counter.

Mingi obeyed and Jongho stepped in between his legs in order to get close enough to do his eye makeup.

“Look up,” Jongho directed. Mingi did as he was told so that Jongho could apply the eyeliner underneath his eye, gently as he could.

“Okay, eyes closed,” he ordered.

Mingi reached out and touched his waist as his eyes closed, “I like this shirt, by the way.”

Jongho tried not to jump at his touch out of surprise, not wanting to scare him off, enjoying his large hand’s presence there, “Yeah? Thanks. It’s new.”

Mingi smiled, “I thought so.”

“Don’t act like you know me.” Jongho joked.

Their faces were close enough together to be sharing one another’s breath again. Mingi’s was warm and minty on Jongho’s face. He felt Mingi’s hand grip almost imperceptibly tighter as he moved on to the other eye. Jongho hoped Mingi couldn’t hear his heart trying to beat out of his chest. He could easily close the gap between them right now if he wanted to. If he was brave. But he didn’t want to kiss Mingi unless he knew indubitably that his friend wanted that as well. And he wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet. So instead, he finished the other eye, patting Mingi on the face, “Alright, take a look. Let me know if I need to fix anything.

Jongho took a step back to let Mingi hop down, but Mingi kept his hand on his waist the whole time, using him to ensure a solid landing, before finally letting go and turning around to look in the mirror.

“It’s perfect. Thanks, man.” Mingi smiled at him through the mirror.

“Anytime.” Jongho replied. And he meant it. He would do anything for Mingi.

Dinner was spent at a basement level burger joint that was famous in the city. The decor was vintage, it was loud and busy, and the food was delicious. No complaints. Wooyoung had done it again. Next on his list was a bar down the street called Maxine’s. It was also packed and they had gone all out with decorations for Halloween. The inside was completely Pirates of the Caribbean themed, the bartenders and bar backs were also dressed to theme. One of them, a pretty brunette wearing a theme-appropriate corset, hair braided with a red bandana, looked at Mingi in his outfit (which, admittedly, wasn’t not pirate-y) and eyeliner and said, “Oh, nice, you’re a pirate, too!”

He laughed, “Um, not intentionally,” he glanced down at his outfit, “but uh yeah, I guess I am.”

“Cute. First drink is free for fellow pirates,” she winked at him, “What can I get for y’all?”

Jongho had to resist the urge to throw his hand around Mingi’s waist. The bartender hadn’t done anything wrong but he once again found himself wishing he was in a position where everyone would know who Mingi belonged to. Wishing that he had the right to claim he belonged to him at all.

They ordered and happened to find the area towards the back of the bar to be both unoccupied and to have a dart board on the wall.

Wooyoung looked at them, “Teams of two?”

They agreed.

Mingi was laughably terrible at it, only getting worse the more he drank. By the second round, he was whining, “Jongho, you have to help me! I suck!”

Jongho was glad to have liquid courage in his system. He approached Mingi from behind, his hand finding the wrist attached to the hand holding the dart, “Okay, just stare down the bullseye and don’t let your eyes move off of it, no matter what. Then you’ll bring your hand back,” he guided his hand backwards, “And then follow through like this,” he demonstrated, “and try to keep your hand level. But most importantly, eye on the bullseye.” He stepped back, hating the distance immediately, “Okay, you try.”

Mingi took a deep breath and threw the dart. It wasn’t a bullseye, but it was much better than what he had been throwing. He jumped in excitement and pulled Jongho in for a bear hug, “You fixed me!” He yelled into his ear.

Jongho laughed, letting himself be squeezed.

They win the third round. Mingi celebrated with shots.

Jongho and Wooyoung easily have the best tolerance of the four of them, with San being the worst of them. He was still sipping on his first drink of the night while the others were on number three or four. Which meant that Mingi was the most buzzed of them all, face almost as pink as his hair. It was cute. Jongho made him drink some water before moving on to the next bar.

This bar was also decorated for Halloween, and had pinball and skeeball machines in the back.

The bartender there looked at them and exclaimed, “Oh! Nice BTS costumes, guys!”

They looked between themselves. Four Korean transplants all dressed more fashion forward than had reached the states yet, and definitely not the south. Yeah, okay. Maybe if that was your only point of reference for their culture, sure. They probably looked like they were dressed up as the only k-pop group most people could name.

They decided to just roll with it, looking at each other before Wooyoung finally looked at her and said, “Thanks!”

They laughed it off as soon as they turned away from the bar with their drinks.

After that, the night moved on in a bit of a blur. Mingi was weirdly good at pinball. They played games and drank and laughed and had a great time. It was only on their way back that Jongho saw just how drunk Mingi had gotten. He could barely walk in a straight line and kept barking at cars that passed by for some reason.

Jongho helped him up the stairs to their room at the inn. Upon entering, Mingi immediately darted to the bathroom, no time to close the door before he was kneeling in front of the toilet, vomiting up every ounce he had put away previously.

Jongho followed him in, found a headband in his toiletry bag and helped him put it on to keep his hair out of his face while he was sick. Mingi groaned pathetically and Jongho knelt down beside him, rubbing his back, “I know honey. You’re okay.” He cooed to the man, a little surprised at his own softness.

Jongho stood up and went to the bedroom where he found some water glasses on top of the mini fridge, which he filled up for both of them before grabbing some Ibuprofen from his own bathroom bag.

“Here, sit up a little,” he told the other from the ground beside him, “Sip on this.”

Mingi did as he was told, but tried to chug the water. Jongho stopped him, “No, no, no, no chugging, Mingi. You’ll make yourself sick again. Take these though.” He handed him the pills.

Mingi tossed the pills back and followed them with more water.

“There you go. Good. That will help.”

Mingi was swaying on the spot from his place still kneeling in front of the toilet, when he leaned sideways, wrapped his arms around Jongho’s middle and mumbled, “Thank you.”

Jongho smiled down at him, so very fond, “Okay, pukey. You’re welcome. Let’s get you clean, yeah?”

He managed to get Mingi upright to where he could get his shirt off, then had him sit on the toilet to remove his pants before starting the water in the bathtub.

Was he ready, mentally or physically, to help a fully nude Mingi bathe while he was drunk as a skunk and Jongho himself tipsy? Not at all. Was it about to happen anyway? Yeah. Sure was.

Mingi had always had a beautiful body. A naturally muscular and lean build, someone who always found it easy to lose weight or gain muscle if he wanted to. Jongho couldn’t help but admire it. He managed to not make eye contact with Mingi’s genitalia as he pulled his underwear off and helped him rather clumsily into the bathtub.

Jongho washed the man’s body as well as he could. Mingi reached up and grabbed Jongho’s wrist as his hand was passing over his chest, staring at him a second before saying, “You’re so pretty. I like your face. Did you know that? My pretty Jongho.” He smiled deliriously up at him.

Jongho knew it was just the alcohol talking, but he couldn’t help the blush that creeped up his neck at the words. “You’re the pretty one, Mingi.” He corrected him.

“Uh-uh. No one as pretty as you, baby.” Mingi slurred.

Jongho’s heart did backflips at the pet name. Where did that even come from? He was too stunned to speak.

After he had gotten Mingi to bed and himself also hydrated and ready to sleep, he climbed in beside Mingi, whom he had thought to be out cold. But as soon as he felt Jongho’s weight on the bed, he rolled over and glommed onto his back, pulling him close to his chest. Jongho let himself relax into it. It might be the only time he ever experienced it. He fell asleep with Mingi’s warm breath tickling the hairs on his neck, content as ever.

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