#the quokka in his pocket

[exorexx]



[yangbbokari]

Skz makes a bet on you Maknae Line

Pairing: OT8 SKZ x f!Reader

Genre, AU: angst ofc, lovers to exes!AU

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, many mentions of insecurities. I think that abt it

Summary: you happened to learn one day that the never really loved you and only made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them

A.N: Not proof read at all and this is the maknae line to the previous one. Both part twos will be coming out soo I promise🤭

Parts: Hyung Line Part 2

HAN JISUNG It was his birthday and you were more than happy to surprise him. The members were in on it too. To suddenly stop during practice and sit him down.

For the whole day you were preparing. Making a cheesecake for him and baking a cake for the rest of the members. You decorated the cheesecake in some little quokka cake pops. After you were done, you began cooking his favorite meals and packing them up. When all the cooking, making, and cooking was done, you found that you had more time on your hands. So you felt the need to clean the house so it’d be all tidy when he got back.

You checked the time before heading out. The house was clean, food was ready, now all you needed to do was get a gift and drive to the company. As you strolled through the store a very particular item caught your eye. A small clip earring with a feather at the end. It was perfect. Jisung always called you his, quote on quote, “Little Dove.”

So you grabbed it and put it in a little box with a bow.

You drove to the company excitedly. Giving the food to the staff before making your way to the practice room. You were just about to step in when you heard it. The color drained form your face and the excitement you held earlier, gone.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year since me and y/n started dating and we made that bet.” You heard your boyfriend say.

Bang Chan tried to stop him. “Jisung, I think—”

“You guys have to remember! We made a bet to see if I could pull y/n. Y’all made me go up to her and ask if she wanted to date me because she seemed lonely and if she agreed then I’d get 20 bucks from each of y’all.”

You could hear the boys try to stop him since they knew you were here but it was too late. They turned to see the door to the practice room slowly creak open. Standing there with the cake in your hands and tears in your eyes.

“Happy Birthday, Baby.” You said as tears fell from your eyes. Quickly wiping them away since it was supposed to be a happy occasion. Placing the cake into a staff members hands, you shoved the box into your pocket. “I-I-I guess I’ll give you what you want for your birthday gift.” You turned and ran as far as you can. Dropping the gift into the trash can on your way out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEE FELIX He knew you were this insecure so how could he say that. You’d always hated your figure since before you could remember. Whenever you met someone new, that was the first thing they noticed. The size of your body. You hated the way you looked but Felix always told you different. He made you believe you were as beautiful as you are and you slowly gained your confidence.

That was until today. The confidence he helped you build, he tore down himself.

Today, you came home a bit earlier than usual. When walking through the door, you announced your arrival but Felix was nowhere in sight. You could hear the slight mumbling coming from another room. You had forgotten. He had told you that Minho was coming this morning.

After taking off your shoes and hanging your coat, you walked over to the door. Just so happening to hear what they were conversing. The cat-like boy began first. “You remember that bet we made?”

“Hmm?” Your boyfriend replied.

“You’ve got to give it to me that you and y/n started dating in the first place.��� “Ohhh!!! That’s what you’re talking about. The bet, right?”

“Yeah, when I told you I’d give you one hundo if you got the fat girl’s number. Now it’s been two years since you guys started dating.” Too immersed in your own shock, you dropped the items you were holding. Tears filled your eyes. Both, Felix and Minho’s, heads jerked in your direction.

“Y/n? How long have you been standing there?” Felix asked you in a panic.

“N-not long…”

You picked up your things from the floor, reput on your shoes and coat, grabbed your keys, and headed out the door. You didn’t know if you could stay any longer. You felt hurt to hear that. He helped you through your insecurities just to make it worse than before he arrived. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ KIM SEUNGMIN Your whole world fell apart. And so did your oh so perfect relationship with Seungmin.

It was just a petty argument that came from stress and the lack of sleep but it still hurt you. It actually hurt more than you thought it would. But what hurt most of all was what you had to find out.

Seungmin returned home after tour extremely tired so you did your best. You made sure he had every meal and wasn't overwhelmed. But apparently, you didn't do enough. He began to berate you for even the smallest things and it tore your heart apart.

One day, as you laid on the bed the two of you shared, he slammed the bedroom door open. You flinched and looked up at him. A little bit annoyed you asked, "The hell was that for?"

He sighed and glared at you.

"You want to know? This comeback has been stressful and all you do is lay in bed all day. You never clean around the house even though you're only doing a part-time job. I mean seriously, are you just going to be that FUCKING LAZY!?"

You looked at him in disbelief. Never in a million years did you ever expect to see this side of him.

"I literally just got done cooking and came to lay on the bed. I was waiting for YOU to get home. I washed our clothes, folded them, put them away, then cleaned around the house. I did all this because I know you like your place tidy. Plus, a clean space is better for the mind."

"You call this clean!? It looks like a pigsty." You felt the tears blazing at the corner of your eyes. "Don't fucking say that. I'm trying my best to not say anything right now." "Say it then!!" He yelled. You huffed and turned away not wanting to argue any longer. "Yeah... turn away like you always do. I should've just left you as a bet. Never loved you in the first place."

It was a slip of the tongue. He didn't mean it. Or did he? Either way, it hurt you. Seungmin knew he was wrong but didin't want to admit itin the heat of the moment.

You turned to face him, finally letting the tears out. "Fuck you..." Was all you said before grabbing your phone and leaving the house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YANG JEONGIN It was accidental. Jeongin was so flustered in the moment that he confessed everything to you. He didn't intend for you to find out like this but how else were you suppose to?

The both of you were at dinner with the other members. They all teased Jeongin for being such a simp for you. You just chuckled at their antics. It was cute to see the youngest member get teased by his hyungs and you were glad to witness it all in first person.

Jeongin, being fed up, accidentaly let it slip.

"Well it was because you guys made a bet with me that if I could pull y/n then y'all would buy me the new Bruno Mars album."

Everyone went silent as you slowly faced him. "What did you say..?"

Jeongin immediately placed a hand over his mouth. Tears brimmed your eyes. You stood up, excusing yourself. "I-I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick." None of them even tried to stop you. They knew that they'd be devastated in your situation too.

Were you being a little dramatic? The answer was yes. You could've heard Jeongin out instead of hiding in the bathroom. But at this point, you weren't so sure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ taglist: @lolareadsimagines @garrixer-06 @bandolls @chansbabygirlsstuff @camilagonzalex @mariteez @beccaskz

[starlostseungmin]

thirteen, hjs.

✰ notes: hi i know it’s been a while! i hope you’re still here waiting for me but i get that you’re not since i was long gone and didn’t say anything TT y’all i’m not officially back but here’s a short drabble i made after hearing han’s 13. the man made me bawl my eyes out. don’t forget to reblog, leave tags and comment! — i wrote this drabble a few minutes after i heard the song mehehe

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masterlist. song inspo. (paragraphs/sentences with * and italized are han’s memories.)

han sat alone at the back of the bus with his headphones on. the sceneries that passed by made him fall into his thoughts about what happened to the both of you. his elbow rested on the armseat with his lips placed at the back of his palm, eyes filled with sadness and love, but he didn’t have a choice back then. those happiness he felt wasn’t his in the first place. 

* it was the season of spring, the cherry blossom petals danced with the wind and some fell on your hair. you heard han laugh as he brushed them away one by one. 

“it’s cute,” he said and the way you giggled made his heart melt. “finish that up before it melts,” 

“okay,” you answered, linking your other arm with his while eating the chocolate ice cream he bought for you on the other hand. 

* it became a habit of his to annoy you as you study for your finals. the way he makes your long hair as a fake mustache or pokes your cheek out of nowhere borrows an extra pen from your pen case, and writes a funny note on your paper with his quokka doodles and if you choose to stop him, he’d place a kiss on your cheek which would distract you from it. 

“you can’t do that,” you said. 

“why not?” he asked, pouting his lips but then you gave them a peck. 

“because i’m studying, that’s why,” you answered, going back to reading your textbook, leaving him flustered and dumbfounded, making you smirk in secret. 

han arrived at the beach early in the morning. the cold wind brushed his hair as he walked slowly toward the shore, hands in his pockets while feeling the breeze and the gentle waves. he closed his eyes and yet another nostalgic memory flashed in his mind, remembering how his heart would go crazy every time you were with him. 

* in the same season of spring, the night he walked you home as you held each other’s hands, he hated the fact that this would end your moment for the day and had to see you tomorrow again. he would whine about it making you laugh and share a kiss to say good night. 

“i’ll see you in the morning,” he said as you gave him a nod. 

“get home safely,” you answered as he started to take his way, waving at you before turning his back after you entered the dorms. the smile he has on his face will last a while. you made him so happy. 

* there are times that han wouldn’t let you go home when you visit him and you didn’t have a choice but to do a sleepover. it’s either you both sit on the couch while watching your favorite movies and when you fall asleep on his shoulder as he caresses your hair, he plants a kiss on the crown of your head, whispering millions of “i love you”. 

or when you would lay down beside each other on his bed while you’re fast asleep, he’d stare at you with a lovesick smile on his face while caressing your cheek. he’d admire how beautiful you were and thought about how lucky he was to have you in his life. 

but both of you knew that this love wouldn’t last longer than expected. 

* misunderstandings came by, and immature and irrational reasons started to spoil the relationship, saying both of you are too young to commit and understand the deeper meaning of being in love. time is one of the reasons, as well as different tastes and opposite perspectives. fights started to be serious until the breakup happened. 

you two stood face-to-face in front of your doorstep as han tried to fix the broken pieces of the puzzle you were making but you decided not to pursue it. at first, he didn’t want it, but you were consistent to stop and so, he fell into despair. 

han sat down on the sand, remembering how you used to visit this beach during high school and play tag, he would often carry you to the water as you squealed in laughter, arms locked around your waist 一giving you a tight hug. laughs were shared, and the smiles you showed, it was all pure. but the pain you left, he’s the only one who bears it. 

* with those times that you and han played at the arcade, he remembers them all, the plushie he won for you from that damn claw machine cost him a lot, or those shooting games that he lets you win every time and you thought he sucked at it, then those kids getting annoyed about how you take too long playing tetris. 

* “i’m sorry,” you told him. 

there’s nothing to be sorry for, it was all done. 

han broke down in tears with the sun shining bright and the sky was clear, it was a good day to be heartbroken. he couldn’t do anything now, he had to let you go and let the waves wash his pain away even if it was hard to do it. 

and there, he left. 

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[onboardsorasora]

https://www.tumblr.com/overtake/746762194848563200/your-post-about-max-liking-daniels-ig-just-opened could u write something based on this?

I have had this ask for so long, sorry bestie- my brain was doing a thing at the time lol. lol thank you @secretdonderwolk for the unintentional prompt

His phone vibrated in his pocket, three times for three messages. He had an idea about who this was, he hoped it was his sister complaining about something. Or even Seb– even though he sat across from him at lunch. Seb could be annoying like that, but that was also because Daniel had been annoying like that first. 

Putting his phone on the table, he saw the screen light up with notification banners from Instagram. There was the broad one about how many thousand likes his post workout selfie had gotten. But then there was the secondary banners about replies and DMs. A familiar user name peaked up at him; 3_MaxV_3. 

Daniel rolled his eyes then flipped his phone on its screen. That kid, because he was a kid, with his scrawny body posing with a sideways cap in one picture, in a couch with dogs in another. But mostly in a race suit at a karting track. That kid had been messaging him for weeks now. He did the same thing repeatedly; Daniel posted a thirst trap photo (he looks damn good and it shows he’s working out) and then Max would be in the replies sending one thing the 💯emoji– three times of course. 

Daniel never responded to him after the first time, which was an accident, but the kid seemed to have taken that interaction as an open door to send Daniel reels of memes he already saw when he scrolled mindlessly through tiktok. He was surprised that a seventeen year old wasn’t on tiktok and was instead using instagram, but that also didn’t matter to Daniel. One less platform for this kid to find him on.

“Your new boyfriend again?” Seb teased with a snort.

“First of all, ew. He’s like still in diapers, mate.”

“I dunno why you let him annoy you so much. He’s harmless, still like in junior formula or whatever.”

“Don’t they call it like formula 3 now or something?”

“Who the fuck knows anymore. They change the names of this shit every year. Come I’m not allowing you make me be late for engineering.” Seb stood from his seat while Daniel cackled.

“I was one time!”

“One time is more than enough I think.”

— - —

Daniel pressed post on the thumbs up selfie. He’d gotten a podium today and wanted to commemorate after a long day. The first notification came quickly after. 💯💯💯 Daniel had become used to the routine by now, he already assumed that the kid had his post notifications on. It was weird but Daniel didn’t think too closely of it.

He did notice a difference this time. His username was different; maxverstappen_33. Daniel clicked into his profile, not something he did but there was a change in the routine and he was curious about why.

Lots of karting pictures met his eyes, pictures on podiums and in the garage. There were a lot more sponsor logos than before and Daniel couldn’t say he wasn’t impressed. He himself knew how difficult it was to even get sponsors to talk to you in karting, much less to invest. 

While he was scrolling through the rest of the profile, careful not to double tap anything of course, another notification banner from maxverstappen_33 popped up. “You are so beautiful Daniel.”

And well… that was new. Normally he’d get a lion or capybara video by now. MaxV had taken to sending him videos of quokkas recently too. Daniel had never given him the impression that these videos were appreciated or cared for– though he had watched a couple of them– so he didn’t understand this step up to shooting his shot.

Daniel closed out of the profile and then the app. He needed to get some sleep.

— - —

They’d told him to record a video for some kid getting his super license soon. That was new, but maybe Seb had been the one welcome in the new drivers in the program. It was quick with well wishes for some kid named Max. 

Daniel had wondered initially if it was MaxV, or rather Max Verstappen. But Vicky had told him nothing more and MaxV was supposed to be going to formula 2 now anyways. No way Red Bull would be making such a stir over a kid.

When he got out of the sim he had a bitchload of notifications. Red Bull had tagged him in something and people were congratulating him. Ace. He went to his DMs to see a new message from Maxverstappen_33;

‘Thank you for the video. It was lovely Daniel.’

Well, shit.

— - —

It happened slower than he thought it would have. But quickly in the grand scheme of things. Daniel stepped out of his motorhome, zipping up his race suit and thanking the handler to his left for his hat. It was shoot day today with the whole team, including the boys from Torro Rosso.

Daniil slotted in beside him and Daniel dapped him up. This would be their second year as teammates and Daniel was excited for the year to come. 2016 felt like the year maybe, to take the championship fight to Mercedes. The car was quick in the sim and Adrian said the wind tunnel tests have been phenomenal. Daniel was ready.

What he wasn’t ready for, was the guy who stepped right in front of him. Blonde hair, electric blue eyes. Familiar as fuck face pulled into a smile. 

“Daniel! It is great to finally meet you after all this time.”

Daniel hadn’t ever considered meeting MaxV in person, the kid that’s been sending him 💯 emoji what felt like weekly for the last maybe two years. If you scrolled through their DM it was very one sided. But here he was, very caught out at the very real and very eager kid waiting for his reply. This would probably be the first time he ever did reply.

“Enchante, Max.” Daniel grinned and glanced over a Daniil when Max’s face flushed with a blush.

He didn’t think about it the rest of the day. Not when Max kept telling jokes and whipping his head around to see his reaction. Not when Max would hold Carlos’ hand and pulling him into close hugs only to turn and look to Daniel’s reaction.

Daniil was having a field day and he knew Seb was going to learn about this somehow.

He didn’t think about it. Because Max was a kid or whatever and it was weird.

Max sought him out fairly regularly after that, bolstered by being in the same company and paddock. Invigorated at the fact that Daniel responded to him every time.

— - —

Daniel heard the news but he hadn’t quite believed it. He knew RedBull did driver swaps, apparently ‘all the time’ but he didn’t think he ever saw it happen mid season like this. 

He walked into the garage to see the host of cameras and mics. The identical RB12 no longer sported Daniil’s number but now had a large 33 plastered over it. The garage was also sporting the new 3|33 decals. Daniel knew that marketing was having a field day.

He stepped off to the meeting rooms to wait for the crowd to clear, fiddling on his phone. He’d never admit it, not even under the pain of a slow as fuck pitstop, that he was interested to see what the hubbub was about. What could possibly be so good about Max that they would do such a public shaming of Daniil.

He didn’t know how much time passed, but he tweeted a bit and posted a new picture to instagram during the time. The notification banner popped up; maxverstappen_33☑️ 💯💯💯

Daniel grinned to himself, still surprised that Max had kept this up. Still apparently had his post notifications on. The door opened. 

“Daniel that picture was lovely.” Max sat in the seat across from him in the conference room. His RedBull polo was a little askew, and he was smiling widely.

Well, shit.

[yxngbxkkie]

#1 3RACHA supporter

okay, so i think this is the cutest thing on earth. my last installment of 3racha in NY for global citizens, and i'm so proud of myself for getting three fics out in two days 😌 i hope you guys enjoy it! let's hope my creative juices will stay with me 🫢💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

This is all for Jisung. This is all for Jisung. You keep repeating to yourself. You and your best friend flew to New York to surprise your boyfriend's, Jisung and Chan, at the festival they're performing at. What you didn't expect was a monsoon.

The two of you managed to make it to the front of the crowd, having the perfect view of the stage. Excitement flows through your veins as you wait for 3RACHA to take the stage.

You glance down at the Han Quokka skzoo in your hands, adjusting the shirt it's wearing. Someone beside you nudges your arm, causing you to glance over to see your best friend.

"Are you okay?" She asks you, a look of concern in her eyes.

"Yeah, sorry! I'm just getting a little impatient," you chuckle, moving your wet hair out of your eyes. "We haven't been able to see them for weeks on end. I just want to see my baby."

The shorter woman rests a hand on your arm, comforting you. "I know. They'll be on stage soon!" She reassures you with a smile.

You shiver underneath the orange poncho you're wearing as your eyes drift back up to the stage. You squeeze the quokka in your hands, feeling the excess water dripping down your hands.

The announcer calls out 3RACHA's name, causing you to jump slightly. People around you start screaming as a video plays on the blocked television screen.

A smile comes to your lips when you see Jisung on the screen. Your heart pounds against your chest as the Stray Kids anthem begins to play.

You glance down at your friend, seeing her Wolf Chan sitting in front of the lower part of her face. You shake her shoulder in excitement, bringing your gaze back to the stage.

A gasp escapes your list as you can see your friends and boyfriend standing on the side, their gazes settled on the crowd. You quickly turn to your friend, almost yelling into her ear where they're standing so she can see Chan.

"Oh my god," she says loud enough for you to hear.

"I know, I know. There's our boys," you almost cry, feeling the tears begin to well up.

The first song they perform is 3RACHA, a classic for this trio. You keep your eyes trained on Jisung the entire time, waiting for his eyes to meet yours.

You capture multiple pictures and videos of the members, feeling proud that they're here. When they finish their song, they start talking about all the problems in the world and that they need our help to make a difference.

Heyday is the next song, and you bounce in your spot, dancing and singing along to them. Jisung walks over towards where you're standing, and you stand on your toes, trying your best to capture his attention.

"Han Jisung, I love you!" You scream out, waving your skzoo around.

You grin widely as your gaze meets his. He continues to rap his verse, and you watch his boba eyes widen. You swiftly point to your best friend as well, conveying the message to let Chan know.

Jisung finishes his verse, giving you a subtle nod before throwing out a heart. Stays around you scream at his action, causing your heart to flutter.

After 3RACHA's set is over, you and your friend make your way out of the crowd. You can feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, and you fish it out before answering it.

"Hanji, you guys did amazing," you greet him instantly, smiling ear to ear.

"You guys are here?! For real?!" He asks excitingly. A chuckle leaves your lips, and you assure him that you're really here. "Where are you guys? I'll send Skijigi out to get you two."

You stop in your tracks as you stand by the tent that's selling food and water. "Uhm, we're right by the flag that says ultimate VIP and the tent that's selling food and drinks," you inform him, hearing him pass the message on to their manager.

"He's going out there now. It shouldn't be too long until he finds you," Jisung mentions, a quick sigh leaving his lips after. "I can't believe you're here. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, baby. I was getting so impatient waiting for you to perform," you laugh into the phone, tucking some wet hair behind your ears. "Hey, do you by chance have extra clothes?"

You can hear Jisung rummage through his bag as he mumbles incoherently to himself. He lets you know that he indeed does have extra clothes you can change into.

"I see Skijigi! I'll see you in a minute, baby," you mention, tapping your friend's shoulder before heading in his direction.

"Okay, I love you."

You smile fondly. "I love you too."

You bid each other goodbye before you hang up, slipping your phone back into your pocket. Skijigi greets the two of you with a quick hug before leading you to where 3RACHA is.

As soon as you see Jisung, you're sprinting. You weave around people walking, throwing out an apology before colliding into your boyfriend's arms.

"My baby," Jisung whispers into your ear, twirling you around. "You're so beautiful."

You laugh at his compliment, knowing for a fact you look like a hot mess. "Such a charmer, Hanji," you grin, placing your hands on his cheeks.

He leans forward to capture your lips in a quick kiss. "I gotta keep you around somehow," Jisung jokes after pulling away.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head. "You don't even have to try, baby," you confess to him, resting your forehead on his.

"Thank you for coming. I'm so grateful for you," Jisung whispers while setting you back on your feet.

"Of course, baby. I'm your number one 3RACHA supporter," you wink, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.

Changbin laughs as he walks by the two of you, shaking his head at how dramatic you both can be. Jisung grins, scrunching his nose slightly. "Yes, you are, my baby."

~

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[stay-tiny-ville]

Han Jisung

Summary ~ Delulu thoughts of baby gurl Han Jisung and why the hell can’t men like this exist where I am (Or just my head going wild with dating head cannons of Han Jisung)

A.N. - I have heard your pleas for more Stray Kids before I move on to Ateez and I come to deliver DONT WORRY BABIES I HAVE 14 DRAFTS

A.N. 2 - I haven’t really checked word counts my brain just kinda goes on and on so if ones are longer than others I deeply apologize 🧎🏻‍♀️

A.N. 3 - also I’m genuinely confused if I can actually consider them head cannons if these are kind of mainly blurbs in each (if you can’t tell idk how to classify these)

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Dawg, dude, sweetheart, baby, babe, angel are names he’d call you

Def the best friend boyfriend

That’s probably how you got together was from being best friends because he’d probably be too anxious to get with someone he had feelings for that he didn’t know on a deep level

You two are on top of each other at all times

Like laying on top of each other when one is already laying down

Full weight where the other can’t breathe

Or laying full body weight on them while they are doing stuff out and about

One only gets out of bed/off the couch if the other carries them

You’ve seen the nonexistent legendary baby photos

If you like to wear baggy or big clothes he would wear your clothes and you would wear his and all of a sudden you both have one giant closet with double the clothes

Would def watch marathons of movies with you when they should be watched

Like nightmare before before Christmas, horror movies, and Charlie Brown Halloween movies around fall

Star Wars runs in May

And def the classic Christmas movies such as Harry Potter, the Santa Claus movies, and even the original and classic stop motion movies

Year without a Santa Claus is the best

I imagine on one of your rare coinciding days off you don’t go out, no matter how long it had been since you had, instead this was the superior alternative

Maybe it was even a special occasion like an anniversary or birthday or even just an accomplishment but you spend the day on the couch

The beginning of the day consisted of the classics you had to get out of the way like the Studio Ghibli movies I know everyone agrees on him loving so much or just things that recently released you had been dying to getting around to watching

After a collection of movies was watched you would break for food

Most of it consisted of not the healthiest stuff a man in his field should be consuming in such quantities

Like pop tarts in the morning, hot pockets for lunch, macaroni for dinner

Just a lot of processed things but man were you two adorable and just having a fun day so who can be mad at you

As the day slowly got darker, Hannie built a nest of blankets he nestled around him, but there wasn’t a blanket on top of him

But that’s where you come in

You lay between his legs, head on his stomach, turned to wach intently the movie that played

one of his hands holding yours while the other ran along your head

As the movie pulled to a close you turned to rest your chin on his stomach, his own dark, large, quokka eyes bore into your own

His hand falls from your head to your cheek and he held it gently

His gaze softening as much as humanly possible as his eyes closed the more he smiled at you his gorgeous smile

You felt your heartbeat quicken

No matter how many years you had known this man, through childhood or not, no matter how old you were, you were just a teenager madly in love

You were lost in your adoration for this beautiful creature and you think he could tell since he giggled before he untangled from you and stood, pulling you up by your hands

He mumbled “come on” with a smile as he pulled you to the kitchen for snacks

You knew the drill at this point in the night

Popcorn

He got the bowl ready while you had put the bag into the microwave/started heating it on the stove

Obviously he got the quicker job and by the time you sat back and waited he was already waiting and leaning against the kitchen island behind you

You turned around and barely took a step before his gentle hands grabbed ahold of your forearm and coaxed you into his arms

His arms securely wrapped around your shoulders and thus pressed your head into his shoulder and neck

Your own arms wrapping around his tiny waist

The only noise was the hum of the microwave/hiss of the popcorn on the stove as you relaxed into who you called your home

After making your way back to the couch for what would be the last movie of the night with the snacks, you once again found yourself attached at the hip to your boy

This time you were tucked into his side, head on his shoulder while you two laid

you lasted all but 40 minutes of the two hour film before your eyes fluttered

It didn’t help that his hand was on your waist and was softly brushing at the open skin and made you feel safe

He watched you as you lost the fight to your eyes and brushed strands of hair from your face

(If you’re a heavy sleeper) he gathers you into his arms and heads to the bedroom, leaving behind the snacks and blankets to be cleaned up tomorrow

(If you aren’t a heavy sleeper) he moves all items off of you (phones, popcorn bowl) and falls asleep to the sight of you in his arms

Han deserves so much love and I love love baby girl Hannie

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

hii sana i was wondering if you can do a lee! skz ler! skz

so like a tickle fight

hope you have a wonderful day!

Movie Night:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: SKZ 

𝒍𝒆𝒓: SKZ 

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: tickle fight, pretty intense

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages

“Ugh…but that one’s so boring!” Jeongin complained as Chan put on a movie. 

“Ooh ooh! Put on Disney!” Changbin and Felix both squealed at the same time. 

“Yeah. Maybe when we were…i dunno…eight. Put on a horror movie or something.” Seungmin rolled his eyes. 

“Good choice. Those are always interesting.” Minho replied, laughing at the downcast faces of Changbin and Felix. 

“What if you’re scared, though…” Jisung whispered, lacing and unlacing his fingers. 

“Put on a good romance or something!” Hyunjin exclaimed, digging his arms into his pockets. 

“Something you’ll never get-” Jeongin replied sassily, snickering in the middle of his sentence. 

“Yah!” Hyunjin lept onto the maknae, digging into his sides vigorously. 

Poor Innie let out a loud scream before descending into cackly laughter, squealing loudly when Changbin pulled his arms above his head, allowing Minho to help by scribbling over his underarms. 

“CHAHAHANNIE HYUHUHUNG HAHAHALP!” The maknae begged for mercy.

“We don’t torture the maknae!” Chan yanked Minho off of the youngest, digging into the boy’s ribs quickly. 

Jisung, Felix, and Seungmin helped Chan as well, reducing the cat dad [mom] to an incoherent mess of laughter. 

“nOOO THIHIHIS IHIS SOHOHO UHUHUNFAHAHAHIR! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Lee Know kicked out as he tried to pry the four pairs of hands off of him. 

Hyunjin and Changbin let up on Jeongin, leaving the maknae vengeful. 

Jeongin immediately started on Hyunjin, squeezing at his stomach and making the older scream uncontrollably. 

“NOOOHOHOHO! IHIHINNIE STOHOHOP!”

Changbin giggled and helped the maknae, yanking Hyune’s arms up too. 

Soon enough, Hyunjin’s limbs thrashed enough to cause blunt force trauma, forcing the lers to let up. 

Changbin felt bad for poor Minho, who was going ballistic with his laughter at the moment, so he pulled Chan off and began tickling him like crazy, leaving the oldest choking on his laughter. 

“NAHAAHAHA CHAHAHANGBIN!” Chan squealed as Binnie squeezed at his thighs, driving the older insane. 

“HEHEHEHEY!” Jisung screeched when Minho broke free, starting on his favorite lee first. 

“What is it, Hannie?~” Minho cooed over Chan’s hysterical laughter; Seungmin had decided to help out Changbin, Jeongin tagging along. 

“IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” Jisung cried out in ticklish agony as Hyunjin pulled his arms above his head. 

Minho followed by digging into the quokka’s outstretched underarms, leaving him screaming underneath him. 

Felix tried to escape the room, knowing he was next, just to get caught by the maknae, who yanked down the older and head locked his feet. 

He went at it, leaving Felix screaming so loudly that it overpowered everyone else’s voice in the room, leaving the entire group laughing. 

“I’ll help you!” Jisung ran over to his other sunshine twin, digging into his hips, driving Felix absolutely ballistic as his whole lower body was abused by his ticklers. 

Changbin let up on Chan, who slumped underneath him, absolutely spent. 

Minho immediately tackled Seungmin down with the help of Hyunjin and Changbin. 

“No! NO HYUHUHUHUNGS! AGH THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES!” Seungmin bucked up as much as he could while being pinned down, squirming weakly under the two pairs of hands tickling him silly. 

Finally, Jisung and Jeongin let up on the brownie boy, who joined Chan on the couch as he panted with exhaustion. 

Together, they managed to grab and pull Binnie off of the vocalist, allowing Seungmin to overpower Minho and Hyune.

Hyunjin, afraid, immediately ran to help the others with Binnie, who was struggling to overpower them with a grunt. 

It took Seungmin, Jeongin, and Hyunjin to pin down the begging rapper. 

Minho whipped out his trusty tickle brush, setting it to a high speed in an agonizingly slow manner. 

“No! Hyung please, not the brush! Oh my goood i’m gonna die please please please!” Binnie babbled as Minho moved closer and closer to his stomach with the brush, his words summing up to a squeaking noise as he whimpered in anticipation. 

Let’s say Jisung got bored at his upper body. He dug harshly into Changbin’s armpits, relishing in the ticklish squeal the older let out. 

Minho threw the younger’s shirt up, pressing his tool to the rapper’s belly button. 

“AHHHHHHAHAHAHA! HYUHUHUNG IIHEHEHAHA” Binnie screamed incoherently as Lee Know and Hannie tickled him to pieces. 

Poor Changbin dissolved into silence the second Minho attacked the spot between his armpits and ribs with the dreaded brush, leaving the rest of the group cooing at the exhausted boy. 

He looked like he would faint any second, his laughter making no sound at all, and his back arched, cute smile stretched out on his face. 

He shook his head and squirmed weakly, which was a cue for Lee Know to stop. 

Minho finally let up, turning off the brush. 

The group burst into laughter yet again from the wrecked looks of all the boys. 

“This was way more entertaining than movie night.”

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

[sanaxo-o]

The (Lovely) Cake Warrior

Warning/Genre: curse words here and there, the reader+chanhee blushes? Kind of like enemies to lovers but not really so friends to lovers, fluff, it’s kind of like a past story about how they meet, making out, in present Chanhee is your fiancee, lemme know if o should add more

Word Count: 5,888

Sana: my first instalment for my series So sweet like nectar and for deoboyznet’s event! I had fun writing this because the reader is basically me but a more chaotic version:) thank you lovely beta readers @quaissants @from-izzy and @strayed-quokka a special thanks to @cloverdaisies for helping me out with the first half of the story ☺️. Love you loadssss (the nickname is all thanks to clo yall) Lennon and izzy sorry for not using the banner yall chose but it was three against two-

Tagging: @cloverdaisies @mosviqu @kimsohn @a-dream-bookmark @deoboyznet

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“I am telling you, I never snuck out with my girlfriend!” A shrill, yet soft voice yells at the two men in front of him as he tries his best to defend himself from the accusations the two of them were throwing at him.

“Yeah yeah, tell that to yourself Choi Chanhee. We all knew the amount of trouble you went through just to save your girlfriend…” says Younghoon as he takes a bite out of his steak, tired by the fact that Chanhee kept on denying the truth.

Eric just laughs at their behaviour and takes a sip of water before setting the cup down. “How’s Y/N doing though? Isn’t she out of the country right now…?” He asked once both of them had calmed down.

Hearing the question from Eric, Chanhee immediately took out a letter from his back pocket as he placed it on the table with a small smile lingering on his lips.

“She is doing great. I received a letter from her a few days ago. She was talking about all the stuff from our high school…” he tells them with a sigh, “It used to be so peaceful when we were young, no? Reading the letter from her made me realise just how carefree and peaceful our teenage years were. We took it all for granted…” Chanhee says with a soft sigh escaping his lips yet again as he looks down at his fingers in thoughts crossing his mind.

“Remember when Y/N made you bunk your mathematics class because her homework was not done?” Eric says after a while of silence.

“Yeah, I cannot believe she made you agree on that knowing the fact that you were very much particular about your studies.” Younghoon comments on it before letting out a small laugh when he sees Chanhee’s cheeks turning a shade of pink.

“Only my Y/N could make me agree on something like that,” Chanhee says with a small nod before letting out a small laugh when he remembers all the times you both used to escape from the boring classes only to sneak into the rooftop of the school building to avoid learning (Chanhee was more than happy to learn. It was you who wanted to make a run for it and Chanhee just happened to tag along every time).

“Remember the time you met Y/N for the first time? The scowl you had on your face was so funny, we could all make out by just one glance at you that you did not like her.” Eric reminds him as he looks down at his almost empty plate.

“I mean…our beginning was kind of rocky but that was totally only because Y/N was just really stubborn. She still is though…”

“We can never forget that, now can we? Every time we would meet in the hallways your first sentence would be ‘Why is Y/N so stubborn?’ As if that’s the only thing you have in your vocabulary.” Eric says with a scoff as he stirs his drink with the straw before looking up in thought.

Year: 2018

Entering the empty hallways, the young (yet pretty tall) boy tries to look for his locker while still being aware of his surroundings. He knew just how crazy kids can be so the best he could do to save himself from getting wrapped in some crazy shit was to be aware of the people around him and the situation he’s in.

“MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! COMING THROUGH!” He hears a loud voice beam through the whole place, making his eardrums explode. Just how loud can someone be so early in the morning?

Looking up, the sight in front of him immediately made him widen his eyes when he saw someone running straight at him while holding a box of what seemed to be cake in their hand.

Before he could even react or even try to move away the person straight away crashed into him. The cake that was in her hands was now completely ruined.

All the buttercream was now on his clothes instead of the cake while the cake was lying on the floor in bits and pieces.

Letting out a scoff Chanhee looks up at the person with a huge scowl painted on his face, “Can’t you watch where you’re going?” He yells in disbelief as he tries to tidy his clothes but it is of no use since it’s already covered in cream and cake.

“I am so sorry, I was just in some hurry…” the girl apologises as she looks down at the cake which was on the floor.

Chanhee noticed how the girl did not even seem to be apologising properly, instead of giving a proper apology her whole attention was on the cake which made him slightly angry.

“Now what am I supposed to do with these ruined clothes…?” Chanhee says with annoyance and frustration lacing his tone.

Heaving out a heavy sigh, he turns around and starts walking towards the restroom, hoping he can get it cleaned up a bit (just so he can go on with his day without feeling disgusted because of the cake)

“I am so so sorry, I was just trying to get the cake to its place on time and I was not paying attention to my surroundings. I will do anything to make up for this.” Chanhee hears the girl pleading while following him to the restroom.

Stopping in his tracks he turns around to glare at her before opening his mouth to speak, “You cannot follow me inside the restroom, just make sure you don’t run around with a dead-ass cake in your hand.” He says before rolling his eyes and entering the restroom, not waiting for another second to even listen to her answer.

“Ah, what do I do now?” He says as soon as he enters the restroom and looks at the state his shirt is in.

There was cream all over it with pieces of cake still sticking to it. Heaving another sigh, he turns on the tap water to try and get some of the cream off him.

“That girl really didn’t care if the cake was all over me or not...” he mutters while scrubbing on his shirt with his wet hands, “If only I had that much confidence at that moment I would have stomped on her cake.” He says with a scoff escaping from his mouth when he recalls the moment that just took place. “Like who the hell runs around the hallways with a cake in their hand is going to be beyond me...”

Turning off the tap water, he looked down at his shirt which was now soaking wet, the stains from the cream were still there which made him look odd and on top of that the shirt was sticking to his skin which made it all the more uncomfortable for him.

Turning around, he unlocked the door and stepped out, “Is it still-” “AHH WHO THE HELL…oh it’s you again.” Looking down at her, he rolls his eyes before walking away, not being in the mood to even look at her.

“Hey! I did say that I am sorry! And look…I have a spare hoodie for you..” turning around Chanhee stops in his tracks and looks at the hoodie which was in her hand. “You can take this and in the meantime, I will get your shirt cleaned..”

“Just don’t ruin it more than it already is, Cake Warrior ,” Chanhee mumbles as he snatches the hoodie from her hand and enters the restroom again to change into it.

“What did you call me?” Chanhee heard the voice beam and for once, he felt the voice was more relaxed and soothing rather than a shrill annoying voice that ruined his poor clothes; and of course his whole day ahead.

“Cake…warrior? Do you have a problem with that, Cake Warrior ?” He says now with more confidence, taking a step closer towards her he leans down to get to the girl's height. “What’s your name, Cake Warrior ?” He says again, rather more in a taunting and mocking manner.

“Y/N…” Chanhee hears her mumble in a low voice, almost in a whisper-like voice. Standing up straight he looks down at her before letting out a small cough, “I will stick with Cake Warrior .” He says with a smile as he leaves the corridor after messing up Y/N’s hair.

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It had been a few days since Chanhee came across Y/N or Cake Warrior (that’s what he liked to refer to her as). It was kind of weird how they never ran into each other again and considering the fact that she still had his clothes gave him another reason to worry about her ‘disappearance’.

While that was kept aside, Chanhee did make pretty good friends. He was an introvert and never really put himself out there to interact or talk but somehow he managed to make not one but four friends.

He did not know if he’d still talk with Sunwoo or Hyunjae (for him, those two were just way too annoying but still liked their company nonetheless) after graduation but he was sure that he’d try his best to keep in touch with Younghoon and Eric.

Finally entering the cafeteria, Chanhee looked around to spot his friends who were usually there before him. He just assumed that they didn’t enjoy their classes as much as he did.

Once his eyes meet with Younghoon, a smile immediately makes its way to his lips as he starts walking towards them—“Hey! Cake boy! Wait up!” Immediately halting in his tracks Chanhee slowly turned around to take a look at that loud beaming voice which made his ears bleed.

“Ah so she is alive…” he says to himself with a silent roll of his eyes before turning around to walk towards his friends again.

He knew that she would be following him either way so he didn’t have the need to wait back for her slow ass.

Placing his stuff down on the table, Chanhee takes a seat beside Eric as he looks at Y/N in amusement at the way you ran across the cafeteria with zero care in the world.

It’s as if you had no ounce of embarrassment in you. Of course, if it was him in your place, he would have slowed down or even screamed across the whole room.

“Ah…there you are! I have been looking around the whole school for you—can I take a sip of this?” Chanhee just stares at her as she cuts her sentence out in the middle and asks Younghoon, the one who was the closest to her if she could take a sip of his drink.

Not knowing what to do, all Younghoon does is give her a small nod and leans back in his seat (probably wishing he was invisible at that very moment.) “Phew…running around the whole school like that is not easy. Probably burnt some carbs.” She says once she had quenched her thirst.

“What are you doing here?” Chanhee finally speaks up once he has made sure that you’re not thirsty anymore and are ready to speak rather softly than having to speak in a loud voice while taking deep breaths from time to time to catch your breath.

“Your…Your clothes. They’re all neat and tidy again and ready to be used!” She announces with a proud smile spread across her facial features.

Chanhee notices how her cheeks have turned a light shade of pink, a direct indication and sign that she indeed has been running around the whole school in search of him.

He kind of felt bad for making her do that just for her to return his clothes back to her but then again, serves her right for bumping into him with a whole cake in her hands (and it’s not like he asked her to search for him so he has no reason to feel guilty or anything, right? I mean yeah, Chanhee was petty like that and agrees to that but just don’t say it on his face).

“You could have just left it in my locker…” he mumbles quietly as he gently grabs the bag of clothes from your hands and sets them down on the table.

After getting the clothes from you, he thought that this would be it and that you’d leave once you were done delivering his clothes to him but you turned out to amuse him again when you decided to take a seat in front of him. This resulted in you making Younghoon move from his seat (he did NOT want to sit that close to Sunwoo but alas he had no choice). “Move aside please…” you say softly to Younghoon as you sit in front of Chanhee with a smile, “So…what are your plans?” You ask with a huge grin as you await his reply.

Getting caught off guard with your sudden question Chanhee just stares at you with his eyes slightly widened. Surely he expected a bizarre question from you but not this.

“Huh?” Was all he could get out of his mouth, his lips slightly parted from each other as he looked at you with widened eyes as if you were some kind of an alien.

“Let me put it in simpler words then, are you free?” You ask with much more confidence and boldness in your words as you look him in the eye.

It’s as if words were stuck in Chanhee’s throat and he was unable to get them out, I mean surely he felt that way when he first saw you too but he just assumed that it was because you were running towards him with a whole ass cake in your hand and he was just trying to process the whole thing.

“For you? Never.” Chanhee says that before he can even tell his brain to stop thinking like that and gets up from his chair to leave the cafeteria with his stuff in his hands.

He could hear some of his friends stifling their laughter, yet he clearly heard Sunwoo teasing you with his loud ass annoying voice which just made him chuckle at their behaviour.

Why did he reject you like that? He has no idea but what he does know is that he surely enjoyed the look of surprise which came across your face almost immediately when he said that.

“Cake boy! Wait for me!” He hears your shrill (yet not so annoying voice) scream loudly again.

He did not have to look back again to make sure of the fact that you were running towards him, a way for you to catch up with him, “Why the hell do you have such long legs?” He hears you speak once you finally catch up with him.

“Born with it, unlike you.” He replies with a snicker leaving his lips when he sees your lips pouting at his teasing.

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“Did you do the maths homework?” You yell at Chanhee as soon as you enter the classroom.

He just looks at you in confusion and nods his head, “Obviously, did you not?” He questions.

You both knew just how scary the maths professor was so not doing the work (you had a week given to complete it but it just…slipped your mind) on time really just meant going to hell without an invitation.

You shake your head slowly at his question with worry and fear taking over your face, “It slipped my mind..” you tell him with a pout as you slump down beside him with a huge sigh escaping your lips, “Can I copy your work?” You plead as you hold his arm and shake it gently, hoping he’ll gain some sympathy for you and let you copy his work.

“And why would I do that? Not my fault you have a memory set on default mode that you seem to forget every little thing.” Chanhee retorts back as he takes the lid off his americano to drink the leftover coffee.

“Oh come on! I swear I’d do anything you say, anything.” You plead as you move your hands around while trying to prove your point.

While doing so you fail to notice the fact that Chanhee had kept his iced americano by his books (the lid was not closed) and in your excitement, you hit the cup of coffee and all the ice and coffee goes all over his maths copy ruining his work.

“Watch out!” He yells as he tries to stop the cup from falling over but he is already too late since the coffee was already all over his homework.”Look what you did.” Chanhee says with a sigh as he looks at you with a scowl painted on his face, “Now what do I show that ass professor?”

You look at him apologetically as you try to clean the mess only for you to make it worse by making the coffee spread all over and fall on the ground, “Stop! Stop! Don’t touch anything!” He yells at you in disdain as he immediately stands up from his seat and holds your hand in his firm grip.

“I am so sorry, I swear I didn't mean to do that!” You stutter out as you look up at him with guilty eyes, your eyes immediately getting filled with tears as you sniffle.

Hearing you sniffle, Chanhee immediately stops tidying (Well, at least that's what he was trying to do) his desk and stares at you in complete shock. He approaches you while panicking, he never thought he’d ever see you cry or even have tears in front of him.

If you ever happened to cry in front of him he always thought it would be because you ruined someone's clothes again with a cake. But he never expected to see tears forming in your eyes, ready to roll down your cheeks at any moment because of a mere Americano spilling on his sheets.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Why are you crying?’ Chanhee says in panic as he immediately comes to hug you, hoping it will make you calm or soothe you down at least.

‘I ruined your stuff again,” you sniffle as you wipe your runny nose with your sleeve and you stare up at Chanhee with glossy eyes. “I always ruin things for you. Gosh, how can I be so clumsy?” You scold yourself as you stare at the mess you created because of your clumsy ass. “What will you do now?” You ask him softly, your eyes still glued to the desk.

“I guess I will just have to apologise to the professor and request an extension,” Chanhee says while staring at his wet copies. You both knew it was humanly impossible to complete all the work given by the professor in a few hours.

Despite all the help given by every one of your friends, you still would not be able to make it. You were given two weeks for a reason.

“Or maybe…we could just sneak out of here right now and save our asses from getting in trouble,” you suggest quietly when you take notice of Chanhee’s worried expression.

You knew just how serious Chanhee was when it came to studies (especially with Maths since he was just exceptionally good at it) and seeing him so worried about the submission which was totally caused because of you made you feel guilty. I mean, how could you be so clumsy to hit the cup that was right in front of your eyes?

Chanhee just stares at you with a judging stare as if you were nuts or out of your mind (which you were, when it came to do something regarding him) to even suggest something like that to him, “Did you seriously lose it at this point?”

You just stare at Chanhee when he says that, a knowing smile spreading across your face, “What? Do you think this is my first time bunking a class? How do you think I managed to get out of trouble every time?”

Hearing you say that, Chanhee stares at you with wide eyes when he realises that this is not your first time sneaking out in the middle of the class to save yourself from a deadline that you obviously did not finish on time.

“So what did you do the next day? Did you submit your work or…?” he stops himself from finishing the sentence, waiting for you to give him the answer instead.

“Of course, I submitted my work. I mean…it was a day late, yeah but it was still complete. That's why you pull an all-nighter with a few cups of coffee by your side to accompany you.” you say with a giggle as you stare at Chanhee again, “So…wanna come with me or not? It’s nothing too crazy, we will just go on the rooftop.” You clarify as you put your hand forward to Chanhee, waiting for him to take hold of your hand in his (you just wanted his beautiful slender fingers to entangle in yours).

Looking down at your hand, an airy chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head softly but takes hold of your hand nonetheless. “You’re crazy, you know that?” he mumbles while walking out the door with you.

“I was never this crazy before you came,” You reply teasingly, your cheeks rising in a smile when Chanhee laughs at your answer.

“So, you’re saying that I made you like this?” He questions with an exaggerated scoff leaving his lips.

You just shrug your shoulders at him as you turn around, walking backwards with your eyes focused on his lean figure, “Maybe?”

“Hey! Watch out!” Chanhee yells in surprise. His instincts kick in fast as he immediately grips your arms and pulls you towards him. Only then do you take notice of the pillar which was in the way?

You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears when your eyes travelled up to Chanhee, the proximity you both were sharing made your cheeks heat up when you realised, just how close you both were right now (You could feel his breath fanning against your cheeks but we won’t talk about).

Clearing your throat, you immediately pull away from Chanhee and start walking upstairs, to the rooftop while muttering a small ‘Thank you’ to him–too shy to look him in the eye.

“Hey! Wait up.” You hear Chanhee yell as his footsteps start approaching you and he walks beside you within a second. He and his damn long legs, you curse in your mind as you keep your eyes trailed on the ground, not having the courage to even look up at Chanhee.

“Don’t tell me you’re all shy because of what happened back there,” Chanhee says with a laugh as he pokes your shoulder lightly, having fun at your reaction.

“Oh shut it!” You say in a hurry as you enter the rooftop and close the door once he walks in with you.

Sitting on the floor you look up at the sky with your eyes closed as you hum to some random lyrics. The rooftop was what you called your safe space, even though you were always loud and fairly outgoing you had your moments too.

This place was where you preferred to be alone and in peace, you never really preferred anyone being with you at this time. So, bringing Chanhee here was a first for sure.

“Are you not cold?” Chanhee questions quietly as he stares at your bare arms and then back up at your face, waiting for your answer.

It was cold weather today so it was a given that you’d feel cold but he did not want to just give you his sweater without hearing your answer.

It’d be embarrassing for him if you declined his offer, “No, I like the cold weather!” You reply with enthusiasm as you look at him with a big grin.

Chanhee could see that you were shivering slightly but he decided to not push you ahead. He decided to stay quiet for a while when he remembered the question he wanted to ask you since you guys started talking.

“Can I ask you something?” You hear Chanhee’s soft yet gentle voice speak up, making you open your eyes and stare back at him with your curious round eyes.

You just nod your head at his question, motioning him to continue his question, “Where were you heading to with that huge ass cake in your hand?” Chanhee questions with sass lacing his tone as he looks at you with slightly judging eyes but there is this smidge of warmth and affection in his stare. It was not visible to the human eyes but you knew it was there.

“Ah, that…remember Sunwoo? So it was his girlfriend's birthday and I was assigned to bring the cake which I miserably failed at.” You tell him truthfully, slight guilt lacing your voice. Because of you, his girlfriend was not able to eat the delicious cake.

“Why the hell would you take it out of the box then? Isn’t it common sense to keep it in the packed box?” He asks, looking at you with a judging stare as he brings the back of his hand up to your forehead, acting as if he is checking your temperature, “Something really is wrong with you…” he says softly as he immediately pulls his hand back when you try to hit it.

“Don’t you dare,” he says with a glare as he immediately flicks your forehead and stands up from the floor to run away from you.

“Choi Chanhee!” You yell as you immediately start chasing after him

“Sorry ma’am, I don’t have your cake with me but you can surely check my clothes. You will find bits and pieces of the cake!” He yells while running away from you.

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Entering the class, Chanhee furrows his eyebrows in confusion when he sees no sign of you.

You were always the first to be in the class (you always blamed your parents for waking you up early).

The entire day Chanhee couldn’t help but worry about you, he knew you wouldn’t just miss the day especially when you had to submit your overdue work.

“Ah finally!” Chanhee says to himself as he immediately packs up his bag to get to your house as soon as possible.

“Going to your girlfriend's house?” Chanhee hears Hyunjae’s annoying voice yell from across the room making him sigh at his childish behaviour.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Hyunjae.” He clarifies as he walks out the door with Hyunjae and his girlfriend trailing behind him.

“Yet. Just admit it, you like her, no? Your lovely Cake Warrior .” Hyunjae says as he pushes Chanhee’s shoulder lightly in a teasing manner as he looks at him with a knowing smile across his face.

Kicking Hyunjae’s shin, Chanhee just flips him off and walks away from there, knowing he would have to catch the bus to get to your house.

-x-x-

Ringing the doorbell, Chanhee waits for someone to open the door. Hearing no answer he presses the doorbell again and knocks on the door twice, getting slightly worried since he couldn’t hear any movement in the house.

Before he could knock on the door again Chanhee heard a faint voice coming from inside the house.

“Who’s there?” He hears your voice, it sounds a bit groggy as if you had just woken up from your sleep.

“Me, Chanhee.” Chanhee simply says as he leans against the wall, a cup of hot coffee in his hand as he waits for you to open the door.

“Chanhee who?” He hears your voice ask him, furrowing his eyebrows Chanhee scoffs at your question and heaves out a small sigh.

“The cake guy…” he mutters as he waits for you to open the door. “Real mature, Cake Warrior ,” Chanhee mumbles as soon as you open the door and let him in.

Entering the kitchen he places the cup of coffee on the counter and takes a seat on the chair, “Are you not well?” Chanhee questions as he settles his bag on the counter and looks at your tired figure.

You shake your head at his question and lay your head on the counter, too tired to even look up at him.

Looking at your state Chanhee, immediately stands up from his seat and sits down beside you.

Bringing his hands up to your forehead as he massages them gently, hoping the headache you were having would subside.

“You did not have to come here, you know?” You say softly, as you clear your throat when it starts paining.

“Who says I came here to take care of you? I am only here to give you the notes.” Chanhee defends himself as he immediately grabs his bag and takes out the notes to hand them to you.

A light shade of pink immediately creeps up his cheeks as he clears his throat and looks away from you, “Leave that, have some hot coffee. No cold drinks, you get that?” He warns you while handing you the cup of coffee.

Nodding at him, you immediately stand up from the chair and go into the living room to lay on the couch with Chanhee shortly following behind you once he took care of the mess in the kitchen.

Sitting opposite to you, Chanhee placed your legs on his lap as he massaged them for you.

Listening to the deafening silence you look at Chanhee curiously, “Why are you so nice to me?” You question him while staring at his face (you would never get tired of staring at that face).

Chuckling at your sudden question, Chanhee continues to massage your leg and looks down at you, “What is that supposed to mean?” He questions back with a cheeky smile on his face.

“I mean, you know…” you trail off, hoping he would understand what you meant to say.

“No, I don’t. Please elaborate.” You sigh at his answer and pull your leg back.

Sitting back up, you face Chanhee with your legs crossed.

“After what I did, I mean the cake, the Americano incident and all, I thought you’d resent me or something.” You clarify yourself while staring at Chanhee through your eyelashes.

“I don’t resent you. I mean yeah, I did hate you for ruining my clothes that day but you were a stranger at that time so it was a given, no?” You nod at his words and sigh again, “What’s bothering you now?” He asks with a smile.

“Why do you not hate me?” You ask him the same question again with your lower lip tucked out.

“Do you want me to hate you now?” Chanhee asks with a laugh as he pulls you closer towards him and places your head on his shoulder.

Patting your head soothingly, he hums softly, “If you don’t hate me, then do you like me?” You question after a while as you stare up at him.

You noticed how Chanhee stopped moving his fingers through your hair and just froze on the spot, his eyes widening slightly as he cleared his throat, “Why are you clearing your throat? I am the one who caught a cold.”

“You probably infected me, you germ-filled girl,” Chanhee says as he pushes you away slightly and sits up straight.

You snort at his words and look him in the eye, “Are you blushing? Hah, don't tell me you’re shy.” You say with a laugh, as you imitate his way of speaking.

“I don’t talk like that!” He whines as he stares at you with annoyance, “I never said you do!” You retort back as you mess his hair up and run away from there in your bedroom.

“Come back here!” Chanhee yells as he runs after you and follows you into the bedroom. Entering the room, he trips over the stuffed toy which was lying on the floor, resulting in both of you falling down on your bed with him on you.

Gulping, Chanhee stares into your eyes, only then does he realise just how beautiful your eyes are, “You have pretty eyes…” he mumbles in a whispery voice while looking down at your lips for a moment before diverting his eyes back up at you.

“You have such great lips,” you tell him as if you were in a trance with the way he was looking so captivating and ethereal.

You never told him but you always found him attractive, ever since you bumped into him with the cake in your hand (I mean, you asked him if he was free for a reason. You getting rejected was a different matter).

“Better than yours,” Chanhee says with a scoff as he tries to get back up only to get pulled down by you.

Grabbing a hold of his collar, you pull him down as you pull him in a slow, sensual kiss.

Being in shock, Chanhee didn’t know what to do so he stayed still yet he could hear his heart beating at a fast rate.

When you realise that Chanhee wasn’t kissing you back you try to pull away when he pulls you back in, his hands finding a way to your cheeks as he places one hand on your cheek and the other on the bed to support himself.

Pulling away slowly you look into Chanhee’s eyes, your face turning a shade of red as you clear your throat and push him away, making him fall down on the bed beside you.

“Your room is a mess,” he comments when you don’t say anything. Scoffing at his statement you grab your pillow which was beside you and hit his face with it.

“Way to go and ruin the moment, jerk.” You say as you stand up and walk out of the room with him following behind you while apologising.

You smile at yourself when you hear his frantic apologies, “Sorry, but seriously…do you need help cleaning-ACHOO!” He cuts himself off mid-sentence as he sneezes loudly making you look back at him with wide eyes.

“Great, you passed your flu to me, Cake Warrior .” He mumbles while wiping his nose with his sleeve.

“I am sorry but at least you like this lovely Cake Warrior , no?” You say with a cheeky smile as you go downstairs.

Back in the present

“See you guys soon! But don’t tell Hyunjae or Sunwoo that we met!” Younghoon yells as he leaves the restaurant since he has to go meet his wife at the coffee shop soon.

Giving an okay sign Chanhee turns to look at Eric as he sighs, “Do you still miss her?” He asks softly while paying for the bill.

Hearing his question all Eric does is click his tongue and shrug his shoulders.

Chanhee knew how much you both breaking up hurt him so he decided to leave the topic as it was and stood up to leave the place with Eric.

“See you soon.” He says as he pats erics shoulder

“Send us your wedding invitation!” Eric yells at Chanhee before parting ways with him.

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eighteen — kim seungmin (teaser)

trope. best friends to lovers. college au. slow burn.

synopsis. it takes you a while to realize being known is being loved, and kim seungmin just so happens to be an expert in the study of you.

est. word count: 19-21k words

release date: within march

warnings. just extreme slow burn. some curse words here and there. sexual jokes

taglist. open (send an ask to be added)

note. i have seungmin stuck on the brain and i’m afraid he might never leave unless i write a completely self indulgent fic about him. thank u to ten for the prettiest header i adore u

The next time Kim Seungmin blows up your notifications is after you’ve just finished your last class of the week.

He’s already waiting for you outside your building, leaning against a lamp post and scrolling through dog videos on Tiktok with a few quokka appearances.

The algorithm confuses Seungmin in that it’s so fast to pick up the videos you’ve liked – even if it was just one. He’s pretty sure he’s only getting these rather abundant quokka videos because Jisung had borrowed his phone once and probably liked a Tiktok. Now it’s everywhere to the point that Seungmin could probably tell you at least 5 facts about them.

He’s been standing there for a good 10 minutes now. He has given up on texting you to ask when your classes end (he reasons your professor must have overtime again), instead just adding a shit ton of videos to his “dog” collection on Tiktok.

When you exit the building with some of your blockmates, you feel your heartbeat pick up its pace at the sight of Seungmin in his oversized gray Dodgers hoodie (one of your personal favorites to steal) and some light washed pants with his cute smile and messy hair.

He looks a little embarrassed, as if he wants the earth to swallow him up right then and there. You suppose it’s because he’s been standing there awkwardly, having to look at people in the passing while waiting for you.

Once you appear though, the embarrassment fizzles away and Seungmin is making his way towards you with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie.

“One more overtime and I’m gonna have to report that professor.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re impatient and you hate having to wait for five minutes.”

“10 minutes. I waited ten minutes today.” You laugh at the boy, attention wavering when your friends bid their goodbyes to you and Seungmin. You wave politely, and Seungmin mimics you, smiling sheepishly and waving back.

You know they’re tripping over themselves after Seungmin smiles and waves back at them. You’ve been told multiple times by your blockmates that your best friend looks like a walking dream – the campus crush from the International Law and Legal Studies building.

You don’t disagree, it’s not exactly like you were blind. Every time you’d walk with Seungmin anywhere, he was bound to get some attention from the people around you.

There are multiple admirers lining up for your best friend, shaking as they make their way up to him just to say ‘hi’ or purposely standing near him during college events. It also doesn’t help that his whole friend group were the campus crush from their respective majors.

Too bad for your blockmates and the multiple people lining up willing to donate their kidneys though. Seungmin doesn’t care much about anything and anyone outside his carefully selected circle.

He’s polite, smiling back and waving and holding small conversations but there’s always a hint of disinterest when they’d try to keep the conversation longer than he’d like. He isn’t stupid and knows there’s always an ulterior motive to get with him. He knows how easy it is to mistake politeness for interest.

“Come on, I want coffee.” How demonic is it to have a friend who’s convinced he’s Bill Gates’ son with the amount of times he’s asked you to eat out.

Seungmin pushes you forward by placing a hand on the small of your back, his other hand clutching his messenger bag, guiding you to walk ahead along the sidewalks of your university.

He makes sure you’re on the safer side of the road, bumping you to move to the side.

You stop in your tracks, shaking your head at the boy and he looks at you with utter confusion. “I’m not coming with you to buy overpriced coffee. I’ve used up all my allowance for the week.”

“Waited for you for ten minutes just to be rejected. Ouch.”

“Sucks to be you.”

You’re about to say your goodbye to your best friend, heels shifting to walk the other way when his hand easily wraps around your wrist, pulling you back to where he’s stood. You slap his hand away, pointing an accusatory finger at his direction. “You are not gonna convince me. Not again.”

Screw him and his large hands and how easy it is for him to maneuver them back around your wrist to keep you in place. “I’ll pay, just come with me.”

You surrender in an instant. Who were you to pass on free coffee?

Seungmin smiles victoriously when you start walking by his side again before his face falls in a pout, going off in a tangent about how you’re only willing to hangout with him if he’s paying and how he’s too young to be your sugar daddy.

You sigh in relief when you reach the campus coffee shop, the strong aroma of coffee immediately filling your senses as Seungmin breathes out in delight.

Going straight to the counter, he orders himself an Iced Americano before turning to look at you. “Just the usual?” You nod your head, moving away to find a seat for the both of you.

Every time you’re in a coffee shop (which is, a lot), you’re reminded of the first time you met Seungmin.

He was working part time at a coffee shop, trying to save some money for college and you were merely a customer. He had accidentally knocked the - thankfully, cold - coffee all over you. In compensation, he begs for your order again so he could make it for free.

He still knows your coffee order by heart up until today.

Taking both of your orders, Seungmin moves to settle back to wherever you’re seated when he spots Jisung and Changbin sitting at your table as well.

He should’ve known they’d be here today – they practically lived on coffee. Seungmin supposes this is what double majoring in Music Management and with Music Theory and Composition looks like.

“Not you two again.” Seungmin fakes exasperation, standing by Jisung who’s seated next to you before shooing him away, claiming that Jisung was in his spot. Jisung simply smirks knowingly before shuffling towards the seat next to Changbin.

“So, I have a funny story.” When Changbin speaks up, Jisung is quick to clasp a hand over his mouth.

“We don’t have a funny story.” He counters Changbin’s claim pointedly, shaking his head and glaring at his best friend.

But who could open up a topic and not proceed around Seungmin? He’ll pull up every piece of blackmail he has on his phone, appropriately labeled “to use against friends” and start threatening you. Absolutely no one can escape Seungmin, and that’s how you find Changbin telling the story of how someone had kissed Jisung and when she pulled away, all he did was say “thank you”.

“Who says that after kissing someone?” Your laughter triggers a smile on Seungmin’s face, too busy observing you to make fun of Jisung. He’ll save that for later when you walk home together. For now, the sight of you laughing is too enchanting to look away from.

Jisung, on the other hand, ignores your question. He’s already embarrassed enough.

“I don’t know! I was nervous! My brain doesn’t work sometimes, you know?” Jisung’s running his hand through his hair in frustration, desperately trying to defend himself, hands moving inanimately while speaking.

“Your brain doesn’t work all the time.” Seungmin retorts and the boy pouts at his younger friend.

“Can we talk about something else?”

You, in fact, do not talk about anything else much to Jisung’s dismay. On your way back home, Changbin brings it up again after jokingly kissing Jisung’s cheek and saying “thank you” right after.

A heavy arm swings around your shoulder, Seungmin pulling you towards him as he lets his other friends be with their teasing. You look up at your best friend, shifting your attention back to the ground when you meet his gaze.

You’re walking slightly ahead of the two boys, and Seungmin’s just asking you how your day was. He always does this. Every time he walks you back to your building, he’d always ask how your day went.

This might have stemmed from your first and only huge argument – when you kept your feelings to yourself because you didn’t want to be a bother to him. Seungmin’s made sure to create a comfortable space for you to vent to him ever since.

When you talk, Seungmin listens attentively. You don’t know if you love or hate it. It’s a little difficult to recount what happened in your day when he’s looking at you like that. Seungmin may tease you a lot, but you know he cares a lot and one of his ways of showing that is by listening to you.

Your quiet conversation is cut short when the two boys catch up with you, Jisung’s eyes narrow at Seungmin while he walks backward so he’s in front of Seungmin. “How come you like touching (name) and not us?”

“Don’t say it like that, you sound like a perv.” Changbin smacks the back of his head and Jisung giggles when his choice of words dawn on him.

“Sorry. I mean, how come you’re not disgusted to initiate physical contact with her! What about me?”

(Because I like her, Seungmin thinks but doesn’t actually say).

Instead, Seungmin smirks, keeping his arm around you before teasing his older friend. “Aw, is our Jisung getting jealous? Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand once we drop (name) off.”

“Actually?” Jisung beams at what Seungmin says and he halts his steps, instead walking forward with his hand outstretched towards where Seungmin’s standing.

“No, fuck off! I was kidding!” You laugh when Seungmin detaches himself from you so he can properly run away from Jisung who’s desperate to hold the young boy’s hand.

It’s in moments like these, when the feeling of his arm around your shoulder still lingers, and Jisung’s words echo in your head (why does he only hold you?), and Changbin’s nudging your side knowingly, that makes you think.

Could you possibly mean something more to Seungmin? The way that he means to you?

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Day 6- Chase

[Lee! Han]

[Ler! IN]

“Where is it?” IN yelled at the members in the living room.

“May we was what ‘it’ is” Seungmin said mockingly.

“You know! My hoodie, literally the one I always wear” IN replied (dramatically).

“I haven’t seen it” Hyunjin said, head in Chan’s lap.

“I haven’t either”

“Not me”

“Dang it” IN whispered as he continued to look around. That was, until.. Hanji walked into the room.

“What’s up my mammals” Han imitated Sid the sloth with the audio blasting. He was in one of those moods today.

“HANNI” IN screamed as he stomped over to Han who was on the other side of the room.

“What?!” Han shouted as he shuffled away from the younger, “What’s wro-! Oohhhh..”

“‘Ohhh’ yeah you’re wearing my hoodie! Where’d you find it?! Why are you wearing it.”

“Washing machine, it was warm” Han said, smiling.

“Give it back” IN said while walking closer to Han. He just continued to take steps back.

“Now” IN emphasized.

That was when Han ran out the room.

All the members burst out laughing, some of them yelling “run Han!!” or “go him Ayen!”. A bunch of instigators (<3).

Naturally, IN began chasing Han and was actually not that far off from catching the crazed quokka.

“I’m sorhorry!! Leave me ALONE!!” Han screamed as he ran through hallways and jumped over furniture. They were both laughing, Han more out of nervousness as he hugged IN’s hoodie to himself as he ran. This didn’t last long though as IN suddenly wrapped his arms around the older and held him in place

“Let me go!!” Han yelled as he writhed from side to side.

“Give me my hoodie back!” IN yelled back as he, still hugging Han around his waist, dug his fingers into his sides.

“Hehahaehey!! HEY! Ayehen stOHOP!” Han shrieked as he began to jump as much as he could while wiggling in IN’s arms. The little movements of IN’s fingers across his sensitive sides and ribs were bad.

“You should’ve given it back when I gave you the chance idiot!” IN said lovingly and entirely too close to Han’s ear and neck. He squealed away from IN as he laughed out.

IN soon stuck his hands into the hoodie pockets, which IN knew had a super thin layer separating them from the skin.

“NOAHA HAHA” Han yelled as IN tickled him crazy from inside the pockets. His knees folded and he began to fall to the floor.

“Plehehase!!!” Han begged as he curled up on the floor in an attempt to make IN’s hands move slower.

“Fine, I’ll take it off if you myself” IN said. And so he dug his cold hands under the hoodie.

“AAHA HAHA HAHA” Han yelled out as IN went crazy on his torso. Han quickly got back up and began shuffling around weirdly, trying to run to one side of the room and then directing his body another way to get away from IN’s fingers.

“STOHOAHAP!”

“Give it BAHACK!” IN retaliated.

“Fihine!!! Take it O- OHAHAFF TAKE IT off MEHE!” Han yelled through loud laughs.

IN began to pull the hoodie off of Han by tugging the hood up… until it got stuck right at the point where Han’s arms were shot in the air.

“IN.” Han said sternly.

“Mhm” IN giggled.

“No. Take it off” Han couldn’t even see at this point as the hoodie went from his neck to his arms only.

IN poked his stomach and stepped back, Han flailing around. He couldn’t run because… well… he couldn’t see.

He poked him again.

And again.

And again and again until Han was a puddle on the ground with nowhere to go except curl up into himself.

IN eventually let up and took the hoodie off the older, making sure to tell him to wash it again and not put it on once it was done drying.

But of course… Han didn’t listen.

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Popipopipo pipo

I cannot believe day 6 is on day 11 my bad y’all just pretend I’m on schedule 🙍🏻‍♀️

[31jindo]

Project made for @wr1ter0fwr0ngs and @chamomile12708

Since there are two writers, there are actually 2 of each SKZoo Western magnets. As a bonus, the bias's have been added as keychains, as well as an early chapter Easter egg, BT21 Cooky.

Apparently Tumblr has a seasonal thing with 'Booping' other folks with adorable cat paws. That idea was borrowed to use for a few characters instead of guns. Yet more keychains of Wooyoung and San with their boop paws at the ready for any sudden dust up.

Lastly before all the regular town folk are shown, Dwaekki and Han Quokka with a bit more style than the standard magnet set. Dwaekki is sporting that mootacular vest that Sheriff Wolf Chan (yes based on Woody from Toy Story) sports. On the back of the vest is crossed boop paws with the Hangul for 'JutDae' above them.

I know there is a clip of Changbin from SKZ asking if cowboys rode cows. I thought about giving him a cow mount, but will table that idea for a later date.

Han Quokka has such a distressing story arc, this version has that hopeful expression you would expect of the best Taiyaki bandit west of the Mississippi.

Bbokari, Han Quokka and Dwaekki all have some minor turquoise accessories often found in western style fashion.

Wolf Chan and his mischievous deputy.

FoxyIN and Jiniret. Eventually I will circle back and cut down an old floorboard that was reclaimed from a 200+ year old Chapel's oak boards to cut the 'priest' Foxy IN.

Staff of the 'Saloon'. Red tie and bows and bowtie as well as aprons marked with a little cat motif. Instead of a pocket watch on LeeBit, it is a small gold bell for a story related Easter egg.

They all need a thin clear coat and I will be shipping them out to their destination.

[f3lix00]

Telling Chan you’re pregnant

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Fiancé!Bang Chan x afab!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

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You lay in your bed with your head resting against the headboard. You’re scrolling through TikTok, trying to find a way to tell Chan what your pregnancy test showed.

Chan enters the room and throws himself on top of you with his face buried in your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” You ask

“Tired.” Chan mumble.

He moves his head so his chin is resting between your breasts and he stare into your eyes. He pouts his lips and you lean over to give him a kiss on the forehead.

Maybe you should just tell him as it is? Not make such a big deal out of it?

Before you decide, Chan moves down to your stomach to give it a kiss, which makes your heart flutter. Did he know? No. He couldn’t have, you’ve only just taken the test and hidden it.

“What’re you doing?” You laugh.

“I can’t kiss your belly now?”

“Of course you can” you chuckle and put your phone away.

“Cha-“ he interrupts you by starting to tickle you. You’re extremely ticklish, so you immediately forget everything you were supposed to say.

“Chan-“ you laugh.

“You’re so cute when you laugh.” He say and starts tickling you more. Your reflexes kick in and you end up rolling around in bed and when he finally gives you a moment to breath he is hovering over you. You stare into his eyes for a moment while gaining the confidence to tell him.

“Chan. I have something to tell you.” You notice the change in his expression.

“What? Did something happen?”

You move so you sit up against the headboard. You reach in your pocket, and pull the test out. You hand it to Chan, who is now sitting across from you.

It takes Chan a few seconds to realise what it is.

“A-“

“I’m pregnant Chan.” You say as a smile spreads across your face.

He looks at you with a stunned face. “A-are you for real? This is not funny if it’s a prank y/n.”

“It’s not, I promise. We’re gonna be parents.” You laugh.

A smile that quickly spread across Chan’s face turns into laughter and he almost launch towards you to hug you. He looks at you with teary eyes, and pull you in to a passionate kiss.

“I’m guessing you’re happy then?” You chuckle.

“Happy!? I’m more than happy. Gosh y/n, I love you so much.” He laughs and burry his face in your neck. You hear him sobbing and you laugh: “aw Channie, there’s no need to cry.”

“No I just- I’m just so happy. I can’t tell you how much I wanted a child with you and now- now it’s actually happening.”

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Chan has the last few days been serving breakfast in the morning before heading to the studio and later on he would massage you and almost wouldn’t let you lift a finger.

“Channie! Save your energy for when I actually need your help.” You complain.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes Chan! Go to work! I’m fine, I promise.”

“Call me if there’s anything alright?”

“I will.”

“Oh! Can I tell the boys?”

“That’s up to you. I don’t mind.”

“Thank you! I love you so much y/n” he gives you a big, soft hug and a kiss, before heading off to the studio.

“I love you too!”

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Channie: I have something to tell you guys.

Bin: oh no. What?

Yongbokkie: what’s up Hyung?

Channie: y/n is pregnant.

Quokka: wait really? Congrats man!

Lino: wait what!?

DramaQueen: omg!

Yongbokkie: I’m gonna be the coolest uncle or aunt🥺

Innie: that’s not how it works, yongbok

Lino: sometimes I forget you’re the one who’s supposed to know English

MinInTheBuilding: You’re old.

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Love (4/8)

HHJ x fem!reader

Fluff, established relationship Warning(s): None but like Hyunjin lovingly talking crap about Han and his "cousin" Slightly proofread

Feel free to reblog and like with feedback, comments are great but I won't be able to respond since this is a sub-blog

"Daddyyyy! Look what I drew!" Little Eun-Byeol ran up to her father waving a piece of paper. "Here."

"What is it?"

"It's us. That's you, me and Mommy at the studio!" With shining eyes, she raced to her mother, explaining her hand drawn family portrait.

"Isn't our Eun-Byeol such a great artist? She gets it from you, Hyun." Standing behind your husband, you smiled lovingly.

"You know she gets her looks from you, my love," Hyunjin stood up, embracing both his daughter and wife. "Wanna go out today?"

"Yayyy! Can we go to the zoo? Please, I wanna see the birds and the squirrels!"

"I'm not sure how you learned about Ji's cousin but sure, Star," Hyunjin stifled a laugh, dodging a light swipe from you.

"Hwang Hyunjin!" You fake gasped. "Eun-Byeol, your father can be so mean to his friends, I ought to tell Uncle Jisung and make him apologize, right?" Eun-Byeol laughed, nodding her head. She pulled Hyunjin's phone from his pocket and found Jisung's contact.

"Uncle Ji! It's me! Eun-Byeol!" Laughter could be heard on the other side of the call.

"Hi Eun-Byeol! Is your mom or dad around?"

"Yeah, but Daddy was being mean. He said your cousin lives in the zoo."

Thumping and cackling was all you could hear. You could picture it, Jisung laughing and pounding on his couch, chair, wherever he was and laughing til he couldn't breathe. "M- wheeze- My what? My cousin? pfft-"

You shook your head, laughing a bit as you took the phone out of your daughter's hand. "Hey Ji, Eun-Byeol wanted to see some squirrels at the zoo," you giggled. "I told him he should apologize," Turning to face your husband, you found him and Eun-Byeol dancing and chanting.

"Go Quokka, go Quokka..."

"I'll call you back, Ji" You ran up behind your daughter and picked her up. "You are just like your father," Kissing your daughter and husband, you held them close.

"And I love that."

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A/N: I've never had so much fun writing a blurb that went off the idea I originally wanted, lowkey love this..."Thumping and cackling was all you could hear." wrote this because of the "Your Eyes" MV and that one time in Chan's room (i forgot why)

[crim50n-r8er]

AW CRAP BACK AT IT WITH PART 3!!! HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Swaps under tge cut for those who don’t care and wish to not have their dashboard cluttered

The Ifrit 🔁 The Time Eater

The Ifrit is buffed beyond belief to the point he can basically burn the timeline

Now the Time Eater can only warp time in a single pocket of space at a time and thats kinda it. It can still travel through time tho…with it being hit and miss

Infinite 🔁 Sage

Infinite, or Zero the Jackal, is now the AI of Tails which manifested in Cyberspace created by The Ancients…which honestly should be given a name in my AU…eh, problem for future me.

⚠️ Warning: very immoral things in the following bio, viewer digression is advised ⚠️

Now Sage…hoooh boy. After Tails first discovers the Pantom Ruby which travels to his base from the Classic timeline, in some way or another, he bumbs into a girl named “Letha.” Due to already having a few screws loose from the constant losses by Knuckles and his friends, he abducts her and turns her into a brainwashed super soldier who has a replica of the phantom ruby surgically implanted into her chest

Gadget the Wolf 🔁 Barry the Quokka

For Barry, he is just a placeholder for the character creator, but his story is that he knows Letha, now Sage, and she was an adopted sister of his. This obviously would make the story of forces all yhe more compelling.

Now for Gadget…I’m certain that TMoStH isn’t canon, so I’m not gonna be covering it….sooooooo make of that what you will.

And that’s all the swamps!! Starting tomorrow for two times a day, I shall post keyart of my Blockbuster designs that I have made so far. I hope you have enjoyed!! ^^

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Alien: Part 3

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Alien!Felix

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Alien!Minho, Jisung

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

 ⚠️ I choose to keep some element of surprise to the story, so read at your own risk! THERE ARE SOME MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE!!! ⚠️ 

a lil short compared to the others lol i don’t think lixie can handle much. 

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages

Then you heard glass break downstairs. 

You immediately jolted, thinking nothing of it.  Your brain was definitely playing tricks on you. 

Until you heard footsteps.

You sprung into action, scribbling at Minho’s neck to shift him into his kitten form before shoving him into the pocket of your coat. 

You woke up Chan and Jisung, and hid them both in your closet, terrified for their safety. 

You decided to head down. Giving Minho to Chan, and telling them to keep quiet, you grabbed your trusty baseball bat, and descended into the darkness of your apartment. 

You walked slowly down the steps, trying not to make a noise, wincing every time the stairs creaked. 

When you heard a footstep behind you, you blindly swung your bat around. 

Your bat was caught and thrown out of the way, and a hand slammed over your mouth.

You started struggling and thrashing as much as possible, trying to make it harder for the perpetrator(s) to cart you off. 

You jammed your elbow backwards, determined to hurt whoever had broken into your apartment. 

The person released you, and you immediately twisted around just to be met with a pair of antennas. 

Oh. 

Jisung rushed down to see the commotion, and you held him back protectively. 

Chris tilted his head. “Chan! Stay back.” You tell him. 

“Felix?” Chan grasped at the boy’s arm. ‘Felix’ groaned in pain, pressing against his chest where you had elbowed him. 

“That…was a nice hit.” Felix gasped as he recovered from the impact. 

“Thanks.” You frowned. 

“FELIX!” Jisung shouted, running over and latching onto the boy, who grunted. 

“Hi Hannie!” Felix exclaimed, hugging the quokka back with equal intensity. 

“This is our…friend.” Minho gave you a sweet smile, and you could tell your face was beaming. 

“Jisung, a human…” Felix pointed weakly at you, clearly scared. His antennas were trembling. 

You immediately reached out to pet one, and Felix kinda relaxed into your touch, but he still looked worried. 

“We can trust this one, don’t worry.” Chan explained. 

“Okay! I trust them now. What’s ur favorite kind of brownie? And do you stan TWICE?” Felix asked, spitting out questions a mile a minute. 

“Uh-I like fudge, and yes, i do stan them?” You stuttered through your sentence, startled. 

“You are now one of my best friends.” Felix declared, giving you a big hug. 

“Oh, ok! What’s your power?” You ask. 

“Oh, i’m a day younger than Jisung, I don’t have one yet.” Felix admitted, giggling when you stared in surprise. 

“Can we tickle him now?” Jisung whispered in your ear. 

“Do you even know if he’s ticklish?” You whisper back. 

“We’re only ticklish on this planet. I’ve never been this sensitive back on WASP-104b.”(search it up 😉) He responds. 

“That’s the name of your planet?!” You whisper-yelled to him. 

“Ugh, we’re working on it! Aliens are very busy, you know?!” Jisung rolled his eyes sassily. 

“Whatever. You’re only ticklish here?! That’s so sad!” You whispered in his ear. 

“What are you two talking about?” Chan asked, crossing his arms. 

“Nothing.” You both respond in unison. 

“Mhm.” Chan was not convinced. 

Whatever. Let’s just say Jisung decided to find out whether his sunshine twin was ticklish or not, by poking a singular finger into his armpit from behind. 

Felix immediately jerked with a giggle and pried his friend’s hand out of his underarm, face turning red in embarrassment. 

“Aweee! You’re ticklish! Yes!” Hannie cheered, sending more random pokes at Felix’s body and pinning him to the floor. 

“What does thahat mean?!” Felix shrieked with laughter as Jisung dug his fingers roughly into the boy’s waist. 

“WHAHAHAT’S GOIHOHOING OHOHOHON!” Felix screeched when Minho grinned and grabbed at his thighs, leaving him kicking and thrashing as he tried to overtake the feelings. 

When Minho’s fingers found his sole, Felix flopped around in ticklish agony, cackling his head off and his antennas were flinging around. 

“NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHA WHAT!” Felix was incredibly confused as to the source of his boisterous laughter. 

“We’re tickling you! It’s super cute, isn’t it?” Jisung teased innocently, still digging into the lee’s highly sensitive ribs. 

“AHAHAHAHA!” Felix giggled and squealed through his laughter, he clearly couldn’t handle much, and you pulled Jisung off before the two managed to kill the boy. 

As per the drill, you rubbed at their antennas, got to know Felix, and falling asleep together. 

You just hoped that that happiness would last. 

word count: 732

i hope you all enjoyed! pls check my intro before interacting! love yaa 💗💖

-sana

the end is super rushed, i know…i’ll tie things up next time i promise 🙏

[starjxsung]

hi hi baby!! how are you?

i saw that you got ateez tickets!!! how exciting!! did you end up getting vip?👀👀👀

spirited away and howl’s moving castle are my absolute most comforting ghibli movies. buuuut i think my fav is probably princess mononoke, i just think it’s sooooo beautiful and sad. but i love them all so much (except earwig, we don’t claim her). i can literally talk about studio ghibli for hours nonstop.

i hope thinking of me when you see baku is a good thing for you bc that’s so sweet😭 we need more baku representation. i went to hot topic today and saw a wallet that had kuromi and him<3 the revolution is starting

ahhhh i didn’t know you got a bbokari & han quokka <3 we love that for you! i really want to get one of each eventually. but i really want a han quokka or dwaekki next. i love the fact that you crochet clothes for them😭

the situation with your professor too, like wtf bro. i hate professors that don’t have an ounce of empathy. they forget they’re freaking human too. i really don’t like that, in my case it really sucks because she’s a literal licensed psychologist. so she should AT LEAST as a part of her competencies comprehend that people have personal problems. she also gave us the hardest time yesterday for the work that none of us submitted (that was due at the start of the semester) because we didn’t send it in. when she was the one that didn’t open or even publish it so we could submit it. she said it must’ve been a problem with the platform (we also use the platform for our courses and it can be messy but it doesn’t just remove content just because). like, she couldn’t even admit that it was her own error too. like honestly, i hate this whole ego trip that professors live in. like, what possesses them. but yeah, whatever, she’s one of the main directors of the program so imma have like a million other courses with her so i can’t really be an asshole to her too or she’ll try to fail me probs <3

anyways bb thanks for your support! i really appreciate it so much! thanks for always giving us a safe space here. i’m feeling better now and a bit more hopeful. i love you and appreciate you, pls know that im always here for you too<3

(and fuck ch*rlie p*th <3, i feel bad for skz bc i love them but im not supporting this featuring at all either. they just get thee worst collabs like tommy hilfiger is such a shitty brand, coca cola sucks and now this bish. they can’t catch a break)

i love you darling! i hope you’re well and taking care of yourself <3

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HI BABYYYYY ATEEZ TICKETS SECUREDDDDD I’m going to Oakland and then flying to LA the same week to see them again!!!! And then I leave a week later for lollapalooza LMFAOAOOFFJFJ IT IS GOING TO BE A HECTICCCCC WEEK BUT IM SOOOOO EXCITED 🫶

Princess Mononoke is a fucking masterpiece oh my got and the SOUNDTRACK…….. probably one of the best scores I’ve ever listened to 😭 ALSO EARWIG HOLY FUCKKKK I block that movie out of my memory because it’s so bad 😭 what were they thinking!!!! I kept thinking it was gonna go somewhere and it just never did and then it just ended HWELLOPPPO IT’S SO FUNNY NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT ??!:?:?:? 😭

I love my skzoos !!!! I’ll send pics when I crochet them more clothes (in several months bc I’m lazy🫶)

Professors LOOOOOVE to sit on their high horse and act like they want you to succeed and then pull the most out of pocket shit ever that’s a literal recipe for failure. And then they wonder why so many people fail their class 😀 absolutely insane that a licensed psychologist wouldn’t think mental health to be a legitimate issue, but I digress! Professors are always right and everything they do is correct! They certainly know how to use online platforms for work submission too! 🙃 WILD. I hope she doesn’t pull that shit again and I’m so sorry you have to deal with her for more courses ☹️ I’m rooting for you so hard and you’re always welcome to shit talk her on here WE HATE BAD PROFESSORS ON BLOGGGG™️ 🫶🫶🫶

Oh my god finally someone else who also hates Tommy Hilfiger RAHHHH their founder is apparently super racist too ???? And their clothes are somehow unnecessarily expensive for being so boring and colorless. Idol fashion has gotten so boring I miss when idols would wear weird and colorful streetwear fashion 😭

I LOVE YOU BBYYYYY it’s almost the end of the week hang in there my love !!!! 🫶💓💕💗💞💖💘