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— and somehow, you just waltzed right in his trap.
w.count → 1k
genre → ?
a.n → ...in short, silver haired Fendi Bang Chan Christopher does something to me that i couldn't explain. i literally short circuited when i saw him that day lol
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In your 5 years of attending Hogwarts, you’ve always made sure to steer clear of any and all Slytherin house students to the best of your abilities. Being the earliest to come to class, the last to leave, avoiding certain parts of the castle known to be Slytherin students’ hang out spot—everything, long as you could stay hidden away from those pairs of icy cold eyes that felt like they’re trying to skin you alive.
You know that logically not all of them would care that you’re a third-generation half-blood wizard; they probably would have considered being one is still within a level of acceptance compared to one of a Muggle-born. Hell, most of them would probably not bat an eye at some random Hufflepuff student in the first place—but you couldn’t shake the suffocating unease courtesy to the stories your parents recounted since the day that letter of acceptance had magically apparated on your window sill. You understood they only meant well; your mum and dad simply didn’t want their only child to go through the same troubles they did as half-blood wizards themselves,
But sometimes you wished that they hadn’t filled your brain with those tales of shame and caution—because if it wasn’t for the gripping fear, pinning you down like deadweights chained onto both of your ankles,
You would have been wandering around Hogsmeade along with your fellow Year 5 students right now, finally looking at something other than the cold walls, moving staircases, and rows after rows of dimly lit framed portraits you’ve finally outgrown the excitement from.
“You’re going to fall if you don’t snap out of it.”
The sudden echo pulled you right out of your head—shoes merely inches away from hovering over air before sending you tumbling down the flight of stairs. “Fuck-” your eyes turned wide while your feet hurriedly stumbled away from the ledge, finding a form of support as your palm came into contact with the cold surface of the balustrade. Any second later, you would’ve ended on the other side of those steep steps—and the realization easily loosen the lock you usually kept tight on your lips.
“You could’ve warned me sooner!” your eyes flew shut as your hand grips at the fabric over your racing heart, voice bouncing off the walls where pairs of curious eyes had decided to sneak a peek from beyond the paintings. You, however, couldn’t care any less. A broken limb would’ve been the best-case scenario had you actually taken the fall, and the image of you being stuck in the Hospital Wing for days—if not weeks, really struck a nerve in you. “Were you betting on me actually falling off the stairs? Fuck, you’re such a—”
Lines of words loaded on the tip of your tongue instantly vaporized the moment your eyes caught sight of the figure staring from the other side of the carpeted landing. With arms crossed as he leaned his bodyweight onto the railings, the pair of dark grey irises watched you with sparks of contained amusement; ones sending chills down your spine. Suddenly, it felt as if your blood had turned colder than the surface you were leaning on—forcing you to shrink as he took another step closer, silver hair reflecting a warm glow from the candles nearby.
“Why’d you stop?” his voice echoed low, lips tugged into a lopsided smile mirroring the slight tilt of his head. “Cat got your tongue?”
You really, really should get a hold of that temper of yours.
“Sorry,” your voice sounded barely above a whisper, eyes landing on the gleaming green prefect badge on the lapel of Chris’ uniform as you avoided his piercing gaze. “I really—I was just… surprised. I’m really sorry, Chris.” You swear you really are. You’ve spent years hiding from those kids; why would him, out of all people, be the target of your unruly temper?
“Ah,” even without peeking a glance at his face, you could feel the mock sympathy laced within the short syllable. Your shoulder only shrunk further as he took another step, tip of his well-polished shoes now is within your line of sight albeit much to your dismay. “So, you do know who I am.”
A part of you wished you could be as brave as the voice you carry in your head, telling the infamous Slytherin kid to back off and leave you alone—but you couldn’t even bring yourself to stop the mild tremble on your fingers when you know technically you are the one at fault. Not when the stories of what his extended family had done to others kept playing in your head like a broken record. You’ve told yourself that the times have changed, that they probably aren’t as sinister now as they were back in your parents’ era,
But the way even his mere presence is causing you to fold betrays your belief.
“Look, I really am sorry,” you forced a voice from your throat, tips of your ice-cold fingers entangled with the fabric of your thick, knitted cardigan. “I didn’t mean what I say. I just have this terrible habit of just saying things when I got startled. I’m sorry.”
“Hm, too bad. My feelings still got hurt either way,” Chris’ voice echoed low, the tinge of hurt in his words was almost believable. “You almost called me… what, a prick? An asshole?”
“I—”
Before you could even pull up another defense, you were forced to swallow back the forming sounds as Chris tilted your chin up by a tug of his fingers—and suddenly, you’re face to face with the wickedness hidden in his smile.
“Apologies meant nothing if you don’t prove it with actions, you know.”
The blaring red flag blinds your vision—you know you’re standing just beyond the line of his trap, and you can’t blame him for it. He is a Slytherin after all, and this is exactly what your parents had been warning you about nearly all your life. It’s your fault for thinking that you could reason with him, that you could walk away unscathed after catching the attention of the Slytherin house’s infamous genius prefect,
But what is this odd heat creeping under the skin of your cheeks?
w.count → 0.2k
genre → ?
warning → chan referred to as chris
a.n → um... hi? i don't know exactly what to say especially since i've been away for so long...ㅠ i'm not sure if this will mark as my comeback to writing (life's been a lot but nice), but one thing for sure, this is a part of my heart i've been carrying without knowing where to lay it down. hopefully this will do me some good, as so for you♡
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“chris,”
“hm?”
he didn’t bother looking away from the sequence playing on the tv screen–not when your fingers are still running softly across the curls of his hair, nails grazing on his scalp ever-so-lightly while he rests on your chest, quietly listening to the soft echoes of your heartbeat.
“you know i love you, right?”
frankly, you have no idea why the question rolled off your lips in the first place. you know chris is fully aware about your feelings for him, and vice versa–there isn’t a day where you leave for work without reminding him, or a night you go to bed without him whispering those three words into your hair as he holds you close to his chest.
you didn’t know,
but there’s this thing about these quiet nights where you stay cuddled up in bed with your boyfriend of two years that fills you with emotions you couldn’t hold nor explain.
“of course,” chris finally shifted his eyes to study your face, attempting to find the cause of the unexpected question at hand, “and you know i love you more, yeah?”
you know.
of course you do,
but you couldn’t bring yourself to push the sound from your throat, nor could you nod your head as a form of answer.
so instead,
you brought him closer, pulling him into a hug while he melts into the warmth of your arms; oblivious to the way your chest aches with something you couldn’t explain.
genuine question but how does one kiss with this kind of piercing bc it's not like a plain lip ring, yea? does it not... tug? i kinda wanna know for... uh... research purposes.
Random thought as I'm on my way to work and just watched a bunch of skz concert clips:
What if lifetimes ago skz is actually a small kingdom? Like chan is the king while minho, changbin, hyunjin, han, yongbok, seungmin, and jeongin each rules a different duchy, and the reason why we stays became a stay in this lifetime is bc we were a citizen of said kingdom and plegded to find them again in our next lifetime(s)?
i know it's been a while, and i'm just dropping by to wish everyone a happy new year🩷 2024 was... quite a year, and i hope 2025 will be a year where light and warmth is all we as a community will receive✨️ cheers, xoxo🥂
p.s. i've read the asks and actually bawled my eyes out (in a good way) reading them heheh i'm just still really burnt out from the new job i just got (does that sound like a red flag..?) hence why the absence of answer (or any type of planned, intentional content, for that matter). fingers crossed things will get better soon, though🤞🏻
p.p.s. i actually (spontaneously) did an analysis-slash-breakdown of railway mv (actor bangchan???? golly🥴) on my tiktok fanaccount—feel free to check them out!
back with another vulnerable hours with isa (lol),
please don't see me as merely another writer in the sea of skz fic authors. i might not look or seem the friendliest but i promise i'm just not quite healed yet from my abandonment wounds. i'm working through it, and being creative is my way of doing that, but if it feels like i'm sending things out into a void then... it feels like i'm not progressing in any direction. please send me asks once in a while or maybe a reply, i promise i really, really cherish every single one of them.
i haven't had the time (or mental capacity) to write but i just wanna stop by to say i miss my cuddly, fluffy haired channie.
i mean just imagine running your fingers through his hair while you cuddle at night, where everything is quiet, and all you could hear was the steady sound of his breathing. it's just so... peaceful, and you hope you could stop time just to have him in your arms a little while longer before the sunrise takes him away.
how do you write so well?? i wanna be a fanfic writer to but im scaredd☹️
aw tysm!!ㅠ i don’t want to give a stereotypical answer but honestly it’s just… practice? lots and lots of cringey practice piece that more often than not you’ll regret ever writing but in reality it’s a good test to figure out how much you’ve grown as a writer (is it obvious i’m speaking from experience?ㅠ hahah)
but also! you need to be open to learn how to write ‘good’ by exposing yourself to a lot of kinds of writings. there’s never really one true way to write, and by accepting that you’ll see that even from writings you don’t like at all, there’s always something you could learn from, either by applying or not applying them to your own writings!
and most important of all, just start. you’ll never know what you’re capable of doing unless you start. i totally understand the fear bc i’ve been (and also am) in your position right now, but i really, really hope that you’ll take the leap. frankly, there’s nothing you’ve got to lose. if your first one sucks then so what? my first sucks too, and yet i’m here today, right? :D so please, just write. i’m rooting for you!🥰❤️
w.count → 0.8k
genre → fluff
warning → chan and reader both referred to as baby, one use of 'my girl', reader on period :(, minor cussing here and there, not proofread!ㅠ
a.n → honestly i don't know what to write atm (aside from the continuation for that one seungmin fic) but i still want to write something lighthearted so... this happens. welp. :]
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you messed up.
"fuck," you finally muttered under your breath, hand clutching your forehead in frustration. you know you shouldn't have ignored your gut feeling earlier this morning and followed through with the precautions anyway.
again you turned against the mirror, still bearing some hope that whatever you saw earlier was just your eyes playing tricks on you, but no—the damned red spot on your white dress is still there, mocking you through reflection of your boyfriend's bathroom mirror.
"baby?"
you jumped at the sudden knock on the bathroom door, feeling like your heart has suddenly fallen to your feet. fuck—how are you supposed to tell him?
"are you okay? do you need me to come in?"
"no!" you hurriedly replied, only later cursing at yourself for not maintaining your composure. making chris worried was definitely your intention after going missing to his bathroom for quite a period of time, and your reply definitely wasn't helping your resolute.
"are you sure?" chris' voice were laced with concern, and you could even picture the frown that's definitely present on his forehead. "can you crack the door open? just so i'm sure you're really okay."
"it's just—"
"baby," again, the image of your boyfriend's stern gaze immediately popped up in your mind. "please? just one sec. i need to make sure that you're alright."
it's not that you're worried chris would say anything about it—you're well aware of the kind of person your boyfriend of 4 months is, and you completely trust him. it's just that…
you're embarrassed.
the click of lock were soon followed by a soft creak, revealing chris' concerned eyes beyond the slight opening of the door. his relief was audible even to you, gaze softening when he saw the glimpse of your flushed face.
"okay," chris' lips formed a soft smile, as if trying to soothe you, "are you sure all is good? do you need any help?"
"…today."
"hm?" blinking in confusion, chris brought his face closer to you, "sorry, baby, i couldn't—"
"i got my period today," you quickly repeated, cheeks heating up as you heard your own confession, "and i didn't bring any feminine products with me since i wasn't supposed to have it for another week. i also might've stained your couch. i'm sorry."
chris turned quiet, and you could practically see thoughts flashing through his eyes—but you're not a mind reader, and the passing seconds made your heart grew heavy. is he embarrassed to hear that? is he going to send you home? is he going to get upset? should you have not—
"if i'm not mistaken… i think there should be some pads and maybe some disposable underwear under the sink, baby," the sound of chris' voice promptly ceased the vortex of worry growing in your head, your eyes again meeting chris' clear ones, "i bought it a while back for you but i don't remember if i placed it here or in my room. could you check?"
despite the confusion, your body had instinctively moved along chris' request. to your surprise, you do find the items your boyfriend had mentioned, tucked neatly in a small box of necessities. you chest bubbled up in gratitude and filled with warmth—you never expected chris to do this for you, and yet, he managed to come over and beyond any of your expectations.
"found it?"
nodding your head, you swallowed back the tears welling up in your eyes. gosh—period hormones! "yeah, just found them. thank you, baby."
a sigh of relief could be heard from the other side of the door, and you couldn't help but smile—if it wasn't clear before, then now you're determined to find a way to repay chris somehow. frankly, at times you still don't understand the lengths chris would willingly go for you, or if you even deserve to be at the receiving end of chris' gesture of affection at all. the chris you've gotten to know is so full of love, and you don't even know if you have the capacity to love him the way he cares about you.
but in the mean time,
you've decided to try and accept chris' form of affection for you.
"okay," you could hear the smile in chris' voice as he speaks, "i'll go grab a change of clothes for you while you settle down, yeah? oh, and you do know where the towel if you want to shower, right?"
"yeah, i know," you held back a giggle as you reappeared in chris' vision between the crack of the door, clutching the box close to your chest with a beaming smile, "thank you, baby. really. i really appreciate this."
and with a smile equaling to the warmth of a spring's sun, chris chuckled a reply,
5 hours later and i still haven't recovered but in all honesty i don't think i'll ever doㅠ
( also this is totally unrelated but would anyone like to befriend me on x...? i need more people to see how crazy i am for chan interact with when chan does something insane bc i can't deal with that on my own )
( edit: also!! the x account in question isn't the one i listed on pinned post—that's just a backup masterlist lol )
omg omg i absolutely love your form of affection fic it’s my ultimate comfort fic!! you’re such a good writer 🫶🏻🫶🏻 please do write more scenarios like these 💓
aaah tysm!!ㅠ♡ i'm still trying to post more consistently, and if you have any ideas or requests, please do send them my way! i'll be more than happy to write them♡
w.count → 0.8k
genre → fluff
warning → chan and reader both referred to as baby, one use of 'my girl', reader on period :(, minor cussing here and there, not proofread!ㅠ
a.n → honestly i don't know what to write atm (aside from the continuation for that one seungmin fic) but i still want to write something lighthearted so... this happens. welp. :]
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you messed up.
"fuck," you finally muttered under your breath, hand clutching your forehead in frustration. you know you shouldn't have ignored your gut feeling earlier this morning and followed through with the precautions anyway.
again you turned against the mirror, still bearing some hope that whatever you saw earlier was just your eyes playing tricks on you, but no—the damned red spot on your white dress is still there, mocking you through reflection of your boyfriend's bathroom mirror.
"baby?"
you jumped at the sudden knock on the bathroom door, feeling like your heart has suddenly fallen to your feet. fuck—how are you supposed to tell him?
"are you okay? do you need me to come in?"
"no!" you hurriedly replied, only later cursing at yourself for not maintaining your composure. making chris worried was definitely your intention after going missing to his bathroom for quite a period of time, and your reply definitely wasn't helping your resolute.
"are you sure?" chris' voice were laced with concern, and you could even picture the frown that's definitely present on his forehead. "can you crack the door open? just so i'm sure you're really okay."
"it's just—"
"baby," again, the image of your boyfriend's stern gaze immediately popped up in your mind. "please? just one sec. i need to make sure that you're alright."
it's not that you're worried chris would say anything about it—you're well aware of the kind of person your boyfriend of 4 months is, and you completely trust him. it's just that…
you're embarrassed.
the click of lock were soon followed by a soft creak, revealing chris' concerned eyes beyond the slight opening of the door. his relief was audible even to you, gaze softening when he saw the glimpse of your flushed face.
"okay," chris' lips formed a soft smile, as if trying to soothe you, "are you sure all is good? do you need any help?"
"…today."
"hm?" blinking in confusion, chris brought his face closer to you, "sorry, baby, i couldn't—"
"i got my period today," you quickly repeated, cheeks heating up as you heard your own confession, "and i didn't bring any feminine products with me since i wasn't supposed to have it for another week. i also might've stained your couch. i'm sorry."
chris turned quiet, and you could practically see thoughts flashing through his eyes—but you're not a mind reader, and the passing seconds made your heart grew heavy. is he embarrassed to hear that? is he going to send you home? is he going to get upset? should you have not—
"if i'm not mistaken… i think there should be some pads and maybe some disposable underwear under the sink, baby," the sound of chris' voice promptly ceased the vortex of worry growing in your head, your eyes again meeting chris' clear ones, "i bought it a while back for you but i don't remember if i placed it here or in my room. could you check?"
despite the confusion, your body had instinctively moved along chris' request. to your surprise, you do find the items your boyfriend had mentioned, tucked neatly in a small box of necessities. you chest bubbled up in gratitude and filled with warmth—you never expected chris to do this for you, and yet, he managed to come over and beyond any of your expectations.
"found it?"
nodding your head, you swallowed back the tears welling up in your eyes. gosh—period hormones! "yeah, just found them. thank you, baby."
a sigh of relief could be heard from the other side of the door, and you couldn't help but smile—if it wasn't clear before, then now you're determined to find a way to repay chris somehow. frankly, at times you still don't understand the lengths chris would willingly go for you, or if you even deserve to be at the receiving end of chris' gesture of affection at all. the chris you've gotten to know is so full of love, and you don't even know if you have the capacity to love him the way he cares about you.
but in the mean time,
you've decided to try and accept chris' form of affection for you.
"okay," you could hear the smile in chris' voice as he speaks, "i'll go grab a change of clothes for you while you settle down, yeah? oh, and you do know where the towel if you want to shower, right?"
"yeah, i know," you held back a giggle as you reappeared in chris' vision between the crack of the door, clutching the box close to your chest with a beaming smile, "thank you, baby. really. i really appreciate this."
and with a smile equaling to the warmth of a spring's sun, chris chuckled a reply,
your writings are so warm i hope you become one of the biggest skz blogs🫶
oh nouuuur you cannot do this to meeee hahah i haven't been in the best headspace lately and this is literally everythingㅠ thankyou so, so muchㅠ i hope kindness follows you everywhereㅠ♡
