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[binnieverssse]

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[binnieverssse]

seeing ai slop of skz first thing this morning was NOT how I wanted to start my day

[binnieverssse]

Hi I changed my user and I just wanna make sure I can still be on your taglist. My old user was emmalabo thank youuuu

ofc!!! hopefully I will have something new posted soon :33 <3

[binnieverssse]

sorry for being a lil inactive :’((

I have so many ideas in the drafts but I’ve been SO busy ughhhhh

hopefully I will have some time to write here soon bc I have this fic idea on my mind so hard rn

[seungminogie]

seungminnie :((

[seungminogie]

I'm actually gonna cry

[binnieverssse]

One More Time - y.jn

✿ Author: binnieverssse

✿ Summary: Poor Jeongin doesn't realize that a one-night stand typically lasts only one night...

✿ Pairing: frat!Jeongin x f!reader

✿ Word count: 3k

✿ Tags/Warnings: fluff, lovesick innie, suggestive but no exclusive smut - MNDI!!!, frat!au

✿ Author’s note: I am working on the Felix fic that I mentioned in the poll, but I had this frat!Jeongin idea that I HAD to write before it left my mind! I hope that you all enjoy! (:

“That was really good,” the guy panting beside you whispered. His eyes were shut closed as he soaked in the bliss lingering in the air. 

“Yeah, not too shabby,” you joked, lightly bumping him with your shoulder. 

Between frail gasps for air and sweaty, sticky skin, you found yourself desperate for some familiarity. You currently found yourself in the bed of some random frat kid’s dorm; another night with no names. You liked it that way, though. It made leaving that much simpler. 

Rolling out of the bed, you started to look for your clothes that had earlier been thrown into random corners of the room. Hearing the rustle of your jeans, your mystery man of the night began to open his eyes. 

“You’re leaving so soon?” he asked, a slight pout adorning his lips. 

“Oh, honey,” you cooed, “Is this your first time?”

He looked confused and almost embarrassed for a moment. 

“First time? I am not a virgin if that is what you are asking,” he defended himself, brows furrowed. 

“You’re cute,” you snickered. “I meant: is this your first time hooking up? You know — having a one-night stand?”

“Oh,” the boy was definitely embarrassed, but for a different reason now. A faint pink blush began to kiss the apples of his cheeks. 

“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone,” you reassured him whilst grabbing your bra from the top of his dresser. 

“Do you really have to go so soon, though?” he asked, voice quiet and small. Ironic seeing as his lack of confidence doesn’t reflect the manner in which he is actively ogling your chest. 

“I have class in the morning. It is a Sunday night,” you pointed out as you seamlessly clasped your bra together. “Do you want me to stay and read you a bedtime story?”

He was easily affected by your teasing. You found it endearing. Most of the guys that you’ve hooked up with during your time in college were your stereotypical douches. It was sweet to see someone respond without post-nut clarity for a change. Receiving a blush rather than a scowl was precious. 

“I mean, I haven’t even gotten your name,” he let out a tiny whine, slightly revealing his desperation. 

“I like to keep it that way, pretty boy,” you winked after haphazardly throwing your shirt back on. You noticed the way that his shoulders drooped, but you didn’t think too much of it. Tomorrow would be a new day and he would forget you anyway. 

Just as you were sliding your shoes on, you caught a glimpse of his face. You could tell that he wanted to say more, but was hesitating. At this rate, you predicted more requests for you to stay a bit longer, so you didn’t pry. You weren’t expecting to hear his voice, gravelly and nonchalant, calling toward you as your fingers wrapped around the cold, metal doorknob, ready to leave. 

“I’m Jeongin by the way.”

Shit. 

There goes your ‘no-name’ policy. 

When classes rolled around Monday morning, you couldn’t stop thinking about the boy from the night before. More specifically, you kept replaying the way that his name rolled effortlessly off his tongue. 

Jeongin.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of the pestering that Jeongin would bring. New semester - new nuisance. 

In Jeongin’s world, you were also on his mind nonstop. Your faint smile, beautiful hair, sweet moans - he was obsessed. Every inch of your body was stored in the back of his mind as you left him wanting more. 

Your mysterious nature only left him thinking of you further. Maybe this infatuation was truly just a result of curiosity. Maybe it was the way that your body fit perfectly against his. Jeongin wasn’t sure, but that only made him that much more eager to see you again. 

He didn’t even know your name. It was silly of him to keep mentally chasing someone that he can’t even name. This caveat is the only thing preventing him from reaching out again. He couldn’t simply ask his friends if they knew the pretty girl from last night’s party – God knows they would each have separate answers. 

For now, Jeongin would have to be content with the flashing images of your eyes, lips, and tits playing on loop while he drowns out his professor’s rant about first-day expectations. 

Somehow, you managed to survive your first two classes of the day. The familiar lectures on syllabi and basic college standards were enough to ground you as the semester kicked off. The only thing that consistently bugged you was the tiny voice in the back of your head. 

“I’m Jeongin by the way.”

You hoped that your third and final class of the day would be less than boring to pry that name from your mind once and for all. The quicker you forgot his name, the easier it would be to move back to your regular routines. 

You tell yourself that that’s what this is: you being upset at the disruption in your routine. There’s nothing about his sharp smile with polarizing dimples that has Jeongin on your mind.

Nope.

Nothing at all. 

You can’t stop thinking of him because he wanted you — not the other way around. 

Even though he was on your mind, the last thing that you wanted was to run into him again. However, it seems that the world has different plans for you. Your routine was broken once, might as well break it a second time. 

As you were settling into the slightly uncomfortable seat in your last lecture for the day, the man of the hour walked in himself. 

Jeongin strolled in moments before class was intended to start. There weren’t many seats left, but — of course — the seat right beside you was open. 

The moment that his eyes locked onto yours, his brows shot up in the most cartoonish way. You could almost see him physically melting in front of you. Nondiscreetly, his smile started to grow on its own, only further highlighting the faint blush on his cheeks. His heart-eyes were insane. 

You groaned as he made his way straight toward you. 

Before he could even get comfortable, you were already looking for another seat. Craning your head backward, the only other seat available was in the main back of the room. Unfortunately, you care too much about staying focused in class. So, front of the room with Mr. Jeongin it is. 

“Hey-”

“Dont,” you immediately cut him off before he could start conversing. Your straightforward tone secretly made him gush even further. 

Thankfully, your professor waltzed in at the perfect time. With the start of his lecture, you were able to avert your gaze elsewhere. 

After the repetitive, classic syllabus talk, the part of class that you dreaded most approached: introductions. 

Being in college, introductions aren’t super important. Why do professors still insist on hosting them knowing they won’t remember your name the second you walk out the door? 

Your professor asked the basics:

- Name

- Major

- Why are you taking this course?

At least you didn’t have to create some tacky fun-fact about yourself. That would have only further added to your humiliation. 

Once your peers had spoken and it was time for you to introduce yourself, you took a deep breath in. 

“Um-” you cleared your throat, feeling awkward with all eyes on you, “I am an English major. I am taking this class because it is required for my program,” you gave the same shitty answer as many of your peers. 

“Name?” your professor grumbled.

“Excuse me?” you pretended not to hear him, but you had heard him loud and clear. 

The professor slightly lifts his head from his notepad, looking at you through his glasses, “What is your name?”

“Oh, right. That,” you laughed, only making things worse for yourself. Being overwhelmed with the amount of focus that was currently pinned on you, you caved, “It’s Y/N.”

Jeongin gasped as you said your name. He wasn’t inconspicuous about it either. Sure, the people around you likely couldn’t hear him, but you sure did. The ever-so-smitten sigh that left his lips moments later was only the cherry on top of his dramatization. 

Before he could swoon any further, Jeongin had to introduce himself. 

“Hello, everyone,” Jeongin smiled, looking around the room. An embarrassing amount of girls in the class were visibly affected by his sweet smile. You snarled and rolled your eyes. 

“I am Jeongin. I’m an education major and I am taking this class for the same reason as Ms. Y/N here,” Jeongin snickered as he nudged you with his elbow. He earned a few laughs from across the room, but you simply gave him a harsh glare. 

How dare he say your name like that? He wasn’t even supposed to know you. 

Funny enough, you weren’t too caught up on the name thing at this moment. You were more surprised by the fact that the flirty frat boy sitting beside you was an education major. Something about knowing his major left a warm feeling in your chest. It was sweet to think that this dweeb wanted to be a teacher. Not that you knew him much at all, but it surprised you nonetheless. 

After the rest of the class slowly introduced themselves, the professor quickly dismissed class for the day. 

“So,” Jeongin drew out, “Y/N? Pretty name for an even prettier girl.”

You felt his energy before he even opened his mouth. Slightly annoyed, you still couldn’t stop the butterflies fluttering in your chest at his cheap flirting. 

“What brings you around here?” he tried to be smooth - he really did. 

“I told you that I had class. Alright forget last night, pretty boy?” you teased. His ears immediately turned red. 

“Oh, I will never forget last night,” he sighed, appearing to dream back to last night’s rendezvous right in front of you. 

“Good, because you will never get a chance like that again,” you quipped, snapping him back to reality. 

“What?” he whined, looking at you like a hurt puppy. 

“One night? Ring a bell?” you shrugged while throwing your notebook back into your bag. 

“I thought that you were just messing with me. You won’t let me relive heaven at least one more time? C’mon Y/N,” he wailed dramatically. 

“No, I was being serious. You’re lucky that you even earned my name. That is the most that any guy has ever gotten from me.” With this information, Jeongin perked up further. 

“I’m special. Y/N finds me special,” he was speaking aloud, but clearly his dialogue wasn’t directed at you. 

“Keep that up and I will make sure that you never see me again,” you spat, pointing a finger right at his chest. 

“Then who will keep me company in class? Y/N, don’t leave me alone!” he pleaded.

“Drop the name and I may consider letting you continue to sit next to me,” you bargained, cracking a slight smile at his antics. 

“Yes, ma’am. I can do that,” he saluted you, earning another slight chuckle from yourself. He mentally patted himself on the back for that one. 

“Ma’am,” you thought aloud, “I think I can handle that.” You threw your bag over your shoulder and started heading toward the door. 

“See you around?” Jeongin asked, hopeful. 

“Don’t be too eager, Jeongin,” you shooed him away. 

“Yes, ma’am!” he replied once more, frantically waving as you left the classroom. 

You didn’t even bother to give him another glance before you disappeared. Nonetheless, he sighed, “Ugh. She is so perfect.”

Your school always slightly overdid things when it came to the first week of each semester. 

Well, it wasn’t necessarily the college itself - it was mainly the frat houses. 

Each semester, the first week of classes was filled with too much partying for one person’s sanity. The excuse was something about the frat houses wanting to recruit more members, but you swore it was always the same faces attending the parties anyway. 

Despite it only being Tuesday, you found yourself at the front steps of a frat house that you were all too familiar with. You knew that you were bound to run into Jeongin, but that wasn’t going to stop you from loosening up a little tonight. You were doing this for yourself — not for him. 

You effortlessly blended into the sea of people already spilling out of the living room. To most, you were simply another girl to chase. Jeongin sensed that you were more, but he wasn’t here right now. It was just you and a crowd full of semi-familiar faces. 

The night hadn’t even begun before you were four shots in. There was no reason for you to get totally fucked up in the middle of the week, but you promised that there was a reasonable excuse somewhere in the back of your mind for your actions. 

After your fifth lackluster conversation of the night, you decided to walk away and catch some fresh air. Grabbing a drink on your way out, you headed toward the back yard of the house. 

The second that the fresh air kissed your skin, you felt slightly more alive. With the click of the door, the restless sound of the party dulled and you were able to hear your own thoughts again. However, you were only allowed to take two breaths before ultimately being interrupted. 

“God answered my prayer,” Jeongin sighed dramatically while not-so-casually leaning against the banister in front of you two. 

“Looks like he did the opposite for me,” you scoffed, not really upset. Frankly, at this point in the night, you were hoping to run into him. 

“Ouch, Y/N. Ouch,” Jeongin feigned hurt. 

“What did I say about using my name, pretty boy?” you warned him, cocking an eyebrow his way. 

“My apologies, your highness,” he snickered, the alcohol seeming to have more of an influence on his personality. 

When you rolled your eyes at his drunken giggles, he didn’t back down for a second. Matter of fact, he somehow managed to step even closer to you.  

“You know, you somehow look even more gorgeous under the moonlight,” Jeongin slurred, staring at you with pure adoration and intoxication. 

“Oh, really? That’s funny, because you look just as annoying right now.” Your comeback was weak, but you still stifled a laugh at Jeongin’s reaction. 

“What did I do to earn such harsh treatment, baby?” he whined. 

“Baby? Now you’ve gone way off track,” you tsked, staring off into the night sky. 

“I figured that I would at least try,” he blubbered, a smile present on his face. 

“You should do less of that,” you casually spoke, shooting a glance his way. 

“What?” Jeongin was slightly confused, 

“Trying,” you replied, short and simple. 

“Alright. Alright. You are breaking my heart, beautiful.” Jeongin wiped away a fake tear. 

Regardless of how little your desire to speak to Jeongin initially was, you still found yourself slightly enjoying the conversation. You definitely wouldn’t let him know that, though. 

“Do you ever stop?” You fully turned to look at him. 

Under the moonlight, Jeongin’s red cheeks were illuminated, only highlighting his features further. You found yourself naturally leaning forward with each passing moment. 

“Stop what?” Jeongin questioned you yet again. 

“Talking,” you reiterated, as if it were common sense.

“I don't know. I haven’t figured out how to do that quite yet,” he taunted, playing into your teasing. 

“Do you need help?” you pried. 

“Help how?” Jeongin’s brows furrowed together in confusion. 

Before he could ponder any further, you smashed your lips against his. 

It was the alcohol. At least that is what you told yourself. That was easier than thinking about what this might actually be. 

Jeongin gasped, but it was quickly swallowed by your own lips as you continued to melt into his essence. Immediately, he followed your actions, kissing back with just as much — if not more — effort. 

Jeongin’s restless hands found themselves resting upon your hips as he struggled to ground himself. In his mind, he was absolutely losing it. Though he had only known you for a total of three days now, you were constantly running through his mind. Your sarcastic nature would have never led him to believe that you’d be initiating anything further with him. 

Truthfully, you didn’t plan this initially. Maybe subconsciously, but you were convinced that you didn’t want to see Jeongin again after class yesterday. Now, you were starting to realize that you may have been lying to yourself this whole time.

Is this the alcohol? Is this his annoying charm working on you?

That was something for sober Y/N to worry about. 

You aren’t even sure how you went from making out with Jeongin under the stars to being back in his bed once more. 

Sunday night replayed in your head as Jeongin pulled out and fell beside you in a whirlwind of panting. 

This time, when his warm skin brushed against yours, you didn’t instantly run. Instead, you leaned closer toward him. 

Resting your head on his shoulder, you allowed yourself to soak in the ecstasy lingering in the air. 

“You will never fail to amaze me,” Jeongin mumbled against your hair, falling deeper into the comfort of your touch. 

“Yeah, you weren’t too shabby,” you giggled, mimicking your words from the other night. 

“Not too shabby?” he challenged, “Should we go again? I think that I can do better than shabby.”

You chuckled, leaning over to fully face him.

“Am I ever going to get rid of you?” you questioned. 

“Me? Not a chance,” he smirked before leaning in to bring you into another kiss. 

As Jeongin flipped you on top of him, you truly lost the line between drunken wishes and true desire. Looking down at the desperate man whimpering beneath you, you weren’t sure that you could be too frustrated with him anymore. 

Whatever was blossoming between the two of you, you could face in the morning…inevitably in his bed with a raging hangover. For now, you were in for the ride, simply enjoying yourself with quite possibly the most hopeless boy on campus.

Taglist: @seung-min-the-building @melancholicw @karlee10261990 @emmalabo @stronglychanbiased @hanberrymilk @minhosglasses

[unanuvola]

CHANGBIN // STRAY KIDS • "BLUEPRINT" [KCON:TACT 4 U STAGE CLIP)

[binnieverssse]

Blame Him, Not Me! - s.cb

✿ Author: binnieverssse

✿ Summary: video game induced jealousy? Changbin’s worst nightmare!

✿ Pairing: Changbin x f!reader

✿ Word count: 1.8k

✿ Tags/Warnings: fluff, playful jealousy, sweet sweet binnie

✿ Author’s note: Sorry that I haven't had any time to write! Long week and I’m posting nearly at midnight lol. I did want to write the wholesome Changbin as promised, though. Totally not inspired by my addiction to Tomodachi Life… Enjoy!!!!

Something was wrong. 

Changbin knew that trouble awaited him before he even left the studio. 

The telltale sign? Your last text message sent to him. 

*thumbs up*

Never once, throughout your entire relationship, had you responded with such dismissal. Matter of fact, you often complained about your father texting in the same manner. It was your pet peeve. 

The real question is: what did Changbin do? 

He replayed every small detail of his morning to make sure that he hadn’t done anything to hurt you. He didn’t miss anything - did he? 

Five minutes of mandatory cuddling before either of you gets ready? Check!

Picking up your favorite Dwaekki that fell from your arms each night? Check!

Prepping your morning coffee? Check!

Giving you a kiss goodbye? Check! (He actually did this one twice before inevitably heading to work.) 

Changbin didn’t have a single clue as to why you would be upset with him. When he left this morning, everything seemed normal. Regardless, he wanted nothing more than to cheer you up. 

Before heading home, Changbin decided to make a few stops along the way. 

Binnie <3

Hey bun!

I’m going to run by the store on the way home.

Need anything? :) 

His message was ultimately left on read. This only further motivated him to put a smile on your face. 

An hour later, Changbin pushed the door to your apartment open with a slight struggle. The crinkling of plastic caused your ears to perk up, but you didn’t dare move from your spot on the couch. 

Wordlessly, Changbin wandered around the living room. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend was frantically trying to set up his attempt at an apology. He didn’t know what he was apologizing for, so it was safe to say that he went slightly overboard with how much stuff he brought home. 

It wasn’t until you heard the last rustling noise simmer down that Changbin decided to approach you. Eyes glued to the halogen screen before you, Changbin shyly crept toward you. When you felt his body settle next to yours, the couch divoting ever so slightly, your body naturally turned toward him. The movement was microscopic, but Changbin noticed - of course, he noticed. His shoulders relaxed an inch as he prepared himself for whatever conversation was about to unfold. 

“Hi, angel,” Changbin started hesitantly. “I am sorry that I took a little longer than usual. I wanted to treat my girl a little bit.”

“Your girl,” you scoffed - the first words that left your mouth since he came home. 

“I’m sorry?” Changbin’s eyebrows shot up at your dismissive attitude. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all. 

“The last time that I checked, Seungmin wasn’t a girl.” Somehow, you managed to say this with a straight face. 

“I am so confused right now - Seungmin?” Changbin sighed with a whiny voice. 

“Sorry, I don’t talk to cheaters,” you dismissed, the slightest smirk appearing on your face. 

“Cheaters? Cheaters?” Changbin’s voice rose to an octave that you had never heard before. “Baby, I would never cheat on you.” 

You returned to the game of silence. It was more entertaining to watch Changbin try to wrap his head around things than to reveal the reason behind your stubborn attitude.

“If me getting home late has planted any ideas into your head, I promise that they are silly. I could tell that you were upset, so I went to a few of your regular spots. I bought some of your favorite flowers from that kind, older woman down the street. I went and picked up your favorite takeout. I even convinced your favorite barista to make me your special matcha even though they were about to close,” Changbin rambled on and on. 

At his words, you finally lifted your head up and looked around the room. Sure enough, Changbin had already placed your flowers in a complementary vase sitting right beside the takeout. It wasn’t until now that you even smelled the food in the room. 

When you turned to meet Changbin’s eyes, you noticed the slight tremble in his hands as they clasped around your signature drink. Your features softened as the pout on his lips continued to grow. 

“You make it so hard to stay upset,” you grumbled before running your fingers through his hair. “You really didn’t have to do all of this for me.” Guilt started to swirl in your chest. 

“Of course I did. I hate when you’re upset,” he cooed. “I would do anything to see that sweet smile of yours.” Changbin set your matcha on the coffee table before taking his hand in yours, his hand slightly damp from the drink’s condensation - not that you minded any at all. You melted at his actions nonetheless. 

“You’re too sweet, Binnie,” you pouted, not feeling like you deserve the lengths that he went to cheer you up. “Now I feel stupid for being upset in the first place.”

“No, no. You don’t have to feel stupid at all! I just want you to feel happy. Whatever I did to upset you, I am sorry, baby,” Changbin reassured you. 

“But it is stupid,” you sighed, wishing to hide away now. “It technically wasn’t even you that upset me.”

“It wasn’t me?” Changbin asked, confused. His brows shot up when the metaphorical lightbulb in his head went off, “Oh! Was it Seungmin? Is that why you mentioned his name earlier? I can have a talk with that dog later if he-”

“Well,” you cut him off, “it was technically both of you…but also neither of you? It was fake Changbin and fake Seungmin that upset me,” you tried to explain. 

“What? Fake Changbin? I’m sorry, babe, but you lost me there,” Changbin was trying to be comforting, but was clearly disoriented at your nonsensical explanations.

“It wasn’t anything that you did in real life…It is what the two of you did in the game,” you admitted hesitantly, your cheeks immediately heating up from embarrassment. 

“The game?” Changbin still wasn’t catching on. 

“You know…the game that Felix bought me: Tomodachi Life,” your voice was small as the humiliation grew stronger. 

“Tomodachi Life? You’re going to have to be a little more blunt, baby.” You now felt bad watching your clueless boyfriend. It was funny at first, but now you were feeling beyond awkward. 

“I’ve made you and all of the boys as little characters in the game,” you began to explain while avoiding eye contact. “In the game, the characters can fall in love. You and Seungmin may or may not have fallen for each other on my island,” you spoke a million miles an hour at your confession. If it weren’t for your boyfriend listening intently, he easily could have missed what you said. 

“Wait! You were mad at me because fictional-me has a crush on Seungmin? Fictional Kim Seungmin?” Changbin’s face was plastered with pure bewilderment. 

“Maybe,” you squeaked, fearful of how Changbin would react next.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to immediately double over in laughter. Those high-pitched giggles that you were so fond of were rapidly spilling from Changbin’s lips. This was so ridiculous, but he was not surprised in the slightest that you managed to make yourself upset at such a minuscule non-issue. 

“Yah!” Changbin bellowed out another laugh. “You really got jealous over Seungmin? Pixelated Seungmin?” Tears stung his eyes as his head tilted back in amusement. 

“I told you that it was stupid!” You couldn’t help but let a giggle of your own pass through your pout. 

“I cannot believe that I really spoiled you because you were upset at my mini-me,” Changbin sighed with a smile, wiping the tears that now stained his dimpled cheeks. 

“Technically, it is a mini-mii,” you corrected, knowing that he wouldn’t get the joke anyway. None of that mattered to him; he was just glad that you weren’t actually upset with him. “I am sorry that you went out of your way to do all of this sweet stuff for me. My irrational reaction definitely doesn’t warrant this level of kindness.” 

“I see this as a win-win situation,” Changbin shrugged. “You aren’t actually upset with me - win! We get to eat this yummy food together - win! I get to see your face light up as you indulge tonight - win! Wait — does that make this a win-win-win situation?”

Now it was your turn to laugh at your boyfriend’s silly antics. At the sound of your unbridled joy, Changbin’s shoulders relaxed. A warm smile accompanied both of your faces.

After a while, the two of you had totally smashed the food that Bin had bought for the two of you. With faint jokes about the ridiculousness of the day, the two of you sat engulfed by the comfort of one another’s presence. 

Cuddled on the couch, Changbin was now watching you play your Nintendo Switch, following animated-Bin chasing Seungmin around hopelessly. 

“I don’t like how accurate you made our characters. This really looks like Seungmin and I,” Changbin chuckled into your hair. 

“Now you see why this felt personal?” you joked, causing Changbin to tighten his grip on you playfully. 

As the two of you were lost in the world of Tomodachi, Changbin’s roommate, Hyunjin, had finally made it home himself. 

When Hyunjin opened the front door and took in his surroundings, he froze. Flowers…special food…

“Was there an anniversary or something that I didn’t know about? I could’ve stayed out if you two needed some alone time,” Hyunjin tried to reason as he saw you two lovers in your own world. 

“Ah, no. Don’t worry, man. Y/N was just mad at me for crushing on Seungmin in her silly game,” Changbin explained, once again laughing at the ridiculous confession. 

“Oh, Tomodachi Life? You really got mad at him for his character falling in love with Seungmin?” Even Hyunjin failed to hide his amusement. 

“Oh, shush. Not you too.” You shooed him away jokingly. 

“You know how goofy this one can be,” Changbin spoke to Hyunjin while gently squeezing your arm. When you swatted his hand away, both boys in the room snickered. 

“I know how goofy you can be too,” Hyunjin smirked. “Hey, Y/N. Did you tell him about our miis already being sweethearts in the game?”

“Excuse me! Sweethearts?” Changbin shrieked, not knowing whether to be offended or further entertained. 

“You know what? I think that I am done with this game for today,” you sputtered, blushing at the hypocrisy of your moment of jealousy being exposed. 

“Have fun you two,” Hyunjin smiled smugly before heading to his room. His job here was complete. 

When you tried to lean forward, Changbin gripped your waist promptly. 

“We aren’t done here.” His voice was laced with amusement as you tried to hide from him once again. “So, Hyunjin?” 

“Quit teasing me!” you groaned, covering your face with your hands. 

“You started this war, baby. Blame him,” Changbin pointed at the miis walking around on the screen of your Switch, “not me.”

Taglist: @seung-min-the-building @melancholicw @karlee10261990 @emmalabo @stronglychanbiased @hanberrymilk @minhosglasses

[binnieverssse]

I am building more frat au! ideas, but I’m currently in between two fluff fics as well… help me choose pls!!!

Which would you rather see first?

Changbin - fluff, lighthearted humor, peak bf Changbin

Felix - fluff, comfort - angst but not with Lix!

Voting ended onMay 12

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SKZ FAVORITE FANFICTION MASTERLIST (스트레이 키즈)

Before we start, this post is just a small collection of my favorite fanfictions. All credit goes to the amazing writers behind them please consider supporting them by leaving comments or sharing their work.

Please don’t repost, translate, copy, steal, or feed these works into ai. all writings belong to their rightful authors unless stated otherwise. i’m only collecting and sharing them with full credit. dm me politely for any questions or concerns.

Like&reblog for a kiss ── #click for masterlist to see more.

── .✦ keys 🥢 f. fluff s. smut a. angst

𝓢TRAY 𝓚IDS OT8

You give another guy his phone number by @hyunienohanashi [f]

Lazily riding by @leislibrary [s]

Finding out you've never cum by @bahablastplz [s]

Accidentally texting them your reactions to their karma photos by @lililixie [f]

A naked man on your screen?? by @imfoive [f]

Another pc trend by @strrykais [s]

Members stealing your bf phone by @kick127 [f]

Struggling to take your bra off by @hwanghhjinie [s]

Risky reader by @havenhyunjin [f]

Reacting to your new tattoo by @bangchanwifey [f],[s]

Take a look at my girlfriend — shes the only one I got by @channlust [f]

𝓑ANG 𝓒HAN ─── 방찬

The revenge game by @sithskz [s]

Silent worries by @4linos [a],[f]

I just need a quiet place where I can scream how I love you by @lieslab [a]

Untitled by @sunboki [f]

What chan says to you during sex by @97latte [s]

Clandestine love by @chandora [f]

𝓛EE 𝓚NOW ─── 리노

Winter rose by @joyracha [f],[s]

You broke up but have a cat together by @hyunienohanashi [f]

Got what you need by @1nthedarknessofthenight [s]

Too much by @mrsx-alberich [s]

I love Minho I MEAN MANGO by @keeperofasecretsecret [f]

DESKJOB by @seospicybin [s]

𝓢EO 𝓒HANGBIN ─── 서창빈

GENTLEMEN by @pineapple-burgah [f]

EYES CLOSED by @lynsbng [a],[f]

Handmade Joy by @keeperofasecretsecret [f]

Clingy by @linoxpudding [a],[f]

Morning song by @soft4changbin [f]

Just one more by @ghostlyscripture [s]

𝓗WANG 𝓗YUNJIN ─── 황현진

Work, doll by @chanifesto [s]

Silent cracks by @strayalivekid [a]

DRAW ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR (HENTAI) GIRLS by @jj-one [s]

You and I by @astraystayyh [a]

Pussy Fairy by @kalisburnerphone [s]

M𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 by @gyuzies [f],[s]

𝓗AN 𝓙ISUNG ─── 한지성

Keeping secrets by @minholuvr333 [s]

Quiet hurts loudest by @4linos [a],[f]

Dirty laundry by @grungeham [s]

YOU WHAT? by @hanjinology [f]

Hypotheticals by @ghostlyscripture [s]

Fate undone by @strayalivekid [a],[f]

𝓛EE 𝓕ELIX ─── 이 필릭스

Untitled by @lovecase [f]

Cockwarming by @leislibrary [s]

Delicate by @hanniebaeee [f]

Oh, Honey by @binnieverssse [f]

Taste by @lililixie [f],[s]

Forever Sounds Pretty Good by @blued-inked [f]

𝓚IM 𝓢EUNGMIN ─── 김승민

LIKE SUGAR ON MY TONGUE by @jj-one [s]

Lipstick stains by @lililixie [f]

Untitled by @chandora [s]

Mornings vs nights by @pvppymin [f]

RISKY TEXT by @stryscribbles [s]

Feelings Not Sent by @starmy-sky [a],[f]

𝓨ANG 𝓙EONGIN ─── 양정인

Too Late by @binnieverssse [a]

DRY HUMPING by @lovecvrexx [s]

Calls you clingy by @reinasblog242 [a]

Not a clue in the world by @leislibrary [f]

Got what you need by @1nthedarknessofthenight [s]

[binnieverssse]

I see so many great authors + moots on this list!!! tysm for including my fics 🥹🫶

[binnieverssse]

I have my first ever fancalls tonight… I AM SO NERVY!!!!!

literally what do I even SAAAAAAY!?!?

[binnieverssse]

Money Away, Boys - l.mh

✿ Author: binnieverssse

✿ Summary: Drunk confessions and silly bets…what could possibly go wrong?

✿ Pairing: Lee Know x f!reader

✿ Word count: 2.5k

✿ Tags/Warnings: frat!au, sibling!reader, hanji’s sister, fluff? comfort? not really angst but there is arguing, alcohol, frat level cursing LMAO, Hannie is a mean ole drunk, minsung jokes!!!

✿ Author’s note: First scene was inspired by this prompt! This isn’t proofread…sorry :(( I hope you all enjoy this kinda silly fic lol <3

Every party ended the same way…

Jisung was always the first to suggest the drinking games. Sometimes, it seemed like he was inventing random rules just for an excuse to indulge in drinking his heart out.

With the games also came competition - that’s where Seungmin comes in. With precise skill, Seungmin almost always manages to win these ridiculous games that Jisung conjures up. Some say it’s because he is a massive cheater, but - truthfully - everyone is too drunk to differentiate fact from fiction. All that it takes is some smooth gaslighting from Seungmin to get everyone under his spell.

While Seungmin is able to stay mostly sober, there’s definitely a sore loser of the group too: Minho.

Oh, poor Minho.

At this point, it had to be on purpose - right? Nobody could believe that Minho was truly that bad at even the simplest of games.

Without a doubt, every single night, Minho ended up absolutely hammered. He’d fuss that the rules were unfair - he wanted to try again. Each game and each round always ended the same, though.

“Drink it up man,” Felix slurred as he passed Minho another drink that he definitely did not need.

“The rules - not fair - cheaters,” Minho hiccuped with each accusation.

Chan, being the responsible one, grabbed the cup from Felix’s hand.

“I think it’s time to call it quits. I’d rather not watch my friend drink himself to death tonight,” Chan scolded everyone near him. Groans were heard from all around.

“But he lost! That’s how the rules work!” Jisung’s voice rose three octaves as Chan was shutting down his fun.

“You mean the rules that you made up?” Chan rolled his eyes before downing the mystery liquid in his hands. “There - happy?”

“You’re no fun,” Jisung huffed, crossing his arms like a child.

“I’m having so much fun,” Minho mumbled, grabbing Jisung’s shirt which was barely within arm’s length.

“Yeah? I’m glad,” Jisung cooed as he walked closer to the very intoxicated boy. Minho would never let Ji baby him this way when sober, but there was no way that he’d remember this anyways.

“Oh my god,” Seungmin covered his mouth, “I am going to gag.”

The rest of the boys joined Seungmin is his dramatic opposition as Jisung nestled Minho snuggly into his arms.

“Get a room,” Changbin snickered. He always loved teasing the two boys.

“We have a room,” Jisung pointed out, oblivious as ever. “How do you guys keep forgetting that we are roommates?”

“I-“ Changbin sighed, “Never mind, man.”

A comfortable silence embraced the group as they all realized they were rather partied-out. The noise within the frat house was slowly buzzing away to nothing as other college students began stumbling their way into the night.

Hyunjin swore that Felix was only a moment away from snoring, but a hiccup accompanied by a small voice brought everyone back to reality.

Beside Jisung, Minho tried to sit himself up straight, only failing slightly.

“Guys,” he starts with a slight giggle, “I have a confession to make.”

“Oh shit,” Changbin nudged Felix back to his senses at this declaration.

“A confession?” Jisung asked, brows furrowed as he looked down at Minho who still had to lean on him for support.

“We’re listening,” Seungmin snickered.

“Are you sure?” Jisung asked quizzically, cocking a brow with his question, “Because some of you are pulling out your wallets and a concerning amount of cash.”

Three boys from the group were huddled around one another, whispering amongst themselves.

“Oh, we’re listening,” Felix chuckled.

“It’s a part of the listening process,” Changbin coughed, tried to seem nonchalant.

“What?” Jisung once again tried to understand what was happening right in front of him.

“Guys,” Minho stole the spotlight once more, “I said that I have a confession,” he whined with a pout.

“Go ahead, Min. We’re listening,” Jisung reassured the older boy with a gentle squeeze to the shoulder.

“Oh yeah, we sure are,” Seungmin failed to conceal another laugh.

“I think that I am in love,” Minho sighed dreamily, unaware of the storm he just caused with his words.

Changbin, Felix, and Seungmin were all pushing one another around with shit-eating grins on their faces. They were in their own little worlds - nobody else around knew what was fueling them so much.

“Love, huh?” Chan smirked, knowing damn well that Minho would never live this down.

“Yeah,” Minho smiled as he went back to snuggling Jisung. “She’s the most perfect person ever. I could go on about her for ages. Don’t get me started on how beautiful she is-“

Minho’s drunken rambling was interrupted by Changbin clearing his throat.

“Wait…she?” Changbin’s voice cracked.

“Duh, silly. I’m talking about my girlfriend,” Minho laughed, hiding his face into Jisung’s shirt.

“Girlfriend!” Felix shrieked, eyes as wide as his jaw filled with shock.

“Yeah,” Minho drew out his words dramatically. “My girlfriend - Y/N.”

Within seconds, Minho went from daydreaming about your love to rolling onto the ground. Upon hearing these words, Jisung immediately shoved Minho to the ground.

“Y/N! My fucking sister, dude?” Jisung’s voice rose with anger.

“Woah… Hey-“ Chan tried to intervene, but Jisung was determined to speak his truth.

“Are you kidding me? The number one rule was that none of you stepped foot near my sister. I expected someone to try and break my trust - maybe Hyunjin - but never you, Minho. Never once did I expect my best friend to stoop so low!” Jisung’s voice shook as he piled onto Minho.

“Well, you said nobody is allowed to hurt your sister,” Minho pointed out with a pout. “I’m not going to hurt her - I love her.”

“Love? You’re a fucking joke, man. I cannot believe you,” Jisung grumbled, definitely being harsher than what was called for. For his own sake, he decided to take a few steps away from Minho. “How long has this been going on for?”

“Hmm,” Minho pretended to think. Truthfully, he was scared of what the truth may bring. “About a year and a half,” he squeaked.

“A year-“ Jisung roared, launching right back toward Minho.

“Not happening-“ Chan stepping in just in time. Wrapping an arm around Jisung’s waist, he held a tight grip against the fighting boy.

“No, let me go!” Jisung snapped at Chan. “Let me teach this piece of shit a lesson.”

Hearing the way that Jisung was speaking to him, Minho began to tear up. Him and Jisung were the closest of friends - Jisung had never spoken to him this way before.

Eventually, Minho muffled out Jisung’s harsh words. As his friend continued to pummel him with insults, all Minho could do was cry. As he cried, he could only think of one thing that would bring him comfort: you.

It was well into the night when you were woken by an incessant buzzing sound.

After blinking away your sleep-induced haze, it finally registered to you that the noise was coming from your phone. Grabbing the phone, you stared in confusion as Minho’s messages came in rampantly. Each message was pure gibberish. Knowing that he was partying tonight, it took you a moment to decipher whether you were too sleepy or he was too drunk to make sense of any of his words.

Though you couldn’t understand a word that he was saying, you could tell that he was in distress with his overuse of frowny emoticons sprinkled throughout his messages. Wanting to understand why your boyfriend was spamming you at 3 in the morning, you decided to call him rather than entertain his texts.

The phone only rang once before Minho answered.

“Baby, I-“ he hiccuped and you immediately recognized the sound of his sniffles.

“Min, are you crying? What’s going on, angel?” you asked, voice laced with concern.

“I- I told the boys about us,” he paused with a whimper, “Hannie is very mad.”

Before you could begin to ask what he meant, you heard the unmistakable sound of your brother’s voice shouting in the background. While you couldn’t make out what he was actually saying, you could hear the echo and rage coming from his voice.

“I think he hates me,” Minho sobbed into the phone.

“Hey. I’ll be there in a few, okay?” you reassured your boyfriend. You had already gotten out of bed the second you realized he was crying. However, hearing your brother’s voice motivated you to slide on your shoes and pick up the pace.

“You’re coming?” Minho softly cried.

“I’m coming, angel. Why don’t you keep texting me while I drive over?” You knew that you wouldn’t understand a single word, but you didn’t want to fully cut off communication with Minho as you left your apartment. “I’ll see you soon, love.”

Minho hung up the phone with a tiny whine.

The short drive to the campus felt like an eternity. The one thing keeping you grounded was the non-stop buzzing from your phone. You knew that Minho was okay because he wouldn’t stop texting you.

Once you arrived on campus, you barely put the car in park before bolting toward the all-too-familiar frat house.

The moment you open the front door, any and all chaos halts for a brief moment. When Jisung’s eyes lock onto yours, the energy immediately comes back to life.

“Oh, you called her?” Jisung was speaking directly to Minho but continuing to look at you.

“I’m glad that he did. You need to calm down,” you answered for Minho with an assertive tone.

“Calm? This is calm!” Jisung exclaimed in the least-calm way possible. Unfortunately, you had seen this version of your brother before: drunk and grumpy.

“Jesus Christ, you need some water,” you grumble as the stench of alcohol fills your nose.

Pushing past your stubborn brother, you find Minho behind the couch, curled in ball, still sobbing to himself.

“Do you not see what you’ve done to him?” you question Jisung.

“What I’ve done to him? How about the part where he went behind my back and was dating my sister? Oh, right! I’d say that’s even shittier than anything I’ve said!” Jisung slurred his words as he tried to strengthen his argument.

“Han Jisung,” your cold tone caused him to freeze for a moment, “out of every one of your friends, who do you trust the most?”

“Why does that matt-“

“Just answer the question,” you pushed further.

“…Minho,” Jisung grumbled begrudgingly.

“When you’re shitfaced - like you are right now - who constantly takes care of you rather than ditching you for chicks?” you grimaced at your own choice of words.

“Ugh - Minho.” Jisung’s shoulders began to slowly slump.

“All in all, out of all of your friends, who would you trust me with the most?” you asked your final question.

“That’s not-“

“Jisung,” you warned again.

The tension was thick as silence filled the room. Every person in the room knew the answer already. It was up to Jisung to get the courage to say it aloud.

“Min. I’d trust Min the most,” Jisung finally spoke with a quiet voice, almost ashamed to admit it.

“So why are you berating him for treating me with love and respect?” You pointed a finger at Jisung, causing him to shrink instantly.

“I didn’t know,” was all that he could say.

“Let me guess…you didn’t know because you jumped straight to conclusions?” You raised an eyebrow with your accusation.

“I- I’m sorry,” Jisung admitted with defeat.

“I’m not the one that you need to apologize to,” you scolded, finally turning your attention toward your trembling boyfriend.

With a tender touch, you lifted Minho’s head enough for him to register who you were. In his drunken, emotional state, he hadn’t even noticed that you entered: his brain was too loud.

“Y/N, baby. You came,” Minho sighed in relief. His eyes were bloodshot and hazy, the tears mixing with his heavy intoxication. You made a mental note to scold your brother in the morning for letting him get this drunk tonight.

Taking his face into the palm of your hand, you began wiping his tears away with the pad of your thumb. He melted into your touch as you treated him with the utmost care.

Seeing this, Jisung’s guilt only intensified.

“We’re gonna go home. How does that sound?” you whispered into Minho’s ear so that only he could here you.

“Home?” Though it came out as a question, you know that Minho was just asked for reassurance. You simply nodded and planted a soft kiss to the top of his head.

As you helped Minho to his feet - with quite the struggle - all pairs of eyes were planted on you. There was an awkward tension in the air as the boys saw a side of Minho they’d never seen before. With a mixture of need and desire, Minho clung to your side, somehow getting closer and more affectionate than he ever had with Jisung. Even when absolutely hammered, it was clear that you were different to him - you were special.

“I’m taking him back to my place. You owe sober Minho an apology tomorrow morning,” you spoke directly to your brother who nodded fervently.

Right before hobbling your way back to your car, that strong scent of alcohol hit your nose once more.

“Someone get this kid some water,” you demanded the group of boys who watched your every move.

After a moment of silence you stared between Jisung and Hyunjin. Seemingly both intimidated and flustered, Hyunjin promptly ran toward the kitchen to fetch a bottle of water.

The sound of Hyunjin’s rapid footsteps was your queue to leave. Even though Minho had most of his weight on you, his legs seemed to still function. With minimal struggle, the two of you headed towards the car - towards silence and comfort.

Jisung was red with embarrassment. He was embarrassed with himself. Everything that you pointed out was true, and there was no reason for him to explode on Minho like that.

When Hyunjin returned with the water bottle, he was confused as to why you and Minho had already left. It only took him a few seconds to realize that you were implying Jisung was the one who needed water. Carefully, Hyunjin unscrewed the cap and handed it to silent boy, scared to watch him explode again.

Jisung took one sip of the water bottle before sighing. The mood for the night had definitely been dampened.

Yet, there were still three boys who were trying to make sense of everything that just happened.

“Uh,” Changbin cleared his throat before making eye contact with Jisung, “just to clarify, you and Minho aren’t dating?”

Jisung immediately choked on air.

“What? God, no!” he shrieked, seeming appalled at the accusation.

“Yes!” Seungmin cheered slightly too loudly while pumping his fist in the air. “I believe you all owe me ₩100,000 each.”

“Not fair, man,” Felix complained as him and Changbin started counting their money in disdain.

“Wait, you all fucking bet on us?” Jisung started to raise his voice again. Before anything else could leave his mouth, Hyunjin quickly forced the water bottle back to his lips, silencing Jisung for the final time this night.

Taglist: @seung-min-the-building @melancholicw @karlee10261990 @emmalabo @stronglychanbiased @hanberrymilk

[binnieverssse]

I’ve been too addicted to tomodachi this week…

BUT!!! I finally started writing something again last night <333 more binnieverssse fics coming soon™️

[tearsanctuary]

so if i want someone to read my writing i have to ACTUALLY WRITE IT?!?!?

you’re telling me they can’t read my mind and see how fucking good it is???

[minhosglasses]

Positive corner🫶

So since I’ve been feeling a bit up and down lately with everything. My jobs, life in general, this year so far honestly etc. I just wanted to start writing again, I used to write a lot in my school days whenever I was feeling a bit down and this year I’ve been back to it and I can’t even begin to explain how fun it has been to come back.

I’ve never really been on tumblr so I’ve been reading so many fun and awesome fics, and what this little post is for is to highlight those that I’ve been loving sooooo much! And some I’ve even seen like my posts (+become mutuals with) which is crazy to me, so if you ever feel like you need new fics please check these people out 🫶🫶🫶

@pineapple-burgah @quillhyunie @gyuzies @binnieverssse @hanjinology @bibisbia @imfoive @chandora @satorisoup

@hyunjinnieisms @hyunienohanashi @wolfiesroom @starlostjisung @hwanghhjinie @linoxpudding @4linos @bluejutdae @channies-wolfchan @lieslab @linos-pudding-cup @seungiesz @seungfl0wer @moonchild9350 @chancloud8 @hanniebaeee @havenhyunjin @charmerchannie @leeknowsmic

I probably have missed some and if I have they will be added to here so this is just for fun, please check these out if you haven’t 🫶

[binnieverssse]

literally going to CRY!!! I’ve been going through a tiny writer’s block phase, and this made my day! go check out this sweetie’s blog <333

[writingwithfolklore]

Writing Resources to use instead of AI

For coming up with character names:

Behind the name (my absolute fav)

Allows you to choose the origin of where you want the name to be from, whether you want a more feminine vs masculine vs androgenous name (as voted by users), random surname generator, and clicking on the name gives you important info like if there are any famous people with the same name, where it’s from, how common it is, and how people tend to see it, etc.

You can also search their name database by letter or meaning or origin, so if you know you want a character who has a name/surname that starts with an A from Ireland, there’s a whole list for you to choose from.

Census sites

Especially useful if you’re looking for a name from a specific place and/or time period. Just search “(country) census (year)” and you’ll find a database of real people who lived in that place at that time. No one can ever call your names unrealistic again.

For coming up with place names:

Fantasy name generator

This site can basically come up with any name for any person, place, or thing you might ever need. There are also specific generators for different fandoms if you’re looking to make an OC in an established world.

For finding that one word on the tip of your tongue:

One Look Thesaurus

This is my go-to. Not only can you find synonyms like a regular thesaurus, but you can also describe words like “unhappy smile” or “quiet laugh” to find the more specific word you’re looking for.

For coming up with ideas:

Word cloud

When I need to inspire a new idea, I write down all the things I’m interested in (hauntings, academia, lesbians, etc.) and put them into a word cloud to shuffle them next to each other. Sometimes seeing a concept in a new context can spark new ideas!

WWF Discord

This is my discord channel (shameless plug) for when you need to brainstorm off other people but don’t have anyone irl to talk to. We’re also happy to read and give feedback on writing, answer writing questions, or just chat!

For visualizing places and characters:

Pinterest

Pinterest can at times be a bit too sterile for my tastes, but if you use the right words, you can find more realistic photos of places. For example, adding “aesthetic” after basically any word will bring up a more broad collection of photos to help you flesh out places.

This is also a great way to find photos of people and fashion to help visualize characters. I’m bad at describing clothes, so I usually collect photos of outfits to help me know what my characters are wearing. Searching up “character inspiration” will collect more interesting photos and drawings of people who might not exactly be of our world.

(However, to make Pinterest not show you AI results, you have to go into your settings and check the “reduce AI” box. Luckily, it does mostly work.)

Death to Stock

Like pinterest but completely AI free (hooray!) Only drawback is that you have to pay a monthly subscription (about $20 CAD).

Cosmos

Very similar to pinterest but slightly more "artsy". I'm not super familiar with this one but I believe all the photos are human and you can save them and create collections with a free account.

Dupe Photos

Royalty-free stock image site with very Pinterest-core photos!

Minecraft

If you haven’t built your entire fictional city in Minecraft instead of writing, why not? It’s fun.

The Sims

This one is dual purpose because you can not only create your characters in Create a Sim, but you can design their houses. If you really want to go for it, you can bulldoze all the lots in your town and build your world from scratch.

For checking grammar:

Grammar Girl

Easy to follow definitions and examples, and if you learn better by listening, every article comes with a podcast to follow along with instead.

Grammar Monster

This one is my favourite for checking grammar rules because there’s tons of examples in graphics that helps for any situation.

Reedsy

Among other things, reedsy can connect you to professional editors within your budget.

For writing advice:

One Stop for Writers

This one was recommended from my discord channel and has all sorts of tutorials and resources for the writing craft.

My Blog Directory

Another shameless plug, but if you need writing advice on something specific, you can search through my directory to see if it’s there. If it isn’t, you can always send me an ask about it!

For an alternative to Google Docs:

Ellipsus

Think google docs but without AI. Yay!

(will update this list with any more suggestions or resources I discover 😊)

[just-a-readthrough]

A great resource

[binnieverssse]

new layout :3 we will see how long it takes me to get bored again