“They Do Piss Me Off, Avocados.”

27 she/her/hers Let’s be real, i am a THRISTY ASS BITCH ok. If you see a man on my page, I probably would pay him to hit me with a car and then would say thank you. also if you see me reblogging skz smut, mind ur god damn buisness im saving it for later.

[chili-crab0811]

nothing is more heartbreaking than falling in love with a fictional character and then finding out that they are universally shipped with another character in the universe to the point there is absolutely no self-insert fic. Like they're just the happy gay couple in every fic.

[channlust]

girldad!chan headcanons

husband!chan x fem reader

lots of fluff, mentions of the members because i love them, mentions on ppd and body dysmorphia, pregnancy (obviously), uncle felix moment, sorry for any spelling mistakes!!

part 2 of husband!chan hcs

girldad!chan who had always dreamed of being a father. so when you'd shown him your positive pregnancy test, his eyes welled with tears as we carried you and spun you around, both of you oh so excited to go on the journey of being parents.

girldad!chan who never let you lift even a finger while u were pregnant. he took time off and took care of everything. breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, cleaning and doing laundry (which is now his favourite "hobby"??), all of it. you would try to retaliate, telling him that you can take care of yourself on your own. but he would still insist on washing your hair and body while you took a bath, what if you slipped? not under his watch.

girldad!chan who cooed and caressed your tummy atleast 10 times a day. when you guys were sleeping? a hand would always be resting on ur stomach, feeling the baby grow in your tummy day by day. kissing your lips and then leaning down to kiss your stomach. everyday. and you could never grow tired of it even if you wanted to.

girldad!chan who would always be with you in your doctor appointments. what kind of husband would he be if he wasn't? all the nurses nudging you and saying how lucky you are, most men wouldn't go with the mother of thier child. yet chan was over here ecstatically smiling when he saw the ultrasound, keeping a picture of it on him at all times, excitedly showing all the memebers that hes gonna have a girl.

girldad!chan who would poke at ur tummy when your baby girl kicked, insisting that shes saying hi to him and by poking hes simply saying hi back.

girldad!chan who was so excited to start decorating the nursery, anytime you both would be out of the house on a grocery run or in some other store he would always head to the babies section. grabbing a whole selection of onesies and cute pink clothes. the cashier smiling at both of you when chan would gladly get out his credit card and pay a hefty price for the ridiculous amount of clothes and toys he got, excitedly bagging them, just thinking about how his little girl would be in these when shes here.

girldad!chan who was with you in the delivery room. letting you grip on his arm as you struggled through labor. but after your baby girl was delivered, its like all the noise around cancelled out and all you both could concentrate on was her. your pain was gone, the only feeling you could grasp is the warmth in both your hearts.

when you gave her to him, freshly wrapped in a blanket he felt his eyes tearing up with happy tears again, supporting her head and rocking her back and forth. "hi there little one" he'd coo down at her.

girldad!chan who, just like he was there in all the happy parts of having a baby, he'll take care of the hard times too. staying up late, changing her diapers and feeding her while you tried to get some sleep in the other room. dark circles and tiredness clear in his features, but he always smiles when she finally starts drifting off to sleep, placing her in her crib and padding down the hallway to get some sleep with you, kissing your forehead before falling asleep right as he put his head on the pillow.

girldad!chan who comforted you during your post-partum depression. your insecurities of your body slowly disappearing as he trailed kisses down your tummy, tracing his mouth over your stretch marks with reassuring whispers of how beautiful you'll always be to him.

girldad!chan who captured the baby's firsts. her first words being a little "mama" after he repeated the word to her over and over till she eventually said it. "now say dada" "mama" "nooo say d-a-d-a" "m-mama!" "oh well..i tried" he sighed as you giggled, capturing the moment on your little digicam.

girldad!chan who sends little picture and video updates on the skz groupchat. all the guys being happy for their leader's happiness, talking about how much they cant wait to see the little baby and felix calling dibs on how he'll be the favourite out of her 7 uncles.

extra: you and chan who sent your 6 month old baby girl over to felix for babysitting duty. you both desperately needed alone time to wind down from everything thats happened. endless sleepless nights needing to be cured by a date and some good quality sleep. felix, obviously being the favourite uncle (or so he claims), gladly agreed.

the next morning when you and chan came to pick her up, you were shocked but not surprised at the sight before you, the house a mess, felix looking like he hadnt gotten a wink of sleep. blond hair messy and your baby crying as he carried her with one hand, rocking her while holding baby formula in the other. he looked so relieved at the sight of her parents coming to take her home.

a/n: i might make a part 2 when the baby reaches kindergarten and stuff..maybe even give her a name? who knows!! im so glad u made it the end. likes and reblogs are super super appreciated :))

[ivyues]

Skill Issue ⋅ Han Jisung

Han's kisses are a health hazard… yet you’re addicted.

This was his fault. He was the desperate one.

Was.

Always stealing kisses whenever he passed you, always leaning in just because he could, always pressing his mouth to yours like it was a reflex. Like affection was something he couldn’t help but give away, smiling into it like it was a habit.

Somewhere along the way, it stuck.

Now the absence of it itched. The memory lingered on your lips long after the last one ended, like your body had learned something your brain hadn’t agreed to yet. Like he’d trained you without meaning to – soft lips, familiar pressure, over and over – until wanting it felt automatic.

Addiction, disguised as affection.

And there he was, sitting on his chair, headphones on, pen tapping against his notebook while a beat looped softly from his phone. Completely in his zone. Concentrated. Focused. 

Not kissing you. 

Unacceptable.

You reached over and paused his track.

Han looked up immediately, blinking. “Hey Bab—”

“Kiss.”

No preamble. No negotiation.

He smiled, soft and easy, like you’d asked for something obvious. “Okay.”

He leaned up and pressed a quick, polite peck to your lips. Sweet. Respectful. Over before your brain had even caught up. He leaned back again, already satisfied, already halfway returning to his notebook.

You stared at him.

“That’s it?” you said.

Han turned back to his desk, grinning like he was proud of himself. “What? It was cute.”

“That was a notification kiss. I want a real one.”

He laughed under his breath, pushed his headphones down around his neck and rolled his chair closer. This time, he leaned in properly. His hand came up automatically, cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek like he needed the contact to stay grounded. He paused just long enough for you to feel his breath against your lips before he closed the last inch of space.

The kiss started gentle. Normal. Sweet. Safe.

His mouth met yours slowly, deliberately, lips fitting against yours like it was something he already knew by heart. Not rushed. Not hesitant either.

You smiled into it.

Big mistake.

Because it always went like this: soft and sweet… until some invisible switch flipped. His focus tunneled. The kiss deepened without him seeming to even realize. His breathing stayed perfectly steady – unfairly steady – while yours started to disappear entirely.

Han kissed like he performed: fully committed, zero brakes and just slightly competitive. What started soft deepened fast, his focus narrowing until the rest of the world clearly stopped existing. The notebook, the lyrics, the studio. Gone.

Just you, him and the way his lips moved against yours.

The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing yours softly – enough to make your fingers curl in his hoodie  and draw a quiet, approving sound from him against your mouth, like you’d just hit the correct note.

You tried to keep up. Tried to match him. But the same breath control he used for rapid rap verses was now apparently repurposed for maximum kissing efficiency.

Halfway through, your lungs submitted their first formal complaint about oxygen.

You ignored it.

Then they filed another one.

You squeezed his sleeve once.

He didn’t notice. Didn’t pull back. Didn’t seem to need air at all

You nudged his shoulder.

Nothing.

You nudged his shoulder again.

Still nothing.

You tried to pull back a little. 

But he only followed like some kind of a magnetic pull forced him to. Still kissing you. Still not breathing like a normal human being. The man had the lungs of a marathon runner and the determination of someone trying to win Olympic gold in Kissing.

You finally thumped his shoulder twice and pushed away, sucking in air like you’d just resurfaced from deep water.

Han blinked at you, stunned and dazed. Then immediately pouted.

“…why’d you stop?” he asks, genuinely confused, lips still a little swollen and hair a mess.

You stared at him, still catching your breath. “Why did I stop? Bro—do you even breathe??”

His pout dropped into scandalized betrayal. “Bro?! I was being romantic and you call me bro?! YOU demanded a real kiss!”

“I wanted a kiss,” you shot back, “not a near-death experience.”

Han laughed, full volume, absolutely thriving. “I was holding back, by the way.”

“Holding back? I just saw my ancestors!"

“Skill issue.” He sat up straighter, offended but also pleased with himself. “That just means I’m a great kisser.”

“You are,” you admitted immediately. “And you’re also a health hazard.”

His grin turned shameless. “That sounds like a compliment.”

“It is not.”

“It is,” he said lightly. “You’re just mad I literally took your breath away.”

“Show-off.” 

You stepped back into his space, grabbed his hoodie strings and tugged him forward until his knees bumped yours. “Do it again.”

Han paused, searching your face. “You sure?” he asked, amused. “You just accused me of attempted murder.”

You shrugged, already smiling. “There are worse ways to go.”

His grin widened, slow and dangerous. “That’s a wild thing to say.”

“But not incorrect.”

His smile softened – not smug now, just warm – and his lips met yours again, slow and deliberate. The familiar softness pressed against your mouth, fitting like it always did.

You already knew how this would end.

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[hnsbxby]

— ʙɪᴄᴇᴘꜱ ᩚ ft. changbin

cw: mdni, suggestive but not explicit, biting, js simping over changbins biceps during a movie night

After a full, stressful week of busy, overloaded schedules, you finally had time to just be with your boyfriend. You two spent all day cleaning, going out, cooking, playing games and now it’s wind-down, movie time.

The movie was mediocre, to say the least.

You were barely paying attention as your head rested on Changbin’s shoulder. He seemed more invested in the movie than you were.

You sighed, leaning up to stretch and grab your mug on the coffee table. Changbin used this as a moment to adjust. “Wanna watch something else?” You suggest, turning to face him.

He adjusted the short sleeve of his top, the material stretching across the firm muscles of his biceps— the ones he works so hard to maintain.

They looked biteable.

“Sure.” He replied, leaning forward and grabbing the remote. “That movie was a bit boring.” He said as he leaned back. His arm flexing slightly as he got comfy again.

You hummed in response, holding back a grin, and placed your cup gently back down onto the table.

You sat back up. Your eyes went to Changbin, to his bicep, to distracted Changbin, to his chomp-able bicep.

Chomp

Changbin’s head snapped toward you as you pulled back. Mischievous grin on your face. He looked down where you lightly bit. A small shine of light saliva and soft teeth imprint on his bicep. Then he look back at you.

“Did you just... bite my arm?”

He was amused and baffled, a scoff mixed with a laugh escaping his mouth as you started laughing. Rubbing his arm where you bit.

“It’s firm, warm, slightly squishy and looks tasty. I had to.” You teased. Proud and shameless as you leaned back against the couch with a content smile.

“Yeah?” Changbin laughed, a small grin forming on his face. “Well, so are these.”

Chomp

You gasped as Changbin suddenly moved. Remote skittering to the floor. His teeth lightly grazing over your chest before biting down gently.

He looked back up at you with a smug grin. “They’re better.”

— hnsbxby tumblr ©

[chili-crab0811]

I need a haircut but I can’t afford it. My bank account has been in the negative since the beginning of the year but I can’t find a job. I get called in for interviews, but they never call me back. I want to make connections here, but I miss my friends. My friends are all getting married and having babies but I’m alone. I don’t feel like I have a purpose, but I can’t let myself wallow in bed.

[way2jellyous]

You never know what goes on in someone’s house...

pairings: bf!Seungmin, bf!Jeongin (separate) x fem!reader

content: smau, random boyfriend texts with vocalracha, cussing, suggestiveness

⭑루안: got the hang of it i guess.. dont mind the hours the app is ass (me posting 2 days in a row??)

Seungmin

Jeongin

taglist (open): @ivaviavi @belongjoong @stxrrywoo @minkieater @karlee10261990 @laceyblackwood

© 2025 way2jellyous

[jut-and-dae-enthusiast]

A Healing Love \\c.c.b\\

If we like this, I'll make it a series!

Chan: A Healing Love (college au, DJ! Han, college student! Chan x Fem!reader, college student! Changbin, strangers to lovers. Warning: mentions of alcohol, negative self-image, fatphobic comments not from Chan) Word Count: 2k

Up until meeting Chan, you were convinced that you were meant to live a lonely life. No one expressed interest in you and your family always said it was due to your physical appearance. “Well, if you took better care of yourself, maybe boys would like you.” “You think a guy wants to date someone who refuses to put effort into the way they look?” “You look sloppy all the time, I wouldn’t want to date you either.” 

Their words cut you much deeper than they could have ever imagined. Even after confronting them, they blamed you for being “so sensitive”. So, you decided it was better to not get your hopes up and focus on yourself. If you didn’t even bother waiting for that door to open, there was no reason to be disappointed when it remained shut. When you started college, you mainly kept to yourself, sitting in the back of the classrooms and wearing headphones during your walks from building to building. 

One day, as you were listening to the campus radio station, you found yourself listening to an interview between the usual host J.One (which everyone knew was second year student Han Jisung) and his band member Chan. You had seen the band perform once or twice at the campus outdoor venue, but had never met them personally. However, from the way that Chan talked, you instantly felt drawn to him. His point of view, his ideas, thoughts, even the way he laughed. Those thoughts quickly left your mind as your memory readily reminded you that you had absolutely no chance to even know him let alone be with him. 

Arriving at your dorm room, you saw a flier taped to the door (and every door in the dorm). The details discussed the 3RACHA performance that was apparently happening that night in some frat house. Ignoring the paper, you went into your dorm and shut the door behind you.

Somehow in the next few hours, you not only convinced yourself to go to this show, but to go wearing your cutest outfit complete with hair and makeup. You hadn’t gone out in a look like this in a long time, but you figured if you were going to go, you would do it right. Things went smoother than anticipated, maybe because everyone was invited to the performance? You were worried about being denied entrance by some asshole frat pledge guarding the door. But it was quite the opposite, you were offered a drink as soon as you entered and people seemed to be kind enough. You took a sip of the beverage, scrunching your nose at the cheap beer flavor. As you stood against the wall, you heard the beginning beat of a song and directed your eyes towards the small “stage” area that consisted of a carpet and three lamps pointed towards said carpet. The three of them took the stage, Chan sitting on the floor while fiddling with a laptop. Without much introduction, SpearB (also known as Changbin) started rapping. Was it fire? Of course. Even though you had never heard 3RACHA in person, their reputation precedes them. 

At the end of the show, the boys started mingling around the party again, being flocked by pretty girls the second they were off the stage. You scanned the room, already mapping out your escape route when you were startled by the sudden presence of a guy beside you. 

“Hey! I haven’t seen you around here before.” He leaned in closer to you so you could hear him over the music. 

“Uh yeah, because I don’t really do this stuff.” You responded and could already feel a creepy vibe from him. Something about the way he stood uncomfortably close and the strange look in his eyes was setting off alarms in your brain. 

“That’s unfortunate, you’re really cute. Should we maybe go somewhere quieter to talk?” His smirk made your brain scream that being alone with this guy would be dangerous at the very least. 

“Nah, I’m just gonna head out. Have a good night.” You politely tried to remove yourself from this situation. A chill went down your spine the moment his hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back to where you were. 

“C’mon, you don’t gotta be like that. Let me get you another drink.” His tone was trying to be kind, but the grip he had on your arm was tighter than you would like. 

“I just want to leave.” You were doing your best to be firm but the situation was growing more and more overwhelming every moment. The music was thumping just a little too loud, there were slightly too many people packed into this room, and this man was looming over you with no hope of escaping him. Your head began to spin when a voice cut through the chaos. 

“Sorry to keep you waiting, baby.” You recognized the Aussie accent before you could turn to look at him. Chan was standing behind you, his eyes locked on the other guy. 

“I didn’t wait too long.” You act along with him, hoping that your “boyfriend” would help you get away. He wrapped a protective arm around your waist and pulled you towards himself, making the other guy slowly release his grip. 

“Thanks for removing your hands from my girl. Don’t touch her ever again.” His voice was firm and a little scary, you had to admit. “Let’s go, Hon. I’ve missed you.” When he spoke to you, his voice was soft and kind. He leaned his head down to put his mouth by your ear. “I’ll walk you out, is that okay?” He whispered and pulled back to see your reaction. You nodded, and followed him out of the house. Once you were away from the noise, you felt your body relax as you were now in the clear. 

“Thank you so much.” You muttered once he removed his hand from your waist. 

“Oh, not a problem. You seemed uncomfortable and that guy creeps on girls at like every party I’ve been to.” He smiled softly and you felt yourself melt at the sight of his dimples. 

“Well, I’m really thankful anyway. And you guys really killed it tonight.” You could see the tips of his ears turn pink at your comment as he bashfully took an interest in his sneakers. 

“Ah, we were alright. It wasn’t our best show, though.” He muttered. 

“Are you kidding? I literally only came to see you guys. You’re definitely worth the hype.” You were shocked to hear him say that. You saw his ears go from pink to a deep shade of crimson, his fists shoved as deep as they could go into his pockets. 

“Um, thank you…” He was clearly flustered, unsure of how to progress from this point. 

“I’m gonna head back to my dorm, then. Thank you, again.” You smile at him and turn to walk in the direction of your dorm building. 

The next day, you decided that you were in fact attracted to Chan, but it was very likely you wouldn’t see him again. 

That is, until you went to your first class and saw him standing in the hallway by the door. He was cooly leaning against the wall, scanning the sea of students walking to and from their perspective classes. When his eyes landed on you, a smile grew onto his face and he made his way towards you. 

“Hey, y/n!” He greeted and you felt your eyes widen, not realizing he even knew your name. 

“Um, hey! Are you in this class?” You asked, eyeing him curiously. However, you couldn’t keep a small smile from resting on your face. 

“Yeah, I just don’t bother coming very often.” He jokes and you find yourself breathing out a small laugh before you can stop yourself. 

“And to what do we owe the honor of you joining us today?” You teased, becoming slightly aware of the fact that class is starting in just a few minutes. 

“Oh, y’know. Gotta show up to get my money’s worth.” He clearly had no intention of being in actual class, as he literally didn’t have anything with him (not even a pencil??).

“Then we better get in there.” You turned and walked into class, taking your usual back-row seat. Chan sat beside you, instantly pulling out his phone to scroll through Twitter. You, however, pulled out your pencil pouch and notebook to take notes. Chan immediately noticed and began rummaging through your pens. He asked for a piece of paper not long after and began doodling on his paper. 

The rest of class, he went back and forth from doodling nonsense and bothering you. While you tried to focus on the professor, your mind was racing with questions. Why is Chan here? Is he just messing with you? What does he want from you? 

You were pulled from your thoughts by your classmates around you standing and gathering their items. 

“What are you up to after this?” Chan asked as the two of you walked out of the classroom. Your mind instantly blanked. You forgot your schedule, you forgot your name, you forgot how to talk. Chan noticed the panic in your face and instantly started backpedaling. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to come on too strong I just-” 

“No, it’s fine! Should we grab coffee or something?” You interjected, your brain finally rebooting enough to make a coherent thought. He smiled in relief and nodded, indicating for you to follow him. 

And that was the beginning. It was safe to say that you and Chan were attached at the hip from that day forward. Not yet dating but very much still into one another. From the flirty banter to spending almost every Friday night together watching movies. On one of those movie nights, you and Chan were snuggled up on the couch. 

“I really like being around you.” Chan confessed out of nowhere, his eyes still fixed on the screen. 

“Liar.” You replied instantly. It was a knee jerk reaction, but you played it off like it was a joke. Was it a joke? No, absolutely not. Your brain couldn’t comprehend someone like Chan liking you in that way. He turned his head, brows furrowed in concern. 

“I have no reason to lie about that.” He was clearly upset at your reaction, not taking it as a joke for even a second. 

“I was just messing with you, Chris.” You chuckled, waving him off and focusing on the movie. Without missing a beat, he paused the movie and turned his attention on you intently. 

“No, you weren’t. Why do you feel like that?” His voice was soft but firm, urging you to face him and look into his eyes.  

“I just, uh, don’t think you actually do.” You mutter, looking down at your fingers. 

“Is it because you don’t like me?” He was still confused, his voice still soft but the hurt was creeping in. Your eyes went wide and you immediately shook your head, looking up at him. 

“Oh my god, no of course not. I… really like you…That’s why I don’t think you could like me.” Your hands were shaking now and you could feel the hot tears of embarrassment welling up and beginning to fall down your cheeks. He smiled softly and reached for your hand, grazing your knuckles with his thumb gently. 

“y/n, I want you to listen to me for a minute okay?” When you didn’t respond, he gently tipped your chin up to lift your eyes towards him. “I’m actually so obsessed with you. Like, it’s kinda embarrassing to admit outright like this. But, I think this is the only way you’ll believe me… You know, I’ve been trying to tell you how I feel for a while now.” Your mind was swimming with confusion. None of this felt real-you were waiting for the sound of your alarm to pull you away from this moment and back to reality. 

“What?” was all you could manage to spit out after struggling to find the words. 

“I mean, I am always joking about how I’m gonna marry you.” He points out, his lips slowly curling into a smile. 

“I thought that was just to tease me because I would get so flustered.” You looked up at him. Nothing felt real, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. 

“And,” He continued. “I’ve even tried to kiss you, like, at least once a week… Anway, I could keep going forever. But I like you so much, y/n.”

“I like you too.” Your smile was so wide you were afraid your muscles might snap from the tension. “I’m happy to hear it.” He murmured, leaning in with a soft smile on his face. The moment your lips met, you could feel yourself melt. His touch was gentle, kind, loving. Exactly like how he always was.

Thanks for reading! Give it a reblog/like if you enjoyed it! Hopefully I'll have more work coming out here soon!

[hyunniesprincess]

Skincare Courtesy of Seo Changbin —

paring: IDOL!Changbin x AFAB!reader!GF

synopsis: you’re too sleepy to take your makeup off so your boyfriend does it for you <3

cw: FLUFF, the cutest boy everrrrr taking care of you, mentions of skincare steps, pet names, kisses.

a/n: as i said in a previous post Binnie is wrecking me so hard i kid you NOT, i literally spent 3 hours yesterday watching interviews with him and all of his solo music. I’m so down bad and he’s also a member I haven’t wrote about so I thought why not? as I literally type this out with a Piggy Face mask on… (i’m so normal about everything in my life right?) so enjoy our cute guy head over heels for you! >~<💖🐷🐽🐰

wc: 1.1k

The door clicks quietly as he toes his shoes off by the entrance, a soft call of your name falling from his lips when he catches sight of you sleeping soundly on the couch. The corner of his mouth quirks upward as he sets his keys on the table and pads over to you.

You’d both had separate schedules tonight. You, an end of the year work party. Him, another end of the year awards show. He’d showered quickly at the venue after performing, coming home with a small hope that you’d still be awake.

Seeing the gentle rise and fall of your chest stirs something warm in him. He smiles, brushing loose curls from your face, a quiet breath leaving him when he realizes you’re still all dolled up from the party.

“Princess…” he sighs fondly. “You can’t sleep with your makeup on, baby. It’s bad for your skin.” He murmurs mostly to himself as he carefully shifts you so he can see your face better. “And you always regret not taking it off because you break out.”

With a soft sigh, he looks around the quiet room before grabbing a blanket and draping it over you. Then he heads for the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he returns with every bottle and container of skincare you own, a wet towel, a dry one, and your favorite makeup remover. He sets everything down on the coffee table and scratches the back of his head, trying to remember the steps of your nighttime routine.

At least he remembers this much. “Aesh…” he exhales. He’s watched you do this a billion times. He should know which ones are for night and which ones are for morning. Still, he knows which one comes first. The big round jar with the tiny scoop. You use that one to remove your makeup. A flicker of pride warms his chest when he can read all the labels since they’re Korean.

He hums, tilting his head with a quiet let’s do this look. Still fast asleep, you don’t stir as he kneels beside you and gently lays the scoop onto your skin. He sets it back into the container before carefully spreading the formula over your face, slow and deliberate.

Your breath hitches at the touch, stirring slightly as you subconsciously turn toward him. His voice softens instantly. “Shhh, babygirl. Let me take care of you. It’s okay.”

You hum quietly, content and still completely out of it as he finishes removing your makeup. He grabs the wet towel and gently wipes your face clean, then pauses. Green bottle or white bottle first?

He huffs under his breath before choosing the green bottle with the pump. This is the one you used on him that time you insisted on washing his face.

He lathers the cleanser carefully, watching the suds bloom across your freckled skin. A grin spreads across his face when it looks exactly like it did on him, meaning he’s definitely doing it right. His fingers move in slow, rhythmic circles until he’s satisfied, then he uses the unused side of the damp towel to rinse it away. With the dry towel, he softly taps at your cheeks, biting back a smile at how peaceful you look.

A curious hum escapes him as he studies the rest of your bottles. He squints at the instructions, brows knitting together when some say to apply morning and night. Mumbling quietly to himself, he finds a bottle with a dropper and carefully dots some onto your skin before smoothing it in. Next comes the moisturizer, a step he’s very confident about, rubbing it gently over your face as his eyes soften. He finishes by dipping his finger into one of your lip mask oils, brushing it across your lips with care.

“Aye… you’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispers, smiling to himself.

He quietly returns everything back to the bathroom, then slides his strong arms beneath you and carries you to the bedroom. After laying you down, he grabs one of his hoodies and a pair of boxers, gently re-dressing you. When you stir, he slows instantly, but when your breathing evens out again, he just shakes his head with adoration.

Curling in beside you, he pulls you close, already half asleep with the quiet satisfaction of taking care of you.

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You wake slowly, tangled in warmth. Heavy arms looped securely around your waist, your face pressed into familiar cotton and him. It takes a second to place where you are, but the steady rise of his chest and the quiet little snore near your ear gives him away instantly.

Your skin feels… different. Clean. Light. You blink, lifting a hand to press your fingertips against your cheek. No stickiness. No leftover glitter. No mascara threatening your under-eyes.

Comfortably dressed too. His hoodie hangs loose on your frame, sleeves swallowing your hands, boxers sitting soft against your hips.

You smile sleepily to yourself and tilt your head up just enough to press a kiss into the curve of his jaw. Then another on his cheek. Then one dangerously close to the corner of his lips.

“Binnie…” you mumble, voice thick with sleep. “Did you take my makeup off last night?”

His grip tightens instantly, like muscle memory. A low hum rumbles from his chest before his eyes crack open, still heavy with sleep. He looks down at you, a little smug, a little fond.

“Mm. You were knocked out,” he murmurs. “Couldn’t let you wake up with crusty skin, could I?”

You laugh quietly, burying your face back into him as you pepper another soft kiss along his cheek, you move to lay ontop of him comfortably.

“Did you do my skincare too?”

He exhales a pleased little huff, thumb brushing lazy circles into your hips. “Maybe.” Then quieter, softer. “Wanted you to wake up feeling good.”

Your heart melts a little right there. You press one more sleepy kiss to his lips, lingering this time, before settling back into his arms like you were always meant to be there.

“Aww bub…thank you,” you whisper.

His smile presses against your hair as he mumbles, “of course baby. I always want you to feel good.”

You smile against his chest before you both fall back to sleep together.

hiii hope you all had a happy holidays! i’m genuinely in love with binnie right now so this lil drabble came quickly to my mind in the middle of writers block :)

I think writing some drabbles help me get my creative writing flow back into high gear so if you angels have any suggestions… please don’t hesitate to ask!

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[havenhyunjin]

denial — stray kids

— in which your boyfriend’s idol status forces him to deny having a girlfriend and you are /very/ understanding.

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[la-vander-writes]

For the Invisible Asks event can you do A for your A+ writing with Jeongin? I lowkey love your work so keep doing great and stay healthy please!

A. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?" + I.N (양정인)

💌 a/n: I feel like I made this so quickly eheh but I liked the prompt and I like innie so win-win ☆ I spent possibly the laziest weekend of my life, but I'll make my comeback soon just wait (we have too many series going on lol). Thank you dear for the request ♡

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Everything about him is so pretty🍵☎️💫

[channie-143]

Ragebaiting bf!Skz

Pairing: ot8 x reader

Genre: crack

Warning: swearing

[soupslvt]

SKZ Texts: I need a fake boyfriend

Hyung Line

SKZ (Individual) x gn!reader | WC: 17 screenshots

✧ Summary: Desperate to get everyone off your back about your love life, you ask *SKZ member* to be your fake boyfriend at an event.

✧ CW: SMAU/Texts, food/dinner (Chan, Lee Know, Changbin), birds (Chan, but they're figurines. Lee Know with the "two birds" quote), minimal use of nicknames, Lee Know = Minho, bully!Lee Know but he’s secretly kinda soft, Changbin muscles. Please let me know if anything should be added!

✧ A/N: I originally wrote the weird guy in Chan’s story to be a clown collector but then I saw someone trying to catch a pigeon and I switched it 😂

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✧ Masterlist | Maknae Line ✧

Bang Chan - your best friend Event: Family reunion

Lee Know - your brother's bestfriend you always bicker with Event: Your brother's wedding

Changbin - your gym buddy Event: Work party

Hyunjin - the artist you lowkey have a crush on Event: Charity gala

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✧ Disclaimer: This is purely fictional and does not portray anyone in real life. Fanfiction is fiction.

[hanjist]

ill like you.

when bff!changbin tries to set you up with all his friends because he’s tired of hearing your single complaints… a seo changbin smau.

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[w0unaskz]

GIVE ME THE CHILLS ♣️🎈

Pairing : skz × female reader

Content : reaction to your halloween costume

Warnings : cursing, suggestive

Halloween special 🎈🎈🎃🎃 sorry for my absence yesterday this is a little something while waiting for next part of the plug Jisung serie hope you guys enjoy it !!

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[lililixie]

tears✿

i get wet at the thought of you...

synopsis: changbin's abs reveal.

pairing: bf!changbin x reader

genre/warnings: smau, crack, fluff, cursing, petname (bunny), mentions of changbins boobs LMFAO

a/n: sorry this is rlly short but bro. im actually deceased so!!!

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