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Have fun reading as I try to cope with life through silly fics about even sillier men!
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π¬ And they were roommates
π¬ Love Hangover pt.1 pt.2
π¬ So, my roommates and I... pt.1 pt.2
π¬ Star crossed lovers (KSM)
π¬ WOOOOO CEREMONY pt.1 pt.2
π¬ Boyfriend texts (LMH) (HJS)
π¬ Can opener (LMH)
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βοΈ Emergency meeting (YJI)
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βοΈ On a spring day (HHJ)
βοΈ It's always you (BC)
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βοΈ Ray of sunshine (LFLX)π°
βοΈ Secret cutieπ(LMH)π°
βοΈ Boba eyes (HJS)
βοΈ Halloween surprise
βοΈ Left behind (SCB)
βοΈ Meow πΎ (LFLX)
βοΈ What's after like? (YJI)
βοΈ Who would even celebrate Valentine's Day? (KSM)
βοΈ Ice Princess (LMH)
βοΈ Dire times (YJI)
βοΈ Blue Ribbon (LMH)
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π a/n: hello again ;) in the midst of my situationship crisis I might have developed a new obsession for jpop (cutie street in particular) and I know for a fact Lino is obsessed with them just as much as me (and you soon my friend) I started this as a few cute dating moments, then I got distracted and wrote a whole thing, enjoy~β
π warnings: reader faints at one point but nothing detailed
βοΈ w.c.: 2k ca + 2 ss
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[A random Thursday 10:30pm]
The familiar tone of the door code being tapped in reverberated in the otherwise quiet apartment.
Minho looked up from his unfinished coffee mug just as a poof of dark blue tulle came into his field of view.
He was stunned for a moment, his mouth gaping open like a fish as he carefully put the mug down and trailed his gaze over the intricate outfit, before meeting your eyes.
β "You..."
β "I finished earlier~ Surprise!" You giggled, your bubbly personality brightening up the whole room.
He could swear you would just eventually float away by the way you were bouncing on your feet, if he weren't currently holding onto both of your hands.
β "You didn't even change? What if someone saw?"
You shook your head with a pout, swaying your hands together, adrenaline from the fansign event still coursing through your veins.
β "Manager drove me all the way here, promise. And I wanted to show you the new dress, look! We have bows!" You unlatched your hands to give him a little twirl, pointing out all the bows on your dress and the headpiece you were still wearing.
β "Oh and I tried the lip pencil you told me about last time!" You plopped down on the couch next to him, your dress skirt basically in his lap to be as close as possible.
He gently placed his hands on your cheeks, carefull not to mess with your makeup even if you had to take it off soon.
He gave a few approving nods and mmhms as he studied the look, or he was just using it as an excuse to stare at your cute face, or both actually (not that you minded).
β "You told me I looked 'kissable enough' and had me ask the makeup artist in the middle of the night like a creep." He said, with a little sigh, although you could only hear the adoration in his voice.
β "It was for a good cause, no?" You chuckled more before dramatically pursing your lips towards him.
And maybe you actually looked incredibly kissable, in your whole tulle and sparkling cuteness.
-----------nyangβ
[ A few months earlier]
β "Whaaaat? We're sharing a stage with Stray Kids?!" You almost splashed your manager with the strawberry lemonade you were drinking, some of the other office workers turning to look in your direction.
She playfully glared at you for the ruckus before speaking up again: β "As I was saying... I know how much of a fan you are, that's why I wanted you to know first. Please don't faint in front of them or, even worse, on stage. I still need my job."
You immediately shook your head, so quickly it began spinning, the last few working brain cells completely going offline.
You were meeting Stray Kids. Someone like you was meeting Stray Kids. And do you know who is in Stray Kids? Lee Know is one of the Stray Kids members. None other than your favorite.
You were about to hyperventilate, you could feel it. Thankfully, the manager shifted your straw until you took a big sip, oxygen and sugar starting to bring you back.
And the rest is history (#herstory).
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[On a summer night of July]
Hot. It was illegal how hot it was and your dress was definitely not helping the case. Not even the 500 layers of foundation was covering your red face.
What a perfect moment to meet the love of your life.
The realitazion hadn't even fully sunk in as you and your group were brought to a waiting room where the other eight men were already waiting, staff around them to fix their makeup and discuss the setlist for the show.
It took all your might not to stutter with your introduction and you felt so thankful that the other, more extroverted, members were carrying most of the conversation.
Just smile and look pretty. That's the whole job. Easy.
But gosh he was just standing there! Was he always so pretty? Did he do something to his lips? Why do they look so pretty? Maybe you were staring a little, but he seemed so busy glaring daggers at the floor.
In a moment of clarity you actually wondered if he didn't like you (your group, but you took it much more personally than necessary). He was such a cool person, it must be that your genres didn't quite align. That's fair.
'I can change him', a voice chanted in your head. Maybe you should seriously cut down with the sugar, it was getting to your head.
You had almost lost hope, the meeting coming to an end.
Until.
One of their phones began ringing. Oh heavens, it was your song! NO WAIT. This was your part!
You immediately looked towards Han, he had seemed the most excited to meet you, he was definitely fitting for this genre too, you assumed. But it wasn't his phone. He was still calmly talking to another one of your friends.
Who was it? No... It can't be.
You heard a small curse in a foreign language before you watched Minho struggle to pull his phone out of the tight leather pants (nyam), your solo part still going strong from the speaker.
When he finally turned it off, he looked up, your eyes meeting for a brief moment. You could feel yourself heating up, not even blushing just straight up catching fire at this point.
β "Oh! Is that our song? It's such an honor!" One of your friends pointed out with a big smile.
β "Lee Know is such a big fan! He's always listening to your music every day!" Han piped up from next to him, one of his arms around his shoulder.
Lee Know looked like he wanted to die, meanwhile Jisung was staring right into your soul. He was communicating something. But you didn't speak quokka, or Korean for that matter, so you just stared back, eyes wide and even more confused. He gave you a big smile, until the whole group was called for soundcheck.
A few small greetings and contacts from managers were shared before everyone went on their way.
--β
'Please don't faint on stage.'
Oh how you wished you could've just followed through with what your manager had said.
And you weren't even thinking about Minho that much this time!
You were doing fine, managing like normal through the first few songs. Until the heat had become unbearable, your vision going blurry and then you dropped.
--β
When you gained back consciousness, you didn't immediately open your eyes, your head already aching as you recognized two of your chattiest memeber talking your ear off about... cats... and hip hop dancing? Were they talking to you?
When you managed to lift your head and open your eyes, the real Lee Know was already looking at you with concerned eyes. Maybe you were still passed out? It must've been a dream.
You quickly snapped your eyes shut again. Wake up wake up.
β "Hey! What are you doing, silly!" Your friend pinched your cheek, her ruffled sleeve tickling your face.
You whined and blinked at her, rubbing your cheek, "What happened?"
β "You passed out. It was so hot outside the whole event was actually suspended, we don't even know if we'll get to go back and perform again."
You frowned and covered your face, already feeling your mood souring with guilt, "Oh no... That's so bad, if I hadn't fallen maybe..."
You didn't even get to finish as another voice interrupted.
β "You shouldn't even think about putting yourself in even more danger. What if you fell and got seriously hurt."
β "Lee Know..." You whispered, feeling a whole swarm of butterflies in your stomach.
β "I mean... fans would probably want you to be okay first of all. A real fan wouldn't mind missing out on a few songs for your safety..." His words felt a bit tight. What you didn't notice was the way his neck and ears were turning the color of your red member's dress.
β "Yeah... real fans, huh?" She said boldly, a smirk on her lips as she had it all figured out just from a few looks.
β "Look, Minho brought you some snacks and drinks~" Your other member nudged your shoulder and only then you noticed the massive bag of snacks sitting on the floor next to the couch where you were lying down.
β "Are you friends now?" You mumbled before you could stop yourself. How did they even get on first name-basis anyways.
Your friends only smiled wider and mischievously answered in their annoyingly sweet tone, "Why? We just chatted a little while you were offline. Oh? Can you hear? They are calling us to record reels. Rest a bit more~"
β "What-? I can't hear-" She couldn't even finish her sentence that she was tugged out of the room.
Great. Now it was just you and the most beautiful person on the planet. You both thought the same thing at the same time.
You smiled a little awkwardly before leaning down to examine your choice of snacks. Not even falling from stage could stop you from getting a sweet treat. Did he manage to guess all your favorite things? Or your members snitched?
β "I just stole them from our waiting room... Chocolate everything." He spoke, a bit shyly? Was your mind playing tricks on you?
You settled on one of the chocolate cookies, chewing on it, still a bit sad about what happened. You were starting to get lost in your thoughts again when something sparkly caught your eyes.
β "That's my keychain." You pointed at the bag sitting next to Minho, bag that clearly wasn't yours or your staff's.
He looked like you had just revealed his biggest secret.
β "Oh this? Yeah... I just got it somewhere."
β "It was from a special raffle event, there are only 100 pieces... No way to just "get it" unless you pay."
He was quiet for a moment before giving you a small smile: β "I guess you caught me. So what?"
You were the quiet one now. He was... a fan of yours?
β "I... You? Do you like me?" You whispered and he jolted before fidgeting with the small keychain.
β "Not in a weird way I swear! I like your songs a lot and I'm obsessed with you... as an artist of course!"
Oh! You could work with that.
---β
[A week later 8:00 am SHARP]
As soon as the office was open, you sprinted to your manager's desk.
β "This is so important you can't even begin to understand!" You rushed your words out, dropping to your knees as you clung to her desk chair.
β "Weren't you supposed to rest?"
β "Miss manager! I need your blessing for this. Please! Please give me his number!" You clutched your hands together.
She, unfortunately used to your theatrics, just sighed and carefully peeled you off her office floor. You didn't even have to explain who you were talking about.
β "Here, he gave it at the show. But I knew you wouldn't rest if I gave it to you so soon." She said sternly before passing you a small piece of paper. The holy grail. You held it with so much care it was impressive.
β "You betrayed me! And I will remember it! But without you I wouldn't be here. You'll have a special seat at out wedding, bye!" You smiled so brightly and then skipped out of the office.
π a/n: guyssssss long time no see β‘ here on your left you can see another full crashout put down in text ~ how can you tell me you want to come nap together and then ghost me for a whole day! and no im not going to be the one to start a conversation, lameeeee at least i can make skz fanfic to cope :3
π warnings: no warnings, just cringe as usual
βοΈ w.c.: 900 c.a.
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6 in the morning, first alarm. The first thing you do is check your phone for any new notifications. Nothing. Silly you, you know how your phone sometimes blocks app notifications for some reason. Check.
No, still nothing. The last meme you sent (a picture of two CUTE cats napping together with the caption "usss<3") was still left unseen since the night before.
After a brief self-commiserative pause, you look at yourself in the mirror. Is this who you had become? You didn't even brush your teeth and you're already focusing your whole energy on a man.
Today will be different.
You throw your phone somewhere in the covers, ringtone on (just in case!!!!).
And so your totally mature and composed person day begins. You manage to get through a quick shower before your phone catches your attention.
Ping!
You launch yourself on the bed, towel still around you and check. So much for mature and composed.
This time a broken sound leaves your mouth. Nothing, just some advertisement that came through the mail.
A few more depressing minutes later, you decide to move on with your day. Not without forgetting to keep an eye on your phone approximately every 4 seconds. Were you an obsessive person? No. At least you didn't think, but even you were starting to reconsider at this point as you stirred the yogurt bowl of pain and suffering sitting in front of you.
How in the hell did you let another person dictate your life like this? You that spoke back at your professors at 13, always ready to clap back with some talks about independence and all that.
But he's different~ Come on! And when he calls he's so sweet and the cutest person alive.
Was that a bluberry that just dropped on the floor? Now you have to clean that too together with your gloominess, silly.
Right as you were about to angrily slam shut your trashbin.
Ping!
Now it was definitely him. You felt it inside you.
And lo and behold: it was him. Please clap if you're not already.
Suddenly you felt your cheeks turning red and the birds singing in the background.
[Jeongin]
- ahaha
- no i genuinely can't wait until we can get a break
- want to be like that with you fr
Bleurgh. If it were anyone else your body would fully shut down at the cringness. BUT I SAID HE'S DIFFERENT OK?!
And in the process you clicked the preview and opened the message.
Now you'll probably look like a crazy stalker (which... by the way, not too far from truth).
"Are you crazy... oh my" you muttered as you frantically tried to close the app and / or turn off the phone, aim wasn't so clear, you ended up taking a few screenshots of the chat. Ouch. He immediately got the notification before you could even text back saying sorry.
[Jeongin]
- ??
[y/n]
- ...typing
[Call started]
WHY DID THEY PUT THE BUTTON THERE. Damn you Fitts of the Fitts' law, you wished he hadn't been born.
β "Did you miss me that much?"
Oh. He picked up? Was it that easy this whole time? Like huh?
Oh no. He picked up! You have to answer before he thinks you're actually stupid or concussed or dead on the floor of your apartment.
Quick! Pick a suitable answer that makes you seem normal, maybe a bit flirty and not a total clutz.
β "Aha.. you know I have fat fingers."
Wrong choice!
The silence that followed was a bit awkward even for your standards, enough to grant you nightmares for the next few days.
But this man must be a real angel.
β "Well... I'm glad because I kind of missed your voice."
Forget the birds, now a whole choir of cherubs was fully singing in your ears. Did he really miss you? Why was he sounding kinda shy? Could your heat beat even faster than this?
β "Same." - Wow how nonchalant - "How's Paris? Are you enjoying the tour?"
You heard rustling on the other side of the phone as he probably just managed to lie down in bed.
A small yawn, "It's pretty... a bit too hot for my liking, but less humid, I think? I just want to go back now that the tour is almost over..."
You felt yourself pouting at his words, wishing to be there to comfort him somehow.
Did you really have to get in a situatiship with an idol on tour out of all people on this planet?
You weren't officially dating... you actually didn't even tell him you liked him.
But there was something there, something that made you stop going on dates with other people and wait so eagerly for his texts. And you wished he felt the same, at least 50% of how yearningful you felt.
β "I promise, as soon as you're back you can come over and I'll cook something good for you." You spoke softly.
β "I can't wait... I miss you." He mumbled, probably already half asleep.
β "I miss you too. Goodnight." You answered before closing the call with the biggest smile on your face.
You were really a lost cause. Will you go back and check your messages in 8 hours, waiting for him to wake up? Probably, but with a heart full of love and softness.
π a/n: guys... I really have nothing much to say, I've been going through something. But I will be back to my full form. This piece is so personal I might just delete it later lol I feel like I'm going crazy and this is the only way for me to express my feelings β How have you all been? Did you enjoy run it??
π warnings: no warnings (this is just a sad crashout)
π¬ guys how do you get partners, easy tutorial because I'm stuck on step 1
βοΈ w.c.: 523
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Is it better to speak or to die? To find out and ruin it all, or to wait until it passes on its own, until even your bones are consumed inside.
Weren't crushes supposed to taste like butterflies in your stomach, to warm your cheeks like sunshine and... bloom like flowers?
Since when did loving someone made your hands sticky with uncomfortable sweat and bile rise in your throat?
It's been six hours now. Six hours no text, no response to your message, that you definitely didn't read ten times, that had to sound polite, but not too cold, not too friendly, but still slightly teasing so he HAD to know you were flirting.
>>>heii~ I think I'm going to pass out after this dayyy. give me strength hahaha just a few more hours until I'm free !!
You swore he initiated the conversation, asking how you were doing. (Precisely 20 minutes earlier, because you saw the notification immediately. No way you would respond in that moment though, that's lame, so you counted and counted until it felt just right). But now? Nothing. And it was driving you mad.
You knew, of course you knew, people have jobs and duties and things to attend... other people to interact with. Were you just that lonely at the end of the day?
Why did you have to go and ruin your only friendship? Were you mistaking his kindness for something more? Felix was always kind to everyone. Surely he did it just out of politeness, how could you think he ever wanted anything more with you.
And then... then he had so many people around him. People and "him". Why did he get so close to Hyunjin all of a sudden? Had they always been this close, or were you just noticing now? Were you late?
Maybe to let it die wasn't the worst after all.
---β
You promised yourself you would be cold today. After he never answered. Who did he think he was?
*ping*
fefi>>> dear, practice went on until late and I didn't want to text while you were sleeping. Did you manage to rest a little?
Awh. Here we go again.
Now you had to wait to seem nonchalant. Then formulate a text. Then overanalize every single word.
You must be crazy.
And you stomach was hurting again, your eyes stinging because you already wanted to cry.
How long could this go on? How long until it totally destroyed you inside out.
Now, thinking about it, is there really anything to make you so distraught?
His texts sound kind, he gives you some sort of attention, but why was it hurting so bad?
Y/n. Truthfully, was it the story he posted tagging Hyunjin? The one he posted before replying to you.
To die.
You let out a sigh, threw your phone back down on the bed. Maybe you should stop overreacting for every little thing. You're old enough to take care of yourself, you didn't need anyone else to care about you. Silly you for thinking something different would come out of this.
Self-sabotage or preservation? Why would he choose someone like you anyway?
now that I know that most of skz are basically blind I will never take seriously all those fics where they are able to spot y/n from the crowd... (especially hyunjin and felix lmaoo)
π a/n: the long awaited (i hope) final part is here πΊ π― πΊ there is a written part and you will definitely notice the writing stile is a bit more casual than usual, but I really just wanted to have fun with this series, thank you for all the love on the other parts, I genuinely wish for this to be a good end of the story <3 happy Easter to whoever celebrated btw I ate all the chocolate of the world and have been sick for the past few days, but it was worthwhile.
π warnings: swear words
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part 3 < part 4 > π home
You woke up the next morning with a banging headache and for a moment you forgot where you were (your bedroom) and what had happened the night before (or early morning to be precise).
The comatose state didn't last that long since the loud buzzing of your phone startled you out of your thoughts.
With a fuzzy brain and half-closed eyes you unlocked your phone and, with only 5% left of battery, saw that Seungmin had simply sent a location pin. Nothing else, no "goodmorning" "i hope you're alive" "pls show up by 11 or I'm leaving you behind and you'll regret it forever"... that was a bit too far, stop overreacting.
You groaned and rolled in bed a few times before deciding to get your act together. This was Kim Seungmin afterall, not any random man you could stand up like you usually did - ok it was one time in middle school but still relevant, let me finish.
With inhumane strength you managed to pull your body out of bed and towards the bathroom, where you tried everything to avoid looking at yourself in the mirror. The sparkly makeup and probably other people's sweat was still sticking to your skin, making you feel so gross you decided that a shower was the most important task of the day.
Not even an hour later and you were back from the dead to being a functioning human.
You checked your phone one last time to confirm the location was actually in walking range for you and left your home.
You were going to get breakfast with Seungmin. You kept repeating it to yourself as you walked, almost tripping a few times and having to stop every once in a while just to relearn how to breathe. There was no way you would fumble it this time (foreshadowing). This was your chance. You would put on your best act, look as normal and irresistible as only you knew how. There was NO way he wouldn't fall for you.
In between daydreams, you finally arrived in front of the location's door, took a deep breath and entered the small coffee shop where you had been a couple of times with friends. Never on a date. Never with Seungmin. Oh my gosh.
The barista greeted you with a smile and you were sure you mumbled a sort of greeting back, but other than that it was empty. Thankfully, you could have some privacy. Wait. It was empty empty, like desert with rolling tumbleweeds empty. Did you get the wrong address?
You frantically checked on your phone, only to confirm for the 100th time it was the correct place.
You should've known... idiot (I added that for more emphasis).
Realization settled like a cold wet rag on your shoulders. Now you really needed a coffee, dark and bitter like your life.
With slow steps you went to order and the barista, happy to finally have a customer, immediately got to work.
With the coffee of sadness and desperation you sat down far away from the entrance, next to the toilets matter-of-factly, not a smart move, but you deserved it after everything.
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β "Did a girl come in... I think she's this tall... she has hair..."
Your head snapped towards the front so quickly you heard a crack somewhere in your spine. No way.
The barista was pointing towards you and for a moment everything stilled while you three stared at each other(?? like that one spiderman meme).
Seungmin moved first and stood in front of your table in a few confident strides.
β "I was waiting outside for you. I thought we would order together."
Oh. Pause, rewind a moment. When we said you were lost in your daydreams, you were so distracted you missed the way a Seungmin-shaped guy was leaning against the wall next to the entrance. In your defense he had his hood up and was looking down at his phone, but still.
β "You should've called for me..." was your simple comeback, but he didn't seem pleased with it.
β "You keep standing me up."
You just sheepishly giggled, because at that point nothing could save you, and stood up, pointing to the seat in front of yours.
β "Let me get you a drink? To make up?" You slightly tilted your head, hoping he wasn't actually upset.
Seat offer: denied.
You quickly learned that Seungmin only listened to his brain on most things. He pulled the chair next to yours and sat himself down, staring at your drink of despair: β "Do you drink this?"
Drink offer: denied.
You didn't have the time to shake your head that he already had the straw in his mouth. Like a dog. Suddenly you were reminded of your family dog back at your grandparents' house. Cute.
Now you were the one (awkwardly) standing next to him, your brain malfunctioning.
He suddenly scoffed and stood up again, basically staring you down: β "How do you even drink this... It's so sad. Sit, I'll get you another one."
Wow, your heart actually fluttered at his words and in a second you were sitting down again (who's the dog now, huh).
He came back after five minutes with two drinks that contained probably enough sugar to feed a human for a day and a pastry for you.
β "Thank you." You spoke before leaning to take a sip. It was actually good, it would probably keep you awake until the next morning, but it was good.
β "So..."
β "So-"
You both began to speak at the same time and, after another long awkward phase, you heard him stifle a laugh, making you laugh and causing a chain reaction making you two unable to stop giggling like idiots to the point it was hard to breathe.
β "You're really something... first you stood me up, then you gave me the worst drink ever and now you're laughing at me?!"
β "It's not laughing at you if you're laughing as well!"
β "You're lucky you're cute and I still like you..." He rolled his eyes and leaned his chin on his palm to look at you. And he was staring now, making you unable to break eye contact.
β "Why did you have to say that.. You made it embarrassing." You were still laughing a little as you covered your cheeks, sure that they were turning red.
β "Because it's true..."
He pouted at you and you were sure you were about to combust right then and there.
Long story short, you kept talking for about two whole hours, mostly him asking questions to know you better, even improvising a quiz about "how much you knew about him". He didn't seem weirded out by the fact that you were a fan, actually he found it almost endearing that someone could appreciate him so much.
You didn't linger so much on things like him going back to Korea or what it actually meant to date an idol. Mutually silently agreeing that you just wanted to have fun and learn more about each other. It seemed like your personalities immediately clicked. He didn't think you were weird and you found every one of his actions adorable, even his empty threats.
At the end of the cafè date, you decided it was too early to say goodbye so you let him bring you back home. You gave him a tour of the apartment, watched him complain about all the photocards and posters you had of stray kids members that weren't him, then he proceeded to pull out from his bag another stack of HIS photocards because in his words it was "weird to walk around with flowers in case you didn't show up".
β "Can I have these? It's strange since I know you... I can just ask for selfies, no?" You teased, still holding and looking at the photocards he gave you.
He thought about it for a moment before shrugging: β "You can sell them if you want, I can sign them too..."
To which you immediately shook your head no and held them closer to you when he went to reach for them again.
Cool cool cool. Now you were with him alone in your apartment. NOTHING happened. Apart from like you two kissing each other because he was lying on your bed, in between your stuffed animals with his oversized hoodie and his fluffy hair and his eyes and his lips where just there in the right spot. How could you say no to him, when he just opened his arms for you? You weren't that cruel.
this is so aesthetic are you kidding me??? thank you for liking my stuff so the top posts can look cool like this eheh
ALSO there's 803 of you guys following me. You're still on time to unfollow, I promise I'll cry just a little.. I'm joking, always feel free to dm or send me asks about anything really, I love interacting β‘ thank you all so so much !!
π a/n: guys I wanted to update yesterday but I thought you would call me a fool or something idk :( I've also been fighting for my life on the other blog because the flagging algorithm decided to randomly start blocking some reblogs... ugh (dear other authors just know I've been appealing EVERYTHING, your breakfast too)
π warnings: nothing here
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What kind of posts are being affected? I think that this latest flagging spree is heavily targeting posts with images. And by images, I mean any sort of image file. This is only a theory based on my own evidence, other posts may still be affected, too. But in my case, something as simple as a plain black 3 pixel divider triggered it (and I know this to be true because I reblogged a post as-is [FLAGGED], reblogged it with the divider image removed [NO LONGER FLAGGED]).
The only way to see if your post(s) have been affected is to individually go into the notes for any you want to check. In my experience, my affected posts have been entirely random, and some were posted years ago.
Find a post that you know had reblogs with tags
The 'reblogs with comment or tags' section will now be blank if the post has been affected
If you go to 'other reblogs' (blank reblogs) and try to click into them, they will all show up greyed out and hidden on the user's blog
Currently, the only way I can see to fix this is if the users who reblogged your post(s) go to their 'Review flagged posts' tab and submit an appeal. Note that this appeal process appears to be automatic. I tested this several times, and the appeal was approved in less than a minute.
And if your post(s) are affected, the only interim solution I have found is to edit the original post, test out removing images if applicable, and reblog it again to see if the flag has been removed. Unfortunately, it seems this will only help with future reblogs. It will not retroactively fix the reblogs that were flagged.
Why is this a problem for writers (and artists + other creators)?
Something as simple as a plain divider separating the fic summary can trigger this.
Writers are now losing years worth of reblogs that contain meaningful feedback.
Writers have no way of being notified about affected posts, because the flag only triggers in the reblog.
Flagged reblogs are automatically hidden, meaning that affected posts can no longer be reblogged. Defeating the entire purpose of the reblog website where the goal is to reblog and share content across the community.
Hello~ not even taking me out to dinner first ?? You just get straight to the point /jk.
To answer your question I don't really feel comfortable writing explicit content. Which is weird because I have read the worst things (praise) on this site lol There might be some allusions in some pieces, but it's always stated at the top in the "warnings" section in case you're asking because you don't feel comfortable reading about these topics <3.
π a/n: I think the way this account gets updated whenever there is a figure skating event has to be studied... I'm starting to see a pattern. Anyways, it's my first time trying something like this, it was done mostly for fun~ I miss the tour so much so this is me coping with it. I don't care that this page is becoming fully seungcentric lol I hope you're all doing well my friends :3
π warnings: there are some swear words
π¬ leave a comment (happy late skz-versary btw, I can't believe I've seen all 8 years, it seems like yesterday they were playing with the tiny arcade machines *sobs*)
Lee Minho x reader fluff because I don't want the Olympic Games to end yet :'(
π a/n: yk what when I wrote this I think I accidentally manifested the wrong thing, because my throat hurts and I think I'm about to come down with a cold... it's not like the universe would ever send me something good, like domestic bf lino... sigh...
π warnings: mentions of throwing up and feeling sick
βοΈ w.c. 650ca.
π¬ leave a comment, they make me happy (if RikuRyu don't win I'll sob)
π home
- "I can't believe you're still here..."
His voice reached your from the front door as you're sat bundled up on the couch of your shared apartment, the tv being the only source of light in the room.
Were your eyes always that sparkly or was it the reflection?
Minho walked up to you and gently placed his hand on your forehead.
β "You're still warm, did you take the medicine?"
You just nodded and gently leaned your cheek into his hand. Maybe getting caught in the rain two days in a row while waiting for the bus home hadn't been your greatest idea, especially when your boyfriend had told you at least a thousand times to call him in these situations. But could you really be called his partner without being as stubborn as he is? No.
And that's how you found yourself under a number of blankets between 5 and 100 (you had no idea anymore) after the thermometer had pinged almost menacingly in the morning.
Minho unfortunately had to leave you for work, but he made sure to come back to bring you lunch in between practices and now he was back again.
You could see how tired he was, that he needed a shower, but at this moment his cool hand from being outside was the only thing you could focus on.
He left you only for a moment to turn on the floor lamp, his eyes squinting as he could now clearly see your face.
β "Kitty, have you been crying?"
You shrugged, nodding towards the television: β "It was their last performance..." You sniffled.
He turned to check what you were talking about: figure skating, he should've known. He chuckled and plopped down on the couch next to you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer.
β "You'll get sick..." you mumbled.
β "I'm not built like you, I'll be fine."
β "Rude." Before you could say anything else, you coughed into your arm, leaning away from him.
β "What if they called you for the Olympics? You wouldn't have been able to go." He teased.
β "That's literally not how that works..."
β "It's a silly sport, like dancing with knives."
β "I don't think you could even get close to that."
β "Try me."
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After that you learned two lessons: 1) never challenge Lee Minho, 2) don't try figure skating tricks when you're lightheaded with a fever.
He somehow managed to coax you into trying with him some sort of angel position (figure skater entendeurs don't come for me). And he did successfully manage to hoist you up in the air and hold you there for a whooping three seconds before you began coughing again.
Scene cut to you leaning over the toilet throwing up while he held your hair back and patted your back to comfort you.
A few giggles escaped him in between apologetic words, not at you, but at the absurdity of the situation.
β "I hate you..." You mumbled after you got up and weakly washed your mouth.
He let out a small whine and wrapped his arms around your waist.
β "I was just trying to cheer you up... Thank me for bringing you to the bathroom in time before you bleached my hair again."
You slapped his chest, which he accepted without complaining and spoke again: β "Now it's my fault?" You glared at him with, not so much, intensity.
β "Of course not, my love. I'm the only one at fault and I formally apologize to you." He smiled sheepishly.
β "Good answer. You pass."
He pretended to cheer with a fist in the air and then gently picked you up, in a normal way this time, bringing you back to the couch just in time for the competition to start again.
Maybe figure skating wasn't really your thing. Better luck with ice dancing~
Lee Minho x reader fluff because I don't want the Olympic Games to end yet :'(
π a/n: yk what when I wrote this I think I accidentally manifested the wrong thing, because my throat hurts and I think I'm about to come down with a cold... it's not like the universe would ever send me something good, like domestic bf lino... sigh...
π warnings: mentions of throwing up and feeling sick
βοΈ w.c. 650ca.
π¬ leave a comment, they make me happy (if RikuRyu don't win I'll sob)
π home
- "I can't believe you're still here..."
His voice reached your from the front door as you're sat bundled up on the couch of your shared apartment, the tv being the only source of light in the room.
Were your eyes always that sparkly or was it the reflection?
Minho walked up to you and gently placed his hand on your forehead.
β "You're still warm, did you take the medicine?"
You just nodded and gently leaned your cheek into his hand. Maybe getting caught in the rain two days in a row while waiting for the bus home hadn't been your greatest idea, especially when your boyfriend had told you at least a thousand times to call him in these situations. But could you really be called his partner without being as stubborn as he is? No.
And that's how you found yourself under a number of blankets between 5 and 100 (you had no idea anymore) after the thermometer had pinged almost menacingly in the morning.
Minho unfortunately had to leave you for work, but he made sure to come back to bring you lunch in between practices and now he was back again.
You could see how tired he was, that he needed a shower, but at this moment his cool hand from being outside was the only thing you could focus on.
He left you only for a moment to turn on the floor lamp, his eyes squinting as he could now clearly see your face.
β "Kitty, have you been crying?"
You shrugged, nodding towards the television: β "It was their last performance..." You sniffled.
He turned to check what you were talking about: figure skating, he should've known. He chuckled and plopped down on the couch next to you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer.
β "You'll get sick..." you mumbled.
β "I'm not built like you, I'll be fine."
β "Rude." Before you could say anything else, you coughed into your arm, leaning away from him.
β "What if they called you for the Olympics? You wouldn't have been able to go." He teased.
β "That's literally not how that works..."
β "It's a silly sport, like dancing with knives."
β "I don't think you could even get close to that."
β "Try me."
--------------β
After that you learned two lessons: 1) never challenge Lee Minho, 2) don't try figure skating tricks when you're lightheaded with a fever.
He somehow managed to coax you into trying with him some sort of angel position (figure skater entendeurs don't come for me). And he did successfully manage to hoist you up in the air and hold you there for a whooping three seconds before you began coughing again.
Scene cut to you leaning over the toilet throwing up while he held your hair back and patted your back to comfort you.
A few giggles escaped him in between apologetic words, not at you, but at the absurdity of the situation.
β "I hate you..." You mumbled after you got up and weakly washed your mouth.
He let out a small whine and wrapped his arms around your waist.
β "I was just trying to cheer you up... Thank me for bringing you to the bathroom in time before you bleached my hair again."
You slapped his chest, which he accepted without complaining and spoke again: β "Now it's my fault?" You glared at him with, not so much, intensity.
β "Of course not, my love. I'm the only one at fault and I formally apologize to you." He smiled sheepishly.
β "Good answer. You pass."
He pretended to cheer with a fist in the air and then gently picked you up, in a normal way this time, bringing you back to the couch just in time for the competition to start again.
Maybe figure skating wasn't really your thing. Better luck with ice dancing~
Who would even celebrate Valentine's Day? You would, Y/n.
are we even surprised? What happens when you put together two clueless people secretly (not really) in love? Kim Seungmin x reader [ft. cupid Lix]
π a/n: this collage is so tacky I love it. You thought I had forgotten about you, didn't you? Always doubting me tsk I'm back for this silly holiday, I hope you had a good day~ β‘
π warnings: no warnings, just cringe I fear (but this whole day is cringe just let me be)
π¬ leave a feedback
π² screens + 600c.a. words!!
π home
You're startled from your nap when someone violently knocks on your front door.
β "Who?" You mumbled as you rubbed your eyes and went to check. The peephole was fully blocked by a bouquet of pink and red roses. Scammers these days really were something.
β "I'm not interested!" You yelled from inside.
β "What do you mean you're not interested?!" A familiar voice? You slightly opened the door, enough to keep a safe distance, just in case. But there was no mistaking the Kim-pouting-on-the-verge-of-crashing-out tone.
β "Seung? What... what is this?"
He scoffed when you fully opened the door to let him in and pushed the flowers in your chest.
β "I don't understand, do you think I bring expensive chocolate to friends? Do I randomly show up with flowers for anyone? Was it not romantic enough when we held hands? Or when I let you listen to the song? You said it was beautiful, but did you even hear it at all?" He was speaking so fast you were wondering if his face would just turn the same color as the roses.
β "Huh... What? Why am I getting scolded..."
β "Dammit idiot I like you! I want to date you! Be together. Do I need a formal invite?"
You tilted your head, maybe you would be the one to turn completely red.
β "You like me?" You whispered, your hand instinctively going to cover your mouth.
Seungmin couldn't help but chuckle, you were lucky to be so cute. DON'T LOSE FOCUS.
β "Did you only get that from all I've said? You're unbelievable." He shook his head, his arms reaching your shoulders to shake you a little.
β "You can't just come here and say these things all of a sudden..."
β "I thought we had been dating for more than a week."
β "What? When?"
He wanted to shake you again, but maybe he wanted to kiss the confused expression off your face even more.
β "You listened to my confession song..."
β "I know... I didn't think that was about.. me?" You blushed even harder, almost losing your grip on the flowers in a moment of swaying.
He helped you place them on a counter and then gently took both your hands.
β "That was totally about you. I'm sorry, I thought I had been clear enough..."
β "No I'm sorry, so... Do we count these weeks or not?" You asked, gently poking his chest in an attempt to redeem yourself.
β "You tell me." He playfully rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you.
β "It can't be totally my fault... it's not like you tried to kiss me or anything." You mumbled, more to yourself.
He raised both his eyebrows, holding his chest in mock offense: β "I thought I was being chivalrous for respecting your times. I believed we were taking everything slowly. I even told the guys not to bother you too much."
β "You even told them?"
β "Of course! They all knew about the song, of course I had to brag."
β "Oh... Is that why Felix was being so vague today?"
He just laughed and nodded, wrapping his arms around you to hug you.
β "So would you let me kiss you, now that we both know we're dating?"
β "It's weird if you say it like that!" You groaned and slapped his shoulder, ignoring the fact that your cheeks were on fire and he was basically whispering in your ear from how close he was. "But I guess I wouldn't mind kissing my boyfriend."
As soon as you consented, he gave you his brightest smile before pulling you in for a kiss.
Happy Valentine's Day Y/n, now stop complaining.
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If you didn't get stuck in the pictures and read all the way here: Happy Valentine's Day~ Stay healthy and drink water β‘ you deserve it diva
