it's his birthday but you suck at gifts (bf!seungmin x reader)
drabble | bf!seungmin x reader au
genre: crack
warnings: suggestive content | language
summary: the title basically lol...
a/n : 🎉 it's our puppy's day ! happy birthday kim seungmin ! 🎉i know i didn't make one for like felix or han but... but nothing. no excuses 😔 lol
you come bouncing into the living room with your hands behind your back. your eyes are glowing but your energy is... disturbing.
“happy birthday!!” you grin
he raises an eyebrow “…i’m scared”
you hold out a small envelope and a single, unwrapped peppermint mint. he doesn’t move.
“…is this the appetizer?” he asks cautiously
“no” you say proudly “this is the whole gift!”
“…the whole gift?”
you nod agressively. he stares at you. then at the mint. then back at you “…was i bad this year?”
“what ? no!! this is sentimental! it’s got meaning and artistry and a hint of whimsy”
“oh no”
“...just open it”
he sighs preparing for disappointment. he opens the envelope and pulls out…a drawing. done in colored pencil on regular white plain paper. and it looks like it was created during a mild earthquake.
there are two stick figures, possibly humans. one has uneven brown smudges for “hair” and the other is triangle shaped with blue hair. there’s a moon, four stars, and a… goose?? in the corner.
he blinks and slowly looks up at you. speechless.
“do you see it? it’s us under the stars!”
“…is that a...” he squints “why is there a goose ?“
“no babe, that's your mom!”
WHAT??
he goes silent. puts the drawing down and sighs deeply
“okay i need to say this now or it’s gonna come out one day during a fight and destroy our relationship.”
“…okay ?”
he looks you dead in the eyes serious.
“you suck. you suck at gifts.”
you GASP full offense taken “EXCUSE ME???”
he stands up and starts pacing “i’ve been lying. since day ONE. you’re adorable, and cute, and you look so happy when you give me shit” he gestures at the mint “BUTt it’s always this. this kind of shit”
“min ! this is love!” you shout
“YOU GAVE ME ONE PEPPERMINT. AND YOU LICKED IT FIRST!!”
“it's romantic spit okay ?!”
“oh my god”
you flop onto the couch, insulted “so what, you don’t appreciate handmade things now? should I just start giving you cash like your grandma?”
he sits across from you scandalized by your audacity to be offended “you’re telling me I spent three weeks coordinating a surprise trip for your birthday, booked a spa day, got you a limited edition burberry bag... and YOU gave me a crayon sketch where i look like a corndog and your triangle body is kissing a goose”
“okay you’re exaggerating”
“I'm– ?? LOOK AT IT” he holds it up again and points violently at the goose “why is my mom a goose and WHY she’s in our romantic drawing??”
“she’s proud of us?”
“oh my god”
you stand up, glare at him. march to the bedroom, muttering “fine. I was gonna give you this one later but i guess you don’t want it then.”
he glances over “…what now.”
you return and slam an envelope into his lap “don’t open it. it’s too late.”
he opens it immediately. his eyebrows lift. the cover reads:
“SEXY COUPONS – FOR MY PUPPY <3”
he freezes “…explain this.”
“no”
he opens the booklet, his eyes scanning “‘one sleepy morning makeout naked???’”
you check your nails unimpressed “…yeah. that’s in high demand. limited print.”
he flips faster
-“use this to shut me up (with your mouth)”
-“brat taming night. no questions asked.”
-“free pass to boss me around for a full day”
-etc...
his hands drop to his lap. he stares ahead and breathes deep “…i misjudged you.”
“right ??”
“this is…” he fans himself “...a masterwork”
“thank you.”
“suddenly i think you’re a genius. an artist. a businesswoman.”
you grin and plop into his lap. he immediately wraps his arms around you “does this mean you’re not mad about the mint?”
“i’ll suck on that mint with gratitude if it means i get these coupons.”
“ew”
“you started it.” he kisses your neck then mumbles “...i’m gonna cash in the sleepy makeout one tomorrow morning. just so you know.”
you roll your eyes and grin “that’s more like it”
the day after, he tapes your drawing onto the back of the bedroom door just low enough so he can throw things at it when annoyed. but still visible because “you made it. and i love you.” aww.
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DISCLAIMER : This blog and all related content (fics, fake texts, headcanons, imagines, etc.) are entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. I do not know Stray Kids personally, nor do I claim any of this reflects their real personalities, actions, or relationships. All characters and their personalities—including Meena King—are original creations.Please enjoy responsibly and remember : real people = real boundaries.
you tried to surprise him with a sexy dance... (bf!lee know x f!reader)
drabble | bf!lee know x reader au
genre: crack
warnings: mature suggestive content | language
summary: you try to do a sexy dance for him but he turns into a kpop choreo teacher halfway through... then he shows you how it's done.
a/n : yes i know it's been 83 years since my last post. work is crazy atm. you can sue me. wanted to do one for each member but i also want to sleep someday lol. and i'm in my lee know era hehe. i don't even know if it's good but here you go ! i hope you still enjoy
oh you’ve been WAITING for this night.
jisung is out. the apartment is silent. you are planning to seduce your man and he's gonna lose his fucking mind.
so when lee know finally comes home, you meet him at the door wearing THE outfit. the little pink one that shows just enough skin to make him short circuit, with music already cued and your confidence on 110%.
his brows go up and he drops his keys “…okay” he says slowly, eyes flicking down your body “what’s happening... and why do i like it”
you smirk “hi baby” and you hit play. let's fucking go.
his eyes darken IMMEDIATELY. he steps in slowly, shuts the door without blinking “okay. go on keep going”
you start to move. and for the first ten seconds he’s into it. leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed, slight smirk on. you’ve got him.
...or so you think.
you go to drop it low. but then...
“…wait”
you freeze mid sexy pose “what?”
he waves a hand in the air “can you do that body roll again?”
“what?”
“the last one. it was…” he tilts his head and squints “…your hips are doing most of the work but your core’s not engaged”
you gape “what the hell does that mean??”
you’re standing there, in lingerie and this man has the audacity to give you a dance lessons ???
“your form’s off, baby. you’re just throwing your back at me. it’s not intentional. there’s no tension.”
“LEE MINHO I’M TRYING TO SEDUCE YOU”
“i know! and you’re doing great! just...fix your posture.”
“FIX MY POSTURE???”
he nods. so casual “hips forward. shoulders back. you’re arching too hard. you’re gonna throw out your back before we even get to the good part”
you stomp over to him and slap his knee “do you wanna have sex or take me to Pilates class??”
he laughs “listen i’m obsessed with you no matter what. BUT if you’re gonna do a dance like that, you might as well do it right”
you grumble “this was supposed to be hot”
“yeah but then your spine did that shrimp thing”
you gasp offended “i’m LEAVING.”
he's giggling “no you’re not”
"you're unbelievable!" you snap "if you're so damn good at it, you do it!"
he tilts his head "...okay."
pause.
"...wait what?"
lee know already walks over to the speaker, hits play again and looks at you with the most dangerously neutral face ever “watch and learn, rookie.”
you fold your arms, petty mode fully activated "fine. impress me, professor"
and he starts dancing. not half assed. you were expecting dumb hip rolls and maybe a hair flip. you were NOT expecting full studio quality, magic mike core, backup dancer for beyoncé level body control. like what the hell.
he rolls his hips so smooth you're about to see jesus. HELLO ?? THAT MUST BE ILLEGAL ?? hips don’t move like that. people shouldn’t move like that. you swallow hard and clutch the couch armrest. your soul leaves your body through your vagina.
“what the fuck” you breathe out
and he knows. oh, he KNOWS. he spins around with a little pop, winks, and mouths “how's that, babe?”
you’re not even breathing at this point. oxygen? don’t know her. lord have mercy, you’re clenching every muscle in your body trying not to pounce on this man
“okay” you choke out “so you have been watching the choreo videos i send you”
he shrugs smug as hell “mmh i pay attention”
“ugh you’re so annoying”
“but you wanna sit on my face don’t you”
you LUNGE.
he yelps and sprints toward the bedroom while laughing like the absolute MENACE he is, and you're right behind him yelling
“GET BACK HERE YOU SEXY BAG OF BONES”
from now on, he'll do the sexy foreplay dance.
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DISCLAIMER : This blog and all related content (fics, fake texts, headcanons, imagines, etc.) are entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. I do not know Stray Kids personally, nor do I claim any of this reflects their real personalities, actions, or relationships. All characters and their personalities—including Meena King—are original creations.Please enjoy responsibly and remember : real people = real boundaries.
dad!skz series | when he's leaving for tour (maknae line)
ot8 reactions | dad!skz x f!reader au
genre: crack | fluff | light angst (just in case bc of baby separation!)
summary: when leaving for tour for the first time since you're parents is harder than he expected
hyung line | ✧ maknae line
han (8 months old bbg)
you really think he’s joking.
but then you walk into the bedroom and your 8 month old daughter is asleep inside his duffel bag.
like. inside.
“jisung. what the actual hell.”
“she fits!!” he whisper yells, crouched beside the open luggage. his eyes are wild. his logic is worse. “look at her! snug like a little croissant! she didn’t even wake up! that’s elite travel baby behavior!”
you’re too stunned to speak.
not because your child is literally inside a carry on. but because the bottom is lined with her favorite blanket. and three plushies. and a mini neck pillow.
“you were gonna zip her up? and just...what? carry her through incheon like a pair of socks?!”
“no” he scowls like you’re the unreasonable one. “obviously i was gonna poke a breathing hole. i’m not a monster.”
you blink. she yawns in the bag. he gasps
“see?! she wants to come! baby, do you wanna come with appa on tour?” he coos, leaning down and baby talking into the duffel like a lunatic“you wanna hear appa sing ‘topline’ live? be our tiny ninth member? help me do my makeup backstage with your tiny fists”
you sigh and cross the room, gently lifting her out of the duffel bag. she immediately clings to your shirt and whimpers softly.
your baby sneezes. he tears up instantly. “oh my god she’s already catching emotional sickness from me i knew this would happen”
“babe” you step forward and rest a hand on his shoulder. his face crumples “i love you” you say gently “you’re insane. but i love you.”
“i can’t leave her” he sniffles “10 days is like… a year in baby time. what if she learns to moonwalk while i’m gone? what if she eats a lemon and makes a tiktok face and i miss it?!”
“relax, she’s not even a year old”
“which is why she needs to see me in 4k hd facetime every hour.”
“and she will. we'll call everyday”
he pauses. sighs “…can you record her poops for me too?”
you start walking out “goodbye.”
“WAIT WAIT OKAY JUST VOICE MEMOS OF HER FARTS—”
you close the door on him mid plea.
later when it's time to leave, he’s quiet by the door. hoodie over his head, duffel bag on his shoulder (without a baby inside this time), passport barely hanging out of his pocket. you’re holding the baby on your hip, her cheek squished against your collarbone
he just stares.
“you okay?” you ask.
he nods. then shrugs. then sniffs a little too dramatically. he sighs and leans in to kiss her forehead. then another one. then like three more. rapid fire. she lets out a sleepy little laugh
“my heart” he whispers. “i’m not strong enough for this. she’s so powerful.”
“you’re crazy.”
“i know.”
you watch him for a second before he steps closer, brushing a kiss to your cheek. then your jaw “i’ll miss you too, you know” he murmurs.
“i know” you say.
he pauses, then looks you dead in the eyes. serious “…but i’ll miss her more.”
“obviously”
“…but also your ass. and your boobs. equally.” you burst out laughing. he nods “it’s hard being a family man with needs”
“get on the van.”
he pulls you both into a final hug. he kisses your daughter’s head one more time, kisses your shoulder, then jogs backward toward the elevator “text me every five minutes!” he calls.
“absolutely not!”
“record her babbles!”
“maybe!”
“voice memo the boobs too!”
“han jisung”
the elevator closes.
felix (7 months old bbg)
you notice something’s off.
you’re just trying to put away the little pink hoodie she wore this morning. the one with the ears on the hood that makes her look like a tiny bear. you open the drawer...
and pause. it’s empty. you squint. open another drawer. then another. no socks. no baby hats. no ridiculous frilly dress you said you’d never put her in but did once for photos. all gone.
“…felix?”
“yeah?”
“what did you pack for tour?”
he pops his head into the nursery with your baby on his hip, he’s been stress cuddling her for the past thirty minutes “...just the essentials”
you narrow your eyes “define essentials”
he panics immediately “for comfort. emotional support”
you walk to your bedroom and open the duffel bag on the bed ...“you packed her entire closet”
“not all of it!”
you pull out:
-6 onesies (sizes newborn to current)
-her entire collection of baby hats
-a single tiny shoe he refuses to explain
-a literal ziploc bag of her hair from her last haircut
-her fuzzy bath towel
“felix!”
“i miss her already”
you point. “you packed her bath towel.”
“it’s the soft one!”
“you didn’t even pack pants for yourself.”
“i was busy thinking about her socks!!”
you sigh as he gently adjusts her tiny head on his shoulder. she babbles softly in her sleep, and felix looks like he’s about to cry again for the fourth time this morning.
you cup his cheeks. “babe. you’ll be gone for a week.”
“that’s a week too long.”
“you can facetime.”
“it’s not the same” he chokes, brushing a strand of hair off her forehead “she’s my twin flame.”
“she’s your daughter”
“same thing”
twenty minutes later, you finally repack his bag with his actual clothing. he doesn’t help. he just lies face down on the couch whispering “be strong, be strong” to himself while holding her sock. you hand him his hoodie. he sniffles again.
then, when the driver texts that he’s outside, he turns to you and looks destroyed. he kisses your daughter’s forehead then turns to you, teary eyed.
“…i’ll miss you too.”
“i know.”
“but i’ll miss her more.”
you nod “that’s fair.”
“…but also your boobs.”
“there it is.”
he hugs you both one last time and he kisses you. it’s soft and a little pouty and definitely lingers longer than usual
“tell her i’ll be back soon. and if she poops in her bath again, it’s okay. appa still loves her”
“i think she knows”
“also tell your boobs to think of me.”
“felix.”
“not in a weird way!! okay maybe like a little weird way”
“GO.”
he waves at the baby all the way into the car.
seungmin (1 year old bbg)
“you sure you have everything?” you ask
“yes” seungmin says flatly, zipping up his backpack
“passport? charger? socks that aren’t all the same pair?”
he gives you the most deadpan stare known to man. “yes”
“okay” you nod. “just making sure.”
“i’m fine.”
you narrow your eyes. “…i didn’t say you weren’t”
“you were thinking it”
you slowly turn your head toward the couch, where he’s already snapped at the baby monitor twice this morning for being “suspiciously silent”
to be clear: he’s ABSOLUTELY not fine.
he’s been “not fine” since 6am when he changed her diaper unnecessarily “just in case.” then he lined up all her plushies like they were his tiny soldiers and told them they have “one job. don’t let anything weird happen”
he’s still not holding his coffee. you are. because he forgot he made one. because he was too busy folding the same baby blanket three times in a row.
“you sure you’re okay?” you ask again gently, watching him lace his shoes with more aggression than necessary.
“do i look not okay?”
you look at him. his shirt is inside out “…no” you lie.
he straightens up “she’s gonna be fine. she’s not even gonna notice i’m gone.”
“right” you nod
“and she’ll forget my face in 0.2 seconds because babies are...are—”
he chokes. turns away.
“aw minnie”
“i’m fine” he says quickly, voice tight. “i planned for this. i’m emotionally mature.” you wait “why is the monitor still quiet. is she okay? go check.”
you stare “she’s napping.”
“check anyway. what if she woke up and decided she hates me?”
“oh my god.”
—
when it’s finally time to go, he walks over and gently presses a kiss to his daughter’s forehead. she stirs in her sleep but doesn’t wake.
he stares at her for a long second. then mutters “traitor.”
you snort.
“what?” he snaps.
“nothing. just grumpy seungmin being soft is always cute.”
“i’m not grumpy. i’m fine.” he opens the front door “text me if she even frowns. or sneezes weird. and also tell her to look at my photocard at least once a day. it’s in the fridge so she sees it during meals.”
you blink. “…why the fridge?”
“she likes looking in there.”
“she’s one year old.”
“she’s curious.”
you kiss his cheek. he pretends not to smile. but he does pause before leaving, looking at you like he’s memorizing your whole face.
“…i’ll miss you too” he says, voice low. “but don’t get clingy about it.”
“never.”
i.n (5 months old bbb)
“okay, you packed?” you ask, glancing at the clock. “car’s coming in ten.”
“yeah” jeongin mutters, double checking his backpack
you peek over. toothbrush. hair stuff. hoodie. airpods. and a ziplock bag labeled ‘emergency drip control’ with two baby photos inside.
“…drip control?”
“in case i get sad.”
you squint. “…these are literally just pictures of his outfits.”
“exactly.”
jeongin is currently not mourning the time apart. he’s mourning the fits.
because your baby boy is his son. and his son? does not wear socks with sandals. his son does not wear joke onesies with phrases like “i still live with my parents” in ugly fonts. his son is a fashion icon in training and jeongin has worked hard on that baby closet.
he’s already reorganized it twice this morning, muttering things like “she’s gonna put him in a minion hoodie, i just know it” and “no son of mine is leaving the house in cargo shorts with fifteen pockets and a monster truck on the butt.”
“okay, you’re spiraling” you say, watching him restack the folded baby jeans for the fourth time.
“i’m being realistic.”
you snort.
he turns slowly “what are you planning to dress him in while i’m gone?”
you blink. “clothes?”
“be specific.”
you shrug. “probably the ‘chick magnet’ onesie.”
his face does a full shutdown.
“with the...wait. with the snapback?”
“…maybe.”
he looks physically ill “you can’t keep giving him ironic 2012 frat boy energy” he pleads. “last week you put him in a tank top and tiny fake gold chain.”
“he looked cute.”
“he looked like he was gonna steal your vape”
ten minutes later, he zips up his hoodie and leans over the crib, brushing your baby’s soft little head with a sigh. he melts instantly.
“you’re gonna be so big when i get back” he whispers dramatically. “you’re gonna forget how to say ‘appa’ and start calling the cat ‘daddy’ huh?”
the baby lets out a fart in response.
“don’t let her put you in ugly shit” jeongin says seriously “stay strong.”
“he’s literally 5 months old.”
“he has standards.”
“he has a onesie that says ‘born to fart.’”
“i regret letting you shop alone.”
before he leaves, he hugs you both for a solid three minutes. he kisses your cheek, then the baby’s whole face, whispering a list of threats to anyone who tries to replace him as favorite parent.
then right before he closes the door, he points at you dramatically “no socks with sandals.”
“yes jeongin”
“no slogan onesies”
“okay jeongin.”
“and no fake tattoo sleeves.”
you gasp “i would never!”
“don't lie! i saw your last amazon order!”
“...okay but admit it. he'll look badass”
“Y/N!”
you just smile “guess what he’s wearing when we pick you up from the airport.”
his jaw drops. you close the door.
you text him the next day a pic of the baby in camo shorts, a shark bucket hat, and green socks
jeongin sends back:
🦊: i’m coming home early
🦊: you’re a menace
🦊: i should’ve packed the baby
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DISCLAIMER : This blog and all related content (fics, fake texts, headcanons, imagines, etc.) are entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. I do not know Stray Kids personally, nor do I claim any of this reflects their real personalities, actions, or relationships. All characters and their personalities—including Meena King—are original creations.Please enjoy responsibly and remember : real people = real boundaries.
ok stray kids comeback WAS INSANE and that’s what got me distracted to drop the dad!skz maknae line but it’s not my fault okay??? i got emotionally derailed, they looked so ughhhhh
it’s still coming later today tho!! in the meantime, enjoy my little 9th member oc meena fanart concept for the ceremony mv. or don’t… but i’ll cry. jk.
dad!skz series | when he's leaving for tour (hyung line)
ot8 reactions | dad!skz x f!reader au
genre: crack | fluff
summary: when leaving for tour for the first time since you're parents is harder than he expected
a/n : coming back with a little dad!skz / hubby!skz flavor... might turn it into a series, we’ll see how you feel about it 👀
✧ hyung line | maknae line (coming soon)
bang chan (9 month old girl)
“okay, so bath every night at 7:30. But if she seems tired earlier you can bump it to 7:10. just don’t go past 7:45 because that messes with her sleep window.”
you stare at him. you’re literally rocking your baby in one arm while drinking your coffee “…you good?”
“ALSO” he continues, ignoring your question entirely as he holds up a labeled baggie “this is the emergency pacifier bag. labeled ‘emergency.’ not to be used unless necessary”
you nod. he narrows his eyes “repeat it back to me.”
“...are you serious.”
“yes.”
“you are the father of this baby. i am the mother of this baby. i know what pacifier emergency looks like.”
chan looks like he’s on the verge of tears.
“i just...I don’t wanna miss anything. what if she says a new word. what if she gets another tooth. what if she hugs the dog and i’m not here to cry about it.”
“what if you go finish packing before you miss your flight”
“she’s gonna forget me.”
“you just cuddled her for an hour and said ‘i’ll never leave you in spirit’.”
“AND I MEANT THAT”
he finally sets the emergency bag down. double checks the travel crib is still folded, even though it’s staying here. checks the baby monitor batteries. reopens his backpack to make sure he packed her hospital hat from birth for emotional support.
when it’s finally time to leave, he kisses your daughter like five times. then three more. then one last one. you put the baby down for a nap.
and then he turns to you. “okay. now you.”
you pause mid sip of your coffee “…hm?”
he walks over dramatically, cupping your cheeks and he grins “don’t act like you’re not gonna cry the second i leave.”
“i’m not”
“you’ll miss daddy sooooo much huh?”
you slap his chest “don’t say it like that!”
he lowers his voice, teasing “gonna miss your big strong man around the house? gonna be all cold and empty in the bed without me—”
you literally grab his suitcase and start dragging it to the door “OKAY GOODBYE”
he laughs as you push him out. leans back in one more time, kisses your cheek, then your lips, then your neck.
you roll your eyes “you’re so annoying.”
he winks “you love it”
and you do. but still, you slam the door (with love) in his face before you start smiling too much.
from outside, he shouts:
“CALL ME IF SHE BLINKS IN A NEW WAY!!!”
lee know (2 year old boy)
you watch from the doorway, arms crossed, as minho calmly packs the last of his things. your 2 year old is stuck to his shin like a sock you can’t shake off. just waddling with him as he moves.
whimpering occasionally.
“he’s being dramatic” minho mutters, zipping his suitcase.
he walks to the kitchen for his travel mug. your son follows. he walks to the bedroom to grab socks. your son? still there. he sneezes? your son gasps in sympathy. and the whole time minho’s like,
“he’s fine. this is normal. he’s just clingy.”
okay, dr. delulu.
he’s totally chill. totally composed. totally... dying inside. he zips his suitcase with one hand while holding his son on his hip like it’s nothing “i’ll be back in a week. it’s no big deal.”
“you’re leaving for 3 weeks”
“...don’t correct me.”
you finally step forward as it’s time to leave, arms out.
“okay baby, come to mama” but when you reach for your son, minho just... doesn’t let go. you pause.
“minho.”
“…what”
“you’re not letting go”
“yes i am.”
“you are physically holding onto him”
“...that's crazy”
you squint “you said you were fine”
“i am fine.”
“then let him go.”
“...no.” you and your son both just stare at him. minho clears his throat. “he needs one more hug.”
“you’re not even hugging him. you’re just holding him like a football.”
“it’s our thing”
you sigh. “okay. one more hug. then you go.”
minho nods. they hug. your son sniffles. minho sniffles. you try to take him one more time. minho doesn’t budge “…he has abandonment issues.”
“HE LITERALLY DOESN’T. BUT HE WILL IF YOU DON’T LET HIM GO.”
you finally peel your kid off him and give minho a hard stare. he stares back, blank. but his ears are so red.
“…you okay?”
he nods once. he leans in to kiss your cheek, quick and soft. murmurs “you’ll be okay?”
you smirk “what, no dramatic holding for me?”
he deadpans “you don’t cry when i leave”
“i might.”
“you won’t.”
you raise an eyebrow “…you’ll miss me too, huh?”
he scoffs “I’ll be too busy sleeping without someone stealing the blanket”
you nudge him “and without someone asking you to rub their back every night?”
he pauses “…shut up.”
you grin. he leans in and kisses you properly this time, lingering for a second. his fingers brushing over your jaw, soft.
“…yeah” he mumbles, low so only you hear “i’ll miss you too.”
changbin ( 10 month old girl)
“okay! i’m heading out! it’s fine! we’re all fine!”
changbin is literally yelling as he ties his shoes in the hallway. your 10 month old daughter is watching him from your hip. wide-eyed. quiet.
you raise a brow “…you good?”
“YEP”
he sniffs. loudly.
“just allergies.”
“…babe it’s 11 at night.”
“pollen doesn’t sleep, babe.”
he stands up and clears his throat then holds out his arms
“gimme”
you hand her over and immediately regret it. because now she’s got both arms around his neck and her tiny face is smooshed into his shoulder. and now changbin is... just standing there. swaying. kissing her soft little head every 5 seconds. mumbling:
“appa loves you. appa’s gonna facetime you every day. appa’s gonna...uh gonna come back with presents, okay?”
she yawns into his hoodie. he gasps “did you see that? she yawned. SHE’S SAD.”
you snort “she’s tired.”
“AND SAD.”
he finally peels her off, very slowly, whispering “i’ll be back, i’ll be back, i swear” then hands her back to you and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand
you smirk “you’ll miss me too, right?”
he exhales so dramatically “…yes. i’ll miss everything. i’ll miss you. i’ll miss her. i’ll miss her weird laugh and the way you steal my fries and the way she throws up on your shoulder and you pretend she didn’t”
you laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek “just don’t cry in the group photo again.”
“NO PROMISES.”
he gets one foot out the door... then stops. turns back around “WAIT. WAIT WAIT WAIT.”
you freeze “what??”
he sprints back in, kisses your baby’s hand. then kisses your hand. then your mouth “okay. NOW i’m ready.”
you whisper “you forgot your suitcase”
he gasps “GODDAMNIT.”
hyunjin (10 month old girl)
he's pacing the hallway. suitcase packed. heart shattered. but hair perfect.
"i can't do it" he whispers dramatically.
you blink. “do what. leave?”
"yes."
"...hyunjin you're flying to japan. not mars."
“same energy.”
you’re carrying your 10 month old daughter on your hip, trying to grab her pacifier off the table. he immediately swoops in and snatches her back like you’ve been stealing her this whole time.
“let me hold her. she wants me.”
“she just spit up on your neck.”
“that’s her saying she loves me in baby.” she starts chewing on his hoodie strings. he melts on the spot.
the clock ticks. he sighs. kisses your daughter on the cheek. then forehead. then both hands. then dramatically holds her close like she’s fading into dust.
"appa has to go, baby. be strong. eat well. sleep well. don’t forget me. don’t replace me. if your omma tries to make you like her more than me—"
“HYUNJIN”
"—i’m not saying she’s evil, i’m just saying watch your back"
"you're so unwell."
he turns to you. “take care of her.”
“...i birthed her.”
“that doesn’t mean you’re qualified.”
“WHAT”
“i’m sorry! i’m just anxious! you’re so pretty and cool, she might forget i exist!”
you fold your arms “do you think our baby is gonna come to me one morning like ‘actually… i’ve decided appa is mid now’?”
he gasps “DO YOU THINK SHE WILL??”
you roll your eyes then you try to guide him out the door. he refuses to walk. like. physically stops moving.
“wait just one more hug. i have to feel her tiny squishy cheek on my face one more time. just one more. JUST...okay one more. ONE MORE”
he finally pulls back from his 294th goodbye hug she’s basically asleep in his arms and you’re just standing there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised like :
“…do i get a kiss too? or did you forget you’re in love with me as well.”
“OH! of course, baby!!”
he turns, leans in... and gives you the fastest forehead kiss in recorded history. like boop. and he’s already turning back to nuzzle your daughter's cheek again.
you blink “SIR???”
he bursts out laughing, holding his chest “okay okay i was just playing! COME HERE”
he grabs your face and smothers you in kisses saying “m’wife m’wife m’wife” between every one while you’re trying not to laugh and push him off.
then he grins all proud “i would miss you too, if you weren’t so annoying.”
you smack his arm. he kisses you again. and then one last dramatic whisper into your baby’s ear before he leaves:
“don’t forget who's your favorite.”
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okay i’m dumb for not tagging angst as well. this is literally a parent leaving for a while lol. i swear this was supposed to be soft coded domestic i wasn’t even tryna make you all feel feelings 😭
dad!skz series | when he's leaving for tour (hyung line)
ot8 reactions | dad!skz x f!reader au
genre: crack | fluff | (edit : light angst)
summary: when leaving for tour for the first time since you're parents is harder than he expected
a/n : coming back with a little dad!skz / hubby!skz flavor... might turn it into a series, we’ll see how you feel about it 👀
✧ hyung line | maknae line
bang chan (9 month old girl)
“okay, so bath every night at 7:30. But if she seems tired earlier you can bump it to 7:10. just don’t go past 7:45 because that messes with her sleep window.”
you stare at him. you’re literally rocking your baby in one arm while drinking your coffee “…you good?”
“ALSO” he continues, ignoring your question entirely as he holds up a labeled baggie “this is the emergency pacifier bag. labeled ‘emergency.’ not to be used unless necessary”
you nod. he narrows his eyes “repeat it back to me.”
“...are you serious.”
“yes.”
“you are the father of this baby. i am the mother of this baby. i know what pacifier emergency looks like.”
chan looks like he’s on the verge of tears.
“i just...I don’t wanna miss anything. what if she says a new word. what if she gets another tooth. what if she hugs the dog and i’m not here to cry about it.”
“what if you go finish packing before you miss your flight”
“she’s gonna forget me.”
“you just cuddled her for an hour and said ‘i’ll never leave you in spirit’.”
“AND I MEANT THAT”
he finally sets the emergency bag down. double checks the travel crib is still folded, even though it’s staying here. checks the baby monitor batteries. reopens his backpack to make sure he packed her hospital hat from birth for emotional support.
when it’s finally time to leave, he kisses your daughter like five times. then three more. then one last one. you put the baby down for a nap.
and then he turns to you. “okay. now you.”
you pause mid sip of your coffee “…hm?”
he walks over dramatically, cupping your cheeks and he grins “don’t act like you’re not gonna cry the second i leave.”
“i’m not”
“you’ll miss daddy sooooo much huh?”
you slap his chest “don’t say it like that!”
he lowers his voice, teasing “gonna miss your big strong man around the house? gonna be all cold and empty in the bed without me—”
you literally grab his suitcase and start dragging it to the door “OKAY GOODBYE”
he laughs as you push him out. leans back in one more time, kisses your cheek, then your lips, then your neck.
you roll your eyes “you’re so annoying.”
he winks “you love it”
and you do. but still, you slam the door (with love) in his face before you start smiling too much.
from outside, he shouts:
“CALL ME IF SHE BLINKS IN A NEW WAY!!!”
lee know (2 year old boy)
you watch from the doorway, arms crossed, as minho calmly packs the last of his things. your 2 year old is stuck to his shin. just waddling with him as he moves.
whimpering occasionally.
“he’s being dramatic” minho mutters, zipping his suitcase.
he walks to the kitchen for his travel mug. your son follows. he walks to the bedroom to grab socks. your son? still there. he sneezes? your son gasps in sympathy. and the whole time minho’s like,
“he’s fine. this is normal. he’s just clingy.”
okay, dr. delulu.
he’s totally chill. totally composed. totally... dying inside. he zips his suitcase with one hand while holding his son on his hip like it’s nothing “i’ll be back in a week. it’s no big deal.”
“you’re leaving for 3 weeks”
“...don’t correct me.”
you finally step forward as it’s time to leave, arms out.
“okay baby, come to mama” but when you reach for your son, minho just... doesn’t let go. you pause.
“minho.”
“…what”
“you’re not letting go”
“yes i am.”
“you are physically holding onto him”
“...that's crazy”
you squint “you said you were fine”
“i am fine.”
“then let him go.”
“...no.” you and your son both just stare at him. minho clears his throat. “he needs one more hug.”
“you’re not even hugging him. you’re just holding him like a football.”
“it’s our thing”
you sigh. “okay. one more hug. then you go.”
minho nods. they hug andyour son sniffles. minho sniffles. you try to take him one more time. minho doesn’t budge “…he has abandonment issues.”
“HE LITERALLY DOESN’T. BUT HE WILL IF YOU DON’T LET HIM GO.”
you finally peel your kid off him and give minho a hard stare. he stares back, blank. but his ears are so red.
“…you okay?”
he nods once. he leans in to kiss your cheek, quick and soft. murmurs “you’ll be okay?”
you smirk “what, no dramatic holding for me?”
he deadpans “you don’t cry when i leave”
“i might.”
“you won’t.”
you raise an eyebrow “…you’ll miss me too, huh?”
he scoffs “I’ll be too busy sleeping without someone stealing the blanket”
you nudge him “and without someone asking you to rub their back every night?”
he pauses “…shut up.”
you grin. he leans in and kisses you properly this time, lingering for a second. his fingers brushing over your jaw.
“…yeah” he mumbles, low so only you hear “i’ll miss you too.”
changbin ( 10 month old girl)
“okay! i’m heading out! it’s fine! we’re all fine!”
changbin is literally yelling as he ties his shoes in the hallway. your 10 month old daughter is watching him from your hip. wide eyed and quiet.
you raise a brow “…you good?”
“YEP”
he sniffs. loudly.
“just allergies.”
“…babe it’s 11 at night.”
“pollen doesn’t sleep, babe.”
he stands up and clears his throat then holds out his arms
“gimme”
you hand her over and immediately regret it. because now she’s got both arms around his neck and her tiny face is smooshed into his shoulder. and now changbin is... just standing there. swaying. kissing her soft cute little head every 5 seconds. mumbling:
“appa loves you. appa’s gonna facetime you every day. appa’s gonna...uh gonna come back with presents, okay?”
she yawns into his hoodie. he gasps “did you see that? she yawned. SHE’S SAD.”
you snort “she’s tired.”
“AND SAD.”
he finally peels her off, very slowly, whispering “i’ll be back, i’ll be back, i swear” then hands her back to you and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand
you smirk “you’ll miss me too, right?”
he exhales so dramatically “…yes. i’ll miss everything. i’ll miss you. i’ll miss her. i’ll miss her weird laugh and the way you steal my fries and the way she throws up on your shoulder and you pretend she didn’t”
you laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek “just don’t cry in the group photo again.”
“NO PROMISES.”
he gets one foot out the door... then stops. turns back around “WAIT. WAIT WAIT WAIT.”
you freeze “what??”
he sprints back in, kisses your baby’s hand. then kisses your hand. then your mouth “okay. NOW i’m ready.”
you whisper “you forgot your suitcase”
he gasps “GODDAMNIT.”
hyunjin (10 month old girl)
he's pacing the hallway. suitcase packed. heart shattered. but at least his hair is perfect.
"i can't do it" he whispers dramatically.
you blink. “do what. leave?”
"yes."
"...hyunjin you're flying to japan. not mars."
“same energy.”
you’re carrying your 10 month old daughter on your hip, trying to grab her pacifier off the table. he immediately swoops in and snatches her back like you’ve been stealing her this whole time.
“let me hold her. she wants me.”
“she just spit up on your neck.”
“that’s her saying she loves me in baby.” she starts chewing on his hoodie strings. he melts on the spot.
the clock ticks. he sighs. kisses your daughter on the cheek. then forehead. then both hands. then dramatically holds her close like she’s fading into dust.
"appa has to go, baby. be strong. eat well. sleep well. don’t forget me. don’t replace me. if your omma tries to make you like her more than me—"
“HYUNJIN”
"—i’m not saying she’s evil, i’m just saying watch your back"
"you're so unwell."
he turns to you. “take care of her.”
“...i birthed her.”
“that doesn’t mean you’re qualified.”
“WHAT”
“i’m sorry! i’m just anxious! you’re so pretty and cool, she might forget i exist!”
you fold your arms “do you think our baby is gonna come to me one morning like ‘actually… i’ve decided appa is mid now’?”
he gasps “DO YOU THINK SHE WILL??”
you roll your eyes then you try to guide him out the door but he refuses to walk. like. physically stops moving.
“wait just one more hug. i have to feel her tiny squishy cheek on my face one more time. just one more. JUST...okay one more. ONE MORE”
he finally pulls back from his 294th goodbye hug she’s basically asleep in his arms and you’re just standing there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised like :
“…do i get a kiss too? or did you forget you’re in love with me as well.”
“OH! of course, baby!!”
he turns, leans in... and gives you the fastest forehead kiss in recorded history. like boop. and he’s already turning back to nuzzle your daughter's cheek again.
you blink “SIR???”
he bursts out laughing, holding his chest “okay okay i was just playing! COME HERE”
he grabs your face and smothers you in kisses saying “m’wife m’wife m’wife” between every one while you’re trying not to laugh and push him off.
then he grins all proud “i would miss you too, if you weren’t so annoying.”
you smack his arm. he kisses you again. and then one last dramatic whisper into your baby’s ear before he leaves:
“don’t forget who's your favorite.”
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don't hurt chan's favorite kid (ot8!skz x meena 9th member oc)
one shot | ot8!skz x meena oc au
genre: crack
warnings: language
summary: beach day turns into a full emergency crime scene. and the group is 10% worried for meena and 90% worried for hyunjin’s life.
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beach day ! 🏖️
they’ve got snacks, towels, iced drinks and good vibes. chan and changbin are out in the water, doing god knows what. something between swimming and flexing.
the rest? volleyball match from hell.
hyunjin’s on full competitive demon mode. shirt off. grunting dramatically every time he spikes.
“calm down it’s not the olympics” meena says, as she fixes the net.
“sorry can’t hear you over my victory aura”
what even does that mean.
then it happens.
the ball goes up. he jumps and yells "I GOT IT" time slows down. his eyes lock on the target. his wrist snaps forward like he's trying to destroy a planet.
SMACK.
right into meena’s face.
dead center.
the ball bounces off her. she falls backwards into the sand, limp. eyes wide. sunglasses askew. soul leaving her body.
SILENCE.
GASPS.
-han drops his drink.
-felix whispers “oh no”
-jeongin crosses himself like a priest.
-seungmin just says “...she’s dead.”
hyunjin freezes mid celebration. the color drains from his face
“oh my god.”
he sprints over. drops to his knees.
“MEENA?? are you okay?? you’re okay. you’re FINE.”
“that ball was soft. it barely touched you. you're being dramatic”
“i'M SORRY. please don’t die”
meena’s blinking in dazed confusion. “...i can taste colors”
felix crouches beside them “your eye is swelling”
“WHAT?” hyunjin yells “no. no it’s not.”
“bro look at her. she looks like she's having an allergic reaction to your bullshit ”seungmin says calmly
“I look like WHAT” meena snaps
han to hyunjin “you're dead. chan will see this”
they all look up. chan and changbin are laughing in the ocean. unaware. for now.
“HE’S GONNA SEE HER FACE AND UNLEASH THE APOCALYPSE”
“hide her!! bury her in the sand!!” jeongin panics.
“we can’t bury her” seungmin says “we need a decoy injury.”
“what does that MEAN”
“SOMEONE ELSE NEEDS TO GET HURT FAST. BLOOD IS A DISTRACTION.”
felix grabs the volleyball and throws it into his own shin.
“DOES THIS COUNT”
“NO”
hyunjin’s holding meena’s face gently, trying to hide the swelling with his hands "OW"
“shhh. if you love me, don’t tell chan. PLEASE.”
meena squints with her one good eye “i’m telling him you tried to serve my head like a volleyball.”
"SO YOU WANT ME DEAD"
meanwhile in the ocean...
chan and changbin are waist deep in water, living their best bro life.
until chan pauses.
his protective sixth sense goes off. something's wrong.
he squints at the shore. the others are huddled around something.
nervous glancing. too many hand gestures. meena’s being half dragged behind a towel by a panicked hyunjin who’s using his entire body to shield her.
chan squints. pauses “...do you see that?”
changbin glances at the beach “huh. maybe they found a crab?”
he follows as chan starts power walking back to shore.
on the sand, hyunjin is full panic.
“HE’S COMING”
he crouches in front of meena, trying to block her entire face with his arms “okay okay i got this. just act natural”
chan raises an eyebrow. “then why is meena sitting like that and everyone’s avoiding eye contact.”
“she’s tired?”
chan steps forward.
hyunjin throws his arms out “don’t come closer”
“move”
"you don't have to do this"
"MOVE"
chan shoves him aside. sees meena. sees the black eye.
everything goes silent.
chan just… freezes. blinks once. his jaw clenches.
“…who?” quiet. calm. absolutely terrifying.
“a tree” hyunjin blurts “she walked into a tree. a really aggressive one. with bark. sharp bark. mean bark” he’s nodding way too hard. sweating. “it was nature’s fault”
meena sighs “it was hyunjin. he smashed the ball into my face”
hyunjin gasps "SNITCH"
chan exhales. long. slow. deadly.
“hyunjin”
“…yes hyung nim?~ 🥺”
“...run.”
“WAIT LET'S TALK–”
“RUN!”
hyunjin SCREAMS and takes off down the beach like his life depends on it (which it does). chan chases him. sand flying. seagulls crying. han filming.
“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!! I SAID I WAS SORRY.”
“YOU BROKE HER FACE.”
“SHE’S STILL PRETTY”
“YOU’RE GONNA BE PRETTY DEAD.”
meanwhile, back at the towel fort:
minho is on his knees, has a cold sprite can pressed to her face “blink twice if you want me to slap him when he stops running.”
“i’ll blink four.”
han is yelling commentary.
“AND THEY’RE PASSING THE HOT DOG STAND. OH! HYUNJIN NEARLY SLIPPED ON A KID! WHAT A RECOVERY!”
jeongin asks “should we help?”
seungmin sips his drink unbothered “i’m not interrupting god’s wrath.”
5 minutes later, chan is now holding hyunjin underwater.
every few seconds, hyunjin pops up like
“I SAID I’M SORRY”
shove
“I’LL BUY HER BUBBLE TEA FOR A WEEK”
sploosh
“I’M TOO PRETTY TO DIE”
sploosh again
changbin’s standing ankle deep with his hands on his hips, doing nothing to help “you brought this on yourself man”
back on the sand, felix is fanning meena with a frisbee. lee know is still pressing the can to her eye.
“ow! minho!!” she winces “be gentle.”
“you want healing or not” he deadpans.
she pouts. dramatic “be honest. am i still hot?”
everyone turns.
“like… can i still pull? or do i look like a hot potato that got punched?”
“you're hot” han shrugs “...if you’re into bruised face aesthetic. like street fighter core”
“street fighter core??”
“you could model for a boxing drama poster” seungmin adds (not) helpfully.
“you’re giving ‘badass but sad’ energy” jeongin offers.
felix grabs her hand dramatically “you’re the most beautiful pufferfish i’ve ever seen.”
“I’M GONNA CRY” she laughs, slapping his arm.
chan, finally finished attempting murder, stomps back up the beach.
meanwhile, hyunjin is left behind, crawling through the sand like a wet puppy. his arms are shaking. his pride is in shambles. he coughs once. dramatically. no one looks back.
“meenaaaaaa” he whines, dragging himself “i’m sorryyyyyyyyyy”
she looks over from her spot under the towel umbrella “you said that already.”
“BUT THIS TIME I MEAN IT FROM MY SOUL”
“he means it because i almost ended his soul” chan mutters, finally reaching her.
he crouches beside her, still dripping.
“lemme see it”
meena pulls the can off her face. chan inhales through his teeth.
“…this bitch”
“i’m right here!” hyunjin yells from five feet away, face still planted in the sand.
chan ignores him “i swear to god, his next comeback is gonna be from the ER”
“i’m fine” meena says softly, smiling up at him “just don’t let felix fan me again. he almost took my eyelash off.”
felix pouts dramatically behind her.
chan sighs. grabs a fresh water bottle, opens it, pours a little on a towel, and starts gently dabbing her cheek.
“does this hurt?”
“emotionally yeah”
“he’s dead to me”
behind them, hyunjin finally reaches the group.
“...hey” he’s shaking. covered in seaweed. sand in places sand shouldn’t be. he collapses beside her towel “i’m so sorry. for hitting you in the face. and ruining your perfect bone structure. and giving chan a reason to baptize me in saltwater”
she blinks. “did he really dunk you that long?”
“i saw ancestors.”
chan squints, finally letting some of the rage go “...you’re lucky she likes you. if it were jeongin you hit, i’d be in jail”
"damn right!" jeongin yells.
accident or not, do not hurt chan's favorite child.
fanart | illustration by me
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How to spot AI use in fics: an unofficial & friendly guide (July 2025)
Hi everyone~ I don’t think this post will come as a surprise to anybody. It is a joint effort with @cb97percent—a lot of the research you see on here is hers. We spent a considerable amount of time trying to understand ChatGPT in order to recognize its patterns. It doesn’t mean, however, that it helped us understand the people who sit in front of it, feed it a few prompts to generate fics, and then post those fics as theirs on here or onto other online spaces. That, I will never fathom.
But if you’re like me, like us, and like the few people who have voiced their wish to avoid those AI-assisted or AI-generated fics but have no idea what they might look like, this post might be for you. And… this other post, beautifully and eloquently put together by our very miss @cb97percent, shows a perhaps even darker side of the story. It displays GPT’s “personality”, and how people can spot it. (Because, yes—some of these accounts use it to interact with their audience)
It’s just tumblr, it’s just rpf/fanfic, why do I think it’s so important: because what happens in subculture spaces matters. What the audience chooses to read, to give notes/likes/reblogs/interactions to is a vote of sorts. You can see it as a form of election almost. What gets interactions prevails. So, readers cast their votes every day by scrolling the tags, sampling, reading, and then choosing to leave comments or interactions, or not. So if more and more people use AI to generate fics, post them on here, and if more of the audience gives them interactions, soon enough, it’s all that will remain on fanfic spaces.
And what happens in subculture spaces usually shifts in culture. We are already seeing it. By allowing it to happen in our online spaces, our ao3, our tumblr, and others, we are saying: let it happen in our novels, too. In our films, our video games, our music, our visual arts. And while I realize it’s pretty much inevitable, I decided I would not be passive about it.
So—a few tips to help notice AI-generated content in fics (but it got longer than I thought it would)
This is knowledge I gathered by running limited experiments primarily on ChatGPT and a little bit on Gemini. With time, those AIs will learn more and this post will be outdated for the most part. I am also NOT an expert at ALL. This is really just based on those experiments and the things I saw on tumblr or other fic spaces.
↬ Clinical language: Most fics are generated on ChatGPT. It has an unmistakable, clinical voice that mimics human emotion without actually breaching it—look for overly poetic sentences but short paragraphs + a lot of paragraphs breaks. The lyricism won't serve a purpose in the storytelling, it will be hollow. It's a strange feeling once you spot it: that line between clinical and lyric. Uncanny.
If you know me, you know I'm all for imagery and metaphors, but... The prompt here was two friends reunited after a long time + friends to lovers. Oh, and I should probably get this out of the way—GPT adores everything sacred and religious and holy. It might be an easy shortcut when there is yearning to be written—what else are you gonna do when you've never felt it or anything else?
You can see how quick it is to go from one thing to the other, there's no lingering on any emotion or feeling, just clean vocabulary, clinical, short sentences. And holy stuff. So much religious stuff.
↬ Dialogue tags: ask any seasoned author “how can I replace the ‘said’ dialogue tag and they’ll probably just tell you to use said. It's basically invisible and allows for a better flow in both reading and writing because it doesn't catch the eye. I found that ChatGPT sometimes used "said" and other times avoided it at all costs—there was no in-between. However, other times, it didn't really use any, since its sentences are so straightforward.
And then it will just throw any other words at you:
I've seen a lot—“You melt.” “You cling to him.” "He grins." All that stuff.
Also: This isn't something I can provide an example for because it's something you feel with your heart, but humans are awkward! They are uncomfortable in romantic or other situations. They have humor that relates to culture, to past experiences, to real life.
GPT is only creating an illusion of that. True love, but make it under 10k. To me, GPT's generated stuff feels like a collab between Hallmark movies and Booktok. It utilizes shortcuts to make readers think of emotions as opposed to authors who evoke them.
↬ Unusual text formatting: I’m aware that there have been trends on here with certain formatting styles with bold and italics for example. I’ve seen it in the last two-ish years in fics themselves, but in the last few months, with the growing use of AI, it’s exponential.
How a human author would use italics: to emphasize a word in a sentence, when there is a written letter in a chapter (or even a text message), song lyrics, etc. You get it.
How AI uses italics: Well, for a first, it uses it a lot. No, I mean, like. A LOT. It won’t just emphasize one word out of the sentence, it will emphasize entire parts of it using italics, which isn’t something that was ever typical in a novel-like genre before. Quick example:
How a human author would use boldface: maybe to emphasize a word in a paragraph that's already italicized, or I know sometimes people use it to mark the passage of time/time jumps, etc. It's really not something you see a lot in the text itself otherwise, except for occasional stylistic choices with purpose, or in text message format again (or chat, like a social media AU etc), something of the sort.
How AI uses boldface: well. It uses it a lot. I've seen it in all sorts of ways. Randomly on a character's name, or the first time a character is mentioned in a story/chapter. Chatgpt uses boldface on character's names a lot. Or on words of a sentence that the AI considers "dark" or more harsh. Example:
(was that another religious metaphor? what a surprise!) But I think those examples speak for themselves.
What about the em dash? Everyone's talking about the em dash.
Yeah well—I'm a huge fan of the em dash. (the irony...) It's true that AIs use them a lot, but so do many authors including myself.
HOWEVER, I've noticed something, and it's that in many cases, humans use the em dash without spaces between the words—like this. And the AIs often put a space between the dash and the word — like that. Because you see one or the other doesn't necessarily prove anything, I know, but I still thought I'd mention it.
↬ Random indented text: This is also something that a human can do, I'm aware. But ChatGPT, by default, uses indented text a lot (which are 'blockquotes' over there). I think it's because at it's core, it's a research tool and it's more of a visual thing. It'll give you a paragraph and then emphasize something using an indentation, making it look like note-taking almost.
In the case of fiction, of a fic—it'll use that indentation on a dialogue often. To me, it feels like it's doing it for some sort of dramatic effect or something. As such:
(in this example, the prompt was simple: a handsome, mysterious man named Jinu 🤭 meets MC for the first time. I didn't input any other specifics regarding context. It seems GPT made the location some coffee shop, a common booktok trope.)
By the way, you can't make this up. You have it all here: the blockquote/indented text, the italics, the boldface, the vocabulary and succinct sentences...
⇉ Why it's important: When you copy paste directly from the GPT website onto tumblr, those blockquotes adopt the "Indented" text format from the tumblr text editor. By default—so it could be a decent indicator of AI-assisted or generated text that hasn't even been edited to look otherwise.
It looks like this.
↬ Oat milk? : There was no place for these observations in this post but it is almost humorous the way ChatGPT suggested or reused some of the same flavors and scents over and over during this experiment. If GPT was a real person, it would be really into coffees or teas with oat milk (often no ice for cold drinks, or extra hot for warm) and vetiver-centered scents. I don't know what to do with this information, but I cannot unsee it. It really likes eucalyptus too, tonka bean... I'm not sure what it means, but I truly cannot unsee it. #whowantsanoatmilkcappuccino
↬ The rate at which works are posted: It takes a lot of time to write 10k words, and that's before all the revising, formatting, making your post banners (if applicable) etc. To be able to release this much every week is any author's wet dream, which would be desirable by many readers. But there's decent speed, then there's inhuman.
We all want to be this productive—but is it actually realistic? Over extended periods of time? Without periods of quiet, of struggle? Could even Stephen King himself pull it off? Run a blog full-time, answer asks elaborately with all this formatting (btw, it does take time to format on tumblr if you're not just copy/pasting from GPT), upkeep lore posts about our fics (GPT loves lore, by the way. don't know why. it really wants to give you lore and build around its own scenes), have little to no downtime.
This is really just my personal opinion, but this is how I know my author is human. A lack of time. Struggles. A crack in the porcelain. Incomplete WIPs, genuine excitation over them though. Incomplete events—but still trying. Trying different things in different stories. A voice that is theirs. Having a voice in the first place.
Writing out of passion and not as a performative act.
So... A continuous flow of content and posts... would bring in a lot of readers, I'm sure. People want to be entertained. Constantly. They want content and they want it from a reliable source, somewhere they know they won't have to wait for the next chapter. But when things are too good to be true—sometimes, it just means they are not true.
In conclusion—if anybody even made it this far—it can be difficult to spot a GPT in the wild when you've never seen it, or never known that you've seen it. Hopefully, this and miss cb's post would have been any help to those for whom it is the case.
At the very least, I hope it made a few people aware that it is a situation that is happening not just in other places, other fandoms, or just hypothetically. It is very real. And it will have an impact on the culture that you will consume in the future. I would love to say that it's not to late to change things, but I'm not sure it would be true.
But maybe, by making people a little more aware, we can give their voices back to some human authors, those who use their souls as ink—not shortcuts.
If you did make it to here, thank you—thank you for caring about what you read, and for encouraging and supporting the people who write it.
damn okayyy as helpful as those posts are, i can’t help but think they’re also unintentionally giving AI users a roadmap.
and the worst part? we have to talk about it. like really THANK YOU to those writers who spend a lot of time on those kind of posts. because it’s not like we can just stay silent and hope it goes away. you need to call out the patterns so people are aware. it’s necessary.
BUT every time someone breaks down the “signs of AI writing” it’s basically giving AI users a cheat sheet.
"here’s what sounds fake" and then they’re in gpt like: ‘fix the awkward dialogue, make it sound less like this, don't use em dash, don't use metaphore, etc..’
boom. now it’s harder to detect. and you just unknowingly trained the thing you’re trying to expose. i appreciate those posts so much but the more you call it out, the more it trains the system.
it’s a lose lose cycle. we either stay quiet and let AI flood the space unnoticed, or we speak up and give it and their users a cheat sheet. either way, it gets smarter.
so what’s the conclusion? idk. stop using AI? obviously. stop giving AI users helpful red flag checklists? maybe... but also people need to know what’s happening?? there’s no right answer anymore. tech is getting too insane to keep up. s'just depressing in the most heartbreaking way.
this is the 9th member!oc (meena) x skz mlist | meena's profile
Imagines | drabbles
ot8(/9)
⟢ blackout in skz dorm (tags : imagine, platonic!skz x oc!meena, funny)
lee minho
⟢ pottery class log (tags : drabble, paboracha x oc!meena)
hwang hyunjin
⟢ pottery class log (tags : drabble, paboracha x oc!meena)
han jisung
⟢ pottery class log (tags : drabble, paboracha x oc!meena)
smau | kakaotalk
ot8(/9) group chat (✨9braincells✨)
⟢ when meena starts her period in public other members coming soon !
bang chan
⟢ you lost the handcuffs keys (tags : drabble, bf!bangchan, light smut, crack)
lee know
⟢ you tried to seduce him with a sexy dance... (tags: drabble, bf!lee know, crack) NEW
hwang hyunjin
⟢ you run out of protections (tags : drabble, bf!hyunjin, light smut, crack)
han jisung
⟢ it glows in the dark (tags : drabble, bf!jisung, light smut, crack)
other members coming soon !
reactions ot8
⟢ when it's getting freaky but you clock out : hyung line | maknae line(tags : bf!skz x reader, crack, light smut)
⟢ when the bed gave up on life : hyung line | maknae line(tags : bf!skz x reader, crack, light smut)
⟢ when you slightly cut your finger : hyung line | maknae line(tags : bf!skz x reader, crack, mild injury)
⟢ when he gets sick : hyung line | maknae line (tags : bf!skz x reader, crack)
⟢ tantric sex ??? : hyung line | maknae line (tags : bf!skz x reader, crack, light smut)
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⟢ when he gets sick : hyung line | maknae line (tags : dad!skz x f!reader, crack, fluff)
running out of protections aka everybody's sooo creative! (bf!hyunjin x reader)
drabble | bf!hyunjin x reader au
genre: very light smut (just in case…but mostly crack) | crack warnings: mature suggestive content | language
summary: you’re finally about to get SOME with your boyfriend but... uh oh. no condoms. disaster strikes. hyunjin, ever the dramatic creative genius, tries to solve the problem… with plastic wrap.
a/n : please do NOT try this at home lol. saran wrap is for leftovers, not your love life. don't forget to wrap it before you tap it you hoes
you’re on the bed.
it’s late. the lights are low. spotify is playing something vaguely sexy but honestly you stopped noticing the music after the second makeout session.
his hands are everywhere. your shirt? pushed up. his sweatpants? around one ankle. your legs? tangled. your breath? gone.
he’s kissing down your neck, moaning into your skin. his hand slides into your underwear and jesus take the wheel, you gasp.
it’s happening. this is it.
you are moments away from finally doing the deed after a week of teasing, bad timing, and one horrifying moment when changbin walked in to borrow toothpaste.
hyunjin pauses “wait”
you open your eyes, dazed “huh?”
“condom?” he breathes, blinking down at you, lips red and pupils blown.
you blink back. “drawer?”
he nods. dramatic. heroic. pants halfway down, he dives off the bed and immediately trips over a hoodie on the floor and faceplants into the carpet.
you roll your eyes“oh my god.”
hyunjin muffled “i’m fine.”
he army crawls to the nightstand, still pantsless. opens the top drawer. freezes. opens the second one. then… the third. silence.
“…hyunjin???” no answer. you sit up. “what’s wrong.”
he turns slowly, face pale “we’re out.”
you blink. “no we’re not. check again.”
“i did. twice. and i even looked in the emergency sock.”
you gasp. “not the emergency sock.”
“it’s EMPTY. we’re animals”
you sigh, disappointed and… yeah, a little frustrated “okay. well. then it’s over. no big deal.”
“no big deal??” he gasps. “BABE. my body was READY. my soul is NAKED.”
you cross your arms “well i’m not doing anything without protection”
he sits up slowly, a glint in his eyes “i’ll make one”
you pause “what.”
he stands. “i’ll make one”
“…what.”
“i have saran wrap. and tape.”
“WHAT.”
he’s already sprinting to the kitchen. you chase after him in nothing but a tshirt.
“hyunjin don’t you DARE”
“i’m doing this FOR US” he calls, yanking open drawers “for SAFETY. for SCIENCE. for SEX.”
he slams a roll of plastic wrap on the counter like a mad scientist.
“okay, so if i fold it like this...”
“STOP.”
“...and wrap it twice for protection”
“STOP RIGHT THERE.”
“...and add a little masking tape”
“ARE YOU TRYING TO GET AN INFECTION??”
he spins around “NO I’M TRYING TO GET SOME AFFECTION”
you grab the saran wrap. he clutches it like a child losing his blankie.
“hwang hyunjin, if you put leftover sandwich wrap on your dick, i will call your mom”
he gasps “low blow”
“this entire situation is a low blow”
“you’re just mad you didn’t think of it first”
“OH MY GOD”
he folds his arms “then what’s the point of me learning origami if i can’t use it for sex”
“you are NOT learning origami you maniac!”
“...okay, true. but i believe in myself”
you groan, grab two capri suns from the fridge, and drag him back to the couch like a toddler mid tantrum.
cut to: 20 minutes later.
you’re both in pajamas. face masks on. watching a baking show. sipping capri sun like nothing happened.
he looks over, sad “we were so close. i had a plan.”
you side eye him. “you were going to macgyver a condom”
“and?”
“you were about to stick your dick in a taco shaped plastic balloon.”
“it would’ve been beautiful.”
you smirk. “baby, you have a hot face. but your brain is held together by string cheese”
he grins proudly “you think i have a hot face?”
you stare at him “you literally tried to commit craft based cock crimes.”
he shrugs “if loving you means turning into a DIY guru, so be it.”
you chuckle. “okay, guru. next time, just… restock.”
he grabs your hand. dramatic. “i’ll buy a whole box. i’ll buy ten. i’ll get a COSTCO MEMBERSHIP”
you: “okay now that’s hot.”
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ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au
genre: crack | spicy (light smut)
warnings: language | suggestive content
a/n : okay so i kept seeing those tantric yoga/sex imagines posts and i was like wow this is so cool, so deep and sexy… so i wanted to make my version of it (and ruin it). ur welcome and i’m sorry. namaste.
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bang chan
“wanna try something new tonight?”
“sure baby. anything”
“cool. it’s tantric sex”
“...sounds hot.”
“it’s more about connection, patience, breathing...”
“still sounds hot.”
he smiles. pure. supportive. trusting.
like a fool.
flash forward that night :
you’re in candlelight. the lights are low. soft music playing. you’re sitting on a yoga mat. he’s opposite you, sitting like a confused cat.
so you say: “let’s just start by breathing together.”
he nods. deep inhale. deep exhale. okay. cool. he's got this. he can do breathwork.
20 minutes later :
his back hurts. his thighs are tense. his dick is yelling in australian: oi mate wtf is this??!
and you haven’t TOUCHED him once. he’s been hard. your silk robe has a vendetta against his sanity. his fingers are twitching.
you scoot closer, straddle him gently, place your hands on his shoulders.
“just breathe with me baby”
he does. he nods. he’s trying. but inside????
BRAIN :
"this is a cult"
"she tricked us"
"you wrote a whole song called ‘railway’ and now you can’t even move"
"when do we get to SEE A TIT"
“you’re doing so good” you whisper.
his dick twitches. he’s about to ascend or explode. maybe both.
you rest your forehead against his. he breathes in. you breathe out. he bites his lip.
“baby” he rasps “are we… gonna… do anything?”
you blink “we are doing something”
“no like…” he gestures toward your chest. then your mouth. then down “doing doing. not… aura syncing”
you giggle “this is connection”
“i’m connected to pain”
you roll your eyes.
“can i just… kiss you?” his voice breaks on it “like just... lips. anything.”
so you finally kiss him. and he moans LOUD. he grabs your hips.
“you sure this is tantric? this isn’t just edging for monks??”
you laugh so hard you nearly fall off his lap. he’s breathing heavy. flushed. sweaty. horny. existential. you pull him down gently onto the mat. cuddle into his side.
“thank you for trying something new with me”
“yeah” he croaks “next time let’s try something with more thrusting and less... deep breathing”
lee know
“it’s about breathing and connection” you explain softly
“and the sex part?” he asks, already suspicious.
“it’s slow… controlled… we don’t even have to touch at first”
he stares “so it’s emotional blue balls.”
“minho”
“cool. got it. can’t wait.”
the next night :
ten minutes in, you're sitting cross legged, eye contact locked, barely touching. your breathing syncs. your heartbeat calms.
you whisper “can you feel the energy between us?”
he nods. deadpan “yeah. it’s horny.”
you giggle and gently adjust your posture then you close your eyes again.
“minho, just let yourself be present.”
“i am present” he mutters “presently waiting to ruin you”
you move to sit in his lap, your foreheads pressed together now. he breathes in. then out. then you breathe. soft. quiet. and he? he leans close to your ear, whispering:
“...i could’ve made you cum twice already.”
you choke “MINHO”
“just saying. in case we forgot what real sex feels like”
you try to push through. try to keep the vibe going. but now he’s full menace:
“you’re sitting wrong. straighten your spine”
“what kind of breath was that? are you okay?”
“you’re blinking too much. are you even present?”
“my legs are numb. is enlightenment supposed to hurt??”
you hit him with a pillow. he smirks.
“we done? can i finally show you how i do spiritual connection?”
you sigh, melting into his lap “fine. but next time we do it right”
“next time we do it naked. and with biting.”
post mindblowing sex:
you’re both sprawled out on the mat, sweaty, glowing, exhausted.
you're panting “that wasn’t very tantric of you”
“it was transformative”
“you lasted two minutes before flipping me over”
“exactly. i connected with my true self. he’s feral”
you throw the robe over his face. he just pulls you closer.
changbin
“i wanna try something new with you”
he perks up immediately. eyes big. voice deep. eyebrows wiggling. “yeah ?”
you grin “tantric sex”
…
his brain : "something SEX. keyword : SEX"
he nods “hell yeah.”
has absolutely no idea what that means. he googles it on the toilet later. reads: “meditative sensuality that transcends physical climax”
his brain stops processing after “sensuality”. sex. with extra steps. got it.
fast forward to that night. you’re sitting across from him. candles lit. pillows on the floor. the vibes are peaceful. sensual. you’re in a silky robe. he’s in gym shorts and an oversized tee
he’s already hard. literally just from you lighting a candle and smiling.
you press your palms together, eyes closed “we’re going to focus on our breathing. connect spiritually”
changbin nods "and then you ride me?"
"no binnie. not yet. just breathe with me.”
he obeys. one breath. two. three. he peeks open one eye.
...you are still not riding him.
20 minutes in.
you’re on his lap, straddling him, foreheads touching, both of you just… breathing. he is sweating. hard.
“you okay, baby?” you whisper sweetly.
“no”
“why not?”
he grips your thighs “i am experiencing psychological warfare”
you giggle “this is supposed to be relaxing”
“your robe keeps slipping and your boob is RIGHT there”
he stares at it like it personally ruined his life “where’s the SEX” he explodes, hands flailing dramatically “you said tantric SEX. i haven’t even gotten to suck on a titty.”
you gasp “changbin??”
“this is like...emotional blue balls” he groans.
you try to calm him down “it’s about delaying gratification. like building tension. connecting.”
“i AM connected. i’m connected to my suffering.”
you fall over laughing. he glares at the ceiling. you finally kiss him. slow. lingering. he groans into it like an animal.
you tug at his shirt. he gasps “…is this the sex now?”
you nod. he moans and pounces. collapses on top of you like he's been starving.
“never again” he pants “that was worse than leg day”
you grin “but now you’ll last longer”
“babe. if i don’t nut in 0.2 seconds after all that, it’s a miracle”
hyunjin
“we should try tantric sex” you say one night, mid cuddle, in your softest tone.
hyunjin’s like: “ooh… exotic… i’m listening?”
“it’s about breath, connection, presence...”
“mm sexy presence” he nods
“...slowing down, feeling the tension…”
he grins “baby. my middle name is tension”
...it is not.
the next night, you set the mood. candles. soft silk. music that makes your chakras hum. he shows up like it’s foreplay time hair tied, wearing his “i’m hot and vulnerable” robe that shows off his chest.
“i’m ready” he says. “let me be your spiritual slut.”
“we’re not touching yet.”
“??”
“we’re going to breathe together”
“okay. okay sure. breathing is good. sexy even”
ten minutes in, you’re sitting cross legged, eyes closed, hands barely grazing. hyunjin? he’s glistening. not sweating. glistening. his lips are parted. chest rising too fast. he makes a tiny frustrated whimper every third breath.
“you okay?”
he nods. quickly “just really connected right now.”
“aw <3”
him: internally shrieking
you’re peaceful. soft. glowing.
“…am i allowed to blink?”
“yes”
“okay but your robe’s open a little and my soul left my body”
“breathe, hyunjin”
“i am breathing. heavily. because i can see your boobs.”
you give him a look. he adjusts his posture. shuts up. tries again. you move to straddle his lap. place your forehead gently against his.
he gasps.
you whisper “stay in the moment.” he nods again. vibrating like a purring cat “this is good” you whisper.
he whispers back “this is torture”
“baby”
“i wanna kiss you so bad my soul is clenching”
you giggle. he does not. he looks haunted.
twenty five minutes in:
“baby.”
“yes?”
“i love you.”
“…i love you t-”
“can i lick your neck. please. just once.”
“no!”
he whines “okay but can i imagine licking your neck.”
“hyunjin!”
“in a spiritual way!”
at minute 30, you shift on his lap and he gasps LOUDER. he’s on the verge of tears.
“i’m trying so hard” he chokes “but your aura is sitting directly on my dick and i’m starting to see colors”
you crack. laughing. hard.
he pouts “why are you laughing at my tantric journey?”
you cup his cheek “because you’re insane”
“i’m passionate. and hard”
finally, after an hour of breathing, near touches, and spiritual blue balls... you kiss him. his soul leaves his body. you feel the relief in his whole being. he kisses back like he's possessed. or like he just crawled out of the desert and found water.
he mutters between kisses “never again”
“but wasn’t it-”
“NEVER. AGAIN.”
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