Ruby

Requests are open ☆ She/her ☆ 19 yo

[silly1billy]

⋆˚࿔Masterlist˚⋆࿔

Fluff ❤️| Angst 💔| Smut ❤️‍🔥|

Rules

Straykids

Cortis

More to come...

[silly1billy]

bro ik your done with mall date imagines but oh well. okay get this martin from cortis yesss mhmmm and it’s yalls maybe third date and it’s at the mall. he gets you matching plushies or keychains SOMETHING aaannndddd yall do the photobooth thing where yall share yalls first kiss 😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇 and this might sound weird, but since he’s 6’3”, could you mention something about him being so tall? 😭😭😭 sorry bae thanks so much 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

~ Close Enough ~

All these mall requests 🥀 JK i lowve any requests yall give 🥹

pairing: Martin x Short!F!Reader

genre: fluff

word count: Around 1.000

warnings: none

The mall isn’t even that busy, which kinda feels like a small miracle.

It’s a slow afternoon, the lights just a little too bright. You’re walking next to Martin, close enough that your sleeves keep brushing. Not holding hands, but close enough to know neither of you wants more space. 😏

He keeps slowing his steps without realizing it.

Not because he’s distracted. It’s because his legs are stupidly long, and you’ve already pointed out how unfair it is that he’s six three and still walks like he forgets he’s built like that. You tease him again when you have to speed up, and he laughs, dipping down slightly so he doesn’t miss what you say.

“Sorry,” he says, even though you didn’t ask him to be.

You tell him it’s fine, but he still adjusts his pace, matching yours on purpose now. Every time you stop to look at something, he stops too, turning toward's you.

You wander into a small gift shop packed with glitter pens, novelty toys, and rows of tiny plushies lined up like they’re waiting to be chosen. He drifts toward them without thinking, picks one up, its small and soft with button eyes. He turns it over in his hands, thumb brushing the fabric.

Then he reaches for another one. Same plush, different color.

He holds them up between you, glancing at your face like he’s bracing himself.

“Matching!” he says

You nod immediately. No pause. His smile comes quick, like he’s relieved you didn’t laugh. He pays before you can say anything, carefully slips yours into your bag, and u pretend not to notice how pleased he looks when you clip his onto his keys right away. You catch him touching it a few minutes later, just to make sure it’s still there.

The photo booth happens without planning it.

It’s tucked near the arcade, curtain half open, the sign buzzing like it’s barely hanging on. You joke about how old it is, how nobody really uses these anymore. He looks at it, then at you, shoulders lifting in a small shrug.

“We should.”

Inside, the space is smaller than you expect. Your knees brush his as you sit, and suddenly you’re very aware of how big he is, how broad his shoulders are, how he has to hunch slightly so his head doesn’t hit the top. The seat creaks when he shifts closer, and his arm settles behind you.

The first click goes off.

You’re both smiling, a little stiff, still aware of the camera.

Second click. He glances down at you instead of the lens, expression softer, like he forgot why you’re even in here.

Third click. You lean toward him without really deciding to, your shoulder brushing his chest. His hand tightens just a little at your waist.

Then the fourth click starts counting down.

He hesitates for half a second, like he’s checking if this is okay. When you don’t pull away, he bends down, careful even now, moving slow enough that you can change your mind if you want to.

You don’t

The kiss lands right as the flash goes off. Just enough to make your chest feel tight in a good way

When the strip prints, neither of you reaches for it right away.

He’s still smiling when you step out of the booth, straightening to his full height again, towering like he forgot where he was. After a second, he offers you his hand, fingers warm when you take them, grip steady like he’s more sure now than he was before.

The rest of the evening drifts by quickly. Sharing snacks. Walking past store windows. Standing close without thinking about it.👅 Later, you slide the photo strip into your phone case next to the matching plush keychain.

Every time you see it, you remember how he had to bend down just to kiss you.

And how he waited until the fourth click to do it.

[silly1billy]

Stray Kids Masterlist

All-

Stray Kids as Your Amusement Park Dates ❤️

Stray Kids Pampering Night Headcanons ❤️

Taking Care Of You With A Headache ❤️

Bangchan-

Sleepless With You ❤️❤️‍🔥

Coastline ❤️

Lee Know-

Married Leeknow x fem!reader ❤️

The Taste Of Summer ❤️

Changbin-

Taking a break ❤️

Hyunjin-

Fake texts ❤️

A Day at the Mall ❤️

Han-

Rain check ❤️

Felix-

Melt into me ❤️❤️‍🔥

More Than Enough❤️

Seungmin-

Soon...

Jeongin-

Winter’s Warmth ❤️

[silly1billy]

hey baddie would you mind me disrupting your retirement for u to write a keonho soft imagine, maybe like a chill but sweet date. maybe like going to an arcade or something and then getting ice cream afterwards? idk something like that hehe. thanks so much 💕💕

~ Extra Tokens ~

No its ok, i need to come back guys (im not a huge fan of Cortis so i hope he acts like himself lol)😭🥀 Ps Send in Requests! <3

pairing: Ahn Keonho x F!Reader

genre: fluff

word count: Around 700-800

warnings: none

you meet keonho outside the arcade and he’s already there, leaning against the wall with his hands tucked into his jacket sleeves. he keeps shifting his weight like he can’t stand still. when he spots you, his face brightens immediately, like he forgot everything else he was thinking about.

“hey,” he says, a little breathless, like he jogged over even though he definitely didn’t.

“hey,” you reply, smiling.

he hesitates for half a second before reaching for your hand, fingers brushing yours first, like he’s checking if it’s okay. when you don’t pull away, he laces your fingers together and squeezes once, relieved.

inside, he looks around like a kid who just got dropped into his favorite place. he points things out excitedly, tugging you along from one machine to another, talking about which ones he’s good at and which ones are “rigged.”

“we should start with something easy,” he decides.

“that doesn’t sound like you,” you tease.

he scoffs. “i’m being strategic.”

you end up at the racing games. he rolls his shoulders, cracks his knuckles dramatically, and gives you a confident look. halfway through the race, you pass him, and his jaw drops.

“no way,” he mutters, leaning closer to the screen like that’ll help.

you win. by a lot.

he stares at the results, then looks at you, then back at the screen. “i wasn’t even trying.”

“you absolutely were.”

he laughs, loud and genuine, bumping his shoulder into yours. “okay, okay. rematch later. don’t get cocky.”

next is the claw machine. his mood shifts completely. suddenly he’s quiet, focused, eyes narrowed like this is the most important thing he’s done all day. he studies the angles, the timing, the way the claw drops.

“don’t talk to me,” he says seriously. “i need to concentrate.”

you bite your lip to keep from laughing.

the claw comes down, grabs the plushie for half a second, then drops it. keonho exhales slowly and rests his forehead against the glass.

“…wow.”

“that hurt,” you say softly.

“it’s fine,” he says, though his tone says otherwise.

you take a turn and mess it up even faster. keonho immediately lights up, clapping and cheering like you just pulled off something incredible.

“that was close,” he says earnestly. “you almost had it.”

“you’re such a liar.”

“i’m encouraging you,” he replies, grinning.

after a while, you both get hungry. you sit on a bench near the entrance with a basket of fries between you. he steals one without thinking, then freezes mid-bite.

“…sorry.”

you push the basket closer to him. “you don’t have to ask.”

his ears turn pink. “thanks.”

he talks more than usual while you eat. little comments, dumb observations, quiet jokes meant just for you. every time you laugh, he smiles like that was the goal all along.

when you finally step outside for ice cream, the night air feels nice. keonho walks on the side closer to the street automatically, like it’s instinct. he keeps glancing over at you, checking if you’re okay, if you’re cold.

he orders vanilla without hesitation.

“boring,” you tease.

“reliable,” he corrects, nudging your shoulder. “just like me.”

you sit on the curb with your cones, knees brushing. ice cream drips down your fingers and keonho immediately hands you napkins, fussing a little.

“you’re messy,” he says fondly.

“so are you,” you shoot back.

he laughs, wiping his hands. after a moment, his voice softens.

“today was nice.”

“yeah,” you say, turning to look at him.

he nods, eyes warm. “i like days like this. no schedule. no pressure. just hanging out with you.”

there’s a quiet moment after that. not awkward, but comfortable

“next time,” he says, holding out his pinky, “i’ll actually win you a prize.”

“promise?” you ask, looping your pinky with his.

“promise,” he says, squeezing his pinky to yours gently

when you stand to leave, he nudges you lightly with his shoulder.

“race you to the car?” he asks, grin wide.

you laugh and take off, but he catches you easily. he wraps his arms around you from behind, lifting you just a little before setting you back down.

“cheater,” you say, laughing.

“never,” he replies, smiling softly as he brushes your hair back into place.

you fall into step beside him, his arm settling loosely around your shoulders. neither of you says anything, but it feels like enough, walking together like this, like the night belongs to just the two of you.

[silly1billy]

~ The Taste Of Summer ~

hey bbg's 👅👅👅

pairing: Lee Know x f!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 700

warnings: none

The roof was still warm from the sun as you sat next to Lee Know, your legs dangling over the ledge. Summer in the city was always sooo hot and sticky, the kind that made you NEEEEED ice and shade.

You handed him the popsicle you’d been keeping cool in your insulated bag—he took the red one, of course. Cherry.

“I still think you packed too many,” he said, unwrapping it. “There’s no way we’re eating six of these.”

“Bold of you to assume I brought them to share vro” you teased, opening your own. “I just let you have one because I’m nice.”

He snorted and took a bite, lips turning red almost instantly. “Remind me to repay you with snacks next time. Maybe fried chicken.”

You smiled at that. “Deal.”

It was quiet for a while. The sounds of the city below with the loud ahh bird's. You glanced over to find Lee Know leaned back on his hands, eyes half-closed as the light hit his face just right. His hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, and his skin looked golden in the sunset. He had juice running down his wrist.

“You’re making a mess,” you said, pointing.

He blinked and looked down at the trail of liquid sliding past his palm. “So?”

“So that’s disgusting.”

“It’s part of eating it” he said, shrugging as he sucked at the edge of the popsicle. “It’s not a real summer unless you end up sticky😏 and sunburned.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Gross. You’ve got stuff on your face too.”

He glanced at you. “Then clean it for me.”

You blinked. “Like… you want me to wipe it off?”

“No,” he said, grinning now. “I meant kiss it off. Obviously.”

You stared at him, unsure if he was joking, until he leaned in just slightly, enough to close the space without rushing it. His expression wasn’t really teasing now. The smile softened at the edges, turning more shy than smug. You knew that look. It always showed up when he was trying to act smooth, but his heart was in it.

So you leaned in too.

The kiss was simple, with just the taste of cherry on his lips and heat in the air around you. His mouth was cold from the popsicle, but soft.

“You taste like cherry,” you said.

“I was hoping you'd notice,” he replied, trying to sound cool… and immediately ruining it by wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in the least romantic way possible.

You laughed and handed him a napkin from your pocket. “You’re hopeless.”

“Hey, I’m charming,” he said, accepting it and cleaning at his face.

The sky changed from orange to pink as the sun set lower. You leaned your head on his shoulder, your half-finished popsicle forgotten in your hand. He didn’t move away—just bumped his shoulder lightly against yours and let out a quiet sigh.

“Let’s do this again next week,” he said. “Same time, but more popsicles.”

“More napkins, too,” you added.

He smiled. “Only if you promise to kiss the mess off again.”

You laughed softly, already nodding. “Deal.”

[silly1billy]

in honor of summer, can we have a beach day imagine with bang chan while the reader and him are visiting his family in Australia?

~ Coastline ~

I have been waiting for one like this 👅

pairing: Bangchan x f!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 400

warnings: none

chan woke you up by tossing a damp towel onto your legs.

“we’re leaving in ten,” he said, already in swimshorts and eating a banana. “mum made sandwiches.”

the beach was a short drive away—windows down, music low, his younger sister in the backseat arguing about aux. chan just drove with one arm resting on the window, sunglasses on, humming every now and then.

once you got there, it was the usual mess of towels, bags, and someone realizing they forgot the sunscreen. his family staked out a good spot, and within minutes, kids were sprinting straight into the water, yelling like it was the olympics.

you sat on the sand with your feet buried and watched chan get dragged into a beach game with his cousins. he was surprisingly decent, and only tripped once trying to catch a ball—blamed the ground, obviously.

“stop laughing,” he said, walking back toward you with a smirk, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. he dropped down next to you and shook water all over you just to be annoying.

you eventually went into the water, where he tried to teach you how to body surf but mostly just ended up getting dunked by a wave and losing one of his earrings 💔🥀 .

after a few hours, everyone regrouped under the umbrella, eating slightly squished sandwiches and salty chips. chan handed you a cold drink and nudged your knee with his.

“not bad, right?” he asked, staring out at the ocean.

you just nodded, biting into a sandwich that tasted like sunscreen and sand, but in a kinda ok way.

he grinned. “i told you aussie beaches were the best.”

you didn’t argue.

[silly1billy]

Heyyy 😃 Would you be up for writing stray kids taking care of the reader when the reader is suffering from a headache? 👀 I get it if you don't do this! 🫶 Thank you anyway!! 😚

~ Taking Care of You with a Headache ~

pairing: Skz x f!reader genre: fluff word count: 900 warnings: none Absolutely I can! That’s such a sweet request!

🐺 Bang Chan

“Let’s get you comfy, sweetheart,” he says as he dims the lights and guides you to the couch.

Brings you water, painkillers, and a cold compress immediantly.

Speaks so softly it’s almost a whisper, and he rubs soothing circles on your back while you rest your head in his lap.

Wolf Chan sits on the arm of the couch. “He’s watching in case the headache tries anything.”

🐱 Lee Know

Acts casual, but he’s pretty quietly worried the whole time.

“Headache? Tch. Why didn’t you say so earlier?” (nonchalant ahh)

Carefully brushes your hair out of your face and tucks you into bed.

Refuses to turn on any lights and puts his phone on silent.

Makes you drink water almost every 15 minutes

🐖 Changbin

“Do you want water? A snack? A nap? A lullaby??”

Immediately dims the lights, grabs a hoodie for you, and offers you his lap with open arms.

His voice lowers so much to keep from making things worse, and he literally shushes the TV.

Tries not to move at all while you rest, even if his legs fall asleep.

🦙 Hyunjin

The moment you tell him your head hurts, he goes quiet — not like panicked, but focused. He takes things seriously when it comes to your well-being.

“Okay. You don’t have to do anything now. Just lie down,” he says, already dimming the lights and drawing the curtains without you asking.

He moves gently around the room, making everything softer: lights, sounds, even his own movements.

He brings you a cool towel for your forehead and dabs it on carefully.

“I’ll stay right here, okay?” He sits by your side, legs crossed, softly tracing shapes into your palm with his finger. A sun, a heart, a flower.

🐿 Han

He rambles softly just to keep your mind off the pain: nonsense stories, weird dreams, half-whispered jokes.

You fall asleep mid-sentence, and he freezes, phone still in hand. “Oops… sorry, baby.”

Covers you gently with his favorite hoodie.

Doesn’t leave your side unless it’s to make you tea—and even then, he keeps peeking in.

🐥 Felix

Instantly has to make you comfortable. “Oh, angel… come here.”

Gets your coziest hoodie, dims the lights, and climbs into bed with you just to hold you gently.

His voice drops into that low, soothing Felix tone, and he speaks in a whisper like you’re a fragile flower he’s protecting.

Doesn’t sleep until you do—he just lies there, watching over you.

🐶 Seungmin

Sarcastic but extremely efficient. “Oh, a headache? Sounds like you need a better boyfriend—luckily, I’m here.” 👅

Quietly sets you up in bed with water and your meds, turns off all screens, and lowers the blinds.

Sits nearby reading a book or doing something silently, just to be close in case you need anything.

Gives your hand a gentle squeeze now and then—not overbearing, just there.

🦊 I.N

Blinks at you with concern. “You’re hurting? Where? How much?”

hurries to get water, and when he returns, he’s all ready with a warm hoodie and soft blanket for you.

He speaks so softly and stays super still while you rest. You catch him watching you with worried eyes.

Whispers, “Feel better soon, okay? I’ll be right here.”

[silly1billy]

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[silly1billy]

can you write a really sweet fluff imagine with Felix? idec what the plot is I just need to find sweet Felix read

~ More Than Enough ~

pairing: Felix x f!reader genre: fluff word count: 550 warnings: none I hope you like ittt

You find him in the kitchen, bathed in the soft light of the golden hour. The windows are wide open, and the breeze is warm, carrying in the scent of flowers and a bit of street noise from the city below. Felix stands barefoot in front of the stove, hoodie sleeves rolled up and hair tucked messily into his headband.

And he’s humming. The quiet, sleepy kind of hum, just something he does when he feels at peace.

You lean against the doorway and don’t say anything. Just watch him for a minute. The way his shoulders sway gently with the rhythm, the soft way he stirs the pot in front of him. He’s making something. You don’t need to ask what—it already smells like your favorite soup.

He catches you watching and turns, eyes crinkling as he smiles. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

“I wasn’t sleeping.”

“Mm, but you looked cozy. Wanna go back and I’ll bring you a bowl?”

You shake your head and walk over, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “Wanna be cozy here.”

He chuckles, wrapping one arm around your waist without missing a beat. “You’re gonna make me burn the soup, babe.”

“I’ll forgive you.”

There’s a moment of silence as he just holds you there, stirring one-handed, your fingers hooked in the hem of his hoodie. The sun makes everything feel warm and golden. His freckles, the soft pink of his lips, even the gentle glow in his eyes when he glances down at you.

“You okay?” he asks softly, resting his chin on your head for a second.

You nod. “I am now.”

Felix always knows when something’s been weighing on you, even if you don’t say a word. He’s the kind of person who notices the little things.

“Come here,” he murmurs after a moment, turning off the stove and pulling you gently by the hand into the living room.

The two of you curl up on the couch, legs tangled, a soft blanket over your shoulders. Felix brings over two steaming bowls and sets them down carefully before tucking himself under the blanket with you again.

He feeds you the first spoonful like a drama lead, complete with an exaggerated wink. You pretend to roll your eyes but lean forward anyway. It’s warm. Just like him.

Later, when the bowls are empty and the sky’s turned lavender outside, he runs his fingers through your hair while your head rests on his chest.

“I love you,” he whispers. Just soft. No build-up. No drama. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You whisper it back, and he smiles into your hair. “Even when I burn the soup?”

“Especially then.”

[silly1billy]

Hii! Can I please request the skz boys when the reader drags them into a pampering night? With colorful facemasks, matching hairbands, nail painting and a lot of fluffiness?

~Stray Kids Pampering Night Headcanons~

pairing: Skz x f!reader

genre: fluff

word count: Around 780

warnings: none

Hii! Absolutely, that sounds adorable

🐺 Bang Chan

He pretends to act surprised like, “Wait, you want me to do this?” but he’s already wearing the fluffy wolf headband you gave him.

Tries to be helpful and starts reading the instructions on every product like it's a mission.

Genuinely enjoys how calming it is. His favorite part? When you gently apply the face mask for him.

“We should do this every week,” he murmurs, snuggled up next to you under a blanket, skin glowing and nails pastel blue.

🐱 Lee Know

Sassy. Judgy. But in his seat five seconds after you say “matching facemasks.”

“Why does mine look lopsided? Yours is symmetrical.” Secretly very into it.

Picks out a sleek black nail polish and acts nonchalant while showing off his hands afterward. “Cats need claws, you know.”

His Leebit headband matches yours, and even though he rolls his eyes, he adjusts it carefully so the ears sit perfectly.

🐖 Changbin

Loudly dramatic about it. “Y/N, are you trying to turn me into a beauty guru?!” as he settles in with a bright green facemask.

Laughs the entire time but keeps asking if his skin looks better every five minutes.

Lets you paint his nails glittery purple and tells you their his “manly sparkle.”

Insists Dwaekki gets a little mini facial too. You both end up doing it on a plushie with verrrrry much seriousness.

🦙 Hyunjin

He lives for this. Already had a Pinterest board ready.

Brought his own floral-scented masks and fancy rose gold nail polish. Treats the whole thing like a sacred ritual.

“Skin is art, Y/N. Let me transform you.” Applies your mask with a brush like he's painting a masterpiece.

Wears his headband with pride, and he absolutely documents the night with a Instagram story.

🐿 Han

Makes ten jokes a minute, especially when the cold mask touches his face. “Is this what frogs feel like?” (goofy ahh🥀)

Picks a rainbow of colors for his nails and insists they represent his complex emotions.

Constantly wiggles his fingers while you’re trying to paint them. “Oops. My instincts took over. 👅”

His favorite part is getting to just hang out with you.

🐥 Felix

So excited. His voice drops into that deep warm tone as he gushes, “I’ve never done this before but it looks so fun!”

Picks glittery pink masks and sunflower yellow polish to match you.

Treats it like a spa retreat. Lights a candle, puts on calming music, and keeps checking in to make sure you’re relaxed too.

Puts his BbokAri headband on you first, then himself. “Now we match 💛✨”

🐶 Seungmin

Dry sarcasm🥀💔. “This is my dream night,” he says, deadpan, while letting you stick a strawberry-scented sheet mask on his face.

Protests when you go for pastel pink nails—“Why not black?”—but leaves them on for days.

Surprisingly focussed when doing your nails. Holds your hand carefully, brows furrowed in concentration.

Wears the headband low over his eyes, pretending it’s for privacy, but he’s secretly enjoying every second.

🦊 I.N

Blushes immediately. “We’re doing what?” But the moment he sees your excited expression, he’s in.

Tries to act tough at first—“I don’t need skincare”—but is the most dramatic when his mask feels cold. “I’M FREEZING.”

Picks sparkly sky blue for his nails and insists he gets to paint one of yours too. Concentrates so hard, he sticks his tongue out while working. 👅

Can’t stop giggling when you show him how cute he looks in his FoxI.Ny headband. “Don’t post that—actually… send it to me first.”

[silly1billy]

shopping spree date at the mall with sassy hyunjin!!

~ A Day at the Mall ~

pairing: Hyunjin x f!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 500

warnings: none

tysmmm this was amazing to write SEND REQUESTS BBG'S🥀💔

“Don’t give me that look,” Hyunjin says as you step into the mall. “You agreed to this.”

“I agreed to come with you,” you reply. “I didn’t agree to being styled like one of your Pinterest boards.”

He scoffs, slipping his hand into yours without looking. “That’s literally what you signed up for when you started dating me.”

It’s a casual afternoon. No specific plans. Just walking around, grabbing food, and — in his words — “upgrading your wardrobe because someone has to do it.” 🥀💔

Hyunjin leads the way into one of his favorite stores. It’s full of structured jackets, muted colors, and clean lines. You linger by the basics, and he’s already on the other side of the store holding up clothes.

“Here,” he calls, tossing a hanger into your arms. “Trust me.”

“You didn’t even look at my size.”

“I know your size.”

You blink. “Should I be concerned that you’ve memorized it?”

“No,” he says. “You should be flattered.”

You try on a couple of pieces while he waits outside the fitting room, occasionally texting, occasionally peeking up to say, “Next one,” like he’s running a photoshoot.

One of the outfits makes you hesitate. It’s a little more fitted than what you usually wear, a little out of your comfort zone.

You step out slowly. “Be honest.”

He looks up, expression unreadable for a second too long. Then he just nods once, casually.

“Yeah. That’s the one.”

You tilt your head. “That’s it? No dramatic commentary?”

He shrugs. “What do you want me to say? You look good. Like, annoyingly good.”

It’s not said with a grin or anything performative. Just simple, matter-of-fact. Which somehow makes it better.

Afterwards, you wander into a few more stores — nothing serious. He buys a basic tee, says no to buying a ridiculous pair of sunglasses you dared him to try, and steals fries from your snack tray like they belong to him.

At one point, you sit on a bench near the second floor railing, overlooking the crowd below. You sip your drink, bags at your feet, Hyunjin next to you, scrolling through his phone with one hand, resting the other lightly against your knee.

It’s quiet, but not awkward.

You glance over. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?”

He doesn’t look up. “What?”

“Dragging me through stores. Playing stylist.”

He pauses, then sets his phone down and looks at you. “I just like hanging out with you. And it’s kind of fun watching you realize you look better in half the stuff you say ‘isn’t me.’”

You smirk. “So this is all a confidence boost?”

“Maybe,” he says. “Maybe I just like being right.”

You roll your eyes, and he leans back, brushing his fingers lightly over your hand.

“No pressure to buy anything,” he adds after a beat. “Just figured it’s better than sitting at home and ordering the same food for the fifth time this week.”

You smile, more to yourself than at him. “Yeah. This is better.”

He nudges your foot with his. “Knew I was right.”

[silly1billy]

~ Rain Check ~

pairing: Han x f!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 450

warnings: slightly suggestive

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You were curled on Han’s couch, wrapped in one of his hoodies, legs draped across his lap. A movie played softly in the background, but neither of you were really watching it. His hand was idly tracing patterns on your thigh—squiggles, circles, the occasional lazy heart. He wasn’t trying to start anything, not really. He just liked touching you. Like he needed the physical reminder you were real.

“You’re so warm,” you murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“That’s ’cause you’re literally stealing my body heat,” he said, smirking. “Not that I mind.”

You smiled, eyes drifting shut as the rain tapped gently against the windows.

“We were supposed to go out today,” you remembered suddenly.

“Rain check,” he said, pulling the blanket higher over you both. “I like this better anyway.”

You tilted your head to look at him. His hair was a little messy from napping earlier, and his lips were slightly pink, probably from chewing on them out of habit. He always looked soft like this—vulnerable, open. Yours.

“You know,” you said teasingly, “I’m not wearing anything under this hoodie.”

He raised an eyebrow slowly, gaze darkening just a touch. “You’re lying.”

You shrugged, smug. “Guess you’ll never know.”

He stared at you for a second before his fingers slid under the hem of the hoodie, brushing over your bare skin. His voice dropped.

“Dangerous game, babe.”

You laughed, half-flustered, half-thrilled. “I trust you.”

That made him pause. His eyes softened, and he leaned in, resting his forehead gently against yours.

“You know I’d never push anything,” he said, voice low but sincere. “Just being here with you like this—it’s already everything.”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I know. I just like teasing you.”

“You’re evil,” he whispered, grinning.

“You love it.”

He kissed you properly then—slow, sweet, like he had all the time in the world.

Outside, the rain kept falling. But inside, it was warm and quiet.

[silly1billy]

~ Melt Into Me ~

pairing: Felix x f!reader genre: fluff and smut word count: 1.3k warnings: smut, Felix calls y/n angel/baby/love An - GUYSSS Im finally back from my hiatus and im ready to make a bunch of fics for yall!

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The warmth of Felix’s laughter filled your apartment, a soft difference to the storm outside. You were curled up beside him on the couch, a random movie playing across the screen. The dim lighting cast shadows along the angles of his face, highlighting the curve of his jaw and the softness in his deep brown eyes.

You’d been dancing around this tension for weeks—months, even. The teasing touches, the too-long glances, the way his gaze always lingered just a second too long on your lips when you spoke. It was a slow burn, and you were starting to lose yourself in the heat of it.

Felix stretched, his hoodie rising just enough to reveal a flash of skin. You caught yourself staring, breath hitching as your eyes met his. He noticed, of course he did. A lazy smirk tugged at his lips.

“You keep looking at me like that,” he murmured, voice dipping low, dark with amusement, “I’m gonna start thinking you want something.”

You rolled your eyes, half-hearted at best. “Oh, please.”

He shifted closer, the scent of vanilla clinging to him like warmth. His fingers ghosted over your thigh, feather-light, innocent enough to pretend it meant nothing—dangerous enough to make your pulse skip.

“You sure?” His voice was barely a whisper, the space between you charged and shrinking by the second.

You turned toward him fully, your leg brushing his. The flicker in his eyes dropped to your lips again—this time, he didn’t bother to look away.

“Felix…” His name came out softer than you meant it to, edged in a plea.

He reached up, his fingertips brushing your jaw, turning your face gently toward his. “Say the word, angel,” he whispered, eyes locked to yours. “Tell me you want this.”

And you did.

Your fingers slid into his hair as he pulled you onto his lap, his hands anchoring at your waist like he’d been waiting forever to hold you like this. His lips met yours with a hunger that stole your breath, a kiss that said finally—a kiss that made the world fall away.

Felix kissed like he didn’t know how to stop. His hands roamed your sides, grounding you, shaping you, while his tongue teased at the seam of your lips until you let him in. You melted into him, sighing against his mouth as he pulled you closer, as if trying to merge you into one.

His fingers traced your spine, slow and deliberate, sending chills dancing across your skin. The contrast of his tenderness and intensity made your stomach twist in the best way. You rocked against him, and he groaned—low and guttural—as the tension coiled tighter between you.

“Fuck, angel,” he breathed, forehead resting against yours. His thumbs brushed soft circles on your hips as he tried to regain control. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You held his gaze, heart racing. “Then show me.”

Something shifted in his expression—something dark. His grip tightened as he flipped you onto your back, the couch dipping under the sudden weight. Strands of blond hair fell into his eyes as he hovered over you, gaze drinking you in like a man starved.

He leaned down, pressing a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck, pausing at your pulse point to suck lightly, teeth scraping just enough to make you gasp.

“So needy already,” he teased, voice warm with amusement and thick with desire. “And I’ve barely even touched you.”

His hands slipped under your shirt, fingertips staining you as they skimmed along your skin. He pulled the fabric over your head with ease, tossing it aside before his mouth continued. His kisses slowed, his breath hot against your chest as he whispered praise against your skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, kneading your hips like he was trying to memorize every curve. The sweetness in his voice only made the hunger in his eyes more intense.

But that sweetness didn’t last. His patience cracked, his thigh sliding between yours, grinding upward just enough to make your breath catch. His hands turned firmer, claiming you like he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You want me to take my time?” he asked, lips brushing your ear. “Or do you want me to ruin you?”

Your body responded before your words did, arching into him, need written in your breath.

“Ruin me,” you whispered, voice trembling with anticipation.

His mouth crashed onto yours, hot and demanding. You moaned into the kiss, your fingers tugging at his hoodie until he broke away just long enough to yank it over his head.

Your breath caught. Felix was all lean muscle and golden skin, warm and breathtaking. You let your hands wander, tracing the dips and lines of him.

“Fuck, Felix,” you breathed, awed and aching all at once.

He grinned, wicked and breathless. “You like what you see, angel?”

You only nodded, reaching for his belt. He leaned in, lips brushing your neck as he whispered, “Good.”

In a blur of kisses and breathless laughter, your clothes fell away, leaving you bare beneath him. His eyes swept over you like you were art he didn’t know he was allowed to touch.

“you’re perfect,” he whispered.

His fingers teased along your inner thigh before sliding between your legs, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you whimper. Your hips bucked, your fingers clutching at his shoulders for grounding.

“Please, Felix,” you gasped, already trembling.

He chuckled softly against your skin, fingers slick with your need. “Please what?”

“Please—fuck me,” you said, breathless and aching.

And he did. One smooth thrust filled you, and the world tipped on its axis. You clung to him, moaning as he moved, slow at first, deep and deliberate.

“Shit,” he growled, burying his face in your neck. “You feel so fucking good.”

You matched his rhythm, your hips rising to meet his every thrust. Every brush of his lips, every whispered “baby” against your ear, unraveled you more.

His pace quickened, the pressure building, the sound of skin against skin and ragged breaths filling the room. You were lost in him—in the heat, the weight, the way he moved like he was made for you.

Your body tightened around him, the coil snapping as pleasure tore through you. You cried out his name, hands in his hair, nails dragging down his back. He followed moments later with a groan, your name a bit broken on his lips.

As the tremors faded, Felix collapsed beside you, breathless and warm. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close like he never wanted to let go.

“You okay, love?” he murmured, brushing damp strands from your face.

You nodded, still catching your breath, your body molded to his.

He reached for the blanket, tugging it over both of you before pulling you snug against his chest. His fingers traced soft patterns along your spine, soothing you.

“Stay here,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll get you some water.”

When he returned, he gave you the glass, the other hand gently rubbing circles into your thigh.

“You did so well,” he said softly, affection in his voice.

He set the glass aside and drew you back into his arms. Your head rested against his chest, his heartbeat was soft.

“Get some rest, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing you as he played with your fingers.

Wrapped in his arms, you let your eyes drift closed, knowing you’d never feel safer than this.

[silly1billy]

~ Taking a Break ~

pairing: Changbin x f!reader genre: fluff word count: 560

Changbin was in the middle of his workout, his brows furrowed in concentration as he lifted weights, arms flexing under the gym lights. His hoodie was long discarded, leaving him in a fitted tank top that showed off just how much effort he put into training. You had tagged along, claiming you just wanted to “spend time” with him, but in reality, you just loved watching him.

At first, it was kind of fun—seeing him get all serious, his lips slightly parted as he focused on his form. But after a while? Boring.

He had been at this for at least forever.

“Binnie,” you called sweetly, swinging your legs from your seat on the nearby bench. No response.

He had his earbuds in, lost in his own little world. Okay, plan B.

Standing up, you padded over to him and gently poked his bicep. Nothing. You poked again—still nothing. Your pout deepened. Fine. He asked for this.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your cheek against his back. “Binnie,” you whined dramatically, dragging out his name like a child asking for candy.

That got his attention. He sighed, setting the dumbbells down and pulling out one earbud. “Babe,” he said, amusement clear in his voice. “What are you doing?”

“Distracting you,” you answered shamelessly, squeezing him a little tighter. “You’ve been working out forever. Pay attention to me.”

His low chuckle vibrated through his chest. “It’s been, like, twenty minutes.”

“Exactly! That’s so long.” You pulled away slightly, moving to stand in front of him with your arms crossed. “I think you’ve worked out enough for today.”

Changbin tilted his head at you, lips twitching as if he was trying to hold back a smile. “You just want attention, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” you admitted with a shrug. “Is that so bad?”

He sighed in an exaggerated manner, shaking his head like you were such a handful, but the fondness in his eyes betrayed him. “And what do you suggest I do instead of working out?”

“Cuddle me,” you said instantly, stepping closer and pressing your palms against his chest. “I’m much more fun than lifting weights.”

Changbin raised an eyebrow, pretending to think. “Hmm… I don’t know. Lifting is important.”

“So is cuddling,” you shot back, stepping up on your tiptoes to nuzzle his nose. “It helps with muscle recovery, you know.”

He snorted. “That’s not how that works.”

“Shh,” you placed a finger over his lips. “Just listen to me.”

A beat of silence passed before he let out a dramatic groan, as if this was some huge burden for him. But before you could react, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up effortlessly, making you yelp in surprise.

“Binnie!” you squealed, wrapping your legs around his torso on instinct.

“What?” he said innocently, adjusting his hold. “You wanted me to stop working out, right? I’m stopping.”

“You’re still lifting something!”

“Yeah, but this is way more enjoyable.” His lips curled into a smirk, clearly enjoying the way your cheeks flushed.

You huffed but didn’t argue, instead burying your face in his neck. “I win.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, pressing a small kiss to your temple as he carried you over to a nearby bench. Sitting down with you still in his lap, he sighed contentedly. “You really are spoiled.”

“And whose fault is that?” you teased, poking his chest.

He only smiled, hugging you closer as he murmured, “Mine.”

And just like that, workout time turned into cuddle time, just as you had planned.

[silly1billy]

OKAY OKAY GOOD IDEA! can you make a headcannon of each member on an amusement park date 💕💕💕 sorry ik you just made a headcannon…..

NO NO NO I LOOOOOOOVE THIS! this is like my dream first date! I had sooooooooo much fun writing this <3

~ Stray Kids as Your Amusement Park Dates ~

pairing: Skz x f!reader genre: fluff summary: On a Amusement park date with each of Skz members

Bang Chan

This man planned the whole itinerary down to the snack breaks because he wants you to have the best time.

“Okay, so we’ll hit the roller coasters first before we eat so we don’t get sick, and then we’ll do the Ferris wheel at sunset for the perfect view.”

Holds your hand the whole time so you don’t get lost (but he’s the one stopping every two seconds to take pictures of you).

Acts all cool and confident until he gets on the biggest coaster—suddenly gripping the safety bar for dear life.

Buys matching headbands and doesn’t even hesitate when you pick something ridiculous.

Takes so many candid pictures of you, but half of them are blurry because he was running to keep up with you.

Ends the day by giving you his hoodie because “it’s getting chilly” (but secretly loves seeing you in it).

Hyunjin

Insists on taking aesthetic couple photos before going on any rides.

Acts all cool but screams the loudest on the scary rides.

100% the type to take videos of you mid-ride, just to laugh at your reaction later.

Buys matching accessories, like friendship bracelets or rings.

Insists on winning you a plushie but misses every shot, so you have to do it for him.

Films everything for his vlog, but half the footage is just him staring at you.

Changbin

So hyped for this date—he’s been talking about it all week!

“LET’S GO ON THE BIGGEST RIDE FIRST!” but lowkey gets nervous when you’re actually in line.

Screams dramatically on rollercoasters, but then laughs afterward.

Buys you all the snacks you want and takes so many selfies together.

Gets too competitive at carnival games and refuses to leave until he wins something for you.

Giggles when you feed him cotton candy and then immediately eats half of yours because he’s a growing boy.

Wraps you in a huge hug before the fireworks show because “I need to protect you from the cold.”

Buys an overpriced keychain as a souvenir and actually keeps it on his bag forever.

Lee Know

He acts nonchalant about the date but planned the whole thing in advance (and even researched the best food stalls).

Insists on sitting at the very back of the rollercoaster for maximum thrill.

If you get scared on a ride, he laughs first, comforts you second. “Why are you screaming? The ride hasn’t even started yet.” 😭

Purposely walks faster than you just to make you whine, then smirks when you catch up.

Wins a plushie, but for himself. If you pout, he might give it to you… maybe.

Puts an arm around you during the fireworks and casually says, “You’re lucky you have me, huh?” while smirking.

He is the "Butt hunter" so you better expect some hunting

Han

“LET’S GO ON EVERYTHING.” No fear, no hesitation—just pure excitement.

Makes the ugliest faces on rides to make you laugh.

Buys the weirdest food just to try it (fried butter? Sure. Cotton candy the size of his head? Absolutely.)

Gets competitive at carnival games but ends up with random, tiny prizes because he keeps losing.

Buys the most ridiculous souvenir hat (probably a shark or a duck) and forces you to wear one too.

Absolutely loses you in the crowd at least once, then dramatically yells your name until he finds you.

Felix

The type to say “Are you sure? You don’t have to go on this ride if you don’t want to” before every rollercoaster.

Buys you all the snacks because he loves seeing you happy.

Spends way too much money trying to win you a plushie (and is super proud when he finally does).

Tells you “You look so cute” at least a million times.

Takes Polaroids of you at every stop so he can make a scrapbook later.

Screams in pure joy on the roller coasters, then immediately asks, “Did you have fun??”

Gives you his jacket if you get cold and just smiles like it’s no big deal.

Seungmin

Roasts you the entire day but secretly finds you adorable.

“Why are you screaming? It’s just a kiddie ride.” (Says this before he gets scared.)

Takes a million candid photos of you—but refuses to send them to you.

Acts unimpressed by everything, but you catch him smiling when you’re having fun.

“This food is overpriced.” (Still buys you whatever you want.)

Pretends not to care about the couple headbands but wears one anyway.

Tries to act chill on the haunted house ride but jumps when something pops out.

I.N

Pretends he’s braver than you but screams SO LOUD on the scary rides.

Grabs your hand instinctively when the roller coaster drops.

Tries to act all tough at the carnival games but gets super pouty when he loses.

Forces you to go on the craziest rides with him just to prove a point.

“I totally wasn’t scared. Were you scared? You were, right?”

Insists on trying all the food—especially anything sweet.

[silly1billy]

Leeknow married headcannons pls pls pls?????????????????

Married Leeknow x fem!reader

Tysm for the request

Genre: fluff

His cats are your official children. There’s no debate. You both literally refer to yourselves as “Mom & Dad” to them

Grocery shopping with Minho is either super efficient or absolute madness. There is no in-between.He refuses to follow a list. He just walks around grabbing random things and insists, “We need this”

When you can’t decide what to eat, he just says, “You pick,” but rejects every option you suggest

Plays DJ in the car and forces you to listen to his playlist

Will send you memes while sitting right next to you

Randomly records you in the worst angles possible, just for fun

Takes forever to get comfortable but once he’s asleep, he’s OUT

If you both go on a trip he packs in five minutes but still has everything he needs and sleeps through the whole flight

“Who ate the last cookie?” You both blame each other

He is always flirting with you

[silly1billy]

Hiiii! could you write jeongin x reader fluff?

~ Winter’s Warmth ~

pairing: Jeongin x f!reader genre: fluff word count: 540

The moment you peeked out the window, your breath hitched—tiny snowflakes were still drifting lazily from the sky, and everything looked like it belonged in a winter fairytale.

Just as you were admiring the view, your phone buzzed.

Jeongin: "Wake up! It’s snowing!!"

You grinned, already knowing what was coming next.

You: "I know, I see it!"

Jeongin: "Meet me outside in ten minutes or you’re a coward."

Laughing, you threw on your warmest clothes and rushed out the door, only to find Jeongin already waiting for you, bundled up in his thickest coat and scarf. His cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Finally,” he said dramatically, “I was starting to think you’d actually chicken out.”

“I needed to make sure I was fully prepared,” you countered, adjusting your gloves. “Gotta be ready for whatever mischief you have planned.”

Jeongin smirked. “Mischief? Me? Never.”

Before you could reply, a soft thud hit your shoulder—a snowball.

“Jeongin!” you gasped, staring at the leftover snow from the attack. He was already laughing, the sound bright and unbothered as he took a step back, looking entirely too proud of himself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he teased, hiding his hands behind his back. “Maybe the snow just fell on you.”

“Oh, you’re so done.”

Without hesitation, you scooped up a handful of snow, packing it tightly before launching it straight at him. He let out a surprised yelp as the snowball exploded against his chest, sending a small puff of white powder into the air.

“It’s war now!” he declared, and within seconds, the two of you were locked in a full-blown snowball fight, giggling and dodging as snowflakes fluttered around you.

Eventually, out of breath and covered in snow, Jeongin called for a truce. “Okay, okay! I surrender!” He raised his hands in defeat, but his grin never wavered.

“You better,” you huffed playfully, brushing snow off your coat. “I’m a pro at this.”

Jeongin chuckled before suddenly taking a step closer, his smile turning softer. “You’ve got snow in your hair,” he murmured, reaching up to brush it away. His touch was gentle, fingers lingering just slightly longer than necessary.

Your heart stuttered at the closeness, at the way his dark eyes met yours with something warm and unspoken.

“You’re staring,” you whispered, suddenly shy.

“So are you,” he whispered back, and then—without overthinking it—he leaned in, pressing a quick, warm kiss to your cold, pink-tinted nose.

Your breath hitched, eyes widening as he pulled back with a soft laugh. “There. Now your face matches the snow.”

“You—” You gaped at him, half flustered, half ready to shove him into the snow. But the way he was smiling at you, boyish and fond, made your heart melt faster than any snowfall.

Jeongin tilted his head. “What? You look cute.”

“Okay, I am shoving you in the snow now.”

Before he could protest, you lunged—both of you tumbling into the snow in a mess of laughter, warmth, and the softest kind of happiness.

Winter had never felt so magical.