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First Encounter | Changbin x F!Reader

Summary: It's your first time in Korea and you decided to try a cafe when someone bumped into you and knocked over your drink.

Pairs: Changbin x Reader

Type: Fluff/Romance

AN: I have alot of these in my drafts and I decided to upload Changbin's own because I've notice so far I didn't post anything for him!

It was your first time in Korea, and the excitement buzzed in the air as you waited in line at a trendy little café, the kind that made your latte sound like an art form. The smell of freshly ground coffee beans and the warm, inviting atmosphere made you feel like you were stepping into a whole new world. The café was packed with people chatting softly in Korean, the sound of their conversations weaving together in a comforting rhythm, like the heartbeat of the city. You tried to catch snippets of the language, but everything around you felt like a blur. The barista behind the counter moved fluidly, creating art on the surface of each drink, his hands skilled and precise. The hum of the espresso machine added to the energy in the air, and for a moment, you felt like you were part of something bigger, something alive.

Your turn finally came, and you stepped forward to collect your iced latte, the cold glass slick with condensation. The creamy foam on top looked like a little cloud, and you couldn’t wait to sit by the window and sip it slowly, watching the city pass by. You imagined the coolness of the drink refreshing you as you took in the sights and sounds of the street outside. A perfect first morning in Korea, you thought.

But then, just as you were about to turn away, someone bumped into you. The collision was sudden, almost like it happened in slow motion—your latte tipped over, and in a fraction of a second, the cold coffee splashed across your shirt, the frothy foam spraying across your lap. You froze, blinking in surprise. The shock of the incident settled in, and you looked down at the mess, a mixture of embarrassment and confusion settling over you. Your shirt was now soaked in iced coffee, and your legs had a sticky layer of foam on them.

Before you could fully process what had happened, the man who had bumped into you turned around. His expression was one of genuine concern, and he immediately took a step forward. “Ah! Mianhae!” he said, his voice full of apology. His Korean was rapid, and his eyes were wide with worry.

You blinked, still in a daze. You were about to open your mouth, ready to speak, but before you could, he rushed over, waving his hands frantically. "Sorry, sorry!" he said again, his words spilling out in a rush as he desperately tried to fix the situation. His deep voice carried a sense of urgency, but it was soothing in its own way.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice sincere but thick with worry. You looked up at him, slightly overwhelmed. His face was familiar, but your mind couldn’t quite place it.

“I… um…” you trailed off, realizing that you didn’t speak much Korean, and the language barrier was suddenly much more apparent than you had anticipated. He frowned slightly, his brows furrowing as he noticed the confusion in your eyes.

"I… not speak Korean well," you said, your hands lifting slightly in an apologetic gesture, trying to make your limited understanding clear.

He paused for a moment, taking in your words. Then, with a look of sudden realization, his face softened. "Ah! I… pay... for... your... drink. Please, I pay," he said, switching to broken English, his words tumbling out in a clumsy, almost awkward rhythm. He gestured toward the counter, where the barista was preparing a new drink for you.

You blinked, processing the offer, but your instinct was to politely decline. “No, it’s alright,” you said, trying to brush off the situation. But something in his eyes—the genuine sincerity and concern—made you hesitate.

"No, no!" he said, his voice insistent but kind. "I make mess. I… help. I pay." His English was far from perfect, and it was clear he was trying his best, but his intentions were unmistakable. The warmth in his tone was disarming, and you found yourself pausing, caught off guard by how earnest he seemed.

“No, really,” you said again, though this time you weren’t quite as sure. He smiled sheepishly, a little unsure, his shoulders lifting in an apologetic shrug. “I… not want you mad at me.” His eyes were wide, and the embarrassment in his expression made it hard to refuse.

After a few more rounds of him apologizing, pleading in his broken English, you finally relented with a small smile. “Okay… thank you,” you said softly, your resistance weakening under the pressure of his kindness.

“Okay, okay!” he exclaimed, his face lighting up with relief. He quickly stepped forward to hand the cashier the money for your new drink, his movements almost childlike in their eagerness. He was so earnest about the whole situation that it was hard not to feel a little embarrassed for him.

Once the transaction was completed, he stepped back, offering you a small, almost shy smile. “Okay, I go now,” he said in broken English, nodding as if to reassure himself. With a small bow, he turned to leave, his broad shoulders and well-built physique impossible to miss as he made his way out of the café. You couldn’t help but notice how strong he looked—like he spent time at the gym.

As he walked away, you stood there for a moment, still processing the whole exchange. The mess, the apology, the genuine kindness—none of it was how you expected your first accidental coffee spill in Korea to go. You glanced down at your stained clothes, feeling a slight embarrassment of your own, but then something else hit you. This man, who had bumped into you and spilled your drink, had gone out of his way to make sure you were okay—and not only that, but he insisted on paying for your replacement drink, all while doing his best to communicate in a language that wasn’t his own. He was polite, considerate, and, well, kind of cute.

“Wow,” you muttered under your breath, still trying to wrap your head around the whole situation. A buff man, super polite, and kind—definitely not how you imagined your first accidental coffee spill in Korea would go. As he disappeared out the door, you found yourself smiling to yourself, feeling oddly touched by his persistence. Maybe Korea wasn’t such a bad place after all.

A few days later, you found yourself in the same café again, the memory of the accidental latte spill still fresh in your mind. The café had quickly become your go-to spot—its cozy, welcoming vibe, the quiet hum of conversations, and the lattes that tasted like a piece of heaven. Every time you stepped inside, you felt at home, the warm lighting and the soft clink of coffee cups grounding you in the moment. It was the kind of place where you could lose track of time, sipping your drink while people-watching or reading a book.

This time, you were determined to be extra cautious. After the spill incident, you’d been extra aware of the space around you. You stayed on alert, making sure there was enough distance between you and anyone else who might accidentally knock into you again. You even found yourself gravitating toward a corner table, away from the flow of traffic, hoping it would be the safest place. You didn’t want to risk another spill, and you certainly didn’t want another awkward encounter.

As you waited in line, your eyes darted around the room, scanning the familiar faces and the soothing ambiance of the café. Despite your precautions, you couldn’t shake the lingering feeling of embarrassment from last time. Maybe you had imagined it all—the kind, buff man offering to pay for your drink—but no. You hadn’t. It had really happened. That moment of unexpected kindness, his broken English, and his genuine concern for you... it was real, and you could still recall it as if it had just happened. You couldn’t stop wondering about him, about what he was like, and whether you’d ever see him again.

You stepped up to the counter, and the barista, who had become accustomed to your order, started preparing your usual iced latte. The soft sound of milk frothing and the gentle hum of the espresso machine filled the space around you. Your thoughts drifted for a moment, and just as the barista finished adding the final touches to your drink, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Ah, you again,” the voice said, a bit hesitant, but with a touch of warmth that immediately made your heart flutter.

You turned, surprised to hear English, and there he was. The man from the other day. He was standing a few feet away, looking at you with a shy smile, a little sheepish, but his eyes still sincere. The instant recognition hit you, and you couldn’t help the slight flutter in your chest.

“Oh,” you said, slightly startled but also relieved to see a familiar face. "Hey, it’s you."

He gave a small bow, and you couldn’t help but smile at the politeness of the gesture. It was cute, in a way, and the softness of it made your heart warm. “I… I sorry again for last time,” he said, his English a little broken, but still clear enough for you to understand. “I… not mean to make trouble.”

You chuckled softly, the awkwardness of that first encounter now replaced with something warmer. “No, it’s fine. Really, you didn’t have to pay for my drink.”

His smile grew wider, showing a bit of relief, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “But I want to. You… very kind when I… bump you. I not forget,” he said, his voice carrying a sincerity that almost made you blush.

You blinked at his words, realizing he’d remembered you just as clearly as you remembered him. “I see,” you said, smiling back at him. “Well, thank you. I didn’t expect to see you here again.”

He laughed, a low, soft sound that felt like it belonged in the cozy atmosphere of the café. “I come here often. I… work near. And you?”

“Yeah, me too. It’s my favorite place now,” you replied, feeling the conversation flow easier than you expected. Something about his presence was putting you at ease. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t seem like a stranger anymore—just someone who had shared a random but memorable moment with you.

“I like this place, too,” he said, taking a step closer, a hint of shyness still lingering. “Maybe... we drink together one day?” He spoke more carefully now, his words measured, as though he was making sure he said them right. His eyes were watching you intently, as if gauging your reaction.

Your heart skipped, but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. You smiled and nodded, trying to keep the conversation light and casual. "Maybe. Who knows, right?"

He smiled back, and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but also a quiet uncertainty. As the barista finished your latte and handed it to you, he gestured toward the door. “I go now. But maybe meet again, huh?”

You nodded, feeling a little more confident this time. “Yeah, maybe we will.”

With that, he gave you another small bow, the kind that felt polite but also personal, before turning and walking toward the door. You couldn’t help but watch him as he left—his movements were fluid, his broad shoulders adding to the sense that he was more than just a passerby in your life. He wasn’t a fleeting moment; there was something about him that made you feel like your paths might cross again.

As he disappeared out the door, you stood there, feeling a mix of emotions—surprise, curiosity, and something else, something you couldn’t quite place yet. You stood there for a moment, once again caught off guard by the strange, yet oddly comforting, encounter.

Taking a deep breath, you finally allowed yourself a smile as you took a sip of your latte. The cold, sweet taste of the coffee was comforting, and for the first time since you’d arrived in Korea, you felt like you were finally starting to find your place in this bustling city. Maybe Korea wasn’t such a bad place after all—and maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new.

A few weeks had passed since that fateful second meeting at the café. You and the man—whose name you still didn’t know—had started running into each other more frequently, always exchanging polite smiles, casual conversation, and the occasional offer to buy the other a drink. He had been consistent with his friendly, gentle manner, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than you expected. Over time, those brief, awkward exchanges had evolved into a comfortable rhythm. The shy glances were replaced with genuine conversation, and those occasional nods had transformed into real interactions.

Every time you saw him, there was this soft energy about him that made you feel at ease. Yet, despite the growing familiarity, there was one glaring thing that still nagged at you. You still didn’t know his name. He’d never volunteered it, and you never dared to ask. Perhaps he didn’t feel the need to, or maybe it was just a cultural thing. But that small gap in your connection felt like a secret between you, something that was becoming harder to ignore.

Today, as you stood in line again, you felt a sense of anticipation that hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t just because of the familiar face you were about to see—it was because, over the past few weeks, the dynamic between you had shifted. The casual nods had become real, honest conversations, and you’d even shared laughs. He’d invited you to sit with him a few times, and each encounter seemed to bring you a little closer. Still, the mystery of his name lingered, like an unfinished sentence, and it made you wonder what else he was keeping from you.

As you waited for your drink, you couldn’t help but think of how far you’d come since that first awkward spill. That man, standing in front of you, was now someone you genuinely looked forward to seeing. The café had transformed into your shared space, your own little corner of the world where the two of you existed in this odd, yet comforting, bubble. But you had to admit: the lingering question of his name was starting to bug you more than you cared to admit.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, and there he was again—looking just as put-together as always, wearing that signature relaxed smile of his that always made your heart skip a beat.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice warm as always. "How you?"

You grinned, happy to see him. "Hey! It’s going well. You?"

“Same. Busy, but good,” he replied, leaning casually against the counter next to you, his eyes still soft but now carrying a hint of something more, something you couldn’t quite place. "I… um, I think... maybe we talk... little? I ask... something."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the shift in tone. "What’s up?"

He shifted, his usual easygoing nature faltering for a moment, and you noticed how his eyes flickered away briefly, like he was gathering the courage to ask something important. "I… I wanna ask... you... maybe... you want... go out... like date?" His words tumbled out awkwardly, like he was piecing them together in his head, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in his eyes.

Your breath hitched, and you blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the suddenness of it all. "Well, I don’t know your name," you said, trying to lighten the situation, your voice a little shaky but playful. "It’s hard to go on a date with someone when I don’t even know your name."

He froze, staring at you in wide-eyed realization, and you could see the moment it clicked in his head. His face flushed slightly, and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Ah... my name... is... Changbin," he said slowly, clearly trying to pronounce it as best as he could, but it still came out a little jumbled, adding to the charm of the moment.

You froze. Changbin? Your brain had to process for a second, and then it hit you—like a freight train. Changbin, as in the Changbin from Stray Kids? Your heart skipped a beat, and a wave of panic set in. This wasn’t just some random guy from the café; this was someone from an entirely different world, a world that was far removed from your own, a world you didn’t think you could handle. The realization hit you like a rush of cold water.

"Oh," you said, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to process everything. "Changbin… right." You couldn’t hide the shock in your voice, and everything around you suddenly felt too big, too fast for this small, cozy café.

He blinked, still not fully understanding the shift in energy, and smiled, thinking you were still okay with the offer. “You... wanna... go out?” His voice was uncertain, but his eyes were hopeful.

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. The weight of the situation felt overwhelming. You hadn’t expected this, not in the slightest, and it was all happening so fast. "I... I need to go," you said quickly, shaking your head. "Sorry... I not... I don’t think this is... good idea."

His face fell, the confusion written all over it. “But... why? You no like me?” His words were simple, but the sincerity in them made your heart ache.

"No, it’s not that," you said softly, your voice shaky now. "I just... I think I should go." You turned away, not wanting to stay any longer, and hurried out of the café, your heart racing with a mixture of confusion and unease. You couldn’t make sense of what had just happened, and it all felt like too much too soon.

Outside, the cool air hit your face, but it didn’t calm the storm inside. Changbin. The man you had been casually talking to for weeks was someone you couldn’t begin to understand, someone who lived a life so different from yours. You didn’t know if you could handle that kind of world.

You walked away quickly, your thoughts in a fog. You couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the last time you’d see him—but part of you wasn’t sure you were ready for whatever came next. What did it mean, to date someone like him? Someone who had a life in the public eye, someone with a name you recognized? The idea felt so foreign, so out of your grasp.

It had been a few days since you’d seen Changbin. The memory of your hasty exit was still fresh in your mind, and you hadn’t expected to run into him again—certainly not so soon. Yet, as you stepped into the café that morning, you spotted him across the room. This time, he wasn’t alone. A man stood beside him, talking animatedly, his voice carrying over the low hum of conversation. You felt a familiar pang of nervousness, but you tried to shake it off. You were just here for your usual coffee. Nothing more. Just the same old routine.

But as you turned to grab your drink, you realized that Changbin was looking at you, his eyes lingering with a mix of curiosity and something else—something you couldn’t quite place. Before you could process it, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder.

You spun around, startled, and there he was—Changbin, standing in front of you. His usual easy smile was replaced with something a little more serious, though there was still warmth in his eyes. His friend was standing behind him, looking between the two of you with mild curiosity.

“Hey,” Changbin said, his English still rough but more confident this time. “Why... why you say no? I... I want to know.”

You blinked, taken aback by the question. “What do you mean?” you asked, confused by the sudden confrontation.

He looked at you with a frown, his words stumbling as he tried to get them out. “You... you say no to... me? Why? You no like me?”

You shook your head, trying to understand. “I... I don’t understand what you mean.”

Changbin’s frown deepened, and he looked back at his friend, clearly frustrated. He spoke quickly to him in Korean, and the friend raised an eyebrow, glancing at you and then back at Changbin. After a moment of silence, the friend gave a small nod, and Changbin turned back to you.

“I... I no speak good. My friend help,” he said, his voice apologetic yet still determined.

The friend stepped forward, offering a small smile. “Hi, I’m Chris. I’m a friend of his. Changbin here... he says he doesn’t understand why you rejected him.”

You bit your lip, unsure of how to explain. “Well, it’s not that I don’t like him,” you started, feeling a little uncomfortable under their gaze. “It’s just... he’s famous, and I... I don’t want to date someone like that because of all the attention and... backlash. You know? It’s a lot.”

Chris glanced at Changbin, then back at you. His expression softened, and he nodded, as if understanding. He turned to Changbin and spoke to him in Korean. Changbin’s face went still for a moment, and then he muttered something under his breath, clearly upset.

Chris turned back to you, translating with a serious expression. “He says... he doesn’t care about that. He... does not care about what others think. He just wants to be with you.”

Your heart raced as you processed the words. The sincerity in Changbin’s eyes was undeniable, but the weight of the situation still felt heavy. “I just... don’t know if I can handle it,” you said quietly. “I’m not sure about all the attention.”

Changbin let out a frustrated sigh and muttered something in Korean. “I don’t care... the stupid attention,” he said, his words clipped. “I just want... to go out with you.”

Chris smirked and looked at Changbin. “Dude, you really want her to say yes, huh?” he joked. “Maybe I need to go with you on the date, be your translator, and make sure you don’t screw up.”

Changbin’s eyes shot daggers at Chris, clearly embarrassed. He turned back to you, his face flushed with frustration. “Chris! You... why you embarrass me in front of her?”

Chris burst out laughing, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just trying to help, man! You’re so serious about this, I thought I’d throw in some humor.”

Changbin groaned and ran a hand through his hair, then turned back to you. His expression softened, and the earnestness returned. “I... I really like you. Please... go out with me.”

You paused for a moment, the weight of the situation still hanging heavily in the air. After what felt like an eternity, you finally sighed. “Okay,” you said quietly. “Okay, I’ll go out with you.”

Changbin’s face lit up, and he stepped forward, looking at Chris, who was now smirking. “See? I told you she’d say yes.”

Chris grinned and patted Changbin on the back. “Good luck, man,” he said before turning and walking away.

Changbin smiled at you, his eyes shining with excitement. ��Thank you,” he said softly, almost too softly for anyone else to hear. “I promise... you won’t regret it.”

And just like that, everything shifted.

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leewritesstuff · 3 months ago

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Price of Rejection | Felix x Reader

Summary: Rejections hurt but it also hurt even more when it backfires.

Pairs: Felix x Reader

Type: Angst

AN: I was going to make this into a series, but I decided a one shot is better.

Every morning, without fail, you found something waiting for you—flowers carefully arranged with tiny handwritten notes, chocolates wrapped in ribbons, delicate trinkets chosen with obvious thoughtfulness. At first, you ignored them. Then, you tried to be polite, brushing off Felix’s gestures with tight smiles and dismissive remarks. When that didn’t work, you told him, clearly and firmly, to stop.

But he never did.

It didn’t matter how many times you rejected his advances, how many ways you tried to make him understand—Felix just wouldn’t let go. He was persistent, always there, always waiting, always hoping.

Tonight was the final straw.

You turned the corner, already dreading what you knew you would find. And there he was, standing in the dim glow of the streetlight outside your building, hands curled around yet another gift—this time, a silver bracelet, glinting under the soft light. His eyes lit up when he saw you, his expression so full of warmth and certainty, like he truly believed this time would be different. That this time, you’d accept him.

You didn’t let him speak.

“Felix,” you snapped, your patience snapping with it. “Enough. Just stop.”

His smile faltered, confusion flashing across his face. Still, he held the bracelet out to you. “I just thought—”

“I don’t care what you thought.” Your voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet night air. You took a deep breath, trying to temper the frustration clawing at your chest. But it was too late. You were done playing nice. Done pretending this wasn’t suffocating. “I don’t like you, Felix. I never have. And I never will. You’re not my type, and you never will be.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy, but you weren’t finished.

“You’re clingy. You don’t know how to take a hint. You smother me with all these gifts, like that’s going to magically change how I feel, but it doesn’t—it makes me like you even less.” Your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “You don’t listen. You’re too pushy. And honestly? You make me uncomfortable.”

Felix stood frozen in place, his grip tightening on the bracelet. His knuckles turned white, but he didn’t say anything.

You exhaled sharply and shook your head. “Do you even realize what you’re doing? You think just because you’re nice to me, I owe you something? I don’t. I never did.” You scoffed. “You don’t even care about what I want. You just keep forcing yourself into my space like I’ll magically wake up one day and fall in love with you. Well, newsflash—I won’t.”

The look in his eyes shifted—hope replaced by something raw, something shattered. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

“I… I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he finally said, his voice small, hesitant.

“Well, you did,” you replied coldly. “So do me a favor and stop. No more gifts. No more waiting for me. No more anything. Just leave me alone.”

For a moment, Felix didn’t move. He just stood there, shoulders tense, chest rising and falling unevenly, as if he was trying to process every word you’d just thrown at him. Then, without another word, he turned away. The silver bracelet—one you’d never wear, one you never asked for—remained clenched in his hand.

You watched him walk away, his figure growing smaller with every step, until he finally disappeared from sight.

And for the first time in weeks, you felt like you could finally breathe.

After that night, everything changed. The silence between you and the others stretched longer, thick and suffocating. Conversations that once flowed effortlessly now felt forced, if they happened at all. You noticed the hesitation in their voices, the careful way they spoke around you—like they were afraid of saying the wrong thing, or maybe just afraid of you.

The easygoing atmosphere was gone, replaced by something colder, something uncomfortable. And you hated it.

But the final blow came when Chris didn’t show up for your monthly hangout.

You had been waiting at home, expecting him to knock on your door any second like he always did. It was routine—he’d show up late but grinning, maybe carrying snacks or some dumb inside joke from the past month, making himself at home on your couch like he always had. It was the one constant in your life, something you never thought would change.

But tonight, the minutes stretched into an hour. Then two.

The knock never came.

You checked your phone. No texts. No calls.

Annoyance twisted in your stomach. Chris never missed this. Even when he was busy, even when things got complicated, he always made time. But tonight? Nothing. No explanation, no excuse—just silence.

You weren’t going to let this slide.

The next day, you found him alone, leaning against the railing outside the dorms, scrolling through his phone like he had nothing to answer for.

“What the hell, Chris?” You stormed up to him, barely holding back the frustration in your voice.

He looked up, sighed, and locked his phone. “What?”

“You know what. You didn’t show up last night.”

Chris exhaled through his nose, his jaw tensing. “Didn’t feel like going.”

“Didn’t feel like—” You scoffed. “Seriously? And you didn’t think to tell me?”

Chris dragged a hand through his hair, his expression already tired, like he was done with the conversation before it even started. “Look, I just… I wasn’t in the mood. That’s it.”

But that wasn’t it. You could see it in his face.

Your stomach twisted, frustration burning hotter in your chest. “Be honest, Chris. What’s your problem?”

His gaze darkened, and for the first time, he looked at you like he didn’t recognize you.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he muttered.

“Get what?”

Chris let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “The way you treated Felix. That’s my problem.”

Your breath caught. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I am.” His voice was firm now, no hesitation. “Look, I get that you don’t like him. That’s fine. But the way you shut him down? It was cruel. He didn’t deserve that.”

You stared at him, stunned.

Cruel? He thought you were cruel?

“He didn’t listen to me, Chris!” you argued. “I told him over and over again that I wasn’t interested, but he just kept pushing! What was I supposed to do—keep letting him smother me with gifts until I gave in?”

Chris’s jaw clenched. “You could’ve been nicer.”

You let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Nice wouldn’t have worked. It didn’t work. He wasn’t getting the message.”

Chris shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I don’t know, maybe just… not tear him apart like that? We all saw how wrecked he was after you told him off. And now, none of us know how to act around you. Felix still loves you, and you—” He let out a sharp breath, like he was trying to keep himself from saying something he’d regret. “I just didn’t think you were that kind of person.”

That was it. That was the moment something inside you snapped.

Without another word, you turned on your heel, anger curling in your gut, and you knew exactly where you were going.

Felix was sitting outside alone, his arms resting on his knees, his gaze fixed on the sky. The usual light in his eyes was dimmer, his shoulders hunched slightly like the weight of everything was finally sinking in. But when he saw you, his lips parted slightly in surprise, and for a brief moment, that stupid, soft smile flickered to life. Like he still had hope.

But you weren’t here for that.

“This is your fault,” you spat, and the smile immediately dropped.

Felix blinked. “What?”

“My friends are acting like I’m some kind of monster, Chris won’t even look at me, and it’s your fault.”

His expression twisted into something pained, but you didn’t stop.

“You just had to keep pushing, didn’t you?” Your voice was sharp, laced with frustration. “I told you I wasn’t interested, I told you to stop, but you wouldn’t. And now? Now I’m the bad guy because I finally had to make you listen.”

Felix swallowed, his hands gripping his sleeves. “I… I didn’t want to make things hard for you,” he murmured. “I just—” He looked away, exhaling shakily. “I love you.”

Something in his voice—something raw, something so heartbreakingly genuine—made your chest tighten. But you pushed it down, pushed it all down, because none of it mattered.

“Well, I don’t love you,” you snapped. “And now I’ve lost my friends because of you.”

Felix flinched, like you had physically hit him. He looked at you for a long moment, searching your face for something—maybe regret, maybe softness. But there was nothing.

Finally, he nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching like he was trying to keep himself from breaking completely.

“…I’m sorry,” he whispered.

You scoffed and turned away, leaving him sitting there alone.

Days passed, then weeks. The silence from your friends became suffocating, pressing down on you in ways you hadn’t expected.

At first, you told yourself it didn’t matter. They were overreacting. You had done nothing wrong. Felix wouldn't take no for an answer, and you had put an end to it the only way he would finally understand. If they had a problem with that, it wasn’t your fault.

But as time stretched on, the loneliness became impossible to ignore.

The group hangouts continued—just without you. You’d see the photos on social media, the ones that used to include you, now filled with laughter that wasn’t yours. The inside jokes you once helped create now lived in conversations you weren’t a part of. When you passed them in the halls, the warmth that had always been there was gone, replaced with brief nods or tight-lipped smiles that felt more like politeness than familiarity.

Even Chris, the one person you thought would never turn his back on you, kept his distance. The messages that used to flood your phone—stupid memes, sarcastic remarks, last-minute plans—had dwindled into nothing. The absence of them felt louder than any confrontation ever could.

One evening, you found yourself scrolling through your phone, past unread messages that weren’t meant for you, past stories and posts from gatherings you hadn’t been invited to. You told yourself you didn’t care, that it was their loss.

But your stomach twisted.

An ache settled in your chest, unfamiliar and unwelcome.

You had pushed Felix away. But in doing so, you had pushed all of them away, too.

And Felix…

Felix was moving on.

You saw it in the way he carried himself—lighter, freer, like he had finally let go of something heavy. He no longer looked at you with quiet hope lingering in his eyes. He stopped waiting for you after class, stopped leaving small gifts, stopped orbiting around you entirely. And for some reason, that realization left a hollow space where your frustration used to be.

For the first time, you wondered—had it really been him holding on all this time?

Or had you needed him to?

It wasn’t until a month later that you finally swallowed your pride and reached out to Chris.

"Hey," you texted. "Can we talk?"

The message sat there, unread, for hours.

You stared at it, debating whether to delete it, to pretend you had never sent it at all. But just as you were about to give up, the typing bubble appeared.

Meet me at the café.

The air between you was thick with something unsaid as you sat across from him. The café was one you had been to a hundred times before, but today, it felt unfamiliar.

Chris was unreadable, arms crossed, his expression carefully neutral. He was studying you, waiting—not just for an explanation, but for the right one.

You hesitated, then exhaled. "I miss you."

Chris’s jaw tightened. He looked away, shaking his head slightly. "You miss me, or you miss us?"

You swallowed hard. "Both."

Chris let out a slow breath, leaning back in his chair. "You really don’t get it, do you?" His voice wasn’t angry, just… tired.

Your stomach twisted. "Then what was it about?"

Chris exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. "The way you handled everything. The way you made Felix feel like garbage. He wasn’t some obsessed stalker, he loved you. And yeah, maybe he was persistent, maybe he didn’t know when to back off, but he never meant to hurt you."

He shook his head, his gaze sharp. "But you— you crushed him. And the worst part? You never even cared."

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words stuck in your throat. Because deep down, you knew there was truth in what he was saying.

Chris leaned forward, his voice quieter now. "I get it. You didn’t love him. You had every right to reject him. But you didn’t just reject him—you tore him apart. And for what? To prove a point?"

Your fingers curled into fists. "I just wanted him to stop."

"He would’ve," Chris said. "Eventually, he would’ve. But now? Now, he’s finally moved on, and you’re the one left behind."

Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy.

Chris sighed, shaking his head. "I don’t hate you. None of us do. But we saw a side of you we didn’t expect, and it’s hard to forget."

His words landed like a punch to the chest.

He met your gaze, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite name. "You can’t undo what happened. But maybe, just maybe, it’s not too late to try and make things right."

Your breath caught. "With Felix?"

Chris hesitated, then nodded. "With yourself."

As you left the café, his words echoed in your mind.

Maybe it was too late to fix everything.

Maybe things would never go back to the way they were.

But maybe… just maybe… you weren’t as right as you had thought you were.

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leewritesstuff · 4 months ago

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Phone Thief | Dad!Skz x Child Reader

Summary: Their kid messages them from their mother's phone.

Pairs: Chan x Reader, Minho x Reader, Changbin x Reader, Hyunjin x Reader, Han x Reader, Felix x Reader, Seungmin x Reader and Jeongin x Reader (individually)

Type: Fluff

AN: Han's own is short because he was too damn busy laughing at his kid and showing the members the text

Taglist: @velvetmoonlght

CHAN

MINHO

CHANGBIN

HYUNJIN

HAN

FELIX

SEUNGMIN

JEONGIN

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leewritesstuff · 4 months ago

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Mini Stars | Skz Memebers

Summary: While on their world tour, they got surprised by a guest who they haven't seen in awhile.

Pairs: Chan x Reader, Minho x Reader, Changbin x Reader, Hyunjin x Reader, Han x Reader, Felix x Reader, Seungmin x Reader and Jeongin x Reader (individually)

Word Count: 4.5K

Type: Fluff

AN: Hello! I got gotten a bit bored of the texting and wanted to try and spice up things a bit with writing! My master list still isn't as how I would want it but meh, anyway enjoy!

Taglist: @velvetmoonlght

CHAN

The concert was in full swing, the bass thrumming through the venue as thousands of STAYs screamed in excitement. Chan was hyping up the crowd, his energy infectious, when suddenly, a small figure waddled onto the stage, clad in a tiny Wolf Chan onesie.

He didn’t notice at first, too caught up in the moment—until the sound of drums echoed through the speakers, perfectly in sync with the music. He froze, turning around, eyes widening in disbelief. There, at a mini drum set positioned near the back of the stage, sat his four-year-old, chubby hands gripping a pair of drumsticks, effortlessly keeping up with the beat of S-Class.

The crowd erupted in cheers, their screams deafening. Chan blinked, momentarily stunned, before bursting into laughter. He jogged over to the tiny drummer, microphone still in hand.

"Whoa, mate! Since when could you do that?" he asked, crouching down so he was eye-level with his child.

The little one beamed up at him, their dimples deep and unmistakably his. "Appa, I play like you! Watch!" They tightened their grip on the sticks and resumed drumming, the rhythm shockingly precise for someone so small.

Chan's jaw dropped as he placed a hand on his chest in mock pain. "Aish, STAY, are you seeing this? My own kid is showing me up!"

The audience screamed in response, some waving their lightsticks frantically, while others laughed at the endearing scene.

Before he could react further, Wolf Chan—his beloved plush mascot—trotted onto the stage, eyes twinkling as it curiously approached its miniature counterpart. The child giggled, immediately reaching out to hug the oversized wolf, who playfully nuzzled them back.

Chan dramatically staggered backward. "Oh no, I’m being replaced—first by my own kid, and now by Wolf Chan? STAY, do you still love me?"

The crowd roared with laughter and cheers. His child turned back to him, arms raised expectantly. With a fond chuckle, Chan scooped them up, effortlessly lifting them into the air as they squealed in delight.

"You’re too good, mate! What do you say, one more time?" he asked, ruffling their hair.

"One more time!" the child echoed, determination shining in their big eyes.

Chan set them back down at the drum set, signaling for the band to let them have the final beats. As soon as the child’s sticks struck the drums for the last time, the entire stadium erupted into cheers, the energy electrifying.

Chan wiped an imaginary tear. "STAY, I think we just found Stray Kids’ next drummer!"

The child giggled, hopping off the drum stool and running into his arms. Chan pressed a quick kiss to the top of their head before turning back to the crowd.

"Alright, alright, enough of me getting shown up—let’s get back to the concert!" he laughed, before leading STAYs into the next song, his little one still happily nestled in his arms.

MINHO

The stage was on fire, the beat of God’s Menu pulsing through the stadium, electrifying the air. Lee Know was completely immersed, his movements sharp and effortless as he hit every step with precision. The crowd was feeding off the energy, their cheers blending with the booming music.

But then, something changed. The cheers suddenly grew louder—higher-pitched, more excited. It wasn’t the usual hyped screaming; it was something different, something softer, something affectionate. He frowned slightly, curiosity flickering across his face.

Turning around mid-move, he froze.

Right there, on stage, a mini Leebit was attempting to dance, their tiny body wiggling as they clumsily copied the iconic du-du-du-du move. Their little legs kicked out, slightly offbeat, but they were trying so hard. Then—just as Lee Know watched in stunned silence—the child tripped over their own feet, landing on their hands and knees.

For a brief moment, the entire stadium inhaled collectively.

But just as quickly, the tiny dancer pushed themselves up, determination shining in their bright eyes. The crowd erupted into affectionate cheers.

Lee Know, still catching up with reality, furrowed his brows, his voice coming through the mic, "What’s going on—STAYs, who is that?"

"Awww!" The STAYs cooed, waving their lightsticks in encouragement.

Lee Know tilted his head, still confused, until the little one turned around to face him. The tiny pout, the wide, bright eyes—it was like looking into a smaller version of himself. His confusion melted instantly. His laughter rang out, full and rich, as he bent over, hands on his knees.

"Wait… that’s MY KID!" he exclaimed, pointing at them, his voice full of disbelief.

The little dancer beamed, throwing their arms up in triumph. "Look, Appa! I’m dancing like you!"

Lee Know’s grin widened, shaking his head in amusement as he crouched down. "You’re a natural! I should be worried now!"

The child, undeterred, bounced back into position and started dancing again, this time with even more enthusiasm. Their little arms flailed, feet stomping along with the beat, and the sheer joy on their face made the entire crowd melt. Meanwhile, Leebit, the plush mascot, hopped onto the stage and began copying the child, wiggling next to them.

Lee Know let out an exaggerated gasp. "Wait a second—am I being replaced by TWO dancers now?!" He clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling backward as if deeply wounded. The STAYs roared with laughter.

Giggling, his child suddenly ran toward him, arms outstretched. Without hesitation, Lee Know scooped them up effortlessly, spinning them around in the air before settling them against his hip. He held the mic up, still breathless from laughter. "STAYs, we have a new dancer in the group!"

The crowd erupted, chanting the child’s name.

The little one giggled, puffing out their chest proudly. "I dance with Appa next time!"

Lee Know’s heart melted on the spot. He kissed the top of their head before grinning at the crowd. "Alright, you heard them! Next concert, duet stage with my mini-me—what do you say, STAY?"

The stadium shook with excitement, the fans screaming their approval.

Lee Know smirked. "Looks like I’ve got some competition." He ruffled his child’s hair playfully before setting them down and taking their tiny hand in his. "Alright, just one more move together before I send you back, yeah?"

Hand in hand, the two of them hit one final dance move together, earning a deafening roar from the audience. The child giggled, looking up at their father with the brightest eyes.

Lee Know leaned down, his voice warm. "You did so good, little one. Next time, we’ll practice together."

"Okay!" The child bounced happily before being scooped up once more, waving at STAYs as Lee Know carried them offstage.

The music picked up again, and as Lee Know returned to his position, he smirked into the mic. "Alright, back to business! But no promises my kid won’t steal the show next time!"

CHANGBIN

The stadium buzzed with energy as the lights dimmed, anticipation crackling in the air. The beat of 3RACHA dropped like thunder, and Changbin stepped forward, spitting his verse with his signature intensity. The crowd was already hyped, but then—suddenly—the screams doubled in volume, an eruption of high-pitched excitement that threw him off for a split second.

Confused, he glanced to the side—only to be met with a sight so unexpected, so utterly ridiculous, that he nearly fumbled his next lyric.

A tiny figure stood on stage, dressed in an oversized Dwaekki costume, the fabric hanging loosely around their small frame. The child, mask on, struck a pose—legs apart, fists clenched, arms flexed dramatically as if they were the strongest being alive.

The crowd lost their minds.

Changbin blinked. "No way—who let this tiny Dwaekki on stage?!" He let out a loud laugh, stepping closer in amusement.

At that moment, the actual Dwaekki mascot, standing off to the side, turned and noticed its mini counterpart. There was a pause—then, as if accepting a silent challenge, Dwaekki began flexing back in exaggerated fashion. The two of them stood there, mirroring each other, locked in the most intense muscle showdown imaginable.

Changbin doubled over laughing. "Are you seeing this, STAYs?! We have a flex-off happening right now!"

But the tiny Dwaekki wasn’t done yet. With all the confidence in the world, the child grabbed a mic—where it had come from, who even knew—and suddenly started rapping his verse. Well, sort of. The words were jumbled, childlike mispronunciations slipping through, but the passion? The passion was undeniable.

For the first few seconds, Changbin was completely speechless, his mouth falling open. Then, the ridiculousness of the situation hit him, and he burst into laughter, stumbling forward to hype up his little rapper.

"Oh, oh! Baby Binnie in the house!" he cheered, motioning for the audience to hype them up. The crowd responded instantly, chanting and cheering as the tiny Dwaekki continued rapping with dramatic hand gestures, despite half the words being nonsense.

Still wearing the oversized costume, the child puffed out their chest and waddled toward him with exaggerated confidence. "Look, Appa! I strong! Like you!" They flexed again, their tiny arms shaking with effort.

Changbin crouched down in front of them, holding his stomach from laughing so hard. "Oh? You wanna be strong like me? Pfft—you’re already stronger than me, buddy!"

The child beamed, then without hesitation, snatched the mic again. "Yo, yo, yo, it's Baby Binnie in the house!"

The crowd absolutely lost it.

Changbin fell to the floor dramatically, clutching his heart. "STAYs, help! They’re too powerful!" He got back up, wiping fake tears from his eyes. "I think I’m being replaced."

The child giggled before holding up a tiny fist. "Appa, fist bump!"

With a grin, Changbin held out his hand, and they bumped fists. But that wasn’t enough for the little performer—they lifted their arms, wordlessly demanding to be picked up.

"Ahhh, alright, alright, c’mere, superstar," Changbin said, effortlessly lifting them into the air. The child kicked their legs excitedly, waving at the crowd. "STAYs, this is my new partner! What do you think?"

The stadium shook with cheers.

Then, as if overcome by the sheer cuteness of it all, the actual Dwaekki mascot dramatically flailed and collapsed onto the stage, "fainting" from the overload. The audience roared with laughter.

Changbin shook his head, grinning as he gave his kid one last high-five. "Alright, you had your moment, little Binnie. Let’s finish this song before STAYs start demanding a duet album!"

The child pouted but nodded, still beaming with pride. Changbin set them down carefully, gave them one last playful ruffle of the hair, and as staff gently guided them offstage, he turned back to the crowd with a huge grin.

"Okay, okay! Back to business!" He smirked, cracking his knuckles. "But don’t be surprised if Mini Binnie comes back for a feature next time!"

HYUNJIN

The atmosphere in the stadium had shifted, the energy softening as Hyunjin took a moment to catch his breath. Sweat glistened on his skin as he smiled at the sea of lightsticks swaying in the crowd. The moment was calm, almost dreamlike—until he noticed a tiny figure waddling onto the stage.

At first, he blinked, thinking it was some kind of staff prank. But as the small Jiniret stopped in front of him, gripping a large piece of paper with both hands, realization dawned on his face.

The crowd gasped, then cooed in unison.

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He bent down, tilting his head as he looked at the small child staring up at him with wide, excited eyes. "Huh? What’s this?"

The tiny Jiniret beamed, holding the paper out proudly. "Appa, I draw this for STAYs!"

Hyunjin took the paper gently, his breath catching as he turned it around. The drawing was chaotic but undeniably adorable—stick figures scattered across the page, lightsticks dotting the crowd, and in the center, a very squiggly but unmistakable version of him, mic in hand, singing his heart out. The effort, the bright colors, the slightly wobbly hearts drawn around the edges—it was too much.

The audience melted, a chorus of affectionate "awww"s filling the stadium.

Hyunjin clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling back as if he had just taken a critical hit. "Ahhh—STAYs, do you see this?!" he exclaimed, holding up the drawing for everyone to see. "This is art. No, this is a masterpiece!"

The little Jiniret nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I draw with Appa!"

Hyunjin's heart turned to absolute mush. He knelt down fully, placing a gentle hand on the child’s head. "You drew this for STAYs? That’s so sweet, buddy."

The child grinned, bouncing slightly on their feet. "STAYs love Appa, so I draw Appa and STAYs happy!"

The crowd practically combusted at the cuteness.

Hyunjin let out a soft chuckle, brushing the child’s bangs from their eyes. "You really are my little artist, huh?"

Before he could say more, the opening notes of 143 began playing, the familiar melody washing over them. His eyes lit up, the excitement instantly returning. He grinned, glancing back at the little one.

"Alright, kiddo," he said, holding out his hand, "time to dance!"

The child immediately latched onto his fingers, and as the beat dropped, they both began to move. Jiniret tried their best to copy his steps, their tiny limbs flailing in an adorably uncoordinated yet determined attempt. The crowd was in absolute awe, their cheers mixing with laughter as Hyunjin giggled through his own dance, unable to stop smiling.

He watched his child attempt a twirl and nearly topple over, but before they could fall, he caught them with a gentle laugh, lifting them into his arms. "You’re already stealing the show, little one."

Jiniret giggled, wrapping their arms around his neck. "I dance with Appa forever!"

Hyunjin’s heart clenched, his smile turning impossibly soft. He pressed a kiss to the child’s temple before turning back to the crowd, holding up the drawing once more. "STAYs, let’s give it up for the tiniest artist and dancer in the world!"

The crowd roared in approval, their love echoing through the stadium.

Hyunjin twirled with his little Jiniret one last time before whispering, "Alright, buddy, let’s finish strong."

HAN

Han wiped sweat from his forehead, taking a deep breath after yet another high-energy performance. He stretched his arms, ready to banter with STAYs when—

The first few notes of Hold My Hand began to play.

He blinked. This wasn’t part of the setlist.

The members looked just as confused as he did, but before Han could even ask what was going on, the entire stadium erupted in excited screams. He turned toward the side of the stage—

And there, waddling into the spotlight, was a tiny Hanquokka.

The child, dressed in a slightly oversized Hanquokka onesie, clutched a small electric guitar that was nearly half their size. They adjusted the strap clumsily, their little fingers fumbling on the fretboard before strumming a few hesitant notes.

Han’s jaw dropped. "What in the—who is this tiny rockstar?!"

The crowd screamed even louder as the tiny Hanquokka turned to look at him, eyes sparkling.

Then, as if things couldn’t get any cuter, the actual Hanquokka mascot peeked out from behind them, waving enthusiastically before skipping onto the stage. The two Hanquokkas—one big, one small—stood side by side, striking the same goofy pose.

Han clutched his chest dramatically. "I—I’m seeing double!"

The other members cracked up while the audience drowned the venue in cheers.

The tiny Hanquokka, still unaware of the absolute chaos they were causing, confidently stepped up to the mic. "Appa! I sing and play like you!"

Han gasped, dramatically staggering backward. "That’s my kid?! That’s my mini-me?!"

The child giggled, gripping the guitar tighter. "I play Hold My Hand! I practice with Hanquokka!"

At that, Big Hanquokka gave a series of exaggerated nods and a thumbs-up, as if confirming the statement.

Han fell to his knees, shaking his head. "STAYs, we just witnessed my kid’s solo debut! I wasn’t ready for this!"

The little Hanquokka strummed the guitar again, this time with slightly more confidence, as if trying to prove their skills. The crowd absolutely lost it, chanting for the tiny performer.

Han, still on his knees, looked between his child and Big Hanquokka. "This is betrayal! I thought I was the guitarist here!" He wiped a fake tear away. "I think I’m being replaced!"

The child, determined, pouted. "No, Appa! We play together!"

Han gasped again, clutching his heart. "Oh? Together?" He turned to STAYs with wide eyes. "What do you think? Should I let them play?"

The stadium exploded with a resounding "YES!"

Han turned back to his child, an exaggeratedly serious look on his face. "Alright, buddy. You ready?"

The little Hanquokka nodded furiously, bouncing on their feet with excitement.

Han kneeled beside them, adjusting the guitar strap to fit better on their tiny shoulders. "Okay, let’s do this."

With a deep breath, Han strummed his guitar, and his child followed suit, their little fingers pressing down on the frets with adorable determination. The sound was a little messy, but Han played along, guiding them through the chords.

Then, with the spotlight on them, they started singing Hold My Hand together.

Han softened his voice so his little one could shine, the crowd swaying and singing along. Big Hanquokka stood beside them, dramatically pretending to wipe away tears at the heartwarming moment.

By the final chorus, Han scooped his child up, guitar and all, twirling them in the air as they giggled. The stadium lights bathed them in a golden glow, and Han held his kid close, pressing a quick kiss to their temple.

"You’re amazing, buddy," he whispered.

Then, with a mischievous grin, he held the tiny Hanquokka up like a trophy. "STAYs, I think we have a new main vocal, guitarist and Hanquokka!"

Big Hanquokka dramatically collapsed onto the stage in mock defeat, causing Han and his child to burst into giggles.

The crowd roared with cheers, their love filling the entire stadium as Han pulled his child in for one last hug, letting the moment last just a little longer.

FELIX

Felix was fully immersed in the energy of Thunderous, his deep voice booming through the arena as he powered through his rap. The members danced in perfect sync around him, the bass shaking the ground beneath their feet. But then—

A sudden movement caught his eye.

At first, he thought it was just Bbokari, the mascot, making one of its usual playful appearances. But something was off. The figure beside Bbokari was much smaller—wobbling slightly as it rolled across the stage on a tiny skateboard.

Felix squinted, momentarily distracted from the performance. "Wait… Bbokari had a baby?!"

The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers as the tiny Bbokari attempted a trick, lifting one foot mid-glide before promptly losing balance and landing on their butt with a soft thump. Instead of crying, the little one bounced right back up, fists in the air. "I okay!"

Felix’s eyes widened in panic before he let out a breath of relief. "Oh, your mother is going to kill me!" he muttered into the mic, shaking his head with a grin.

The tiny Bbokari, unfazed, rolled toward him, coming to a dramatic stop right in front of his feet. They yanked off the oversized Bbokari headpiece, revealing a tiny face with the same freckles and bright eyes as Felix himself.

"Appa! Look!" they chirped, excitement radiating from every inch of their small body.

Felix’s heart melted on the spot. His entire face lit up as he crouched down, his hands on his knees. "Mate, that was amazing! You’ve got some serious skills!"

The little one giggled and raised both arms. "I skate, Appa! Whee!" With that, they pushed off again, rolling away in wobbly but determined strides.

The actual Bbokari mascot hopped beside them, mimicking their movements as the child attempted another trick—this time managing a little spin before nearly toppling over. Felix gasped dramatically, running a hand through his hair. "STAYs, my kid just out-skated everyone here!"

STAYs collectively melted, their cheers filling the arena as the little one skated back, beaming up at Felix with pure joy.

Felix crouched lower, opening his arms. "Come here, my little skater pro!" The child skated straight into his hug, giggling as Felix scooped them up effortlessly, lifting them into the air. "You just stole the whole show!"

The little one wrapped their tiny arms around his neck. "Appa, I skate with you next time!"

Felix chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head. "Next time? Oh, we’re definitely getting you some knee pads first, mate."

The big Bbokari gave a thumbs-up while patting Felix’s back, as if approving of the decision. Felix playfully sighed, looking out at the crowd. "Even Bbokari agrees! Guess I better start skateboarding again just to keep up with my kid!"

The tiny Bbokari wiggled excitedly in his arms. "Yeah! Skate with me, Appa!"

Felix let out a soft laugh, his heart swelling. Holding his child close, he rocked them side to side, basking in the warmth of the moment. The crowd chanted their names, and Felix gave his little one one last spin before setting them back down on their skateboard.

"Alright, one last trick for STAYs, yeah?" he said, stepping back with an encouraging nod.

The child grinned and rolled forward, arms stretched out dramatically as the arena filled with cheers. As they made their way across the stage, Felix clapped along with the beat of the music, his heart swelling with pride.

SEUNGMIN

The members were casually chatting with STAYs between songs, catching their breath and sharing playful banter, when suddenly—

A tiny PuppyM came sprinting onto the stage, gripping a plush bone with determination.

Before anyone could process what was happening, the small PuppyM whacked Hanquokka with the plush bone.

Smack!

Hanquokka stumbled dramatically, clutching his chest as if he had been gravely wounded, falls to the floor in slow motion.

STAYs erupted in laughter as the tiny PuppyM proudly posed with their "weapon," looking entirely too pleased with themselves.

Seungmin, initially confused, furrowed his brows. "Wait… why is there a tiny PuppyM?!" He turned to look at the actual PuppyM mascot, who was also staring at the small intruder, tilting its head in exaggerated curiosity.

The little PuppyM turned toward Seungmin, giggled mischievously, and suddenly took off in a sprint—arms wide open like they were about to tackle him.

Seungmin barely had time to react before the tiny figure latched onto his legs. "Whoa—hold on, buddy!" He quickly scooped the small PuppyM into his arms, adjusting them so they were securely perched against his hip.

The child squirmed playfully before reaching up and pulling off their PuppyM mask, revealing a very familiar face with a big, mischievous grin.

Seungmin’s eyes widened. "Wait—" he pointed at them, realization dawning on him. "You were just pretending to be PuppyM?! It’s you!"

"Appa!" the child squealed, throwing their arms around Seungmin’s neck.

STAYs collectively melted at the sight.

Seungmin, still processing the surprise, let out a soft laugh and shook his head, hugging his kid back tightly. "So this is where you’ve been hiding," he mused, ruffling their hair affectionately.

The little one giggled, gripping his shoulders and kicking their feet in excitement. Seungmin puts his kid down.

Hanquokka, still dramatically lying on the floor, Han speaks into his mic. "So, we’re just gonna ignore that Hanquokka was attacked by this tiny menace?!"

The child perked up and goes to Han and , in the most innocent voice possible, said, "Sorry, Uncle Hannie!" before immediately booping him on the leg with the plush bone.

Han let out another fake cry of defeat as the members and STAYs burst into laughter.

Seungmin sighed, shaking his head with amusement as he held his kid close. "STAYs, my child just exposed their inner chaos," he said, giving them a look of mock disapproval.

The child beamed, unbothered. "I play with Appa and PuppyM!"

The actual PuppyM waddled over and patted the child’s head approvingly.

Seungmin smirked and leaned into the mic. "Looks like PuppyMI have a new partner-in-crime now."

The crowd cheered as the tiny PuppyM gave an enthusiastic fist pump, ready for more mayhem

JEONGIN

The lights on stage flickered before suddenly plunging into complete darkness. The crowd held their breath in anticipation, wondering what was going to happen next.

Then, a spotlight flashed on, revealing two figures. One was the usual FoxI.Ny costume, but the other was... much smaller, holding something that was hard to make out in the dim light. As the figures stepped forward, the unmistakable sound of "Happy Birthday" softly began to play.

Jeongin blinked, confusion written all over his face as he pointed at the two. "Wait, wait, what’s this?" His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the situation. "What’s going on?"

The smaller FoxI.Ny hesitated for a moment, eyes wide with excitement, before taking a step forward with a small cake held carefully in their tiny hands. "Happy birthday, Appa!" they chirped, a grin spreading across their face.

Jeongin’s mouth dropped open, his eyes widening in realization. A laugh bubbled up from deep within him as he doubled over, clutching his stomach. "This is my kid?! Oh my god—STAYs, look at them!" He couldn’t stop laughing, his heart melting at the sight of his little one dressed in the familiar FoxI.Ny costume, holding a birthday cake just for him.

He bent down slowly, still laughing, and gently took the cake from the child’s hands. "You planned this, huh?" he asked, looking at the child with soft eyes.

The little FoxI.Ny nodded enthusiastically, giggling as they looked up at him. "I got you a cake! And we sing!" they added, bouncing excitedly on their little feet.

Jeongin chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really got me, huh? Happy birthday to me, then!" His voice was full of warmth and affection as he hugged his child tightly, the crowd’s cheers and laughter filling the air. "STAYs, this is the best birthday surprise I could ask for!"

The child beamed, eyes shining with pride as they squeezed Jeongin tighter. "I love you, Appa!"

Jeongin's heart swelled at their words. He pulled his kid into another tight hug, his voice soft as he whispered, "I love you, too, buddy. Best birthday ever."

He then turned toward STAYs, holding his child close. "Seriously, STAYs, can you believe this? Best birthday surprise ever!" he said into the mic, his face glowing with joy. The crowd cheered even louder, and the little FoxI.Ny bounced in Jeongin’s arms, loving every second of the attention.

Jeongin playfully raised the cake high in the air. "Who wants cake?!"

The crowd roared in excitement, and for a moment, everything felt perfect—a perfect birthday surprise from the person he loved most.

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leewritesstuff · 4 months ago

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AGE GAPS | SKZ members

Summary: They are suddenly concerned about the age gap that you guys have in the relationship.

Pairs: Chan x Reader, Minho x Reader, Changbin x Reader, Hyunjin x Reader, Han x Reader, Felix x Reader, Seungmin x Reader and Jeongin x Reader (individually)

CHAN

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CHANGBIN

HYUNJIN

HAN

FELIX

SEUNGMIN

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leewritesstuff · 4 months ago

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Group Event | Jeongin x Reader + (OT7)

Okay so this idea came to me and I just had to make it before I forgot about it!

Paring: Yang Jeongin x Female Reader Summary: So basically you accidentally send a pregnancy announcement to the group chat instead of privately messaging Jeonging

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New Hair | Chan x Reader

Hi, so made another one! I'll be making a master list soon, also I have some stuff for my male readers! I had used a previous app for the text messages but it doesn't work so now we're using this one, issue is, it's white mode and since my laptop is a HP the emojis come out as that feature, anyway enjoy!

#x reader #bang chan #christopher bang #stray kids x reader #stray kids fake texts #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids texts #skz imagines #skz texts #skz fake texts #skz #skz chan x reader #skz channie #skz chan imagines #stray kids bang chan

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Lee Felix x Tsundere!Reader

Hi thank you for reading! I haven't made one of these in years and decided to start back!

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Notes:

glad to finally start with this series. Its been on my mind for months! Hope you all enjoy, and if you have any ideas on the connecting parts, lmk!!

Warning:

Language, smut mentioned, fluff

You sighed as you walked to your local GameStop. It had just been too long since you've had a real connection, and you were desperate for anything.

Your friend who worked there had told you that they had a game donated that resembled a dating simulator, and that she set it aside for you. She did it mostly to tease you, but honestly, you really needed this.

You didn't know if it was truly a dating game or not, but you couldn't care less at the moment.

You came in, grabbed it, and paid.

You rushed home after stopping for lunch, starting your PC. You let it warm up while you showered and changed into your lounge clothes, rubbing your temples at the bright light in the dark room.

Your computer ate the disc, accepting it just as well as you did. The loading screen appeared, and you watched the sphere spin.

It seemed to last hours before you finally heard a ping.

It's done loading!

You quickly clicked the icon, watching the screen fall black before switching to a pale blue.

As it drifted to the logo,you noticed how it looked extremely pixelated but in a 90's Mario game way.

The title read, 'Stray Kids: Together'

Some clouds jumped in the background, the Play and Settings buttons appearing after a few seconds.

You admired the pastel aesthetic before moving your cursor to click on Play.

Gently clicking on your mouse, it sent you to yet another clouded screen with a small sunset.

Logs set 1

>Bangchan Last opened ?

>Lee Know Last opened ?

>Changbin Last opened ?

>Hyunjin Last opened ?

What type of names are these? You thought.

You noticed that each one didn't have a date log, so you were unsure if they were even opened yet.

Curious, you clicked the first name.

Then, your computer crashed.

You scoffed, cursing the damn old seeming cartridge. The pixels in the opening screen made it seem like it was made in the 90's, but the labeling date was scratched off so you didn't really know.

You were about to shut off your computer before the screen boosted, a light gray flickering against the screen.

You weren't sure what was happening before you saw the command,

Allow microphone access?

> Yes No

You clicked yes.

Allow camera access?

> Yes No

You clicked yes again, and that was when you heard a click, and then the spinning of a disc.

"Hello?"

You heard a voice from nowhere. You bristled, turning around to look in your room. Was someone here?

"Over here,"

Your head whipped back to the screen, only to be met with the most prettiest guy you had ever seen.

"Woah," you mumbled.

He grinned.

"What's your name?" He asked again. Did he have an accent?

"Y/n. You're...Bangchan?" You ask, pulling your chair closer to the desk.

"Your a quick learner,"

You blinked. What now?

"So...are you like an AI? Or, like, how are you speaking to me?" You question, resting your arm on your hand.

His eyes widen. "Uhh, I'm not actually sure. Honestly, I feel real, but I'm not? I don't know if that helps?" He cleared his throat. "But what I do know is that you need someone. You wouldn't be here otherwise,"

"How would you know that?" You jolt. He was spot on.

"I know what I was created for. We all do,"

Wait what?

"Who's we?"

He smiled, his eyes turning into crescents. So beautiful

"You saw the other names, right? There are more of us...more of me," He explained slowly. "Here I was thinking you were a quick learner,"

"Hey!" You both laughed at his comment, then you sighed.

"So, are you all the same? Just look different? What's the deal?"

He spinned, the back of his neck revealing a code. CB97

"No, we are all incredibly different. We couldn't be the same even if we wanted. Different code. I'm the first, so they consider me like...a big brother? We all serve different purposes for whatever you need," he scratched his head, and his hair moved so smoothly.

It was then that you realized that the screen was no longer pixelated like the opening screen, it was now hd, smooth. You could almost see his pores.

"Different purposes? What the hell does that mean, Chan?" You let it slide past, not realizing.

"Chan?" His eyes glistened. "I like it," he grinned, watching your face heat up.

"Purposes Chan," you remind quietly, twirling a piece of your hair.

"Right. Well me, I'm a comforter. I help you when your stressed. Lee know? He's kinda...sexual? He can help with those needs, but he can comfort too. Uhh Changbin, he's more of an amuser. Hyunjin, a relaxer and comforter. Han? He can do literally everything. He's the ace of the group. Felix, comfort. Seungmin? Amuser and sexual. Jeongin, all. You know?"

It was a lot to take In. You didn't even know what half of this meant. At least not yet.

"So if I were horny-" he cut you off.

"Han, Lee Know, Seungmin or Jeongin are your guys." He said, his eyes staring into your own.

You felt yourself flush.

"Are they all as pretty as you?" You whisper, making his face freeze.

"Uh, they are, if not prettier, y/n," he gently smiles, placing his hand flat against the screen.

"You couldn't help me?" You brought your own palm to rest against his, only to be met with a cold surface.

"I wasn't given that programming. If you need help, just log out and meet with one of the others," he explained, his eyes tracing your hand, almost as if to memorize it.

"Oh," was all you could say. "I'm okay, for now," you say with a cheeky smile, making him chuckle.

"Good to hear. You tired yet? It's dark," he asked, making you blink. You turned to look out your window.

Holy shit, it's dark!

"Oh my god i work tomorrow!" You curse yourself, jumping up from your chair.

You heard Chan laughing in the background.

"Can I jump on tomorrow?" You asked him after cleaning up a bit.

"You don't need to ask, y/n. We're yours!" He gleemed, his eyes shimmering in the light.

"Mine..." You repeat. You never really thought if it that way.

"Yes, y/n. Completely and utterly yours. I'm sure the rest will fall for you just as I did," he said.

You looked at him.

"How does a computer fall for me?" You were baffled at this point. What did he mean?

"This computer was coded with feelings," he grinned. "Goodnight, y/n!"

You didn't get to respond before he disappeared.

You were kicked to the opening screen, the pixelated clouds taunted you as they jumped up and down.

You absolutely felt so lucky to have found this game.

Connection found. Now you just need to pursue all eight men.

Tag list: @estella-novella @deadpool15

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Keeping Up With The Hollands | 04

Summary: You and Tom were offered to document your life since you are both famous in the entertainment industry. Now as you got older you left the entertainment industry and head for the medical field. How difficult can it be? Also, did I mention that you have kids?

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Writting this made me laugh at some parts pfftt. Anyway let's pretend that Far Away From Home was shooting during the time the boys were of age (forgot their age ngl 2 or 3 somewhere there)

Tom woke up first, sensing something on his face. He opened his eyes and catch a small foot in front of him. In confusion, he turned and notice all of his children on his king-size bed. Slowly but gently, he removed the feet that belonged to Edward.

He got up and head to the kitchen. Preparing breakfast for the family. His girlfriend Y/N was on a press conference for her charity.

"So today, we are going on the set of Spiderman Far From Home. Um, I'm not really sure how I'm going to do that and take care of four children. I know Harrison said he will be there but... I'm scared" he said to the camera as he tries to flip the pancake.

"I actually tried hiring a babysitter, they only lasted a few hours. I think I had forgotten to tell them that there would be more than one kids. Anyway, Ed and Chase gave them hell so they all left." After flipping the pancakes, Tom separated them, one for each boy and three for him, with some whipped cream on them.

Finish fixing up breakfast, he goes to wake up the boys, seeing as they are on a time limit. When he got there, he saw Jake up, trying to wake up his brothers.

Tom smile and ruffle the boy's hair, "Morning bud, you slept well?" Jake gave him a toothy grin and nodded. Jake got up and jumped into Chase's body making the boy yell, which woke up Max.

"Get up" Chase got up and pushed Jake down the bed, the two starting a fight. Jake's leg accidentally kicked Ed in his face, making the boy cry. Tom pulled away Chase from Jake and grabbed Ed, trying to soothe his nose.

"Alright, alright, it was an accident okay? You're okay" Once the boy calmed down, he picked up Maxton and carried him to the kitchen, as his two other ducklings followed.

Chase and Jake climbed into their highchair while Tom put Ed and Max in there's. He grabbed the prepared plates and gave them it.

Tom sat down in front of them, trying to feed each of the boys, "Chase is the only one who could fully feed himself, so I have to help the others."

Max took a piece of pancake and gave it to Tom, when Tom saw what he was doing, he opened his mouth and let Max feed him.

"Thank you Max for sharing." Max smiled and nodded and continued eating. After the boys were finished, Tom took their plates and washed them.

When he was done, he went to get the boys dressed including himself.

They made it to the studio safely. Tom took out each boy and placed name tags on them. He took Chase hand's who was holding Ed, then Jake's then Max and walked towards the entrance.

"Pa where we at?" Questioned Ed as he looked around the building.

"Well, we're at my work. You get to see Ironman, Thor-"

"Do we get to see Batman?" Tom looked at Max as if he just asked the weirdest question. As he was going to answer, Ed beat him to it.

"No stupid, they have Captin America"

"Aye! Don't call your brother stupid!" Ed pouted but kept quiet. After checking in with security and handing the children their passes they were allowed to enter.

As they were walking, Tom felt something heavy on his foot. He looked down and noticed Maxton was on it, he let out a sigh and tried to get the boy off of him.

"Max let go, I need to walk"

"No"

"Max, come on buddy, I need my foot"

"No"

Tom huffed and bent down, then he grabbed the boy making him scream. He tried shaking the boy off his foot but he wouldn't move. Giving up, he grabbed back Chase's hand and dragged his right foot.

"Stay then. Bloody hell"

On his way to his trailer, he showed the boys all the objects that were on the walls, the posters, the banners, the pictures of people etc etc.

Tom had left the boys in the lounge area with his stylist, Rachael since she asked too. He was grateful for that, but what he didn't mention was that they were slippery. Literally.

The poor woman's attention was more focused on Jake and Maxton fighting to get the last box of juice, that she didn't notice that both Ed and Chase were missing. Somehow, both boys ended up by the set where Tom was shooting his scene for Far Away Home.

They watch as 'Spiderman' fought Mysterio. Wanting to go help his father, Chase quickly took off his clothes and ran onto the set and started hitting Mysterio.

(I'm sorry I had to laugh at this scene pffttt)

"Someone's Kid is on set!" someone shouted

"Tom's!"

"Whoa! Hey hey! Get me down!" Tom yelled when he notices what's going on. Jake who was playing as Mysterio, 'fell' onto the ground yelling, "Argh! You got me! Man down!" Giggles and laughter could be heard around the seat.

After they got Tom down, he quickly grabbed his son, and shield him, "Mate, I get you're trying to save me and all but you need to keep your clothes on"

Chase smiled at his father, dimples on display. Tom couldn't hold in his laugh and just started bursting out. Jake got up from the ground and head over to the duo. "I guess we have a new spiderman?"

The director yelled for everyone to take a break, Tom, Chase and Jake head over to where Ed and Jacob were enjoying themselves at the buffet table.

"Ed, I thought I left you at Rachel's? Why didn't you stop your brother?"

"He's older" "Yes he is, but you know sometimes he acts like a div and you're stronger than him, so why didn't you?" "I saw food" Both Jake and Jacob laughed at that while Tom let out a sigh. He picked up the other boy and carried them to who knows where. They spent a good few minutes looking for the other two Hollands. After giving him, Tom carried the two to the lounge area. Tom got irritated when he saw both Jake and Max sitting next to Zendaya and Angourie who was entertaining the two.

"You're shitting me right?" The four turned towards the voice, Max with his bag on his back and Jake running up to their father's leg and hugging him.

"Daddy said a bad word" "Pay the cookie jar!" Both girls laughed at their friend, watching as his children scold him for cursing. Tom squeezed into the girls and sat on the couch. Noticing that his brother was nude, Max goes up to Tom and turned around. The said man opened the bag and took out some clothes.

While he was putting on the clothes on his eldest son, he kept mumbling about how 'what's with you and clothes?' and 'I will glue them onto you' or 'You have some issues with clothes'

Both girls found the whole scene to be entertaining considering the eldest son was fidgeting and feeling squirmish. Zendaya who had Max on her lap, played with the boy's hair while Angourie tickled Jake. Ed kept on enjoying his juice box.

After finishing dressing the boy, Tom took out a juice box from the bag and handed it to Chase. "Now keep your clothes on okay?" The boy nodded his head in return.

"So what's his issue with pants? Is it too tight or something?" Questioned Zendaya.

"No. He just doesn't like clothes for whatever reason. We're trying to break him out of it but it's hard. The lad just likes to keep his bits cool" "Tom never say that again please" "I'm just saying"

As he was going to say something else Rachel burst into the room panting and sweating, gasping for air. Quickly Tom got up and handed her a bottle of water while Zendaya rubs her back.

"Are you okay?" questioned Angourie. After calming herself down, Rachel turned to Tom and quickly started spurting out apologizes, "I-I'm sorry, I got distracted by Max and Jake? I think and then I lost the other two and then I told the two that were with me to stay put but when I came back they were gone!"

"Rachel, love, it's alright. I forgot to explain hay they tend to wonder about so that's my fault. I shouldn't have given you four kids. They are a lot to handle" After trying to reassure the woman, he turned to his troublemakers who all gave him a cheeky smile.

"You should apologise for worrying Mrs Rachel."

"We're sorry" The woman nodded her head and left the room, feeling tired after all of the stunts that were pulled on her today.

Since Chase interrupted the scene, the director decided to call it a day and sent everyone home. After Tom changes out of his suit, he heads back to the lounge to pick up his troublesome children.

Once they got home, Tom took them to the shower, after doing that he dressed the boys into their nightwear with the extra stress from Chase.

Once they were out cold, Tom grabbed his phone and called his wife.

"Hey love"

"Hey, you sound tired, how was today?" He took his hand and rubbed his forehead. A minute had passed.

"It was alright until Max and Jake gave Rachel the slipped, then while I was shooting Chase ran onto the scene and started hitting Jake" "He what?!" "Oh! Not our Jake, I mean Jake Gyllenhaal" "Almost got me rilled up"

"Yeah no, we were shooting a scene and Chase thought I was being attacked so he started hitting Jake, it was cute and funny but it did give me the day off. I got them ice cream, so we had a good day, yeah"

"Well I'm glad you guys enjoy yourself" "Yeah.. I miss you. I'm going to bed alright?" "Sure, night, love you" "Love you too"

Tom hangs up the phone and heads to bed, as soon as he laid down, he heard yelling in the other room.

"You got to be pissing me!" He complained but head into the other room to try and get his trouble makers back to sleep.

T A G L I S T @webmeupspiderdaddy @runawayolives @nerdy-collector-festival @hopelessromm@bi-lmg @speedyhandsbonkpalace (If you see this then I couldn't tag you) Want to be added? Then message me!

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Wally: You've heard of of Netflix and Chill, now get ready for IMAX and Climax.

Dick: Blockbuster and Cockthruster.

Roy: Hulu and Woohoo.

Y/N: Amazon Prime and Sexy Time.

Tim: Church and praying for forgiveness.

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Keeping Up With The Hollands | 03 (Interview)

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If you have questions that you'd like to ask for Tom or for.. you? Then don't be shy to send them. I apologize for this being late, my sister had a project and I got invested with Love Island

"Hey I'm Y/N L/N and I'll be playing with puppies while answering your questions, hit it" One of the staff members hands you a cute white pomeranian puppy.

"Oh, my fucki- wait I can't curse in front of you! You're too cute for me to do that" You sad suddenly forgetting that you were doing an interview. The Pomeranian puppy licked at your nose then barked at you wagging its tail. As you were giggling you heard a cough, realizing it was coming from the staff members.

"Oh right, sorry! I forgot I was doing this interview. Okay so let's start."

How do you deal with all the hate? And what's your motto for this year

"Uh I mostly ignore them, actually I have a high tolerance to ignore bullshit so if someone dislikes me or something I do and sends hate, I just basically say okay! ...Or just fall asleep. For the motto question, um well I don't have one but I could think of one....'Reject the status quo?' I don't know, I was watching too much High School Musical. Next question"

While you were answering the questions, another puppy came. You took it and place it on your lap, it was a German Shepherd puppy. You took your hand that has bracelets on it and dangled it in front of the puppies watching as they try to catch it. Smile instantly forming on your face.

Were there any struggles in you and Tom's relationship?

"Mhm, I like this question. Our relationship isn't as complex as thinks everyone thinks it is. When we first started dating there was a few issues since the age gap. We started dating when I was 27 and he was around 21, and people were sending me messages saying how I'm using him for his money and that I was some weird pedophile and I was so confused because don't you have to be with someone who's underage in order to be called that? Plus, I'm not bragging but I have more money compare to Tom. People are weird these days dude."

Do you have a crush on Harrison? If not, is there any other guy you find attractive?

That's a weird question to ask. Harrison is a very attractive guy and we respect each other. He's more of a best friend than anything. I really love him! For the other half... probably Niall Horan wait not, let's say the members of One Direction except for Harry yeah Zayne as well but um...maybe James Franco or Chris Evans? Look if I were to list all of my celebrity crushes we would be here all day so let's move on" You let out a giggle and smile when the Shepherd bark at you

"See, Sheppy here thinks so as well, don't you?"

There are rumours about Tom and Zendaya, saying that they are in a relationship do you think so?

"No, I don't, if anything I'd say Zendaya and I are in a secret - well not so secret now. I'm sorry Tom...but yeah uh, I don't think any of it, they both are close to me so I honestly don't think they would ever do something like that. Zendaya is an amazing actress and friend and if there's any issues I would most likely go to her for a second opinion and Tom, he's spectacular- oh my god, I've been hanging around with brits too much but anyway, he's amazing and the way that his parents brought him up, he wouldn't cheat."

Will you make music?

"Actually I thought the old songs...that I made weren't that good, but I'm surprised people actually like it. Uh, I probably have a good... 5 or so finished and a few unfinished ones but who knows I may put out some!"

Are there any upcoming movies?

Actually, there is. I have two upcoming movies with Tom, which was a surprise to me, but I'm not going to give any more details! I have a minor part in both The 100 and Euphoria. Any other projects you'll just have to wait and see~"

Why did you break up with Harry?

"Mhm, I'm not surprised at this but now, it's getting very old being asked this. I love Harry but it seems that Kendall Jenner was better than me? Not sure, but I had wished we had talked about this instead of me finding out from the internet. Wish him and her the best"

Noticing your distress, the Pomeranian came over and licked your face, a sad smile forming on your face.

What's one moment from your career that you'll never forget?

"I think one of the best moment I'll never forget is when a fan of mines came to a meet and greet and gave me a stuffed toy, I got two, one of a butterfly and one of me, and when she gave me it and I almost cried because I haven't gotten something hand made like that. She literally spent a whole week on it, what makes it even better is that they light up!"'

You lay down on the floor watching as the German Shepherd tried to tug your hand while the Pomeranian lays on your stomach. The camera shifts to face your view.

"Am I making your hands hurt?" You asked the cameraman but he just gave you a smile.

"Ah my bad, my back hurts from sitting like that so I needed a break, if your hands are hurtin' lemme know"

Last question: What advice would you give to a fan who's struggling with depression?

"Well, there isn't a best advice. For me when I had depression is that you aren't alone. There's actually a lot of people suffering from depression and I think being not okay is fine, you just need... to find something that's positive- actually, surround yourself with positive people that cheers you up, do something that you like, talk to people, that's what I did and I can honestly say that I'm doing great now."

As you sat up, you grabbed the Pomeranian and gently rest them on the floor, while the camera follows you. You smiled at the camera and wave.

"Thanks for sending in your messages! I really enjoy them. I am Y/n L/N and this has been Buzzfeed!"

T A G L I S T

@webmeupspiderdaddy @runawayolives @nerdy-collector-festival @hopelessromm@bi-lmg @speedyhandsbonkpalace

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