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shanedukie143 · 7 days ago
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I’m not gonna survive this tour……
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shanedukie143 · 8 days ago
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SKZ Headcannons
They see you in a bikini for the first time
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Pairing: Maknae Line x Plus Size Reader
{ Hyung Line can be found here }
Genre: Mild Angst | Fluff | Suggestive
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Jisung is Horny™️ | Body Insecurities | Mentions of Fat/Cellulite/Stretch marks | Reader refers to their body as “gross” | Boners | Pet names (baby, love, sweetheart)
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bf!Han - You ask for his advice on your suit choice
Jisung was sitting on your shared couch, watching anime with his hand in the popcorn bowl when you casually walked out of your bedroom in the most tantalizing piece of clothing known to man: a green polka dot bikini.
“Hey, do you think this will be okay for our beach trip?” You asked him, pausing next to the couch for his assessment. “I know it’s a public beach and there will be plenty of women in bikini’s but this one seems…I don’t know.” Jisung continued to stare, hand halfway to his mouth with the next bite of popcorn. You did a small turn before facing him again, realizing he had frozen face. “Ji?” You waved a hand in front of his face a few times, and he finally came to.
“Holy shit.” He dropped the popcorn back into the bowl and set it aside.
You looked scrumptious. Jisung had never seen you in a bathing suit like this before. The cut of it was really, really revealing. There were string ties at both hips and behind your neck, and your voluptuous curves were on display almost obscenely. His eyes trailed from your crotch to your tummy, up your sides and to your tits, spilling out of the top. He finally met your eyes and saw your expectant expression.
Jisung refocused. “Have you been saying something? Because I gotta admit I didn’t hear anything in the last…thirty seconds.”
“I said,” You giggled, gesturing down at your body, “is this appropriate for the beach next week? Or can you see too much of me.”
He swallowed thickly, picturing you on top of him with his face in your boobs. “Personally, I could do with seeing more of you…but as for the rest of our friends, this is about all I would allow.”
“You’re ridiculous.” You huffed, feeling slightly frustrated. “I’m being serious. Can you focus for 2 minutes?”
“Yes. Sorry. I’m listening.” Jisung sat up straight, pulling a pillow into his lap to cover his rager.
“I’m worried going out in this suit will turn heads in the wrong way. Cause you can see all my cellulite and stretch marks…and it’s not usually okay for fat people to walk around like this.” Your shoulders slumped at the end of your sentence.
Now he frowned. “Baby I love your body. You’re sexy as hell.”
“I know you think that, but what if I get dirty looks from other people?” You asked anxiously, hugging your elbows.
“(Y/n)…” Jisung reached for your hands, pulling you over to the couch. “First of all, fuck what other people think. And second of all, there is absolutely nothing ‘wrong’ or ‘gross’ about your body. You have the same right to wear a sexy little bikini as any other woman on the beach.”
Your forehead relaxed at his words, and you smiled softly, squeezing his hands. “Thanks for saying that Ji.”
“Well it’s the truth, baby.” He surprised you then by pulling you into his lap with a sudden burst of strength. “Now, wanna help me out with this problem you created?”
He raised an eyebrow as he moved the pillow off his crotch, showing you his ‘problem.’ You blushed furiously, but leaned down to kiss him without hesitation.
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bsf!Felix - You’re out shopping for swimsuits together
“(Y/n), come out! You’ve been in there forever. I wanna see how you look.” Felix tapped lightly on your changing room door.
“I don’t know Lix…none of these fit right.” You huffed through the door.
“Do you need me to get a different size?” He asked, taking a step back from the door as he heard you approach.
“I’ll let you decide.” You mumbled, opening the door enough so he could see inside.
“Wah~” Felix exclaimed when he saw the one you were wearing. It was the suit he’d picked out specifically for you when you’d been browsing. It was a daisy duke style two piece in baby blue with white daisies dotted across the fabric. The bottoms covered most of your tummy and butt, but your beautifully thick thighs and curvy legs were on full display. The top was strapless and synched in the center and at the sides with little bows, accentuating your full breasts perfectly. Felix was in heaven. “You look incredible!”
“Wait, what?” You asked him, shocked at his reaction. “You don’t think it’s…too tight?”
“Does it feel too tight?” Felix asked, barely containing his excitement at how cute and sexy you looked.
“No, but…” You trailed off, turning from him in the doorway to face the mirror behind you. “You can see all my rolls…and my stretch marks on my thighs—“
“Believe me, no one is looking at that, love.” Felix came up behind you and wrapped you up in a tight hug, like he often did when you were feeling less then cheerful. Only now he was thinking about the way your body fit back against him in a whole new way. “You’re gorgeous in this, we’re getting it.”
“Oh, come on Felix.” You tried to unwrap his arms from your waist, but he held tight and leaned forward to kiss your cheek, making you start to giggle.
“I’m serious. You can wear it the next time we go out on the company yacht.” He reassured you, finally stepping back when he felt his blood start to pump a little more southerly. He didn’t want you to feel that, anyway. You were strictly best friends, after all…
“No one wants to see this on the yacht.” You shook your head as you gestured down your body, but Felix turned you and caught your chin, stopping you short.
“Hey, none of that, love. You’re always a treat to look at. Even more so in this bikini.” Then he kissed your forehead, making your blush. “Now get changed, I’m treating you to ice cream next.”
Felix left you in the changing room, going to the front to pay for all of your items as a surprise. It was the only way he could be sure you’d walk out of there with that bikini.
Now he just had to figure out how to spend the rest of the afternoon with you without letting his mind wander to inappropriate places, picturing his best friend in a whole new way…
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roommate!Seungmin - He sees you trying on your new bikini
Seungmin was bumming around your shared apartment, bored out of his mind. He ate a snack. Tried to watch some TV, waiting for you to come out of your room so he could annoy you for entertainment.
Eventually he got tired of waiting, and marched over to your room, opening the door without even knocking.
“Bro, what the fuck?” You scoffed at him, turning around from your full length mirror where you’d been looking at yourself. “You’re supposed to fucking knock? I could’ve been naked!”
“New suit?” He asked, casually leaning against the doorway and using all of his strength to keep his expression neutral.
You huffed but dropped your anger, knowing you’d get nowhere with Seungmin that way. You turned back to the mirror examining yourself with a frown. “Yeah. But I think I have to return it.”
“Why?” He asked, talking a few steps into your room to get a closer look.
You were in a high waisted bikini set. The bottoms started in a lovely yellow and faded up in a gradient to a sunset orange top, with spaghetti straps and clasps in the back. Your wide hips filled the suit so nicely, your butt peaking out the bottoms just a little, teasingly. The bikini top was padded like a wire bra, and your cleavage was slightly spilling out of the cup.
It was the most of your skin Seungmin had ever seen, and he was trying to be normal about it.
“Well, look at me…” You gestured to your curvy, full body.
“I am.” Seungmin wasn’t computing. “What’s wrong? It looks cute.”
“Cute? Come on…I look completely unappealing. And jiggly.” Your lip trembled a little at the end and Seungmin frowned.
“Well I don’t agree.” He folded his arms over his chest. “I think you should keep it. And wear it to the pool next time we go.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, surprised by his forwardness. You’d been expecting him to make fun of you. Your shoulders relaxed back down. “You really think it looks okay?”
“More than okay.” He felt his composure starting to slip, and before he could do something stupid like reach out and slip a strap off your shoulder, he turned to leave. “It looks great (Y/n).”
He left your room without looking back, but if he had he would’ve seen your cheeks blushing profusely as you smiled.
Seungmin’s own thoughts were preoccupied with the shape of your body, and how soon he could arrange a pool date for the two of you.
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best friends brother!I.N - He joins the beach trip not realizing you’d be there in that outfit
When Jeongin had agreed to come to the beach with his older sister and her group of friends, she’d neglected to mention you would be there. His long time crush and big sister’s best friend.
Everyone was standing on the beach under the canopy they’d just set up, putting on sunblock. His sister and her boyfriend were helping each other apply it while the other friends all paired off to help each other.
Somehow you and Jeongin were the only ones left without assistance.
“Will you get my back?” You asked Jeongin as he stood there staring around him like a lost puppy. He immediately started sweating at the thought, not answering as you started to take off your clothes. When you straighted back up and were just in your white bikini, you poked him on his bare shoulder. “Iyen-ah?”
“What?” He blurted, trying desperately not to stare at your boobs.
You were wearing a white two piece bikini that hugged your plump body in a mouthwatering way. The bottoms were a skirt that fell only to the tops of your thighs, your grippable butt still peaking out of the back. The top was a wrap around style that tied behind your neck, pushing your breasts up and creating a valley of cleavage that Jeongin wanted to dive into. Suddenly he realized he was staring very inappropriately and snapped his mouth closed.
“You good, Innie?” You chuckled at him, pulling your hair up into a hun before grabbing the sunblock spray.
“Sorry, I was um, distracted. What did you need?” He tripped over his words, suddenly very glad he had tight underwear on under his trunks to keep his growing boner tucked away.
“Can you spray my back for me?” You asked Jeongin again, offering the sunblock.
“Oh yeah, sure.” He took the bottle and let out a breath when you turned around, offering your back to him. This view was almost as good as the front, your hips curving in a beautiful s line and your plump butt sticking out slightly as you waited for him to spray you.
He finally did so, uncapping the bottle and spraying your back, shoulders, and the space between your butt and the bottom of your top. When he was done you turned around and held out your arms. “Get the front for me?”
You were smirking mischievously.
Jeongin swallowed and did as you asked, letting his eyes travel over your exposed skin unhindered while he made sure to cover you in the protective spray. “O-okay, I think I got everywhere.”
“Thanks sweetheart.” You winked at him, taking the bottle back and blinking up at him suggestively. “Want me to do you?”
Jeongin almost choked before he could control himself, managing just to nod and keep his mouth clamped shut. You smirked as you went about spraying him down, making sure to get every inch of his chest and back before recapping the sunblock. “Th-thanks (Y/n).”
“Anytime.” You winked at him again as you undid your hair, letting it billow around you in the wind. “Can I find you later when i’m ready to get sprayed down again?”
“Yeah, uh, sure.” He nodded, trying not to move his hands down to palm himself over his shorts. Holy fuck you were doing this to him on purpose.
“Time to go get wet.” You wiggled your brows at him before turning and heading off towards the water, leaving Jeongin standing there speechless and neck flaming.
He was either about to have the best, or worst day of his life watching you in this bikini, depending on how you looked at it.
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shanedukie143 · 9 days ago
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WIFE MATERIAL — 𝐎𝐓𝟖
📱 in which you've only been together for a month or two but a small act of service makes them want to drop on one knee.
warnings– nothing but men who are down bad for their girls <3
a/n– don't get used to the daily posts pls, I have a week off and got time on my hands rn :') | started a taglist so if you wanne be on it, feel free to ask!
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방찬 — Bang Chan
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이민호 — Lee Minho
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서창빈 — Seo Changbin
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황현진 — Hwang Hyunjin
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한지성 — Han Jisung
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이필릭스 — Lee Felix
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김승민 — Kim Seungmin
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양정인 — Yang Jeongin
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taglist: @velvetmoonlght
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shanedukie143 · 10 days ago
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Fanfic Secrets (Maknae Line)
summary: when he catches you reading his fanfic
pairing: skz maknae line x fem!reader
genre: fluff, humor
Hyung Line
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Han Jisung
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Lee Felix
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Kim Seungmin
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Yang Jeongin
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Permanent Taglist 1:
@lov3rachan @pixie-felix @ellemir2404 @willowhanji @skzimagines @wavetohannie @jamroses @vietjeb @kayleefriedchicken @kokinu09 @nightmarenyxx @my-neurodivergent-world @shuuporanglinos @silly250 @thecutiepieme @stay-tiny-things @inlovewithstraykids @skz-ot8-stay @emilyywhyy @havenwithleeknow @hungryhobbit815 @seungminnieinthebuilding @geni-627 @ye0lkkot @yaorzu-blog @butterflybananabread @nightshadeblooming @rockstarkkami @finannn @poody1608 @scarlet789 @mbioooo0000 @icannotbelieveit @casperlynn23 @rtyuy1346 @maddy24207 @ari-hwanggg @jisuperboard @nougatjade @skzlover24 @velvetmoonlght @unintentionalbee @theeonlywanii @enhacolor @aria-again @millannniii @silentreadersthings
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shanedukie143 · 10 days ago
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Fanfic Secrets (Hyung Line)
summary: reading your idol boyfriend’s fanfic was fun… until he caught you in the act
pairing: skz hyung line x fem!reader
genre: humor
a/n: this is based on this request ♡
Maknae Line
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Bang Chan
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Lee Know
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Seo Changbin
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Permanent Taglist 1:
@lov3rachan @pixie-felix @ellemir2404 @willowhanji @skzimagines @wavetohannie @jamroses @vietjeb @kayleefriedchicken @kokinu09 @nightmarenyxx @my-neurodivergent-world @shuuporanglinos @silly250 @thecutiepieme @stay-tiny-things @inlovewithstraykids @skz-ot8-stay @emilyywhyy @havenwithleeknow @hungryhobbit815 @seungminnieinthebuilding @geni-627 @ye0lkkot @yaorzu-blog @butterflybananabread @nightshadeblooming @rockstarkkami @finannn @poody1608 @scarlet789 @mbioooo0000 @icannotbelieveit @casperlynn23 @rtyuy1346 @maddy24207 @ari-hwanggg @jisuperboard @nougatjade @skzlover24 @velvetmoonlght @unintentionalbee @theeonlywanii @enhacolor @aria-again @millannniii @silentreadersthings
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shanedukie143 · 11 days ago
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Actually tying the knot ⋅ Lee Know
After months of false alarms, Lee Know proves he’s more than just bark and no bite. pt.2 of Just tying the knot
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It had been three days away from the city and Minho had been a bit… odd. 
Not in the obvious “something’s wrong” kind of way. Just… off. Like his mind was somewhere else.
But Minho had “weird days” sometimes. You didn’t press.
The two of you had escaped to a quiet countryside guesthouse, tucked behind a wraparound garden with a sky so clear it felt scrubbed clean. 
You’d spend most of the day walking trails, feeding stray cats near the village market, and laughing at how Minho, predictably, kept getting distracted by every single one. Every cat, no matter how scruffy or aloof, had his full attention until you tugged at his sleeve and teased, “We’re not adopting another, you know.”
“Just saying hello,” he’d mutter defensively, but his grin betrayed him.
By night, the air had cooled enough for you to pull on a sweater. Maybe you were wearing his. Maybe you always ended up wearing his. 
You stood with him on the patio, a blanket draped over both your shoulders, leaning against the railing of the little patio, little soft light illuminating the space around you like little fireflies. Above you, the stars spilled wide and bright, scattered like spilled glitter across an endless black canvas.
“Wow,” you breathed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many.”
Beside you, Minho hummed low in his chest. His hand was warm, wrapped around yours beneath the blanket. “City doesn’t let you. Too many lights.”
You tilted your chin skyward, trying to trace the constellations you half-remembered from textbooks. But when Minho spoke again, his voice was softer – almost thoughtful. “Kind of unfair how pretty it is.”
But when you glanced over, he wasn’t looking at the sky.
He was looking at you.
You tried to play it off, tilting your head back again to search the stars, but you felt the weight of his gaze linger. His thumb brushed absently over your knuckles. And in that unspoken way you sometimes did, you thought about how seamlessly your life had folded into his. There was no border anymore between yours and his – it had happened without either of you noticing.
His hand shifted. You looked down to see his fingers brushing the delicate chain at your throat – the small pendant that had been his very first gift to you years ago, back when the two of you had been dating only a few months. You hadn’t even realized you’d grabbed it this morning.
He held it between his fingers for a beat, a faint smile flickering across his lips that said more than words could before lifting his gaze towards the sky. His eyes lingered for a moment, like he was grounding himself in the endless stretch of stars. When his gaze came back to you, it carried a weight you couldn’t name yet.
But he didn’t say anything. Just released the pendant carefully, letting it fall back against your skin.
“Hey…” He reached for your hand, squeezing it in his for a moment.
Before you could respond, he let go.
Not abruptly. Just… gently. Lingering, like he was reluctant to break the contact. You watched his fingers slip away from yours, confused, until he took one slow step back.
Then another.
And then—he lowered to one knee.
For a heartbeat, your brain didn’t compute. Your first thought – embarrassingly – was ‘Oh, here we go again’. That stupid reflex from months of false alarms flaring up, a half-second muscle memory of exasperation. But when your eyes met his, the thought died instantly.
No smirk. No glint of mischief. Just… Minho, looking up at you. His expression was shy – almost nervous – with the faintest crease between his brows like he wasn’t sure if he could get the words out right.
Your chest tightened.
“Minho…” you said softly, the blanket slipping from your shoulders. 
He took a breath, eyes flicking briefly towards the ground before finding yours again. The patio light caught in his eyes, warm and bright. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said quietly. “That I’m messing with you again.”
You huffed out a tiny laugh, because, well… yeah. “Kind of hard not to.”
His lips quirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I meant it when I told you I’d want you to know when it’s real. And.. this is.”
The air around you shifted, heavy with something beyond jokes and teases.
He reached into his jacket pocket, and your breath caught when he pulled out a small velvet box.
“This isn’t because you threatened to beat me to it,” he said, his voice warm but still carrying that edge of nervousness. “And it’s not because I ran out of ways to tease you.”
Your throat tightened painfully.
“It’s because,” he went on, “after five years of you putting up with me. Laughing with me, making me feel like—” he swallowed, “—like I’m home no matter where we are… I can’t picture any part of my life without you in it. And… I don’t want to keep living a life where I hope you’ll always be there. I want to know. I want to make it certain. I want it to be us. Always.”
You blinked rapidly. You weren’t the type to cry, and you’d probably laugh at yourself if you did. But when you glanced up at the sky for a second, the stars were a little blurry.
“So,” he breathed, opening the box to reveal a beautiful, slender ring, “will you marry me?”
For a second, you just stared. Partly because your brain was still catching up, partly because Minho looked so hopeful – like he’d been holding his breath for months, maybe years, waiting for this exact moment.
And then you sank down before your mind could even catch up, knees pressing against the cool wood as your hands cupped his face. “Yeah… yes,” you whispered, voice breaking into a laugh. “Of course, I’d marry you.”
His shoulders sagged with an exhale, the smile breaking across his face slow and unstoppable. He slid the ring onto your finger with hands that were slightly trembling despite his collected exterior.
You weakly added, “Pabo,” as if he could’ve really thought you wouldn’t say no to him.
But he kissed you before you could finish the word, kissing you with a passion that stole your breath. When he pulled back, his lips brushed against yours as he murmured, “Not letting your first word as my fiancée be an insult.”
You smiled, shaking your head at his teasing like you always did – but then your eyes widened a beat later as the word actually hit you. 
Fiancée. You were his fiancée. You were engaged. The two of you were engaged.
Minho caught your expression instantly. His grin softened, his eyes glinting. “You just realized, didn’t you?”
Your mouth opened, then closed again, words scrambling out uselessly. “I mean—I knew, obviously, I just—”
He chuckled, thumb brushing over the new ring on your finger like he was memorizing the sight. “Unbelievable. I spend months teasing you about proposing, and when I finally do, you’re more shocked by what it meant as a consequence.”
Heat flooded your cheeks. “That’s not—okay, maybe a little.”
He leaned closer, dropping his voice slightly. “Wow. My fiancée is slow on the uptake. Good thing she’s cute.”
“Minho!” you groaned, burying your face in his shoulder to hide the stupid grin spreading across your face.
He laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to your hair, his voice low and teasing against your ear. “Better get used to it. You’re stuck with me now, jagiya.” his smile grew sly, “Or… should I start calling you yeobo soon—”
Before he could finish the word, you grabbed the collar of his jacket and kissed him, catching him mid-tease this time. He made a muffled sound against your mouth, then melted into it, his laughter humming low in his chest as he kissed you back.
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Later, curled back on the patio with the blanket and his head resting against yours, you murmured, “You know, I’m glad you chose to ask like this and not that time Dori started throwing up.”
He groaned. “You had to bring that up now?”
“You were kneeling, Minho. I thought that was it. My heart almost gave out—and then you had to clean up cat vomit.”
He buried his face in your shoulder with a muffled groan while you laughed, the sound echoing up towards the endless sky.
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shanedukie143 · 11 days ago
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dad!skz series | when he's leaving for tour (hyung line)
ot8 reactions | dad!skz x f!reader au genre: crack | fluff | (edit : light angst) summary: when leaving for tour for the first time since you're parents is harder than he expected a/n : coming back with a little dad!skz / hubby!skz flavor... might turn it into a series, we’ll see how you feel about it 👀 ✧ hyung line | maknae line (coming soon)
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bang chan (9 month old girl)
“okay, so bath every night at 7:30. But if she seems tired earlier you can bump it to 7:10. just don’t go past 7:45 because that messes with her sleep window.” you stare at him. you’re literally rocking your baby in one arm while drinking your coffee “…you good?” “ALSO” he continues, ignoring your question entirely as he holds up a labeled baggie “this is the emergency pacifier bag. labeled ‘emergency.’ not to be used unless necessary” you nod. he narrows his eyes “repeat it back to me.” “...are you serious.” “yes.” “you are the father of this baby. i am the mother of this baby. i know what pacifier emergency looks like.” chan looks like he’s on the verge of tears. “i just...I don’t wanna miss anything. what if she says a new word. what if she gets another tooth. what if she hugs the dog and i’m not here to cry about it.” “what if you go finish packing before you miss your flight” “she’s gonna forget me.” “you just cuddled her for an hour and said ‘i’ll never leave you in spirit’.” “AND I MEANT THAT” he finally sets the emergency bag down. double checks the travel crib is still folded, even though it’s staying here. checks the baby monitor batteries. reopens his backpack to make sure he packed her hospital hat from birth for emotional support. when it’s finally time to leave, he kisses your daughter like five times. then three more. then one last one. you put the baby down for a nap. and then he turns to you. “okay. now you.” you pause mid sip of your coffee “…hm?” he walks over dramatically, cupping your cheeks and he grins “don’t act like you’re not gonna cry the second i leave.” “i’m not” “you’ll miss daddy sooooo much huh?” you slap his chest “don’t say it like that!” he lowers his voice, teasing “gonna miss your big strong man around the house? gonna be all cold and empty in the bed without me—” you literally grab his suitcase and start dragging it to the door “OKAY GOODBYE” he laughs as you push him out. leans back in one more time, kisses your cheek, then your lips, then your neck. you roll your eyes “you’re so annoying.” he winks “you love it” and you do. but still, you slam the door (with love) in his face before you start smiling too much. from outside, he shouts: “CALL ME IF SHE BLINKS IN A NEW WAY!!!”
lee know (2 year old boy)
you watch from the doorway, arms crossed, as minho calmly packs the last of his things. your 2 year old is stuck to his shin like a sock you can’t shake off. just waddling with him as he moves. whimpering occasionally. “he’s being dramatic” minho mutters, zipping his suitcase. he walks to the kitchen for his travel mug. your son follows. he walks to the bedroom to grab socks. your son? still there. he sneezes? your son gasps in sympathy. and the whole time minho’s like, “he’s fine. this is normal. he’s just clingy.” okay, dr. delulu. he’s totally chill. totally composed. totally... dying inside. he zips his suitcase with one hand while holding his son on his hip like it’s nothing “i’ll be back in a week. it’s no big deal.” “you’re leaving for 3 weeks” “...don’t correct me.” you finally step forward as it’s time to leave, arms out. “okay baby, come to mama” but when you reach for your son, minho just... doesn’t let go. you pause. “minho.” “…what” “you’re not letting go” “yes i am.” “you are physically holding onto him” “...that's crazy” you squint “you said you were fine” “i am fine.” “then let him go.” “...no.” you and your son both just stare at him. minho clears his throat. “he needs one more hug.” “you’re not even hugging him. you’re just holding him like a football.” “it’s our thing” you sigh. “okay. one more hug. then you go.” minho nods. they hug. your son sniffles. minho sniffles. you try to take him one more time. minho doesn’t budge “…he has abandonment issues.” “HE LITERALLY DOESN’T. BUT HE WILL IF YOU DON’T LET HIM GO.” you finally peel your kid off him and give minho a hard stare. he stares back, blank. but his ears are so red. “…you okay?” he nods once. he leans in to kiss your cheek, quick and soft. murmurs “you’ll be okay?” you smirk “what, no dramatic holding for me?” he deadpans “you don’t cry when i leave” “i might.” “you won’t.” you raise an eyebrow “…you’ll miss me too, huh?” he scoffs “I’ll be too busy sleeping without someone stealing the blanket” you nudge him “and without someone asking you to rub their back every night?” he pauses “…shut up.” you grin. he leans in and kisses you properly this time, lingering for a second. his fingers brushing over your jaw, soft. “…yeah” he mumbles, low so only you hear “i’ll miss you too.”
changbin ( 10 month old girl)
“okay! i’m heading out! it’s fine! we’re all fine!” changbin is literally yelling as he ties his shoes in the hallway. your 10 month old daughter is watching him from your hip. wide-eyed. quiet. you raise a brow “…you good?” “YEP” he sniffs. loudly. “just allergies.” “…babe it’s 11 at night.” “pollen doesn’t sleep, babe.” he stands up and clears his throat then holds out his arms “gimme” you hand her over and immediately regret it. because now she’s got both arms around his neck and her tiny face is smooshed into his shoulder. and now changbin is... just standing there. swaying. kissing her soft little head every 5 seconds. mumbling: “appa loves you. appa’s gonna facetime you every day. appa’s gonna...uh gonna come back with presents, okay?” she yawns into his hoodie. he gasps “did you see that? she yawned. SHE’S SAD.” you snort “she’s tired.” “AND SAD.” he finally peels her off, very slowly, whispering “i’ll be back, i’ll be back, i swear” then hands her back to you and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand you smirk “you’ll miss me too, right?” he exhales so dramatically “…yes. i’ll miss everything. i’ll miss you. i’ll miss her. i’ll miss her weird laugh and the way you steal my fries and the way she throws up on your shoulder and you pretend she didn’t” you laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek “just don’t cry in the group photo again.” “NO PROMISES.” he gets one foot out the door... then stops. turns back around “WAIT. WAIT WAIT WAIT.” you freeze “what??” he sprints back in, kisses your baby’s hand. then kisses your hand. then your mouth “okay. NOW i’m ready.” you whisper “you forgot your suitcase” he gasps “GODDAMNIT.”
hyunjin (10 month old girl)
he's pacing the hallway. suitcase packed. heart shattered. but hair perfect. "i can't do it" he whispers dramatically. you blink. “do what. leave?” "yes." "...hyunjin you're flying to japan. not mars." “same energy.” you’re carrying your 10 month old daughter on your hip, trying to grab her pacifier off the table. he immediately swoops in and snatches her back like you’ve been stealing her this whole time. “let me hold her. she wants me.” “she just spit up on your neck.” “that’s her saying she loves me in baby.” she starts chewing on his hoodie strings. he melts on the spot. the clock ticks. he sighs. kisses your daughter on the cheek. then forehead. then both hands. then dramatically holds her close like she’s fading into dust. "appa has to go, baby. be strong. eat well. sleep well. don’t forget me. don’t replace me. if your omma tries to make you like her more than me—" “HYUNJIN” "—i’m not saying she’s evil, i’m just saying watch your back" "you're so unwell." he turns to you. “take care of her.” “...i birthed her.” “that doesn’t mean you’re qualified.” “WHAT” “i’m sorry! i’m just anxious! you’re so pretty and cool, she might forget i exist!” you fold your arms “do you think our baby is gonna come to me one morning like ‘actually… i’ve decided appa is mid now’?” he gasps “DO YOU THINK SHE WILL??” you roll your eyes then you try to guide him out the door. he refuses to walk. like. physically stops moving. “wait just one more hug. i have to feel her tiny squishy cheek on my face one more time. just one more. JUST...okay one more. ONE MORE” he finally pulls back from his 294th goodbye hug she’s basically asleep in his arms and you’re just standing there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised like : “…do i get a kiss too? or did you forget you’re in love with me as well.” “OH! of course, baby!!” he turns, leans in... and gives you the fastest forehead kiss in recorded history. like boop. and he’s already turning back to nuzzle your daughter's cheek again. you blink “SIR???” he bursts out laughing, holding his chest “okay okay i was just playing! COME HERE” he grabs your face and smothers you in kisses saying “m’wife m’wife m’wife” between every one while you’re trying not to laugh and push him off. then he grins all proud “i would miss you too, if you weren’t so annoying.” you smack his arm. he kisses you again. and then one last dramatic whisper into your baby’s ear before he leaves: “don’t forget who's your favorite.”
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shanedukie143 · 12 days ago
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And they were roommates 🌀
aka your life as the third in skz new dorms
💌 a/n: people liked the other posts?!?? so apparently I'm good enough to do this~ thank you everyone♡ update: more roommates shenanigans [ here ]
📌 warnings: felix is accused of doing the unholy but there's no further mentioning, hyunjin gets drunk and vomits (no details)
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lino ( 이민호 ) ♡ han ( 한지성 )
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chan ( 방찬 ) ♧ i.n ( 양정인 )
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felix ( 이필릭스 ) ☆ seungmin ( 김승민 )
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hyunjin ( 황연진 ) ♤ changbin ( 서창빈 )
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shanedukie143 · 12 days ago
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asking bf! skz to let you do a tiktok on them
ꨄ︎ pairing: bf! skz x fem! reader
ꨄ︎ genre: crack/slice of life
ꨄ︎ summary: you want to show your nails by rubbing your hand over your bf's clothed dick.
ꨄ︎ tw: suggestive, attempted humor (i'm not funny pls lemme live), mention of sex (blowjob, handjob), sexual jokes
a/n: this might be out of character for some, i'm still trying to get used to fake chats. tips and help is appreciated, pls be kind.
hyung line
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shanedukie143 · 12 days ago
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When it Comes to You
Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader
TW: 18+ MDNI, Yandere content, bribery, blackmail, Dub-con, Reader works at a brothel (is not a courtesan)
AN: I've just been watching a lot of apothecary diaries tbh and I needed to write something
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A job is a job, you often thought to yourself as you tried not to cough from the smell of booze and tobacco, and mora is mora. You didn't have the luxury of denying yourself a single cent. Every little piece of gold, shiny and polished or scuffed and dirty was one step closer to your goal and another away from your debt. Away from him, who didn't try to hide that he was finding his pleasure in watching you drowning under the weight of your obligations.
You were to pour drinks. Whether it be tea, water, or wine. Scurry around the large main hall, entertain the guests waiting for their chances with a lady of the night and pour their drinks. Keep a smile on their faces and their pockets empty. Keep them distracted from just how much they were spending, keep their cigars lit, keep them cheerful and drunk. All simple tasks, in theory. In practice you ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, all while the guests leered at you like a piece of meat. It was dehumanizing, but it paid well and paid quickly. You'd receive a bag of mora at the end of every shift, the amount varying based on how well you'd done that day.
Most of it, you couldn't keep. After paying for necessities, you'd walk on your aching feet to the northland bank and pay off a bit more of your debt. You were barely chipping at the high fortune that you owed, but anything was better than the alternative.
And much to your dismay, the alternative was sitting at one of your tables. With that same empty eyed smile and one long leg casually crossed over the other. He tapped his finger against the rim of his empty glass, taunting you in the one place where he knew you couldn't retaliate. Another lady approached him, head bowed while she attempted to pour his wine, but he shooed her away just as quickly with a wave of his hand. He didn't want her, he wanted you. He wanted you to see and know that he wanted you.
You couldn't look angry, nor annoyed, anything less than an enthusiastic smile meant less pay. So with your lips curled too tightly, to the point of near pain, you kneeled next to his table and filled his glass with the cooled liquid. Ajax seemed pleased with your service. Although, he always seemed pleased when you were around. He kept a smile on his face in your presence , not because he had to, but because he wanted to, like he was incapable of looking anything but smug when near you. With that same expression, he took a singular sip of his wine before sitting the glass back on the table. 
“Stay,” he ordered quickly when he saw even the flicker of possibility of you leaving. You stayed kneeled next to his table as you were told, the last thing you needed was him complaining to your boss, a habit he'd made to keep you as in debt as possible. And Ajax was a high paying customer, one that they wanted to keep. His words were like law to your employers, anything less than perfection with his service would be met with the dock of your pay.
Ajax wanted you to be as poor as possible. He wanted you to be pressed under his thumb, to be weak to his will and in need of his favors. It was those same favors that'd gotten you into this mess now, and those same favors were only digging your hole deeper. You owed him a lot. Not him, per say, but the Northland bank. Usually owing money meant you'd be shaken down by a low level fatui foot soldier, yet Ajax had taken a particularly notable interest in you. One that did more harm than good. It bordered on obsession, although he'd play that observation off with a smile.
“You're late,” his words were followed by another sip of wine. He didn't have to tell you what you were late on, you knew he was referring to a payment. There was a happy chirp to the way he spoke, a playful sweetness to his tone that would've been charming, had he not been smiling at your misery.
“I paid yesterday,” you insisted. It was difficult getting your anger across with a forced smile on your face, but your strained voice and gritted teeth would have to suffice.
“You paid the principal,” he playfully tapped your nose with the cold tip of his finger and you resisted the urge to snap and bite, “Not your interest.”
“I was told I could pay it later, I'll have it by the end of the week,”
“Told by whom? Was it me?” He looked so proud of himself as he spoke watching you grow more and more frustrated while being unable to express it, “If it wasn't by me then it wasn't part of your arrangement.”
“I can pay at the end of the night if you wait for my shift to be over,” you sighed, letting the smile drop for only a moment. You thought it strange how sweetly the teller at the bank was when she insisted that you could pay the interest later. Against your better judgement, you listened. Why were you dumb enough to think you had allies on your side? To think that he wasn't still pulling strings, even when he was nowhere near.
An expression crossed Ajax's face. A familiar one. A bad one. The look he made when an idea struck him. Or, perhaps when he knew he'd finally be able to get what he wanted. That's the look he gave you, and felt your heart sink. 
“You won't make enough,” there he was again, saying those harsh words with a singsong tone, reveling in your misfortune, “With the late fee on top, you'll be short.”
You scoffed, letting the cheerful facade drop. There'd never been a late fee before, but Childe was insistent in getting what he truly wanted from you. Your one slip up was going to be your detriment, and his greatest achievement so far. You could see it in the sparkle in his dead, hollow blue eyes. He was anticipating just this, almost as if he'd plotted the entire thing himself. A conspiracy like that wasn't far off in terms of what the man in front of you was capable of, the one who was looking down upon your pitiful kneeling form in delight about the ownership of you that he dangled over your head.
“Take me as a client tonight and consider yourself cleared of this weeks payment-”
Your glossed lips parted quickly to stop his train of thoughts, but he cut you off by placing a finger against them. You couldn't see it, but you could feel the soft shade from your lips smear across his digit and onto your cheek.
“-and the next,”
You felt your world stop at this statement. Suddenly, the brothel that was so noisy and overbearing, was silent. Two weeks with no payment? Childe was never that generous. But he was also a man who was always two steps ahead. He'd been wanting to bed you since the day you walked into that bank the first time. All smiles with a hand resting too low upon your waist while selling you a loan that would essentially take your entire life to pay back. You were naive then. Naive and desperate. And somehow, you were worse now.
When things were rough and you knew you didn't have the money to pay him, he'd accept little things. A date. Handholding. A hug. There was even a day where he accepted a kiss upon the lips in exchange for a week's payment. 
A real kiss. 
He wanted you to initiate. He wanted you seated on his lap, your tongue in his mouth, he wanted to claim you completely, while making it feel like you desired it too.
The kiss was suffocating and vile, not romantic at all. It was a kiss that screamed ownership and possession, nothing close to a true affection. You couldn't even pull away when you wanted to, his hand was holding the back of your head, keeping you in place while he lapped at the inside of your mouth, slurping at your tongue while simultaneously tracing his fingertips over your cheeks.
“I don't take customer's, I'm not a-” you couldn't bring yourself to speak the word, but all he did was cock an eyebrow at your silence.
“Anything can be arranged,”
A deal that feels too good to be true, is usually just that. His smirk, mischievous and cold spoke of a desire that wouldn't end with one taste of your body. Silently, you were cursing yourself for even considering it. Having your head above the water, even if just for a week more would be like a balm to your soul, but at what cost?
“Two weeks?” You peaked up at him through your lashes. The way his smile spread told you that you were already making the wrong decision, but you didn't turn back, “You have to promise me Childe, do you mean it?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” his words made you feel even sicker as he mimicked the childish gesture.
His hand was outstretched to you, fingers long and lanky, still wet and cold from the condensation of his glass. The sight of that hand was familiar. The last deal you'd made with the man being the reason you worked yourself to the bone now. The last time you'd shaken that same, cold hand, you'd done something stupid. It was a bad deal. It was always a bad deal with him. There was always some hidden clause or play of words that you didn't decipher quick enough, always something hidden up his sleeve, especially when it came to you.
And despite your better judgement, you still shook his hand. Instead of feeling the weight of the world fall off of your shoulders, you only felt it grow heavier upon your already weak body. It was better to give it to him now, than have him take it later, right? Who knew what he had planned for you if you couldn't pay.
“Shall we take a room upstairs?” He pointed to the staircase. Only courtesans and their clients used those stairs. You were sure he knew that, yet he spoke as if he also knew that there would be one free for the two of you to use together, like he'd planned this very scenario from the get go.
The thought wasn't lost on you. Ajax always planned things to a tee, when it came to you.
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shanedukie143 · 12 days ago
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yandere! childe (genshin impact) x fem! reader
cw; (1.9k wc) darling wears glasses, obsessive + possessive themes, allusions to violence, implied non-con, nsfw themes, mdni 18+
genie's notes; commissioned piece by @lucienbarkbark who was an angel to work with! it's always fun to dive into fanfic so thank you for giving me the opportunity to do so; have fun reading! ♡
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the snezhnayan winters are deathly cold, but even then, they are not nearly as chilling as your husband’s ire. 
rarely are you ever the object of his interrogation, but there are those inevitable few moments you’re reminded of how old habits really do die hard—you slip up, in spite of all your best efforts—and hell freezes over.
take, for instance, right now. 
because although his lips curl into something akin to a smile, you know childe far too well to believe this is anything but a deception, returned in favour of your own omissions.
the heat of the nearby fireplace’s flames lick at your feet and are, you recognise, the last remnants of warmth in the room. even the heavy fur coat draped over your shaking shoulders does little to protect you against childe’s blue eyes, cutting into you like shards of dark ice. 
“ajax,” you plead. “i’m—”
“a liar.” childe finishes for you; his voice is deceptively gentle, soft as a lull. it devastates you when he laughs. “you’re a liar, my love.”
he’s got all of your letters in his hands. already, you know you’ve lost. the envelopes have been ripped open and the codes deciphered. how stupid of you to believe you could make a fool of the eleventh harbinger.
the silence that follows; settles down into the space between the two of you, is long and languid. your husband is in no rush to speak, seemingly content in merely taking in the way you’re squirming before him. he is eager, yet impassive, in his appraisal. it’s not the reverent sort you’ve gotten so used to, for there are no sweet nothings whispered against your skin as he lets his eyes linger on the softest parts of you. 
tonight, his observation is more akin to an examination. an analysis, perhaps. like he’s looking for something—finds it, you realise with a sinking feeling, as his gaze snags on your hands, curled up by your sides, and marred by deep, black, ink.
damning markers of your disloyalty. 
instinctively, you let the sleeves of your coat fall past your wrists. it’s a futile attempt at delaying the inevitable, and it makes you feel like nothing more than a guilty little girl having been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. you can’t stand the silence anymore. you really need to just—
archons—
the hair on your skin stands on end when he finally deigns to meet your eyes. beneath the weight of his cold gaze, you think anything would be better than this. it’s difficult not to walk right into the fireplace; lie down amidst the welcoming warmth of the flames that burn so brightly.
“i tried to trust you, y’know? i let you send your family little letters, and i never opened any of them even when all i wanted,” he confesses, “was to tear those pretty envelopes apart. i’ll admit, i even thought about breaking a finger or two a couple of times, did you know that? nothing to post if you can’t write.”
he looks to you for an answer, and it’s all you can do to stare back. he shakes his head, then. “no, no. of course you don’t know. how could you? you thought you had me all figured out.”
you have to force yourself to speak, because the words don’t come easy when you’re on the verge of a meltdown. you don’t even recognise the strangled sound of your own voice. “i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry. please don’t hate me.”
“sweetheart,” he chides, fingers pulling the corners of his lips down into a melodramatic frown. “i could never hate you. i’m just, y’know, curious.” he lets his hand fall back to his side, pale mouth splitting into a sharp grin as he takes a step closer. “only wondering where i went wrong with you, that’s all.”
“nowhere. you didn’t.” your eyes are burning, though his are still crystal clear. lucid. sharp. he is immovable. you feel like the yielding force of weightless waters that split apart before a glacier’s path. “it’s all my fault.”
“i thought we put all this behind us. that you’d finally gotten it through your head.” he stalks closer, even steps far too measured to be casual. “imagine my surprise when i read these letters my wife begged me to let her send to her family and, ohh! would you look at that?”
“my little wife,” childe's voice falls completely flat, “thinks she can leave me.”
you cast a quick glance around your bedroom, scanning the space in your immediate vicinity for anything to hold onto. the vacant eyes of porcelain dolls and ornately carved figurines from your favourite novels all stare back at you emptily. a typewriter gathering dust by the windowsill. how it used to delight you at first, filling your monotonous days holed up within the walls of your husband’s prison by decorating it with pretty things.
they’re all useless to you now.
you wonder why childe chose not to cut off your fingers. he should have, you think. then you would never have ended up here. then maybe you would never have had any hope.
but you know the answer to your own question. after all, you’ve known him long enough to understand that childe finds great amusement in the way you still manage to carry that quiet hope within you.
oftentimes, he’ll catch you roaming the halls of this maze-like palace, attempting to mentally chart your way out. and every time he catches up to you, he’ll laugh, and press a kiss to your cheek, as if he knows exactly what you’re up to. as if it’s some sweet, private jest the two of you share.
“please, ajax.” you try again, “tsaritsa’s soul, i never meant to—”
“yeah, yeah. save it, love. there’ll be plenty of opportunities to beg for forgiveness later on.” you know it’s all for show when he pretends to think something over; nothing more than a performance when he suddenly snaps his fingers with an eager grin. “oh, that reminds me! i actually have something i needed to tell you.”
you watch as he thumbs through the stack of opened letters in his hands. you catch glimpses of your familiar scrawl; the desperation painfully obvious in your every etching onto the papers, begging your family to send a saviour, to reach out to the adventurer’s guild or the archons and send a cavalry to come knocking down the doors of the tsaritsa’s palace.
“you’ll love this one, sunshine.“i mean, well, you kinda have to. don’t have much of a choice, huh?”
all of it is a performance. from the ease with which he tosses the envelopes into the fire down to the very cadence of his voice as it takes on a familiar, sickeningly sweet lilt. you know this because you remain acutely aware of the fact that childe knew exactly what he was going to do with you the moment he finished reading those letters.
that doesn’t mean you’re ready for it.
“we’re going to liyue, lovely. i’m going to let you see your family again. i mean, isn’t that so much nicer than sending a letter? we’ll even catch the lantern rite whilst we’re there.” you sink deeper into your furs, stumbling away from him for every step he takes closer. “figured it’d be good for you.”
childe’s voice dips an octave lower, and the curl to his lips is a mockery of the usual smile that sits there just for you. “good for the baby, too.”
“tartaglia.” it’s impossible to see his face through the tears; everything in the room takes on the haze of a distant memory, and you wish, so desperately, that this moment would be over sooner. you could tuck it away within the recesses of your mind and never visit it again. let it be another lesson. “what baby?”
“your mother was overjoyed at the news.” he hums absently, “she said something about your haircut? mentioned already working extra hours to commission new baby clothes.”
your back hits a wall. and finally, with nowhere left to go and no saviour here to help you, childe takes his sweet time in catching up to you; and when he finally does, it’s all you can do to keep your neck painfully craned and looking up at him without falling to your knees.
“aren’t you excited, sweetheart?” he tilts his head, lifts a palm to cup your face. he’s smiling so earnestly, but his eyes are completely dull. you try searching for a sliver of the sunny man childe can sometimes be, and find, in place of the sunshine, the cold rays of light that hit shimmering snow and dissipate into nothing, instead. “finally, a family of our own making. it’ll be nice to go back to liyue, too.”
“i don’t understand.”
“it's simple, my love,” childe’s lithe fingers creep beneath the heavy fur coat you’re wearing. with deft hands, he slides it off your shoulders in one fluid motion. it falls onto the floor, dangerously close to the fireplace. a shiver rolls down your spine as you instinctively inch closer to your husband, seeking any semblance of warmth within the freezing halls of the palace. “it’s only tradition. it takes a village to raise a baby.” he laughs. “trust me, i know. my sisters were the sweetest little girls, but the boys have been a handful since birth. we’re going to need all the help we can get.”
“…ajax? i never—”
“i’m trying, y’know?” he takes off your glasses and presses a lingering kiss to your cheek. sighs against your skin as he folds up the frames and tucks them aside. “i’m trying very hard to be a good man for you, sweetheart.”
"listen to me, i—"
"you missed your family, sunlight. i get it, i’m a busy guy. i clearly wasn’t giving you as much attention as you needed. you obviously had too much free time on your hands. i figured if we had a family to tend to, that’d keep you busy. plus,” he grins. “i wouldn’t need to take your fingers! you’d never turn to anyone outside of zapolyarny. maybe, finally, you would also have something to love.”
you can barely breathe. “no, no i don't want—”
“you’ll learn to,” childe smiles. this time, finally, it reaches his eyes. “you’re going to adore our little one. trust me, sunlight; we’re going to be the only family you’ll ever need.”
you search his face for something, anything—and your heart breaks at the sight. you turn to the side, can’t even bear to face the man before you for a second longer, when all you find is a terrifying absence of anything but the deepest depths of conviction.
in the distance, as childe works to shed your body of all these elaborate furs between flittering kisses, you can already hear the sound of fireworks. when he sinks into you; a baby’s wailing cry.
the fire crackles cruelly, as your letters of desperation turn to ash, going unanswered for eternity right before your eyes.
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shanedukie143 · 14 days ago
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⚘ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.
m. - "forevermore" typically refers to something that lasts for an indefinite amount of time or for eternity. it implies a sense of permanence or lastingness.
You've ran away from your husband, the 11th Fatui Harbinger, Tartaglia himself. However, have you truly escaped his grasp?
yandere! tartaglia x fem! reader.
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The shimmering rays of bright morning sunlight made the living room come to life as you sat in a classic wooden chair, a steaming cup of tea in your hand. It burned your fingers ever so slightly but you could not be bothered to remove them from the cup.
The pain made you not focus on the massive bouquet of flowers which were placed on your pretty white table.
From the corner of your vision, you could see the card which clung onto the fresh bunch of blooms, the handwriting on it disgustingly elaborate but oh so familiar.
"Blood red roses." The card said.
"I always knew that you fancied roses, and I couldn't resist to get you these specific ones when I saw you looking at them."
Bastard. How he had managed to track you all the way to Mondstatd was beyond your comprehension, but in hindsight, you really should have known better. The Fatui could sneak in anywhere they damn well pleased, be it the hustle and bustle of the city of Mondstatd, to the dirty cracks of the Chasm.
It was only natural that the many agents which were stationed in the city would start to talk upon seeing the wife of a Lord Harbinger so far from home.
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You concealed yourself at first, obviously. Most unfortunately, word started to spread like wildfire that you had fled in the dead of night, never to be seen by anyone. And, due to the fact that your husband did not possess a single shred of decency in his body, he proudly showed you off wherever he could.
Just the mere thought of the memory made you shudder.
Your good husband was - is - a wealthy man. He made sure to spoil you in the finest of silks known to man and the endless sea of jewelry which was sent your way, if it were to be sold, could feed an entire army.
Although, he was always particular about your arms. He didn't like seeing anything on them except for the, surprisingly, simple wedding ring he got you.
It was a promise, he had told you.
His eternal promise to you, until the end of time. He would love you, in sickness and in health, there was no force in the universe that could separate him from you.
In a way, he was keeping his promise. He made the trip from the homeland straight to the City of Freedom all on his own.
... He probably didn't even need to hear the reports from anyone of your whereabouts. Knowing him, he tracked you down all on his own, using nothing but his wit and sharp senses.
He was a terrifying man. A man you ought to stay away from, a man who had the blood of countless innocent people on his hand. And yet, those same hands would keep you warm during the cold winter, his soft and pale lips would pepper your body with gentle kisses, making you feel as if you were the most beautiful woman in the universe.
Archons, he'd whisper to himself, his breath hot on your neck, making you blush. He would just say whatever came to mind, completely lost in his blind passion.
I want no one else but you - You are my everything - I will make you mine -
Frankly, you did not know how to feel. In those private moments he was less a man and more a lovesick little fool. He could not keep his paws off you, even if he wanted to. As the evening would go on the kisses would evolve into something more, something primal, carnal even. Tongue and teeth would mesh together, leaving a thick string of saliva between him and you, to which he would always let out that darling boyish laugh of his.
You loathed the fact that in those moments, he truly was ethereal, no different than a star.
What made your skin crawl was the effect his touch had on your mind and body. He became something akin to a drug, even now as you felt the sweetness of freedom with your own two hands you still felt the urge to hold something tight at night because your husband had spoiled you rotten with his presence.
Finally, you turned to look at the flowers as the horrible realization dawned on you - you loved him. You loved that man and it was putrid.
You cannot go back. You would not go back to him.
Jumping off a building would be a smarter thing to do.
As you pondered on and on about your predicament, you failed to notice the lingering shadow in your hallway. Deep blue eyes monitored you like a hawk as he toyed with a switchblade he had in his pocket. What should he do with you? He was furious, naturally. You were the last person in the world he wanted discord with. You broke his heart a little when you left and the fact that you didn't even care about his feelings only added insult to injury.
Even so, he could not help but to feel overjoyed by the fact that you hadn't thrown out his gift. He was half expecting you to burn whatever he sent you to the ground, not to mournfully contemplate in deep thought like this.
That was how he knew you loved him. It was crooked and wrong, but he had you. He had you and you didn't even know it. He'd bring down the heavens themselves if it meant that you could feel a fraction of the love he held for you. His lips curled into a sly grin but his heart pounded like clockwork in his chest. This waiting game was so horrible.
But the hunter in him couldn't resist, cornering you like this was just in his nature.
Victory was so close, he could practically taste it. Soon enough, his wife would be in his arms, weeping and apologizing and he would soothe her, like a good husband ought to. Yes, that was how this scenario would play out.
He was too clever to let it happen any other way.
It would be just him and you, perhaps even with a bundle of joy if the Tsaritsa blessed him. Even so, with you here, he had everything he could ever dream of.
Him and you, against the world, standing by each other's side, forevermore.
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This fic was born out of my own pure passion and love for Tartaglia, apologies for the Cringe™ I put you all through.
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shanedukie143 · 16 days ago
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I'm so hungry i could eat... • SKZ
hyung line!
Genre: Crack, Mature
Warnings: Mention of adult themes (Minors do not interact)
A/N: I didn't know whether to put the warning but just in case 🗣️
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shanedukie143 · 16 days ago
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This is my first time asking for a request and i know you have alott but can you make a fake skz texts skz bf texts about living another members skooz or maybe them not bieng there bias (I hope that makes sense😭)
(here you go my friend!)
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warnings: mentions of k!lling on jeongin’s chat
📲 SKZ and another member skzoo ! / (requested)
❀ chan
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❀ lee know
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❀ changbin
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❀ hyunjin
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❀ felix
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❀ seungmin
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shanedukie143 · 16 days ago
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Skzoo Bias
summary: when dad finds out he’s not the skzoo bias in his own home
pairing: dad!skz x mom!reader
genre: fluff, humor
a/n: three dad!skz fics in a row? guilty 🫣 but this request is too cute to resist so had to write it asap
Dad!SKZ Masterlist
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bang chan
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seo changbin
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hwang hyunjin
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shanedukie143 · 16 days ago
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Bias | Skz Fake Fic — Lee Know
Masterlist
Warnings: None
📱- Lee Know finds out who your bias was when you first met him
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shanedukie143 · 20 days ago
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[skz] how you find out about his feelings for you
pairing: hyung line x reader genre: fluff (minho, changbin, hyunjin), angsty (chan, hyunjin) wc: 4.3k (around 1k each) lei's library masterlist!
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Chan - On Set 
Chan isn’t actually serious when he flirts with you. You know you’re pretty, but you’re also their manager’s personal assistant. As leader, it’s in his best interests to keep positive relationships with staff members. Happy staff means happy members, which means happy fans. 
At least, that’s what you tell yourself every time Chan flirts with you. 
It’s getting harder to ignore how his eyes flit to you for a brief second when you enter a room. How he stares at your lips when you speak. How many times you have to remind yourself of the “no inappropriate relationships with idols” clause in your contract. 
Others tell you he is obviously into you. They say they’ve never seen Chan act so flirty when you’re not around. However, they also advise caution. He’s an idol, after all - and you’re his staff. If it came down to it, he would not lose his job - and income - over a relationship gone awry. You would. 
It’s not Chan’s fault. It’s not your fault. It’s just the way it is. 
Chaos overtakes the set of Stray Kids’ music video. Their manager is out sick, which apparently means you are now everyone’s new go-to person. Seemingly everything is going wrong. You might actually lose it if anyone else brings you yet another problem to figure out. 
A million tasks run through your mind, all overlapping each other and none completed. Rushing through the set, your focus completely tunnels on your to-do list.  
I need to make sure the film crew has everything they need for the next scene. Need to get Lee Know’s replacement shirt from Wardrobe. Hyunjin asked for a coffee like 20 minutes ago and he still doesn’t have it. Why are these wires just loose on the ground? How many times do I need to - 
SMACK. 
You collide with someone solid, and before you know it, your butt hits the ground. The folder containing everyone’s schedules drops. Papers scatter. Pain radiates through you. You curse loudly, not even bothering to look up to see who you just ran into. 
“Wow, you literally fell for me, huh?” Chan teases above you. Annoyance floods into you at the interruption to your schedule, even if said interruption is incredibly hot and professionally styled for the camera. “Here, let me help you.”
He grabs your hand and lifts you off the ground. Crew members flit about, staring at the scene, but Chan is only looking at you. He catches your eye and seemingly just notices the stress written across your face. “Hey, you doing okay? I know a quiet spot around here if you need a second.”
“Can’t - Hyunjin still needs an Americano.” Your face flushes. Why did you choose that task to deem most important? 
He chuckles, and you feel your blood pressure start to rise. “Listen, I need to make sure everything goes well today, and I can’t do that just standing here, so if you’ll excuse me, I need -” He interrupts your rant to grab your hand, and starts walking in the opposite direction. “Hey!”
He ignores your protests. Along the way, he calls for a venue staff member by name and flashes her a smile, “Could you do me a favor and grab Hyunjin an Americano?” 
She giggles and immediately takes off towards the nearest coffee stand. You try to ignore the stab of jealousy in your chest as he watches her. 
He continues to lead you through a maze of hallways. You two pass I.N and Changbin on the way. They don’t say anything to you, but they both stop their conversation and pointedly stare where your hands are connected. I.N wiggles his eyebrows at Changbin when he thinks you’re no longer looking. 
 Chan finally comes to an abrupt stop at his dressing room. Opening the door, he silently motions for you to go inside. 
The scent of air freshener and his cologne envelopes the room. His personal clothes are folded on a small couch. A mini fridge full of water bottles sits under a vanity. He takes one out and hands it to you, eyes tracking the bottle as you bring it to your lips and swallow a few sips. You lean back against the wall nearest the door. 
He clears his throat. “So what’s going on?”
Once again, annoyance pokes through any happiness about being in Chan’s dressing room. With Chan. Alone. 
Your annoyance lessens, but it’s still there. “You’re the one who dragged me away from my responsibilities.”
He scoffs. “None of that should have been your responsibility,” he mocks, smiling, “in the first place. You take on too much of whatever anyone asks of you.” 
“You’re one to talk,” your reply is immediate, fueled still by stress, but you regret it as soon as the words leave your mouth. 
Luckily, he takes it well. “True.” He takes a step towards you, only a few inches away while you’re pressed back against the wall. “Guess we both have to relieve some stress, huh?” His gaze flickers down to your lips. The scent of his cologne is almost overwhelming now. 
“Chan.” You don’t remember why you were upset. You can only see his face as he takes another step towards you; can only feel his hand rest on your waist; can only feel your chest pressed against his, so close you’re sure he can feel your heartbeat speed up. 
He leans down to whisper, “Tell me I’m the only one who feels something, and I’ll stop.” 
You stay silent. 
He smiles, and lightly grabs your chin to angle your face towards him. “That’s what I thought.” 
Then his lips are on yours, and everything else fades away. He kisses you like he’s been waiting for the opportunity, slow and soft and perfect. He deepens it, the wall pressing further into your back - reminding you where you are. What your job is. What his job is. 
You pull away. His expression matches your emotions: devastated and amazed. On your part, devastation wins out. “We can’t -”
He murmurs your name, cutting you off like he knows what you’ll say if he lets you finish. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long,” he looks into your eyes, forehead pressed against yours, “This isn’t just a one-time thing. I want something real with you.”
Your heart drops at his confession. He sees it. 
“Right.” He takes a step back, shifting back into a cooler demeanor. He won’t meet your eyes anymore. “Sorry I distracted you. Stay in the room as long as you need.” 
He strides back out into the hallway, taking care not to slam the door behind him. 
And you’re left alone in his dressing room, staring at where he used to stand. Replaying his confession in your mind. Wondering what you would have said, if you had the chance. 
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Minho - Through Han 
Your roommate has her long-distance partner visiting, and while you love her, you absolutely cannot be in that apartment for another minute trying to drown out their sounds. You jumped at the chance when Han invited you to stay in his and Minho’s dorm. He had winked and advised you to be prepared to stay up all night, but refused to elaborate any further. 
You overthought it on the way over. No way he meant anything by it, right? He has to know how I would take that. But then again, he does know about your feelings for Minho, and he’s constantly pushing for you to confess to him. 
Now, walking up to their dorm, you have no idea how the night will go. 
Han greets you at his door, wearing pajama pants, an oversized shirt, and the widest smile. “It’s a slumber party, like when we were kids! Surprise!” 
You peek into their living room. He really went all out for this - there are snacks, drinks, and a selection of movies lined up on a table inside. Blankets and pillows are strewn over nearly every available surface. It really will be like a slumber party. Why would you think anything different? You smile back at him and walk inside. 
“Minho’s out with Felix,” Han says behind you, like he knows you were wondering. “It’s just me tonight. Try to hide your disappointment.” 
“Yeah, might as well just go back home,” you deadpan back. He laughs and tosses a bag of your favorite candy at you. 
Four hours later, you two had successfully watched one movie. Han kept pausing it to talk about anything and everything under the sun, not that you minded. It’s been too long since you and Han had a chance to catch up, just you two, without the constant chaos everyone else brings. You love them, but Han is your oldest friend, and you would not trade him for the world. No matter how much your heartbeat skips when his roommate is around.
It’s well past midnight now. You’re both laying on the couch, his legs draped over yours with the easy comfortability of someone who has loved you your whole life. A half-eaten bowl of popcorn lays on the ground, forgotten hours ago. 
Han is attempting to choose the next movie, but he keeps getting distracted by his own sleepiness. He yawns as he continues to scroll through the options on screen. 
“Just go to bed man, I’ll be okay sleeping on the couch,” you say, settling further into the cushions and closing your eyes. It smells faintly of Minho’s cologne. 
“No way - hey! Wake up!” 
“‘m just resting,” you mutter, already drifting off. 
You hear him yawn again. “At least wash your face. You’re going to be mad at me in the morning if I let you skip it.” He’s right. You groan and sit up, making a show out of your tiredness. Han keeps scrolling, still absentmindedly talking. “Besides, if you sleep now, Minho would be sad he missed you. You know, since he has a huge crush on you.”
Energy jolts back into you. 
He freezes. 
He turns his head and stares at you. 
You stare back. 
“What?” You ask. 
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” His eyes are comically wide. 
“Han Jisung. Don’t play with me right now.”
Han no longer seems tired, either. In fact, he’s looking more and more stressed as realization settles on him. He pushes himself off the couch, lightly squishing your legs in the process, and begins pacing around the room. He looks back at you to say, “You didn’t hear that.”
“I definitely did hear that.” You feel like you are about to start vibrating. Whether he meant to or not, Han just confirmed Minho returns your feelings for him. Minho, the man you were convinced you never had a shot with, also has feelings for you. Minho. 
“No no no,” Han’s still pacing. “He’s going to kill me. He made me promise not to tell you. He said -”
The sound of the front door’s lock clicking echoes through the dorm. Han stops dead in his tracks. A second later, Minho pushes open the door and walks in, head down and distracted by taking off his jacket. 
He’s visibly startled when he looks up and sees you and Han, surrounded by rumpled blankets and staring back at him with vastly different expressions. Han looks like he’s about to start running for his life. You look like you’re about to start chasing him. 
You’re not going to be the one to break the silence - you’re too busy internally freaking out. Han seems incapable of speaking. So that leaves Minho, looking back and forth between you two, before asking, “What’s going on?”
Han gulps. “I told her.” He looks like he wants the ground to swallow him whole. 
“Told her w -” Minho seemingly realizes what Han meant halfway through asking the question. He looks at you, a soft blush creeping up his face. You can’t meet his eyes. 
Han attempts to comfort his roommate. “Don’t worry, she likes you back!”
“Oh my god,” you mutter. This is mortifying. 
Minho hears you, and turns back to Han. “Leave,” he simply states. 
Han actually listens. Eyes darting between the two of you, he backs out of the room and into his room. Minho doesn’t speak again until after you hear Han’s door close. You’re still on the couch, but by this point you sat up, attempted to make your appearance more presentable, and were waiting to see what Minho would do. 
Minho comes to sit beside you, looking at you like you hung the stars. His eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles. The scent of his cologne is a lot stronger now. “So,” he starts, “we probably have a lot to talk about.”
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Changbin - Overheard
You don’t know what’s gotten into you. A few months ago, you were fine. You were a lot less obvious about your crush on Changbin, at least. A few months ago, you didn’t blush and look away when he made eye contact with you. A few months ago, his smile didn’t make you want to giggle like a schoolgirl. 
Do you desperately want to tell him? Of course. Would you ever tell him? No. Absolutely not. 
What if it ruins your friendship with him? He would be polite about rejecting you, of course, and he would try to act like nothing had changed. You don’t know if you could stand to watch him keep living his life, going on dates, talking about other girls, while you would still be hung up on him. It’s safer if you just hide your crush until it fades away. 
Your feelings have only been growing stronger, however. That’s a problem. 
A problem for another day. Now, sunshine warms your back as you walk back to JYPE with everyone’s coffee orders. Even with the cup holders the cafe gave you, the drinks are balanced precariously at best.
As you walk, you wonder if they have gotten any more work done while you were gone. Probably not. All of you had been attempting to write new material for hours now, with very little to show for it - unless a couple new bickering matches between various members count. 
You volunteered to get coffee for everybody partly because you figured they needed the caffeine, but mostly just for an excuse to get out of the building for a few minutes. Changbin had been focused on you all session, all smiles and charm, and you honestly are not sure how much more you can take. 
The security guard holds the door open and waves you through. Most days he would make you sign in and show your badge, even though you have known each other for years now. You’re grateful for it - shifting the drinks right now would most likely result in spilled drinks. 
You step into the building. One step closer to Binnie again. 
Goosebumps form on your arms - the air conditioning is really blasting today. 
Your heartbeat quickens as you step into the elevator. Sooner than you would like, the elevator dings and comes to a stop on the correct floor. The coffee trembles slightly as you walk down the hallway. 
The studio door is in sight. It’s slightly ajar - you can hear Felix pitching a new idea, only to be shot down by the rest of the group. You’re not eager to be back in that windowless room, trying to muster up any ideas good enough for a group commitment. 
An iced Americano threatens to slip through your fingers. You manage to grab it just in time, but in the process, another iced drink slightly spills onto your arm. You quietly curse and set everything down on a nearby small table, still close enough to hear the members talking from the door. 
Searching for something to wipe your arm with, you hear Chan’s voice cut through the doorway, “So when are you going to tell her you like her, man?” 
You can’t help it - curiosity gets the better of you. They still think you’re out, but what’s the harm in a little eavesdropping?
You hear Changbin’s voice next. “I don’t know,” he groans, followed by the sound of a grown man flopping backwards onto the studio couch. “I really, really like her, what if she doesn’t feel the same way?” 
Oh. 
Turns out there’s a lot of harm in a little eavesdropping. Your chest tightens. Jealousy and sadness courses through you. Changbin likes someone else. You suppose you had it coming - you can’t reasonably be upset with him for having a crush, especially when you never told him about yours, can you? 
You wish he wouldn’t keep talking, but he does. “I mean, she just looks so pretty today, I keep staring at her on accident. I think she knows anyway.” 
Weird. You’ve been with Changbin all day, and he hasn’t been around any other girls except you. 
Oh. 
Your eyes widen with the realization. You don’t have time to properly process it, though, because Changbin’s speaking again. “She’s been gone a pretty long time. I’m going to check if she needs help or anything.” A chorus of teases from the other members follow. 
He’s going to find you listening at the door in a couple seconds. Rushing, you try to grab the coffees to act like you had just gotten there, but the door swings open as you’re picking up the first tray. 
Changbin appears in the hallway. He sees you. If you didn’t just hear him, you might have missed the way his eyes widened slightly. He clears his throat in an attempt to hide his surprise. 
“Changbin, hi, could you help with these please?” Your words come out too rushed. You hope your face isn’t as flushed as it feels. You have no idea if he knows you heard him. You have no idea how to act like you didn’t hear him. 
He cuts to the chase. “Did - did you hear what we were talking about in there?” He vaguely gestures backwards to the door. 
If your face wasn’t flushed before, it definitely is now. “Yeah,” you start to say. Immediately, he looks mortified, stuffing his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor. “Was it about me?”
He nods, still looking at the floor. 
It’s now or never. “Changbin?” your voice is soft. He finally looks at you again, but he looks like he’s about to cry. You take a step closer, and watch as his expression morphs into confusion. “I feel the same way about you.”
The words linger in the air. At first, it’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. But as the seconds pass, your heart grows heavier and heavier. He’s staring at you like he doesn’t believe you. You are weighing the pros and cons of just walking out altogether when he finally smiles. 
“Really?” he whispers.
You nod back, matching his smile. 
Suddenly, he moves again, and you’re engulfed in his arms. You’ve been here many times before, but this time, it feels so right. You wrap your arms back around him and breathe him in - he smells like his cologne and home. He squeezes you tighter, like he will lose you if he lets go. 
You two stay like that until you reluctantly pull away. “We should probably head inside -”
He shakes his head, grabs your hand, and says, “Nothing’s happening in there. Let me take you out.” 
Your heart flutters as you agree. He beams back at you and practically skips down the hallway, still holding your hand, as you two leave the building. 
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Hyunjin - After a Night Out
You stumble back to your apartment, taking a moment to evaluate your appearance before opening your front door. Your best friend’s birthday celebration meant a private table at her favorite club with her favorite people. 
The bottom of your dress is stained from a drink you accidentally spilled. Your heels surely caused blisters, but right now your feet are too numb to feel them. You’re positive alcohol is on your breath. Hopefully your boyfriend got tired of waiting and went to bed. 
Smoothing out your dress, you push open the door. 
“Why didn’t you tell me you were with Hyunjin?” Your boyfriend asks before the door even closes behind you. 
The room lurches as you try to focus on him. “I did.” 
Didn’t you? You are sure that you mentioned it, but it’s exhausting juggling your and Hyunjin’s friendship with your boyfriend’s resentment of him. 
“I would’ve remembered if my own girlfriend told me she’s going out with an idol who is so obviously in love with her,” he spits out. He doesn’t sound tired anymore, just angry.
Your brain seems to purposefully slow down. You hardly register his words in favor of leaning back against the wall to balance yourself. Now, with your vision slightly spinning, you can admit the last shot - or three - was a mistake. A thought runs through your head. Did he say Hyunjin’s in love with me? That cannot be true. Your best friend told you Hyunjin’s already head over heels for someone. 
“- are you even listening?” You hear.
“What?” 
“Oh my god. I cannot keep having this conversation over and over again if you’re not even going to hear what I’m saying!” Pity floods his eyes as he looks at you. You attempt to hold his gaze, burdened by your last cocktail and the palpable tension. “I cannot keep feeling like I’m coming second in my own relationship. It’s him or me. Choose.”
That sobers you up a bit. Confusion and panic rise in your chest. “Choose?”
“Oh, that you heard.” 
You and Hyunjin have never done anything close to romantic. So, you rise to his challenge. It could be the alcohol. It could be the fact your own partner is speaking to you like this in your own apartment. It could be a mixture of both - regardless, you don’t want to stay with someone who does not trust you and issues ultimatums like it’s nothing. 
You meet his eyes. “I’m not choosing.” 
Vitriol flashes across his face. He chuckles dryly and starts towards the front door. “Whatever. Hope you two are happy together.” He opens the door and mutters, “Slut,” just loud enough for you to hear. The door slams closed behind him. 
Bone-crushing silence settles over the apartment. You sink down to the floor, staring at the ground where your boyfriend once stood. Ex-boyfriend, now, you guess. His words replay in your head. Him or me. Choose. Him or me. Choose. 
So obviously in love with her. 
Try as you might, you cannot force yourself to feel sad about losing your ex. Mostly you feel relieved. Hyunjin is not the only person he tried to stop you from seeing. 
Your phone buzzes on the ground beside you. As luck would have it, it’s Hyunjin. 
Hyunjin:
I never heard if you got home safe Did you make it okay?
Of course he’s checking on your wellbeing right now, like he knows what just happened. 
You type out your reply:
Yeah I got back safe But I think my boyfriend just broke up with me 
His response is immediate. 
I’m coming over. 
Fifteen minutes later, Hyunjin is strolling through your door like he owns the place. The door closes softly behind him. He’s still wearing the clothes he went out in, without the accessories, like he dropped everything to come to you. Concern - and something resembling hope - is written on his face. He spots you, curled up on the couch, changed out of your dress and into something comfier, and he makes a beeline to sit next to you. 
He pulls you into his chest and runs his fingers across your back. The silence continues for a few beats, then he speaks for the first time, nearly a whisper against your head. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine. I think it’s been coming for a while.” You’re more honest than you would have been sober. 
“What happened?”
You pause for a moment, debating whether or not to finally tell him about the imaginary rivalry between him and your ex-boyfriend. It really is surprisingly easy to call him an ex. Hyunjin senses your hesitation and opens his mouth to tell you that you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. 
You beat him to it. “He thinks you’re in love with me.”
This time, Hyunjin is the one who pauses. He sucks in a breath. His chest rises and falls against your cheek. When he speaks, it is so soft you almost don’t hear it. “He’s right.”
You lift your eyes to stare up at him. He’s already looking at you like you were placed on this earth just for him. Your heart jumps in your chest. You shift closer to him, your lips now only separated by a few inches - an easy distance to close. 
“What’s he right about?” you ask. You have to know if you heard him correctly before you do something you might regret later. 
Hyunjin’s grip on your waist tightens almost imperceptibly. He murmurs your name, voice full of sugar and softness. “About how I feel about you. I tried to hide it because you were in a relationship, but I don’t think I can anymore.”
You don’t know what to say, so you lean in, hoping kissing him will say everything you can’t. At the last second, he turns his head away. Your lips brush against his hair. He’s still holding you close to him. 
“You’ve been drinking,” he whispers, running his hand up and down your back again. “I’ll still be here in the morning. We can talk then.” 
A faint part of you respects him for holding out until you’re sober. A much larger part of you is frustrated at the moment. Still, you nod and return to your previous position cuddled up to him, your breathing syncing up as you both drift off to sleep. 
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