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pretty-blkgirl · 3 days
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Texting Skz “Happy Anniversary” (Maknae Line)
//gn!reader x Skz//
Synopsis: You try and wish your boyfriend a happy anniversary for Skz Day
Genre: crack, fluff
Warnings: none
A/N: HAPPY SKZ DAYYYYYYYYY. Wanted to put a little something out for the kids' 6th year 🫶🏾
~Hyung Line~
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tsumskz · 2 days
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Hi hi, so I saw you take req rn! So I wanted to request some Minho x fem reader fluff, maybe something like him making reader feel safe and secure like he is giving her the chance to just be herself and let go and heal her inner child, not necessarily angsty, just him maybe taking care of her in a sweet way, like letting her play games at the arcade she never got to try or figure out videogames or something like that✨
Would looove to see what you do with that💕have a great dayyy!
ೃ⁀➷ lee minho x reader
warnings: notning just sweet sweet fluff
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As the sun began to set, Minho led you to a bustling arcade, the colorful lights and lively sounds filling the air. He knew how much you loved games and wanted to create a space where you could let go and have fun, just like your inner child.
With a warm smile, Minho handed you a handful of tokens. "This is your playground, Let's make some amazing memories together."
You couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security as you stepped into the arcade. Minho's presence beside you was like a shield, protecting you from the worries and stresses of the world. He encouraged you to try every game that caught your eye, patiently guiding you through the controls and cheering you on with every victory.
The two of you laughed and played, the worries of the day melting away. Minho's eyes sparkled with joy as he watched you immerse yourself in the games, your laughter echoing through the arcade.
After a few rounds of intense competition, Minho suggested trying out a multiplayer game. As you sat side by side, he gently took your hand in his, his touch sending a wave of warmth and reassurance through you. His fingers intertwined with yours, creating a sense of connection that made you feel safe and cherished.
With Minho's guidance, you quickly caught on to the game mechanics, and soon you were both engrossed in the virtual world. The way he supported and encouraged you, even in the face of defeat, made you feel like you could conquer anything with him by your side.
Between rounds, Minho leaned closer, his voice soft and filled with affection. "you're incredible. I love seeing you so carefree and happy. You deserve all the joy in the world."
His words touched your heart, and you couldn't help but lean into his comforting presence. In that moment, you realized that Minho was not only your partner but also your safe haven, a person who saw the beauty in your vulnerability and nurtured your inner child.
As the night drew to a close, you left the arcade hand in hand, your heart overflowing with gratitude for the love and care Minho had shown you. With him, you felt like you could heal, grow, and embrace the joy of simply being yourself.
Together, you walked into the starlit night, knowing that with Minho by your side, you would always have a safe space to let go, heal, and experience the purest.
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yongbokiee-felix · 2 days
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skzoo's magic school special gift polaroid (cafe)
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wolfyychan · 1 day
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Felix: "Yo, Changbin, check this out!" throws a ball at him Changbin: "What the heck, Felix?!" Hyunjin: "Ooooo, they're fighting." snacks on food Chan: facepalms and mutters "Children..."
Changbin: "You threw a ball at me, you idiot!" Chan: "Everyone please calm down." Hyunjin: "I just want to eat my food in peace, dammit." Felix: "Calm your titties, Changbin!" Minho and Seungmin: snicker Han and Jeongin: "eats popcorn I'm watching!"
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5starluvr · 5 hours
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Start a riot
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Paring:Lee Felix × Reader
Genre:pure Angst
Warnings:Kidnappingish?, Obduktion, death,blood,arguing, mentioned injuries
Wc: 4.5k
Spider Kids
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The fire escape clanged with a metallic shriek as Felix, his mask half-shredded, tumbled onto Y/N's fire escape once again. Groaning, he peeled himself off the cold metal, wincing as a throbbing pain shot through his shoulder. Another night, another scrape with a supervillain with an even dumber name – tonight it was the Mime Master, and let's just say Felix was feeling less than amused.
He barely had time to knock before the door swung open, revealing Y/N in a rumpled t-shirt and sleep pants, her hair a wild halo around her face. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, then narrowed in a way that sent a familiar shiver down his spine. It wasn't just concern this time, it was simmering anger.
"Felix? What happened this time?" she demanded, her voice tight. "Uh, hey," he mumbled, offering a weak wave that felt more like a defeated smile. "Just, you know, the usual. Took a tumble down a fire escape... literally."
Y/N's jaw clenched. "Literally every night, Felix? This isn't funny! You come waltzing in here looking like you lost a fight with a runaway blender, expecting me to fix you up like some glorified trauma center, and then you just disappear back into the night!".Felix felt a prickle of irritation crawl up his spine. "Look, I can take care of myself, Y/N," he said defensively, the familiar spark of annoyance erupting in his chest. "It's not like I'm asking you to play damsel in distress every other night."he says his voice rising. "You show up here half-dead, expecting me to patch you up and coddle you, and then you just vanish without a word! You could at least try to be a little more considerate of the people who care about you!"
His irritation flared into a full-blown argument. "Considerate? You think I do this for fun? You think I enjoy getting beat up by every clown with a death wish? There are things you don't understand, Y/N!"
"Maybe not," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "but that doesn't mean I can't worry, Felix! You're my best friend, and frankly, it hurts seeing you like this all the time. It makes me feel helpless!"The words struck a raw nerve. Helpless? Was that what she thought of him? Anger, hot and sharp, twisted in his gut. "Maybe you should feel helpless," he spat, the words sharper than he intended. "Because that's all you can do – feel helpless – while I'm out there actually doing something!"
The accusation felt like a punch to the gut. He did care. Maybe more than he cared to admit. But how could he explain? How could he tell her his secret, the burden he carried, the reason he was constantly teetering on the edge?
"There are things you don't understand," he said finally, his voice strained.
"Maybe not," Y/N said , her arms crossed tightly. "But that doesn't mean I can't worry, Felix. You're my best friend. And frankly, it's getting a little old! It's like you have this whole other life you won't let me in on, a life that gets you hurt all the time!"
He felt a surge of anger, hot and unwelcome. "This isn't about some other life," he snapped. "This is about me protecting people! People like you!"
The words came out harsher than he intended, but the frustration of the secret, the fear of losing her, it all boiled over. Y/N flinched, her eyes widening in hurt.
"So you think I can't take care of myself?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Shame washed over him, cold and suffocating. He hadn't meant it that way. But the damage was done.
"Look," he started, his voice softer now, but the anger still lingered. "I appreciate you patching me up, but maybe it's time I found somewhere else to do it. Somewhere they won't judge me for doing what I have to do."The words hung heavy in the air, a bitter truth wrapped in a barbed insult. Y/N's lips turned white, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Fine," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "Go then." The words hung heavy in the air, the hurt flickering in Y/N's eyes a punch to his gut. But the anger wouldn't subside. He stormed past her, the door slamming shut behind him with a finality that echoed the hollowness in his chest.
He didn't look back as he swung through the moonlit city, the echo of his own cruel words ringing in his ears. He'd crossed a line, he knew that. But the anger wouldn't dissipate. Maybe she was right. Maybe keeping his secret wasn't just protecting her, it was a betrayal. But the thought of her knowing, of seeing him as anything less than... well, anything less than what, he didn't know – was terrifying.
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The shrill ring of his alarm clock was a foreign sound, a jarring intrusion into the tense silence of Felix's apartment. He stared at the ceiling, the events of the previous night replaying on a loop in his mind. The anger, the argument, the cruel words that hung heavy in the air – all fueled by a desperate need to protect his secret and a simmering fear of losing Y/N. He winced, the throbbing pain in his shoulder a unwelcome reminder of his nighttime activities. School. The thought of facing Y/N after their fight, the weight of unspoken apologies and unspoken truths, filled him with dread. He fumbled for his phone, the glowing screen displaying an ungodly early hour. Skipping wasn't his usual way to go , but the idea of facing her scrutiny, the possibility of her pity, was unbearable. With a sigh, he sent a quick text to his best friend – a lame excuse about a appointment.
The day stretched before him, empty and purposeless. He tried to focus on homework, on video games, on anything to distract himself, but Y/N's face kept flashing in his mind, the hurt in her eyes a constant accusation.
He replayed the argument, his anger morphing into a gnawing guilt. He'd lashed out, using her concern as a weapon. The truth was, he did care about what she thought. Maybe more than he cared to admit. The city outside his window pulsed with life, a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. He was Spider-Man, the city's protector, but right now, he felt powerless, adrift in a sea of his own mistakes.
As the day wore on, the silence in his apartment became deafening. He missed Y/N's usual teasing texts, her goofy voicemails. He missed the easy camaraderie they shared, the unspoken bond that transcended friendship.
The guilt deepened. He knew he had to apologize, to bridge the gap he'd created. But the words wouldn't come. How could he explain his life and feelings without pushing her further away?
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The shrill ring of the first-period bell sliced through the nervous tension that had coiled in Y/N's stomach all morning. She shuffled into English class, eyes instinctively scanning the room for Felix's usual messy mop of hair and lopsided grin. But the seat beside her remained stubbornly empty.
A hollow ache settled in her chest. Skipping school wasn't like Felix. He was more likely to show up with a concussion and a lame excuse than miss a single class. Their fight replayed in her mind, his harsh words echoing in the sterile classroom. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was being helpless. Maybe...But the thought of him out there, injured and alone, chasing down supervillains while she sat safely in class, made her stomach churn. She chewed on her lip, her gaze flitting across the room again. Maybe he overslept. Maybe his dentist appointment ran late. Maybe...
The teacher droned on about Shakespearean sonnets, but Y/N's focus remained laser-sharp on the empty chair. Throughout the day, the same pattern repeated. History, Math, Chemistry – Felix's absence loomed like a thundercloud. She stole glances at his usual lunch spot, her heart sinking further with every unanswered text.By the final bell, a knot of worry had tightened in her gut. She couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong. Ignoring the curious stares of her classmates, she bolted towards the library, the only place Felix sometimes snuck off to for a stolen nap between classes.
He wasn't there.
Disappointment pricked at her eyes. She sank into a chair, burying her face in her hands. Had their fight been that bad? Did he really think so little of her concern? A hot tear squeezed out, tracing a path down her cheek.
Suddenly, the library door creaked open. Y/N looked up, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest. But it was just Sarah, their chatty classmate, with a pile of books teetering precariously in her arms.
"Hey, have you seen Felix?" Y/N blurted out, wiping at her tear with the back of her hand.Chan frowned. "No, I haven't. Isn't he feeling well? He skipped class today."
Y/N's heart sank. Skipped class. Not just missed it. A cold dread washed over her.  Her anger at him was quickly fading, replaced by a gnawing fear that she couldn't quite place. Felix might be secretive, he might be reckless, but he wouldn't just disappear. He wouldn't leave her hanging, not after something like last night.
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The droning of Mrs. Rodriguez's lecture on Victorian literature was a dull thrum against Y/N's growing unease. Felix's empty chair was a constant reminder of their fight, his harsh words echoing in the sterile classroom.  She chewed on her lip, her gaze flitting between the empty seat and the clock, willing it to move faster. Maybe he overslept. Maybe—
Suddenly, a thunderous boom rattled the windows, sending a jolt of adrenaline through Y/N. The fluorescent lights flickered and died, plunging the room into an unsettling darkness. Screams erupted from the hallway, a cacophony of terror that sent chills down Y/N's spine.
Panic flared in her chest.  This wasn't a prank, this was something worse.  Her eyes darted to the window, a flicker of movement catching her attention. A figure, silhouetted against the twilight sky, scaled the side of the school building with unnatural agility.
A cold dread gripped her. Supervillains. It was something they only ever joked about, a distant threat from the city news. But here it was, unfolding before her very eyes.
Mrs. Rodriguez scrambled to her feet, her voice trembling as she ushered the students towards the back of the classroom. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest.  She needed to get out of there, but her gaze couldn't tear away from the window. Felix.  Where was Felix?
Then, a horrifying realization slammed into her.  Felix wasn't here because he was out there. He was probably facing that monstrous figure, risking his life while she sat huddled in a darkened classroom.
Guilt clawed at her. Her anger seemed trivial now, replaced by a fierce protectiveness.  She couldn't just hide.  Not when Felix, the reckless, infuriating, yet undeniably brave Felix, was out there facing danger. As the screams continued to echo in the hallway, panic had jammed the hallways into a human bottleneck. Students were shoved, whimpering, towards a single, creaking fire escape while a distorted voice boomed through the loudspeaker system. "Attention, students! This is The Showman! Consider this a pop quiz! Your survival depends on entertaining me!"
Y/N pushed through the crowd, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Every instinct screamed at her to get out, to run.  But the image of the figure outside her window, silhouetted against the twilight, propelled her forward. Felix. She reached the end of the hallway just as the fire escape door slammed shut, leaving a desperate throng wailing behind her. Disappointment clawed at her, but then a new sound pierced the chaos – the unmistakable crackle of electricity followed by a maniacal cackle.
Emerging from the shadows with a flourish, a man clad in a purple leotard and a top hat that sparked erratically, was The Showman. Bolts of electricity danced around his fingers, casting an eerie glow on his twisted grin. Flanking him were two hulking figures, their faces obscured by metal helmets and glowing red eyes.
„Ah, a volunteer!" The Showman's voice contorted into a parody of a game show host. "Let's see what you're made of, little contestant!".Before Y/N could react, the two figures lunged. One grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip, the metal glinting coldly under the flickering lights. The other clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her scream. The air crackled with electricity as The Showman unleashed a wicked smile.
"Let the games begin!" His voice echoed down the empty hallway, a cruel promise of what was to come. Y/N's eyes darted around, searching for a way out, for any sign of Felix. But all she saw was the terrifying glint of the red eyes as the villains dragged her deeper into the darkness, the echo of Felix's name a silent plea on her lips. Panic clawed at Y/N's throat. The villains, hulking brutes nicknamed "Watt" and "Bolt" according to their glowing red eyes, dragged her through a labyrinth of darkened hallways. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, each beat punctuated by the distant screams of her classmates.
Tears pricked at her eyes, blurring her vision. This was a nightmare, a twisted game show come to life. But through the haze of fear, a sliver of determination flared. Felix. He might be out there, trying to stop this madness, and she couldn't just be a helpless victim.
As they passed a cracked window, she caught a glimpse of the night sky. It was enough. With a surge of adrenaline, she twisted her body, landing a sharp elbow into Watt's metallic stomach. He grunted in surprise, momentarily loosening his grip.
Y/N lunged forward, aiming for a fire extinguisher hanging on the nearby wall. Her fingers brushed against the cold metal, sending a surge of hope. But before she could pull it free, Bolt's hand clamped down on her wrist, his grip like a vise.
"Trying to be a little hero, huh?" he sneered, his voice distorted by the helmet.
Y/N gritted her teeth, channeling her fear into anger. "Where are you taking me? What's The Showman planning?"
Bolt chuckled, a sound like gravel scraping against metal. "The Showman wants to put on a little show, of course! And you, my dear, are the main act."
His words sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. The fire escape door slammed shut at the back of her mind. There was no escape. Her only hope was Felix, or maybe some miracle she couldn't even imagine.
Suddenly, a loud clang echoed down the hallway, followed by a booming voice. "Looking for a volunteer, Showman? Seems you already found one!"
Y/N's head snapped towards the sound. Standing at the end of the hallway, bathed in the moonlight streaming through a broken window, was Spider-Man. Felix . A jolt of relief washed over her, so strong it almost made her knees buckle.
"Well, well," The Showman cackled, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "Looks like we have a challenger! Let the games truly begin!"
Watt and Bolt exchanged a look, then lunged at Felix . The hallway erupted into chaos. Y/N watched, wide-eyed, as Felix dodged their attacks with incredible agility, his movements a blur of red and blue.
He wasn't just dodging, he was fighting back. Each web-shot found its mark, momentarily restraining the hulking villains. But The Showman wasn't idle. He unleashed a volley of crackling electricity, forcing Spider-Man to take cover behind a metal locker.
"Impressive reflexes, bug boy," The Showman taunted. "But let's see how you handle a real challenge!"
He raised a hand, directing a concentrated blast of electricity towards Y/N. Fear turned to icy dread in her stomach. But before the attack could connect, a figure swung in front of her, a red and blue shield deflecting the energy blast.
"Don't worry, Y/N," Felix said, his voice distorted by the mask. "I've got you."
He looked at her for a fleeting moment, his eyes filled with a concern that made her heart skip a beat. Then, with a burst of speed, he launched himself back into the fray.
Y/N knew she had to do something. These villains were formidable, but they didn't seem to be expecting a civilian to fight back. As The Showman unleashed another blast of electricity, aiming for Spider-Man's blind spot, she saw her chance.
With a surge of adrenaline, she lunged for the fire extinguisher that hung tantalizingly close. This time, her fingers grasped the cold metal. Wrenching it free from the wall, she aimed it at The Showman, spraying him with a thick plume of white foam.
The effect was instantaneous. The Showman shrieked with fury, his electrical aura sputtering and dying. Watt and Bolt, momentarily disoriented, stumbled back, their attacks faltering.
Spider-Man used the distraction to his advantage. He webbed up Watt and Bolt in a matter of seconds, their struggles quickly turning into muffled thumps.
The Showman, blinded and disarmed, stood fuming in the middle of the hallway, a comical picture of thwarted villainy. Spider-Man stood over him, his voice a low growl.
"Seems like the show's over, Showman," he said. "Time for you to take a little vacation."
Y/N watched, her body trembling with the aftereffects of fear and adrenaline. As Spider-Man secured the villains. But before Felix could cuff him, a surge of raw desperation flickered in the villain's eyes. With a final, desperate growl, he channeled all his remaining energy into a single, concentrated blast.
The electric current ripped through the air, a blinding white streak aimed directly at Spider-Man. Y/N screamed, a primal cry of terror that echoed through the devastated hallway. Time seemed to slow down, the image of the crackling energy etching itself onto her memory.
Just as the blast connected, Felix threw himself in front of Y/N, his body acting as a shield. The electricity surged through him, a sickening crackle that resonated in the deathly silence that followed.
He crumpled to the ground, a shudder wracking his body. The mask, usually a symbol of invincibility, seemed to dim in the aftermath. A pool of red blossomed on his chest, staining the blue of his suit.
Y/N's scream died in her throat, replaced by a suffocating gasp. Felix. It was Felix under that mask. Fear morphed into a cold, sharp terror that clawed at her insides.
"Felix!" she cried, scrambling towards him. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her own arm, she reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the unresponsive form.
The Showman, momentarily stunned by the unexpected turn of events, cackled with glee. "Looks like the hero couldn't quite save the day, could he?"
His words were drowned out by the roar in Y/N's ears. Felix, the reckless, infuriating, yet undeniably brave Felix, laying hurt before her. The anger from their fight was a distant memory now, replaced by  a desperate need to fix this, to somehow make everything okay.
Ignoring the Showman's deranged laughter and the buzzing in her own head, Y/N ripped off her jacket, pressing the makeshift bandage against Felix's wound.  Her gaze darted around, searching for anything, anything she could use to help.
Then, her eyes landed on the discarded fire extinguisher.  Grabbing it, she aimed the nozzle at The Showman, a fierce glint in her eyes. "The game's not over yet," she said, her voice surprisingly steady.
Y/N's voice echoed in the devastated hallway, a stark contrast to the ragged breaths escaping Felix's lips. The blast had ripped through his suit, leaving a jagged tear that revealed a sickening red beneath. Panic clawed at her throat, threatening to choke her. This wasn't a scrape, this was serious.
Ignoring the Showman's renewed cackling about a "worthy opponent," Y/N's mind raced. She couldn't fight, she wasn't Spider-Man.  But that didn't mean she was useless.
Her gaze fell on the fire extinguisher, a forgotten weapon in her shaking hand. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be the hero, saving the day with a wisecrack.  She shouldn't be the one wielding a weapon, desperation fueling her movements.
With a growl that surprised even herself, Y/N aimed the extinguisher at the canister of compressed air strapped to The Showman's back. It was a desperate gamble, a rage fueled by a raw need to protect Felix.
As if sensing her intent, The Showman lunged, a surge of electricity crackling around him.  But Y/N squeezed the trigger, a deafening hiss filling the air as the compressed air canister erupted.  A blinding flash followed, a shockwave that sent them both flying.
The world spun for Y/N. When she finally blinked the spots away, The Showman was gone, nothing but a ringing silence and the acrid scent of burnt metal remaining. Her makeshift bandage was soaked red, a horrifying reflection of the crimson staining Felix's chest.
He wasn't moving.  A choked sob escaped her lips as she scrambled closer, fear battling with a newfound determination.  There was a hole, a gaping wound on his abdomen, the metallic glint of something embedded within it.
"Felix," she whispered, her voice thick with terror. "Don't you dare leave me... Please, Felix!"
Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. She knew first aid wouldn't be enough. He needed a hospital, a real doctor. But how? How could she get him out of here without anyone seeing his... his secret identity.
Panic threatened to consume her, but a flicker of movement in his chest sparked a sliver of hope.  He was alive, barely.  Y/N knew she had to act fast.  With a deep breath, she ripped strips of fabric from her remaining clothes, applying pressure to the wound.
Then, looking around the deserted hallway, a desperate plan formed in her mind. It was risky, maybe even reckless, but it was the only chance she had.  She needed to get him out of here, and fast.
Reaching into her pocket, she fumbled for her phone. With trembling hands, she dialed a number she hadn't used in years – the abandoned fire escape at the back of her apartment building, their secret haven from childhood.  It was crazy, but it was the one place she knew no one would find them.
"Felix," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "Hold on. Please, just hold on a little longer."
The words hung heavy in the air, the weight of her secret, his injury, and the fear of losing him pressing down on her. 
The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of burnt metal. Y/N's frantic pleas echoed off the shattered lockers, bouncing back unanswered. Felix laying  crumpled in her arms, his once vibrant costume now a gruesome tapestry of dark red. Each shallow breath he took was a ragged gasp, a desperate fight against the tide pulling him under.
Panic gnawed at Y/N's insides, a ravenous beast threatening to consume her whole. This couldn't be happening. Felix, was reckless yea, but undeniably brave Felix, who filled her days with exasperation and her nights with secret dreams, was bleeding out in her arms.
"Don't you dare..." She choked on the words, tears blurring her vision into a kaleidoscope of red and blue. "There's... there's so much I need to tell you..."
A weak cough racked his body, his eyes fluttering open with agonizing slowness. They were clouded with pain, but a spark of recognition flickered within them. Recognition, and something else – a raw vulnerability that ripped through Y/N like a thousand paper cuts.
"Y/N..." His voice was a rasp, barely audible above the ringing in her ears.
"I'm here,Felix.It's going to be ok" she gasped, her hand clutching his desperately, her fear threatening to tear her apart.
"The fight... I messed up..." His words were slow, each one a struggle against the pain that clawed at him from within. "I should've been more careful..."
She shook her head, tears tracing a path through the soot and grime clinging to her face. "No, you were saving me... saving everyone..."
A ghost of a smile played on his lips, a bittersweet echo of his usual mischievous grin. It was a smile that held a universe of unspoken emotions, apologies clinging to the edges like cobwebs. But it was his next words that shattered the fragile dam holding back her emotions, a revelation that slammed into her like a speeding train.
"I... I wasn't just saving everyone," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I was saving you..."
His confession hung heavy in the air, a weight of unspoken affection pressing down on them. A sob escaped YN's lips, a torrent of grief and a sudden, overwhelming realization. The anger, the frustration, all of it paled in comparison to the love she felt for this reckless, brave boy who carried the weight of the city on his shoulders.
"Felix," she choked out, her voice thick with tears. "I..."
But the words died on her lips. He squeezed her hand ever so slightly, a faint pressure that spoke volumes of the pain he was enduring. 
"It's okay," he rasped, his eyes fluttering closed. "You don't...  have to say anything..."
A choked sob escaped her. It wasn't okay. Nothing was okay. The pressure in his hand slackened, his grip turning cold and lifeless. The red on his chest had spread, a gruesome stain mocking the warmth she felt for him.
"No... please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Don't leave me... Felix... I..."
The words never came out. He was gone. The boy who drove her crazy, the boy who kept her safe, the boy she'd come to love more than she could ever express, was gone.  And with him, the truth remained unspoken, a heavy burden laid to rest with him.
Y/N cradled his head in her lap, the tears flowing freely now, a silent tribute to the boy who was her best friend, her hero, and the one love she'd never get to confess.  As the distant sirens wailed in the distance, a hollow echo of help that came far too late, Y/N knew this wasn't just a night the city lost a hero.  It was the night she lost a part of herself, a part buried in the secret resting place of a boy named Felix, and a superhero named Spider-Man.
The weight of his body grew heavier in her arms, a physical manifestation of the emptiness that bloomed in her chest. In the flickering streetlight, she saw a single red and blue web clinging to his chest, a stark reminder of the double life he'd led, a life he'd kept hidden from her, but a life that had ultimately taken him away.
She closed her eyes, her body wracked with sobs. The echo of his final words, a confession of love laced with regret, reverberated in her mind.  She'd never get to tell him how she felt, never get to see his face light up with that goofy grin when he realized she felt the same.
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Red means i can’t tag you.Taglist:open
Taglist: @juskz @blackhairandbangs @sxnset-angel @emossssss @hanjsquokka @feelikecinderella @starlostastronaut @kpopsstuffs @lixxpix @jinnie-ret @bangchans-angel @puppyminnnie @michelle4eve @kpopsstuffs
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leebitpudding · 20 hours
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felix: do you ever think about how we used to use pigeons to send messages, but once we developed new technology we abandoned them
felix: and now they’re just wandering the streets waiting for someone to give them a message to deliver
chan: how high are you?
felix: 5’6
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my wittle pookie wookie bear
pairing: felix x reader
genre: angst? (happy ending) or maybe hurt/comfort?
word count: ~900
warnings: crying. i think that’s literally it.
an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.
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You watched the video again. He was laughing, while she was draped on his arm, smiling up at him. It was just a short clip, but he looked so happy with her. You didn’t even know who she was, but some stays online were wondering if she was in someway important to him romantically. No one knew about you. No one knew that he had a secret relationship and that’s the way you both wanted it. You didn’t think you could handle the backlash of being with him. Stays would never approve of you. The internet would tear you apart. They would never think you were good enough for him, and you had to agree. You pressed play on the video one more time, tears filling your eyes. You tossed your phone to the farthest corner of the bed, you needed it away from you, needed them away from you. You put your head in your hands and cried softly. You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that before you heard the door unlock.
"Baby, im home." Felix called from the entryway.
You could hear him hang his keys on the hook and take his shoes off. He went to the living room first, looking for you. When you weren’t there, you heard him head down the hall toward the bedroom. He softly opened the door.
"There you are angel." He said, smiling.
You looked up at him and your heart broke at his beauty. Of course you weren’t good enough for him, just look at him. He took in your puffy face, and tear stained cheeks before saying "love, what’s wrong?"
love
You scoffed. He didn’t love you. How could he?
"Why don’t you just leave me?" You asked. "You’d be happier with her, so why don’t you just go already?"
He was taken aback. "I’m.. sorry? What are you talking about?"
"Just leave, felix!" You yelled. "Leave." You choked on a sob and turned away from him. He reached for you, but you shrugged off his touch, unable to handle it at this point.
"Baby, where is this coming from? I’m not leaving you."
You sobbed harder into your pillow, breaths ragged and painful.
“angel..” he whispered, his heart shattering at the sound of your sobs, not knowing what was wrong or how to help you. he reached for you again and you let him. he crawled onto the bed and pulled your body flush against his. he could feel you trembling. he kissed your shoulder, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, trying his best to soothe you. “love.. talk to me.”
“don’t call me that.” you mumbled into your pillow.
“don’t call you what? love?” you nodded. “but that’s what you are. you’re my love. my everything. my only reason for everything that i do. you’re my life.”
you wiped at your tears, turning to face him. you looked up at his concerned face. seeing him through your bloodshot, watery eyes- he was a little blurry around the edges.
“would you rather me call you oxygen?” he asked. “you’re my reason for breathing. but it doesn’t have the same ring to it.”
he wiped some stray tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. “would you rather me call you pookie?” he chuckled a little. your lips turned up slightly at the corners. “my wittle pookie wookie bear.” he said in his most obnoxious baby voice, pinching your cheeks. you laughed at that.
“you’re crazy.” you said, voice still weak and watery.
he leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead. “only crazy for you,” he said against your skin before leaning back and adding “pookie.”
you rolled your eyes at him, sniffling. he rolled over to his bedside table and grabbed a tissue. handing it to you he asks, “you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
“i saw a video online of you with a girl..” you told him. “you both looked so happy. and all the stays think that she’s your secret girlfriend or something and it got to me..”
“but angel, you’re my secret girlfriend.” he chuckled, brushing some hair out of your face and behind your ear. “and i promise you, you’re the only secret girlfriend or real girlfriend or imaginary girlfriend that i have. you’re it.”
“but i don’t deserve that.. im not good enough to be your girlfriend.” you admit.
“says who?”
you shrug. “all of the internet would say that if they knew about us.”
“the internet knows nothing about you. even if they knew we were dating, they don’t know the real you. they don’t even know the real me.” he tilts your chin up to look at him. his eyes are so beautiful, but a little glassy, he had gotten a little emotional while you were crying. “the only opinion that should matter to you is mine. and i love you with all of my heart. all of my soul. my entire being is just love for you. you are more than enough for me. too good for me in fact. how did i ever get so lucky?”
“really?” you ask, fresh tears brimming your waterline, but for an entirely different reason.
he leans in and kisses you gently. “i promise.” he says against your lips.
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Can you a skz x reader based off the lyrics "he like it when I bend over and arch my back he taps me on the shoulder and says "yeah I like that"
BEND OVER AND ARCH YOUR BACK — OT8.
pairing: reader(afab) x OT8 genre: smut, NSFW warnings: mostly just touching and teasing, seungmin’s has slapping, dirty talk and begging a/n: MY FIRST REQUEST YAY! tysm for requesting! i hope you’ll like what i turned the lyrics into. [also i think i should be banned from writing OT8, because some scenarios turn out to be 2x times bigger than the others]
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CHAN
back hugs. oh, chan loves back hugs and no one could escape them, not even minho. and you, as his girlfriend, “suffered” the most. chan hugged your everywhere, no matter the location, the time and how appropriate the situation was.
your favorite thing was when he hugged you from behind while you were cooking. he came back from work, put his bag on the bar stool and came closer to you, giving you the warmest hug and inhaling your scent.
he said the softest “hi, baby” and you responded with “hi, how was your day?”.
you didn’t mind, when he stayed like that for some time, you were used to it. however, as soon as you leaned in a bit further to stir the soup in the pot, it brought your attention to something that’s been poking your ass for the past minutes. heatwave crashed into you as you realized he was hard and his bulge was poking into you, while his hands were still wrapped around your waist and face nuzzled in the crook of your neck.
you couldn’t resist the urge, but start slowly grinding your ass against him. low groan escaped his lips as the grip on your waist tightened.
“channie, are you hard?” dumb question. of course he was.
panting behind you increased. you arched your back more, leaning into the counter.
it tightened knot in your stomach. you heard chan swallow, as he lowered his hands and grabbed you by your hips, beginning to grind actively against you.
“yeah just like that, baby. i like that.” chan breathed out.
you giggled and turned the stove off. the dinner could wait.
MINHO
your dance partner minho was your true rival since you started dancing in the same studio. you two were passionate and hard working, best in the group even, so it was no surprise, that your dance teacher decided to put you two in a pair. it was back and forth all the time. as soon as you thought that minho changed and started acting normally towards you, he did something bitchy again. minho was the only person in the studio, who would do stupid shit at his grown age, like tying your shoelaces between each other while you aren’t looking, making you fall afterwards. you were used to it and you could handle every prank that he did on you.
what you couldn’t handle was the sexy choreo that your dance teacher loved to put. every time it just became more naughty and awkward for both of you.
this time it was one particular movement that you refused to do at first. standing in front of your dance partner, you had to roll your hips in circle movement, almost brushing against the crotch of your partner, while he holds you down by waist. awkward? too little word to describe your feeling.
you didn’t know if minho was feeling as awkward as you did, but he didn’t complain once, while you talked to the dance teacher several times about this move. the only response that you received was that you need to grow up and it’s just dancing, not fucking. of course.
“one-two-three-four!” dance teacher was counting down, while whole group was repeating that particular part of the choreo once again. “one-two-three-four!”
you circled your hips, feeling minho’s hands on your waist. he didn’t look at you once, while you were repeating this part for the past few minutes - you could see him looking to the side through the mirror.
“good! a couple more times and we’ll move to the next part! let’s repeat that with previous moves and add this at the end! with music now!”
everyone nodded. it was a relief being able to finally go through choreo with music.
“one-two-three-four!” counting began again, echoing through the walls of the studio.
you gave out your whole passion to the moves as you always did. you were precise with your hands and legs placements, not wanting to give in to minho in anything.
“now the hip part!” the voice of the teacher chanted again. “one-two-three-four!”
you rolled your hips at the count, maybe too passionately, cause you forgot that the distance between your ass and minho’s crotch was too little. it was the small sigh that reached your ears, making you stop your movements.
you made eyes contact with minho through the mirror, but he broke it almost immediately, looking away.
did you really just hear that or was it your imagination?
“cmon, girls! i want you to be passionate about this dance! look at y/n and minho, they always give their best, even if choreography seems “too sexy”, as you all say.”
right. too sexy.
“okay, let’s go through this once again, but now i wanna see a good hip movement, girls!” teacher clapped her hands and put the music back on.
it happened again.
as soon as you felt your hips slightly brush against minho’s crotch, or at least you thought it’s his crotch, you heard a quiet whimper. the fact that you could hear it through the blasting music made you aware that minho was not holding back. his grip on your waist tightened, as you saw him close his eyes through the mirror.
oh, he was having a boner for sure.
the realization made your pussy throb. you felt yourself getting wet, panties started to soak with your arousal.
without any thinking, driven by pure lust, you scooted closed to minho and brushed your hips against his bulge. the sigh that he let out tightened the knot in your stomach.
“you like me rubbing my pussy against you, huh?” you finally turned around at him and stood on tiptoe, whispering in his ear.
“yeah, i like that.” he responded, wrapping a hand around your hip tighter, smirk appearing in his lips.
CHANGBIN
you and your boyfriend changbin were gym nerds for a long time. gym was even the reason why you two met, so, of course, you didn’t change your habits even after getting together.
so there you were - doing some workout with one knee on the bench, lifting the dumbbell up to your hip. ass up in the air, broad shoulders and straight back on the display. rowing dumbbells up to your hip you were on your last set, while changbin stood behind you as your spotter.
“twenty seven- twenty eight- twenty nine- thirty-“ he was counting for you, as you stopped at the number.
“oof! okay, that was my last-“ you breathed out heavily, putting dumbbells down on the floor.
you were about to get up from the position, but all of a sudden felt changbin’s big hands on your waist, holding you down.
“babe?” you turned your head and looked at him in confusion.
smug expression on his face made you chuckle.
“stay like that for a second.” he responded, guiding his palms on your ass. “yeah, just like that.”
you were still in the middle of the gym, which was quite busy during this time of the day. you looked around, trying to spot any eyes on you, but no one was looking in your direction yet.
changbin’s hand movements sent shivers down your spine, as you felt yourself getting wet. he guided his middle and index fingers through your folds in quick motion, making you let out a moan, that you desperately tried to hide. he then took a step closer to you, and brushed his growing bulge against your ass.
“wanna go somewhere more private, baby?” he whispered in your ear.
HYUNJIN
you didn’t mind, when hyunjin disappeared in his studio for hours or even days, but it was different, when he asked you to pose for him.
“what kind of pose is that?” you complained.
“i have a vision. just stay like that, please.” his response made you roll your eyes.
the pose was… interesting indeed. leaning on the chair with one leg, you had your ass and back arching in the air. to say it was uncomfortable and terribly awkward staying in this pose for a long time.
“yeah i like that” hyunjin finally said, seemingly satisfied with your pose and went back to his chair and easel.
minutes have passed and you haven’t moved a bit - being a good girlfriend you were. hyunjin was looking at you from time to time, hiding a smirk on his lips, which didn’t stay hidden from you. but you decided not to comment on that and let him work. the sooner he finishes - sooner you will be able to get out from this pose and finally stretch your back. and it was starting to ache uncomfortably.
suddenly hyunjin stood up from his chair and approached you slowly, scanning every inch of your body with his dark brown eyes.
“what?” you asked, not being able to stay quiet any longer.
“nothing, baby.” hyunjin responded, while his palm went straight to your ass, soothing it gently.
you squirmed under his touch and arched your back harder, reaching for more contact. his fingers then went between your folds, massaging slightly through the layers of clothing. you moaned at the sensation, the sound echoed through the half-empty studio.
“please-“ you breathed out, jiggling your ass at hyunjin.
he chuckled. “alright, i will give you a reward, baby.”
JISUNG
“babe, where is your laundry? i am loading it now.” you approached jisung, while he was finishing his breakfast in the kitchen.
“should be in the baske-“ he choked out as soon as his eyes lock on your body. “what are you wearing?”
“it’s laundry day.” you shrugged. “i wanna wash everything at once.”
no wonder he choked. you were standing in front of him in nothing, but underwear on your bottom half and some old t-shirt that you stopped wearing once your boobs grew, when you turned fourteen. it complimented your features perfectly, framing the outline of your breasts. looked like they were about to rip the t-shirt apart.
jisung swallowed. “o-okay… well, i think my laundry should be in the basket. if not, then it’s on the second shelf in the wardrobe… do you need help?” he added, still scanning through your body.
oh, you looked delicious like this. he wished you’d walk around the house wearing clothes like these all the time. he also wished he could take you right now on the kitchen table. he’s already got hard, dick pulling the thin layer of fabric.
but he couldn’t do it right now. he knew you’d be mad, because you wanted to finish all chores around the house first. he must deal with his growing boner on his own.
“no, no, don’t worry. i will take care of everything.” with these words your silhouette disappeared into the darkness of the corridor again.
whistling some tunes you began to put everything in the washing machine. a couple of beeps and machine started spinning.
you were so focused on the task, that you didn’t catch the moment when jisung got behind you. leaning on the door frame, he was shamelessly scanning through your body features as you were still arching a bit towards the washing machine. your panties were showing so little and so much at the same time.
he didn’t give you any chance to react, just pushed you towards the washing machine and bent you over it. his hard dick lined up with your barely clothed pussy, sending shivers down your spine. you didn’t wanna admit it, but you became so wet almost immediately. his dick started poking right into your throbbing pussy and hands went to hold your waist tightly. he was pressing you into the watching machine with his whole body strength, the vibrations providing additional stimulation.
it was too much for your senses. his hands started guiding down your ass, making their way to your clothed pussy. but you were moaning already - clit was being stimulated so nicely by the vibrations coming from the watching machine.
“oh, jagi, you can’t be walking around the house like that.” jisung finally reached your clit with his fingers. “so wet for me already, huh?”
“don’t blame me. you are always the horny one. i just wanted to do some laundry, cause i knew you won’t do it.” you jokingly slapped his hand, while his fingers started drawing circles on your clit.
“okay, next time i will do laundry, while walking around in my underwear only.” he chuckled into your ear.
FELIX
oh, you were so desperate. the way you were ready to put your pride away for this man and forget about your bet.
it all started last week, when two of you made a bet of who’ll give in to have sex first. felix knew you wouldn’t last long, so obviously he agreed. and you were delusional as always.
so there you were - trying to keep you cool, suffering through each day. at first you thought you’ll be able to seduce him, but felix was too good at controlling his dick. he didn’t even bat an eye, when you started walking around the house half-naked or snuggling even closer to him during sleep. he could see you getting impatient - suffering through internal battle.
little did you know, he was suffering as well. he was just too good at hiding it. but, of course, your half-naked body had effect on him. every time you walked around the house in your pajama shorts had his dick twitch.
it was day fourteen since the bet started. you just came back from work, wearing your usual high-waisted pants and tucked-in shirt, that outlined your features perfectly. oh, your ass looked so good. felix caught himself on the thought that he can’t resist any longer. he needed to touch you right now.
“hi, baby!” you gave him a quick peck on the lips and headed to the bedroom to change your clothes.
what you didn’t notice was felix, who went after you almost immediately. like some pervert, he watched his own girlfriend getting undressed.
you unbuttoned your shirt and took off the bra, breasts jiggling as you bent down to pick something from the floor.
with a low groan felix rushed to you and cupped your asscheeks in his palms, squeezing them harshly.
you let out a small whisper. “babe?”
instead of replying, he squeezed your ass even more and gave it a quick smack, making you bend over even more.
his hands then went straight to your belt and in quick motion he took your pants off, revealing the soaking underwear.
the sight amazed him. you were wet too, which he honestly did not expect. he rushed his fingers through you clothed wet folds. your arousal soaked through the lingerie and left a stain on his long fingers. felix breathed out heavily.
“baby? does that mean you lost the bet?” you giggled.
“don’t get cocky. look how wet you are.” he forced his wet finger into your mouth, making you suck on them. “now get on the bed.”
SEUNGMIN
wanna know his favorite pose to fuck you? doggy style. who would have thought.
he loves, when you arch your back for him meeting his thrusts, as he brings you closer to your orgasm. this is usually accompanied by loud slaps on your ass. you moan eagerly, desperately, with his name escaping your lips.
“yeah, like just that, pup.” he slapped you again, making you clench your walls around him. “i like it when you moan my name.”
“p-please- faster-“ you cried out, making all your effort to meet up with his thrusts. you moved in synched motion, it was actually impressive.
“who said you can beg me?” annoyance in his voice and he slapped you again, now twice in a row. the red trace of his palm was already visible on your creamy skin.
he slowed down on purpose, so he could hear you cry out more. a smirk appeared on his lips.
“now you can beg, pup.” he palmed your ass waiting for your response.
there was no need to ask you twice. you were ready for it.
“please! please, make me cum! please, i want to cum! pleaseee- ah!”
he cut you off with increased pace. your moans were now uncontrollable, back arching even more and you rode his dick through your orgasm.
JEONGIN
another study evening with your best friend. in just two days you have to send out the first draft of your diploma and you are not even halfway through it. it’s currently a mess on the table - both yours and jeongin’s laptops next to each other, notebooks, textbooks and other study materials right behind in a pile.
“ugh… i need a break. i can’t do this anymore.” you sigh as you stand up from the chair, making your way out to the kitchen. “you want some tea?”
“yeah, sure.” jeongin responds still focused on his work. of course, his draft is almost finished, because unlike you, he started doing everything ahead of time.
you come back with two mugs of tea, placing it a little bit further on the table, so you won’t accidentally spill it on your laptops.
“hey, can you read through this? i think i’ve finished with last paragraph.” jeongin calls you for help. you approach him and stand right next to him, leaning on the table, elbows resting on the surface, ass up in the air.
his writing is perfect as always. you can’t deny it, you’ve got yourself lost in his trail of thoughts and read through a few paragraphs instead of one.
when you finished reading and turned your head at jeongin, you saw something that you were not expecting to see at all.
his eyes are glued to the sight of your ass in front of him. it is like a magnet, hypnotizing him. he looks so goofy, with a frozen look on his face, not even noticing that you caught him staring. who would have thought: your best friend, all time best student and the most nerdy guy you’ve even known is currently eating you with his eyes.
“like what you see?” you finally speak.
jeongin chokes out at your sentence, as he realizes he was staring the entire time. and he got caught staring.
“s-sorry-“ the tips of his ears turn crimson as he tries to look away, but you are quicker.
catching his chin with your hand, you force him to look into your eyes, as you sit yourself down on his lap.
“who would have thought you are such a pervert, jeongin.” you chuckle in his face as you lean closer to catch his lips in a passionate kiss.
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pretty-blkgirl · 3 days
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Texting Skz “Happy Anniversary” (Hyung Line)
//gn!reader x Skz//
Synopsis: You try and wish your boyfriend a happy anniversary for Skz Day
Genre: crack, fluff
Warnings: none
A/N: HAPPY SKZ DAYYYYYYYYY. Wanted to put a little something out for the kids’ 6th year 🫶🏾
~Maknae Line~
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tsumskz · 16 hours
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Hiii it's me again, how are you??
Okay sooo I had this new idea that just came yo me while I was listening to the song in the woods somewhere by Hozier, and I was wondering would it be possible to do a fic based on the song for either changbin or hyunhin ??
• ❥ • changbin x reader
warnings: none
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In the depths of the forest, where whispers intertwine with the rustling leaves, you find yourself drawn to the enchanting melody of "In the Woods Somewhere" by Hozier. As you venture further into nature's embrace, your heart beats in sync with the rhythm of the song.
Amidst the moonlight's gentle caress, you catch a glimpse of Changbin, his presence captivating and mysterious. His voice, like velvet, weaves seamlessly with the wind, resonating deep within your soul. The lyrics, filled with emotion, paint a vivid tapestry of longing and desire.
As your paths cross, a connection sparks between you and Changbin, as if fate has orchestrated this meeting in the heart of the woods. Your eyes meet, and in that moment, time stands still. The music becomes a backdrop to your shared journey, as you explore the depths of your emotions together.
Hand in hand, you and Changbin dance amidst the moonlit shadows, your steps guided by the melody of the song. The forest becomes your sanctuary, a place where the barriers of reality fade away. Your heart beats in unison, the music enveloping you both in a cocoon of love and understanding.
As the song reaches its crescendo, you and Changbin find yourselves in a hidden clearing, bathed in the soft glow of the moon. In this sacred space, you share a dance that transcends words, a dance that speaks volumes of the connection you share. It's a moment of pure magic, etched into the fabric of your souls.
As the final notes of the song fade into the night, you and Changbin are forever changed. The music has touched your hearts, intertwining your stories in a way that can never be undone. And as you leave the woods, the memory of this extraordinary encounter lives on, a cherished chapter in the book of your lives.
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diddybok · 1 month
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jealous, jealous, jealous, boy!
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all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)
➩pairing: ot8 x gn!reader
➩genre(s): toxic bf!skz, fake texts, non idol!au
➩warnings: strong language, mentions of sex, boys are jealous so, toxic behaviour, genshin, the maknaes are lewd—what’s new, anything i’ve missed
➩author’s note: jeongin been hittin diff lately, minho too. i need to be spayed.
➩requested: yes. if you want to request a fic send me an ask!
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yongbokiee-felix · 3 days
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emithecharmer · 2 months
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He is in Love
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Hyunjin's eyes never strayed from your sleeping form, snuggled in his arms, head tucked away into his chest. He didn't look up while his members talked about the new song, or even when the food got there, no. You'd crawled into his arms when you first arrived and he would stay there as your bed until you woke up. He didn't complain when the others made fun and cooed, even taking a picture or two. All he did was smile fondly, leaning back into the couch, softly taking you down with him and pulling you closer by your thighs. He looked up and met his leader's eyes, smiling with a lovesick expression.
"I'm going to marry her." Hyunjin said simply, freezing when he felt you move in your sleep. The guys all laughed at his expression, but Chan felt his heart swell at the thought of Hyunjin having someone.
They all loved you, you were kind- and just as sassy and dramatic as Hyunjin. You were there when they had bad days, and you'd learned recipes from home and would cook when you had the chance, leaving them with a week's worth of homemade food.
Hyunjin had picked out the ring two months after he'd asked you out. His mom had told him when he was little, that he'd know when he found his person. And he did, he knew from the second he'd kissed you for the first time. He knew that he'd see your same, beautiful smile, walking down the isle one day. He knew that your pure heart would provide kind children and that you'd be a wonderful mother. He knew that your hands would be even more precious with a ring adorning them. He knew that your hair would shine in the sun as you two watched the sunset together.
And more than anything, he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you, his person. His you.
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