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plushies — bang chan.

pairing — chan x (fem) reader

genre — fluff.

word count — 2 K

warnings — reader is obsessed with plushies <3

note — this idea is credited to @orphic-chan !! I have her permission to use it, so mei I hope you like this :"( and that I did it justice <333 🥺 I'm fond of this blurb xkxjxjjdjdjdjdjd

“Hey look!”

Your face lights up with the pure joy of a child as you run towards the store, gazing through the glass with heightened excitement. Your husband grins at you, walking to where you’re standing and staring at the display case. 

“What is it, princess?”

You ignore the blush that creeps up to your cheeks when you hear that nickname, focusing on the cute wolf plushie that’s sitting neatly on the case. It’s tiny paws hold a heart, although you don’t need to focus on those details — you were sold the moment you’d seen the plushie from far away.

“Can we get that, please please please please please-” You pout with pleading eyes, jumping in your place from excitement. Chan laughs, reaching out to ruffle your hair before shaking his head.

“Don’t you have to wolfchan plushie already?”

“Yeah but… look at this — there can never be enough plushies that can remind me of you, you know.”

“But at this rate, our whole bedroom’s gonna be filled with plushies.” Chan gives you a thoughtful smile. “How many do you have right now — twelve?”

“Fourteen.” You frown sarcastically. “But that’s not the point! It’s so cute, I want it, pleaseeeeee…”

“Y/N, how many plushies, out of the fourteen, do you actually sleep with?”

Your expression droops down, as you’re hit with realisation. You’ve had an obsession for plushies ever since you were little, and that attraction had surely carried into adulthood as well. You couldn’t help it. They were so soft and comfortable to cuddle with — you’d bought most of the fourteen plushies when Chan was away slaving at JYP, and you missed his cuddles dearly. A little Versace Eros and a wolf chan plushie did wonders to your cuddle-deprived soul, to be honest.

It hasn’t even been a year since you and Chan had tied the knot and made it official — but nevertheless, you’ve been enjoying your marriage. Calling Bang Chan your “husband” surely induced a feeling of butterflies fluttering around in your gut — it didn’t help when Chan would call you his wife, his princess, and all those cute nicknames from time to time either. 

“Hey, but why do I need a plushie when I have the actual wolf chan beside me, am I right?” You lean in as though to whisper a secret into his ear, and Chan does the same, though he’s internally giggling at how cute you’re being right now. “Plus, don’t tell wolfchan, but your cuddles are better.” you whisper softly, as though not wanting the wolf plushie to hear you.

Chan bursts into a fit of giggles at that, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and squeezing you into a protective hug. “You’re so precious.”

“So can we get the plushie now? Chan squints at your insistence, shaking his head before leaning down to lift you into his arms bridal style — invoking a squeal from you. You tightly grip onto his jacket, eyes going wide as you scan the crowd around you. Thankfully, no one seems to be bothered by Chan’s public display of affection and he starts walking with you clinging onto him.

“I- Are… are you gonna carry me all the way home?” You feel flustered, even though such incidents are more than common in the many years you’ve been with Chan. He was pretty outward and outgoing, never really shying away from doing something to show you just how much he cherished you. He also secretly loves seeing you get surprised and flustered when he did something like what he’s doing right now.

“As long as my hands can take it.” Chan shrugs, shooting you a gentle, pretty smile that takes your breath away before walking home with you in his arms.

The next week, you pull him out of his studio for a break after missing him for too long, and he readily obliges, following in pursuit as you take him to your favorite diner.

“It’s been a while since we’ve eaten here.” Chan says.

“Yeah, can’t wait to eat those waffles again.” You chirp, before turning towards him and putting on a mockingly serious expression. “And you mister husband, are going to eat as much as you can — and no coffee.”

Chan frowns and pouts at you. “But princess-”

“No- no princess. Look at you. You have such dark eyebags again, and you’ve gotten so pale.”

Chan sighs, feeling a warm feeling flow up his chest when you quiz his hand you’re holding in yours gently. “Okay, fine. As long as you’re happy.” 

“Hey!” You slap his arm playfully, and Chan’s jaw drops as he giggles along with you. “What was that for?” he asks.

“I didn’t let you be this adorable and sweet right now.”

“I don’t need any permission, remember? I’m your husband, I can make you shy whenever I want.”

You make a defeated face at him, opting to grab the menu cards to hide the heat that’s spreading all over your face. 

“By the way, isn’t that my hoodie?”

“It’s my hoodie.” you say as a matter-of-fact, flipping through the pages to see what you could order. The pasta looked delicious—

Chan sighs, reaching over to hold your hand before lifting it up, pointing at the way the sleeves reached up to your knuckles and covered your hand almost completely. You simply smirk at his implication.

“Really?” He asks.

“Well, it was your hoodie. It’s mine now.” You say, sipping some water before realising what you meant. “Uh, um.. Only if you’re comfortable though-”

“Hey, hey.” Chan beams at you, the grip on your hand growing tighter. “I really don’t mind. Plus, you look really cute. But I have to admit, I thought the whole stealing-my-boyfriend’s-hoodies-phase would be over once we were married.”

“Well, it will never, for you. Your hoodies are cozy, plus, they smell like you.”

“Gosh, you’re so adorable.”

“No you are! Look at you — your beautiful brown eyes, your perfect face, your beauty, your smile that always makes me melt, your-”

Chan giggles and covers his face with his palms at the sudden overdose of compliments, feeling his skin burn red. You smile cheekily in victory, pulling his hands away from his face to look at how pretty he was when he was complimented. It was truly a sight to cherish.

“See, I was right. You’re so adorable.”

“Nooooo…” Chan speaks in his tiny voice — the voice that usually comes out when he’s extremely flustered, and only comes out around you. He pats his cheeks to feel how warm they’ve gotten and huffs, glaring at you frivolously. It’s his turn to grab the menu card placed on the side of the table, using it to cover his blush.

“Awhhh, you’re so cuteeee.” You squeal silently, feeling your heart jump out of your chest at the sight in front of you. Your husband being this way was rare, considering his busy schedule most of the time, but whenever he got like this, you always felt like you’d faint from how cute he really was.

“Stoppp,” He dreamily twinkles at the back of the menu card, trying to keep a straight face when you force him to put it down, but failing miserably.

“I’m gonna do this a lot more often if this is the result.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why don’t you order, hm? I’m hungry.”

“Changing the subject… I wouldn’t allow it usually but since you said you’re hungry I’ll let you get away with it- but hey, I’ve been meaning to ask, what’s that bag for?”

Chan hums, turning to finally remind himself of the bag that sits beside him. “You’ll see.” He winks at you, and you squint, letting it brush off before calling for the waiter to order. Was it a gift for you? You’re delving too deep into it, if he told you that you’d see, than you trust your husband enough to know that you would.

Once your dinner is completely done, you groan in satisfaction. “That pasta was so good.”

“So was that piccata. It’s been a long time since I’ve had something other than packaged ramen and rice. Thank you for bringing me here my love, I really appreciate it.”

“Awh, don’t thank me. I’m here to remind you to take breaks from time to time, you know.” You smile sweetly, cupping his cheek from across the table, and if it weren't for the table obstructing you, you’d have placed a delicate kiss on his lips too. The bustling noise of the diner is fairly irrelevant to you — but that’s the beauty of being with your husband. When he’s there, you seem to be caged in another reality, another dimension where only the two of you exist, and only the two of you enjoy each other’s company.

“I have to. You take such good care of me.” He turns his head to place a soft, lingering kiss onto your palm, and you can’t help but smile brighter (if that’s even possible). 

“I only do what I have to, and want to, love. You’ll never have to thank me, because I love you.”

Chan can feel himself blushing again and that, and you coo at the way he averts his eyes down to hide his flustered expression. “Hey, you’re doing that again.”

“Well, didn’t we already finish eating?”

“Yeah, but…” Chan can’t stop smiling, and his heart can’t stop feeling like it’s gonna disintegrate into a thousand butterflies any second. He then looks around, trying to avoid your eyesight and almost certain that you’d be looking at him with that i-made-you-shy-smirk, and his eyes land on the bag beside him. “Hey, I have something for you.”

“For me?” You clutch your chest at the gesture, feeling your insides warm up at the thought of him getting you something for his meet with you after many days. “Awh, you didn’t have to, love.”

Chan chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you. “Pretty sure you’re gonna take that back once you see what’s inside.” He says that to build your excitement, and then hands you the bag, which you happily accept. You close your eyes for a split second to take in how happy, and how calm you feel right now, like everything is in place — and then open the bag to see what’s inside.

And when you see it, everything inside you short circuits. 

“Omo, nooo, are you serious?” You pull out the tiny wolf plushie out of the bag. It’s the same as the one you’d seen on your last date (and the one Chan had refused to buy you), except smaller, and therefore, cuter. You gently place your index finger on the wolf’s nose, cooing at how adorable it looked. “Tinie… it’s so small oh lord.” 

Chan can’t help but twinkle at how excited you are, especially with such a small gift. Really, he just reminded himself to wake up early and go to the shop the day after that date, and enquired to see if there was a smaller version available. Just that small gift having the ability to induce so much happiness in you, and just one smile from you having the capability to throw him off the edge and make his stomach flutter with a thousand butterflies, at that point, Chan knows he loves you.

“B-but, didn’t you not want to buy this?”

“You seemed to really like it, and besides, who am I to deny spoiling my wife?”

You make a cringy pout at him, and successfully make Chan laugh from your expression. “Hey, now you’re doing that thing where you make me blush.” You cuddle the plushie close to your chest, rocking it back and forth and relishing how small yet soft it felt against you. You then pull away to tug at the heart it holds in front of it. “Wolf Chan has all of my heart.” You say, smiling to yourself in pure bliss.

“All of it?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Okay fine, my cute husband has most of it.”

“Hey, I wanted to be the one to have your heart!” He frowns and mimics your pout.

You snort at that, leaning forward as though to whisper something to your husband, and just like the last date, Chan leans in to listen to you.

“Well, don’t tell wolfchan… but you have all of my heart.”

And after that, your whole room is filled with tiny plushies that your husband spoils you with every time he takes you out on a date.

networks: @inkidz​​ @kpopscape​​ @kdiarynet​​ @fluffyskzclub​​ @destinyverse​​ @skzwritersclub​​ @kwritersworld​​ @lovesick-net​​

taglist: @cafejjunie​​ @sleepylixie​​ ​ @coco-riki​​ ​ @stayndays​​ ​ @yutassecretheaven​​ ​ @lost-midnight-flower​​ ​ @p2q3r4​​ @anskiie​​ ​ @happiestgirlontheeastcoast @cuddlychrisbang @orphic-chan​

[blueprint-han]

SKZ X CLIO — SOFT VER ♡

[blueprint-han]

dreamy — lee minho.

pairing — lee know x (fem) reader

genre — fluff.

word count — 1.9 K

warnings — making out with minho <3 not suggestive at all, just kissing <3

note — making out mood continues as im touch starved </3

“Where’s our son?”

You frown at the lack of Jae’s presence. Usually, you’d be pounced upon and engulfed into a tiny hug the moment you set foot into the house, and to be honest, it’s comforting to have a smiling, bright little sunshine drape warmth over you when he verbalizes how much he misses you every day. And your husband’s fond, dizzy smile, like seeing his family in their happiest moments brings him the purest form of joy one can experience.

Minho looks up from where he’s seated on the dining table, pushing his glasses up his nose before giving you one of those smiles. The smiles that only you were allowed to see, the smile that only you were allowed to understand. It surprised you the very first time you’d seen that smile — the Minho who appeared cold and secretive, his smile felt like a warm hug delivered by someone you loved and longed to stay with.

“Welcome home!” Minho chimes, and you return his smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips before moving to the kitchen to fetch yourself a glass of water. “How was today?” you can hear Minho’s voice ask from outside.

“Pretty good!” You smile, gulping down the water as you sigh in relief, feeling the cold feeling run down your throat. It felt refreshing. “Just the same old, same old. But I feel oddly happy today.” You put your glass down, walking back to where Minho is seated to pull up a chair and sit in front of him. “You still haven’t told me where our son is, you know.”

Minho seems frozen for a second, before he puts the magazine he’s holding to the side and releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I left him over with his friend for the night. They were having a sleepover and he really wanted to go.”

Your face lights up with realisation as you smirk with a raised eyebrow, nodding along as you finally understood the whereabouts of your child. “Well, Jae’s smart. He asked his father to drop him off and handle his mother because she doesn’t allow sleepovers with friends she hasn’t seen before?”

“Oh come on, he’s just a child-”

“I’m not mad!” You laugh, taking the magazine from his hands as you flip through it.

Minho frowns. “Wait- You aren’t?”

“No. I may have some rules and principles to follow but I’m not gonna stop the kid from enjoying his childhood. I only tell him to let me meet the child before so I know he’s not falling into trouble.” You don’t look into his eyes, focused on the magazine as you state what you would assume was known.

“Huh, I guess Jae was worrying too much.”

You hum, and the conversation ends at that, but the silence that spreads around, is comfortable. You’re focused on the article, and Minho’s focused on you. He lets himself delve into the way your hair falls over your forehead ever so perfectly, the way you drum a soft beat on the table with your fingers, and the engrossed expression you make when you’re reading. You look so pretty. 

Not even right now, but all the time. You look pretty when your hair is tied up messily in the morning as you scurry to pack Jae’s lunch for school and then prepare yourself for work. You’re pretty when you’ve just gotten out of the shower, your face bare of makeup and your hair wet, sticking to your skin. In his eyes, he still feels you’re the prettiest woman. His love for you has certainly not diminished one bit, even after five years of marriage.

When you feel Minho’s hand warmly, delicately encase yours, you feel warmth flood through your nerves. A smile immediately finds you, and you let him play with your fingers as you let the silence form a secure cage around the both of you. 

Then, you feel a small tug at your hand, looking up to see Minho with a cheeky grin on his face. You question him with your look, but nonetheless, allow yourself to be maneuvered by him. Once you’re in front, he wraps his strong, protective arms around you, and instantaneously, you fall into his lap, a comfortable sound leaving your lips as you nuzzle his neck. 

“Hey there.” Minho voices huskily, his lips close enough to yours to leave your skin tingly.

“You already said hello to me.” You goof around, giggling cutely as you blow off his attempt to sound cute — or “sexy” as he likes to call it. You doubt anything will make Minho look something other than a variation of cute when he wears those round glasses and gives you his intoxicating smile.

“It’s called setting the vibe, loser.” Minho tightens his grasp around you and you disappear into his embrace. His skin feels so warm and soft against your own, you’re almost half asleep already.

“What are you setting the vibe for?”

Minho leans in, his lips centimetres apart from yours now. You can feel his warm breath ghost against your top lip, so you let yourself look up and into his eyes. Ever since Jae’s arrived in your life, you’ve rarely had such moments with a semblance of privacy, especially for a long period of time. In a way, it feels nice to enjoy the intimacy of simply being with your lover in your own bubble. Not that you don’t enjoy the time spent with your lovely son, but the alone time, as rare as it is, is surely appreciated.

“I think you know.” Minho purrs, and you scoff at him, toying with the rim of his glasses before pulling them off. You’re not even given the chance to place it aside before his lips find yours, and the both of you feel your lips pull into a smile. You cup his cheeks when he lifts you into his arms, placing you on the table before leaning against the table with his arms beside you, lips still attached to yours. A muffled noise leaves your lips at that, but you yearn for the warmth of his embrace, and therefore wrap your hands around his waist to pull him closer.

The kiss isn’t one bit lustful as an outsider viewing you would think it is. You just enjoy the feeling of Minho’s lips brushing warmly against your own, senses completely buzzing blank as the feeling of security in his arms makes your head spin. Many things have changed in five years — but this surely hasn’t — kisses shared still feel like a blissful climb to enrapture. They make you heave and steal your breath away, but when you pull away to look into each other’s eyes and give each other that smile — the feeling is like none other.

“Been a while since I’ve properly kissed you.” Minho says, his voice husky from the intense kiss you just shared. You feel your cheeks flush with warmth when places small kisses all over your face, the closeness with him combined rendering you more dizzy.

“I missed it.”

When Minho caresses your face delicately, ever so delicately, you let yourself wrap your arms around his waist and pull him close, the small strip of skin exposed from his shirt riding up feeling smooth under your fingertips. Minho’s cheeks are bright red at the contact, which he sneakily (or not so much) tried to hide by closing the distance between you once again, letting you feel the fullness of his lips against yours once again as your lips dance in perfect symphony.

When you break the kiss again, you immediately let your hands slip under his shirt and bury your head in the crook of his neck, relishing the way he gasps from the temperature contrast of warm hands on cold skin.

“You’re cold.” He whines, ignoring the burn in his cheeks as he returns the hug, letting him press soft kisses on your shoulder. 

“And you’re warm.” You chuckle, humming at the feeling of your hands warming up and mingling with the feeling of smooth skin under your palm.

You pull your hands away to cradle Minho’s face, and then simper when you feel just how hot they are to touch. 

“Someone’s flustered than usual.”

Minho rolls his eyes, shaking his head coyly. “You know, there was a time when you’d go shy at everything I said. And now you’re doing the exact same thing to me.”

You giggle, gently squishing his cheeks before kissing the tip of his nose affectionately, and then looking at him with gentle, twinkling eyes. “I can’t help it. You’re cute when you act this way. I mean, more than usual.”

“And then you say I don’t have aegyo skills.” Minho rolls his eyes again, gently brushing your hair away from your forehead. 

“You don’t.” You state as a matter of fact, snorting before pinching his cheeks where he blushes like the coalesce between soft pinks and reds of a sunset. He was prettier than any sunset though, especially when his eyes were prettier than any night sky. You could happily pin point everything you loved about him for ever and ever.

“Didn’t you just say I’m cute?”

“You are. When you’re yourself. Not when you do cringy aegyo for Jae. Even he agrees his dad isn’t the best aegyo-er.”

“Oh gosh, stoppp…” He whispers, snuggling into the crook of your neck as he tried to hide how flustered he was. Perhaps not being in this position and state in a long time had made Minho more sensitive to your advances, but he wasn’t complaining, and you certainly weren’t either. “You’re out to kill me today.”

“I won’t stop.” You murmur back, gently running your fingers through his soft brown locks of hair, feeling him melt more and more into your arms. Frankly speaking, it’s not very hard for you to have such moments when your husband is just complete mush, but it still never stops giving your ego a boost when you do end up turning him into this state. It’s cute.

“Okay fine, but since we’ll be having the whole evening and night to ourselves…”

“What do you feel like doing?” You distance yourself to get a good look at the intent expression on his face.

“Mario Kart 8?”

You gasp. “Oh gosh, it’s been ages since we’ve played that and I always beat your ass at it.” You get off the table, grabbing your husband’s hand and pulling him to the TV. “You have been training Jae at the game while I’m away though, so…”

Minho blinks audibly, stuttering as he tries to comprehend your words. “W-wait, you knew?”

You laugh, patting your husband’s head fondly before pinching his cheek. “I’m his mother, and moreover, I’m your wife, I can tell.”

“Damn, so all that hard work I put into keeping the switch at it’s exact same place was useless?”

You shake your head and bite the inside of your cheek, trying so hard not to pounce on your husband because of how adorable he was being and then nod. “Yeah, pretty much. Next time just tell me, and heck, I’ll play with you.”

Minho feels himself smile at that, leaning in to rest his head against your shoulder as he encases you into his arms. 

“My, don’t I have the best wife ever?”

networks: @inkidz​​​ @kpopscape​​​ @kdiarynet​​​ @fluffyskzclub​​​ @destinyverse​​​ @skzwritersclub​​​ @kwritersworld​​​ @lovesick-net​​​

taglist: @cafejjunie​​​ @sleepylixie​​​ ​ @coco-riki​​​ ​ @stayndays​​​ ​ @yutassecretheaven​​​ ​ @lost-midnight-flower​​​ ​ @p2q3r4​​​ @anskiie​​​ ​ @happiestgirlontheeastcoast @cuddlychrisbang @orphic-chan​

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Okay no, this is so well worded, and it NEEDS TO BE SAID LOUDER

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Well, this post has been made countless times, but I’m making one too because I’ve seen a lot of people say they’re new to tumblr and don’t know the whole “reblogging is better than liking” rule and other stuff. So without any further ado, here are ways YOU can support the fanfiction authors. Now keep in mind this applies to almost every author out there, not just the stayblr fandom, so if you’re a silent reader (or even if you aren’t), I advise you go through this post. Warning, this is a fairly long post going into detail, so yeah. I still expect you, the readers to read this, and if you’re a writer, feel free to lmk if i’ve written smth wrong or if you want me to add something! ^^

In this post I’ll go into thorough analysis of the pros and cons of each of the methods listed here and how YOU as a reader can show the authors whose fics you read more love and motivate them to produce content.

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hyunjin moodboard; based on @scxrlettwxtches story, a crown of thorns.