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250626 ⁝⁝ dominATE Chicago / God's Menu

© kendra

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AO3's redesign project: please help me collect answers!

Hey there!

As part of my professional portfolio, I'm conducting a little project on AO3's UX design improvement. I've created a super quick form to fill out (takes less than 5 minutes) and it would really help me out to collect some answers!

-All answers are anonymous, none of your personnal data will be collected.

-Most of the questions are multiple choice.

-If you're passionate about AO3's website design and possible improvements, don't hesitate to dm me!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

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That’s very Gnarly, Changbin! via daveivan__ (2025.05.28)

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STRAY MENS. D-1 : SEOUL : dominATE world tour

📸: WATERMARKED AND ABUNDANT BLESSINGS TO YOU AND YOURS. AMEN. 🧎🏼‍♀️‍➡️

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'As someone who doesn't take many photos, I'm so glad I took that one…'

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© Rabbicatto🐰🐱 | do not edit and/or crop logo

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Felix… what are we doin here

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STAY, Happy New Year!

I just wanted to wish all of you a happy new year. Since becoming a Stay I've felt more joy and hope than I could possibly have guessed. You guys are such a sweet, smart, caring community. A bunch of pervs too but who isn't I'm really glad to call myself a stay, to wear merch, to share fanfics with you, trade photocards, giggle and kick my feet along with you. I think we can be proud of the community we have, and I believe our boys truly love us all.

So, Stray kids everywhere, all around the world, Happy New Year!

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Not to be dramatic or anything but I need to be open-mouth kissed by Hyunjin immediately.

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This I.N has my heart... like, look at that baby bread <3

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Long-ish fic recs?

Hey Fam, I've just finished darlindev's Kingsguard (Han Jisun x reader) and honestly I think that's the best stray kids fic I've read so far.

Does anyone have good fics to recommend, more on the longer side?

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Fever dream

Hey everyone. I'm down with the sickness. The "I love Han Jisung more than my life" sickness. No but for real, I just wanted to write pure fluff involving a flu-stricken, slightly delirious Hannie. If that sounds like your thing go right ahead!

Fluff. Light mentions of kissing. sick!Han Jisung. Bestfriend!Seo Changbin

"Ha! I win again!" You throw your arms in the air, triumphant. Across the couch, Changbin pretends to throw his controller at your face.

"It's not my fault! You picked the best kart!" he pouts.

You poke him with your foot teasingly. "Okay then, rematch. I'll let you pick any kart you want."

He chickens out faster than lightning, flashing you a defeated smile. "Congratulations on your victory."

You both laugh—loudly. Changbin puts a finger to his lips. "Shhh!"

You hit his bicep. "What? You laughed the loudest!"

"Jisung is still sleeping," he whispers, nodding toward the hallway.

"Oh." Now that you think about it, Changbin did mention his roommate feeling under the weather when he invited you to play Mario Kart. But that was already a few days ago.

"He's still sick?"

"Yeah," Changbin sighs. "Sounds nasty, like the flu or something. I feel bad for him, but he's also being super annoying about it."

You snort. You've known Changbin since childhood. He's a total drama queen most of the time, especially when he's sick. You met Jisung sometime last year, so you can't say for sure, but you have a feeling nobody can be more dramatic than flu-stricken Changbin. Still, a part of you feels slightly... off. Must be a bad flu if he hasn't left his room for days. Shouldn't he go to a clinic? Shouldn't Changbin buy medicine? And why are you so worried about it?

You start a solo round while Changbin scrolls on his phone. Your legs rest on his. It's comfortable, easy. Normal. The perfect opposite to how it feels when Jisung is in the same room as you. Your mind pretends nothing is going on, but your body can't. Everything feels… electric. Every look he gives you makes your heart pump faster, and it ripples through you like waves. Those big, bright brown eyes of his. He has no idea, of course. Twenty-three years of social anxiety taught you how to hide your feelings—especially the ones that make you feel like this. Feelings you don’t quite understand.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Changbin's phone vibrating. "Hello? Oh, hi, Hyung. Yes. Yes. WHAT?!" he shouts.

"Shhhh!" You throw a pillow in his general direction, your eyes focused on a tricky looping.

"Sorry... Yeah. Okay, I'll be there!" He hangs up, looks sheepish for a second, then bursts out laughing when you finally pause your game and turn towards him.

"I forgot my computer at the company."

You roll your eyes. "Changbin..."

"I know, I know. God, how did I leave without it?" he says, standing up and tossing the pillow back at you. "Anyway, I have to go get it. I need to prep for a meeting tomorrow."

You put the controller down. "It's okay, Binnie. We'll have a rematch soon."

You try to get up from the couch, but two big palms push you back down.

"Yup. Right after I come back. Come on, I haven't seen you in weeks. I won't be long. I'll pick up something to eat on the way back, okay?"

"But you take forever when you're alone..." You whine. He does. Changbin is not exactly a pro at solo errands.

"I'll try to be quick. Bye, Y/N!" he says, slamming the front door behind him.

You wince. If Jisung wasn't awake, he definitely is by now. Should you go and apologize? Maybe offer to make some tea? It's not like you miss the sound of his voice or anything. You’re just being polite. You get up slowly, quietly making your way through the hallway to his bedroom door. You stop, let out a shaky breath. Why is your heart already about to explode just from looking at his door?  Your knock is shaky too, a faint sound in the chaos of your thoughts.

"Jisung?"

No answer. You wait a minute. Then two. Then, guided by both curiosity and a bit of worry, you open the door slightly.

The room is dimly lit, but you can distinguish a classic case of sickness-induced disarray. Clothes are scattered on the floor, curtains drawn shut, a hot pack and a pile of syrup bottles layed on the bedside table. It smells like peppermint, camphor, and... him. You spot a head of tousled curls peeking out from the comforter and smile. Quietly, you shut the door behind you and take a few step in.

"Jisung..."

Still no movement from the human-sized squirrel. You clear your throat.

"Hmmpf... Changbin, why are you so loud? You should work at the fish market, not sing," he grumbles, turning away from you in the bed.

"It's me," you whisper, trying hard not to laugh.

He sits up so fast you jump. His hair looks like a bird's nest, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes shine even brighter than usual—probably the fever, you think. He doesn’t look bad, but you suddenly realize he could have been... less presentable. You didn't think this through. Luckily, he's fully dressed in a plain white t-shirt and gray sweatpants.

"Hi." He gulps.

"Hi. I..." You stop, feeling cold all of a sudden. Why did you do this? What did you expect to happen? Not only did you basically trespass into his personal space, but you woke him from what seemed like a deep slumber, and he might not get back to sleep easily. "I... Changbin said you were sick, and I thought... you might need some tea or something," you mumble to your socks.

"Oh. I'm good. Thanks. I'm just so glad you're here."

"What?" you croak, hoping he doesn't notice the heat creeping up your face. If he does, he doesn't show it, plopping back down and pulling the covers up to his chin.

"I was having the worst nightmare. You shook me out of it."

It's impossible to hold his gaze for long, especially when he looks so sleepy and adorable. The flu seems to have dimmed down his shyness, too, which you find weirdly enticing. Jisung is your friend, but your relationship always felt a bit awkward. In a crowd, he could be loud and sassy, but when it was just the two of you, he'd quiet down. His voice would lower, his gaze would soften. Was it because he tried to match your introverted nature? Did he know how often you replayed those moments, alone in your room, over and over?

You swallow hard. As if drawn by a magnet, you step closer until you're sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What was it about? Your nightmare."

His brows furrow as he grabs a pillow and hugs it tight against his chest. "Ah, Y/N, it was awful. This guy I know was trying to teach me 'High and Dry' on the guitar, but I couldn't feel my hands! He made me do it over and over. Ugh, it was the WORST!" His throat barely allows more than a whisper, and he ends up coughing and flailing dramatically, squirming like a worm.

You can't help but laugh at his antics. He glares at you, pouting.

"Sorry, sorry. Who was the guy?"

"Godzilla."

That's it—you lose it. Laughter spills out of you uncontrollably. By the time you compose yourself, your stomach hurts. You glance at him, worried he might feel mocked, but he's grinning ear to ear, giggling softly.

"You're so pretty when you laugh."

What? Did you hear that right? Oh god. This boy is going to be the death of you.

"Jisung... I think your fever's worse than I thought," you mumble, sure your face looks like a traffic light.

"I don't have a fever."

You roll your eyes. Are he and Changbin secretly brothers?

"Right."

Instinctively, your hand reaches for his forehead, checking for heat. Except now you're the one feeling like you’re on fire. Your palm rests on his skin, and you realize you don't want to move it. Ever. You're acutely aware of how close you are—inches—and how he's looking at you with devotion, like you're an angel, a goddess, or a unicorn.

He murmurs something so softly you can't catch it. Reluctantly, you pull your hand away.

"You're burning up." You're not sure if you're talking about him or yourself.

You avert your eyes, searching his bedside table for medicine or anything helpful. Without warning, you feel his hand grab your wrist.

"Don't go."

You turn back to him. He’s wide-eyed, almost scared. His thumb presses lightly against your pulse, and somehow, this feels like the most intimate thing in the world. It sets your whole body alight, and that’s when you realize.

You want him. All of him. His lips, his body, his heart. You want to bury your hands in his hair. You want his tongue on your throat, your name on his lips. You want all of him, and you have since the beginning. Tentatively, you bring a shaky hand to his temple and stroke his cheek lightly. He leans into your touch, practically melting, his head sinking back into the pillow. His grip on your wrist loosens, but he keeps his hand in yours, mirroring the soft circles you trace on his skin.

You don't know what this all means. You'll figure it out later. For now, all you know is this feels like heaven.

"Should I sing for you?" he murmurs after a moment. You chuckle softly.

"You're the patient, Mr. Jisung. If anything, I should be the one singing you to sleep."

"Then please do. Hurry up, I'm dying here," he jokes, though his eyes are already half-closed.

"What should I sing?"

"Not Radiohead."

You smile, watching as his eyes close completely. His hand still holds yours, fingers occasionally brushing over your arm, your wrist, then back to your palm. The tender motion almost makes you want to cry.

You start humming a tune absent-mindedly, your mind focused on capturing every detail of this magical moment, for later. When your song is over, you look at Jisung. He's completely knocked out, lips slightly parted, his breathing deep and steady. You smile, hoping his dreams don’t involve musically gifted lizards.

Maybe, just maybe, they involve you.

A huge crash echoes from the living room, followed by a booming voice.

"HEY! Y/N! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? I BROUGHT CHICKEN!"

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Oh my freaking god it just got better

Help these two pictures were next to each other in my phone gallery I just can't-

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Help these two pictures were next to each other in my phone gallery I just can't-