#🔮bang chan

[moonlightwonie]

Can I please request something with bang chan?

You've been trapped by his presence and he won't let you go and you're losing the spark in your eyes and chan doesn't know what to do.

So he tries to fuck his love unto you.

'Tell me how to make you happy?', 'tell me what I need to do for you to love me'

TW: ANGST & SMUT, NSFW 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️

bf!bangchan x gn reader || word count: 1.3k

angst, crying, dirty talk, spit, choking, kind of toxic tbh (oops) i wrote a lot, so prepare yourself 🫣

꧁ MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE꧂

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ 🔮 ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

you and chan had been dating for a little over a year now, from the moment you two started dating, you had always spent so much time together. whenever you weren’t together it was only because of work or day to day activities, where you absolutely couldn’t be together. he’d always showed you and told you how much he loved you from the beginning, which was a little overwhelming to you at first, but you were still attracted to him and loved being around him. you could tell that he was a special guy, you just needed some time to get comfortable and let yourself fall for him.

as time went on, you just felt the spark kind of dying out, atleast on your end. you loved chan, but whenever it came down to anything intimate, you just weren’t feeling any… electricity; and that really bugged you, because how could you not be sexually attracted to him?? he’s handsome, has a big heart, a wicked sense of humor, and he treated you like a queen. he was a total sweetheart, you were his whole world. his top most priority was making you feel happy and loved. you couldn’t keep going on like this, how could you lead him on any further? you didn’t want to hurt him, you did love him after all, you just weren’t feeling that spark anymore.

once he got home from practice, you were immediately greeted with a big, bright smile and open arms, “heyy, baby!! c’mere, i missed you” he said as you walked over to him and gave him a small hug, which was nothing compared to the giant bear hug he gave you. “chris, we have to talk… it’s important” you muttered as you nervous bit on your lip, averting your gaze to the floor as you tried to calm your nerves.

the cheeriness and joy in his eyes quickly turned to worry and concern, taking your hands in his as he looked at you with a small frown. “w-what is it, y/n? is something wrong?” he’d ask you, making you shake your head and walk him over to the couch. “i don’t know how to say this… but… uh, well…” you’d start saying before looking up into his eyes, seeing the anxiety plastered on his face.

“it’s okay, it’s okay… just.. just say it, love” he muttered softly as he fought some tears in his eyes. because deep down he had a feeling of where this conversation was going. he could feel the difference in how you looked at him, the hesitation whenever he’d go to hold your hand, whenever he kissed you or when you two had sex, everything just felt off.

you sighed softly at his words and shook your head, “i.. chris, you’re such a good guy.. and you have always treated me so so well” you started to say, “but i just… i don’t think i have feelings for you anymore… i love you, just… just not like-“ you were cut off by your boyfriend, “just not what? like a boyfriend?? is that it?” he covered his mouth, tears boiling in his eyes as he tried to form proper sentences through the hurt, “how long have you felt this way? is it something i said or did? is something i didn’t do???”.

“no no no, baby, it’s nothing that you did.. it’s just-“ you went to wipe his tears, but he shook his head and gently pushed your hands away. “is it because of my schedule? i’ll drop everything if it means making you stay.. i’ll do anything for you to stay, absolutely anything for you to love me!! just tell me, y/n, what do i have to do for you to love me??” he asked as he fell to his knees infront of you. “do i not please you good enough? b-because i can do better, yeah.. i can be better for you and make you feel good, is that what you want, baby??” he asked eagerly as he bit his lip whilst looking into your eyes, tears filled in his own as he gently caressed your knees, “please?”.

fuck. you had no words. god, you hated yourself for this. you had this precious man literally crying on his knees, begging for you to love him. why couldn’t you just be normal and fall for him? fuck. you hated it whenever chan would cry, especially knowing it was because of you. “chris, it’s not that easy.. it’s not like that” you’d tell him as you wiped away his tears, “well can’t i atleast try? do you know how much this kills me? i just want you to love me” he sniffled whilst tilting his head, “please, please let me show you how much i love you? maybe i can make you love me, one way or another, i don’t care”.

you sighed heavily before nodding and caving into his words, sniffling at your own tears as you looked down into his eyes. “o-okay, channie… just please don’t cry” you said before you were interrupted by a sudden kiss to your lips. he cupped your face and pulled you in closer, kissing you deeply as he began untying his sweatpants. you had to admit, you didn’t mind having sex with him, you just didn’t feel the emotional elements of it with him… or maybe just not as deeply as him.

one thing lead to another, the two of you had been lying on the same couch you’d both been crying on, feeling him split you open with his cock and hold your hips in place. you couldn’t help but moan and mutter his name, he’d been making you feel so good, after all. “y-ya like that, baby? does.. hmm, does that feel good?” he’d asked you as he leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck, “do you see how much i love you? how much i’m willing to prove my love for you?” he muttered against your salty skin. you didn’t know what to say, you had already been feeling all fucked out AND he was making you feel good, but you still felt so guilty, because you knew this wouldn’t change anything, and yet here you were letting him use your body like this.

“tell me you love me, baby.. p-please? please just tell me once?” he begged as he looked deep into your eyes, making you sigh and throw your head back, “i… i.. i can’t” you said through your moans, feeling a pit in your stomach as you cursed yourself. “w-what?” he asked with wide eyes, slowing down his movements as he looked into your eyes. “just tell me what i have to do to make you happy… tell me what the fuck i need to do in order to make you love me, y/n?” he said as he unintentionally tightened his grip on your hips, feeling frustrated.

as strange as it may sound, you rarely ever heard him swear, so it you found it a little hot when you heard him say ‘fuck’ and hold your hips so mean. you felt a little tickle in your stomach as you bit your lip. you were so used to your boyfriend being so gentle with you and being afraid to hurt you, but right now all you wanted was him to take out his hurt and stress onto you and manhandle you. “can you.. b-be a little rougher? i can take it.. just don’t be gentle” you said softly as you felt your cheeks heat up, “i’ll use the safeword if i want you to stop”.

chan was taken a little aback by what you had asked of him. he was certainly surprised, but lord knows he’d do absolutely anything to make you happy and to love him, so he did just as you asked. he picked up the pace of his movements and began pounding in and out of you at an almost animalistic rate whilst you wore his hand around your neck like the prettiest choker you’d ever worn. “do you like being treated like a filthy whore, baby? is that all it takes for you?” he snarled at you as he forced your mouth open and spit into it. he grinned widely when he seen your eyes light up.

you couldn’t contain yourself, you were tugging at his wavy locks and screaming so loud for him, he’d never made you feel this good before- no one had. “d-don’t stop… please, daddy” you begged him desperately, the nickname you referred to him as only encouraged him to go harder, “feels so good”. not too long after, you both finally finished and rode out your highs. shit, you were seeing stars and could barely think straight. but one thing was for sure, not being treated like you were something fragile for once made you feel something, for sure. who knew all it took was for your boyfriend to treat you like a whore every now and then? <3333

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i hope you enjoyed that, i apologize if that wasn’t you had in mind! i hope you guys liked it hehe<333

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[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

i've been having a *rough* time recently, so what are your thoughts on comfort sex with chan? i feel like he'd be super super sweet with lots of praise and lil kisses ~🔮

aww honey i’m sorry you’re struggling :( chan would def be extra gentle and attentive. all the kisses and praise. he’d tell you how beautiful and amazing you are and he’d absolutely spoil you. don’t even think of trying to return any favors, he wants to dote on you and won’t have you lift a finger.

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[hwan-g]

LAVENDER GIRL 🔮 hwang hyunjin.

pair. successor! hyunjin x fem! reader | genre. friends with benefits, soulmates, multiple partners, angst, smut | warnings. profanity, alcohol consumption, smoking, anger issues, manipulation, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected intercourse, threesome, oral sex, underage drinking, flawed characters | word count. 6.9k | prequel to put me in a movie but can be read as standalone.

synopsis. before bang chan, there’d been hyunjin. deranged, tatted up, borderline alcoholic hwang hyunjin, and his obsession with you. your angel doll, always and forever.

You weren’t always together.

But even before, you think, there was this conjointness; a neediness of sorts, a darkness you found in each other and recognized it for what it was early on, plucked it from its roots and held it in your hands, smiling secretly, giddily, eyes locked, barely fifteen years of age.

It started with sneaking whiskey from the wide selection of his dad’s cupboard and into Hyunjin’s room. Smoking cigarettes in the dead of winter, windows open, huddled together, warmth in the closeness of your bodies. Thin strips of iridescent paper that melted on your tongues, glitter on both your cheeks at a party neither of you should be allowed anywhere near. And then, finally, the exploring of hands, legs tangled under fuzzy blankets in your bed during a sleepover, lines that curved and bent, cavernous places with adult names—all giggles for you. Nothing serious, nothing to fret about, even as your mother finds you cuddling the next morning, and threatens to call Hyunjin’s father.

There is that one thing that makes your friend go cold all over, makes him drop you from his lean arms at once, and gather his clothes silently, leaving your makeshift fort, no word, no goodbye. Every single time. The mention of his family. Rich, self-made millionaires with their private schools, and the habit of treating their son like a chess piece in their grand scheme for unlimited power. They take him from you just before the first year of high school starts, a school among mountains, isolated from everyone.

From you. His enabler. His matchstick.

“Tell me your deepest, darkest secret, lavender girl,” the night before he was sent off.

His hair is long, and black. His eyes eternally sad, his limbs growing taller, stealthier. Your partner in crime, your best, most valuable friend—gone. You hug him tighter. He won’t let go of you until he absolutely has to, until the first rays of sun rise in the sky, the train reaching the station, everyone looking for him, the successor, the investment, despite knowing where he’ll be. Where he’ll always return to.

“I’ll wait for you,” you say, but different words burn in your throat. Words you’ll never say, even years later.

And Hyunjin smiles, because he knows. Because he won’t say them, either. “You won’t.”

“I will,” you insist, burying your face deeper in his embrace. “I’ll never be separated from you, not really.”

He looks down at you, already forming into something else, already changing, preparing for the blow, the death. He truly will go, and it won’t seem to settle in you, it just can’t. Not when he’s staring at you like that, not when his lips are so close, the one line you haven’t crossed. An ongoing joke between the two of you, though there’s nothing funny about it. Nothing funny about the fire in his chest, the way it burns everything in him. Even then.

“And when I call, you’ll come,” he asks, but it’s a statement, and the light swimming in his eyes is overwhelming, it’s tearing at you.

The only boy that ever mattered.

“When you call, I’ll come,” you repeat, and his hands reach for your cheeks, like he’ll do it, like he’ll finally break the spell, lift the curse, and you lean into him, waiting, hoping, but then he just—

Pulls away, gets up. He never truly has the chance again.

“You wanna know mine?” he whispers in your ear in front of the car that will take him away until you recognize not one part of him. “You haunt me in ways I cannot haunt you.” A kiss on your forehead, a lingering hand on your waist.

He never writes. But he does, eventually, call.

The boy in the picture is not Hyunjin. Not at first.

He stands tall, so much taller than when he left you, and his gaze is closed off, serious. The medium length hair has been replaced with a choppy ash blonde cut, short in the front, longer in the back. An inked design is creeping up his neck from under his white button down, something you can’t decipher. But it’s the way he stands among the rest of the boys, the sheer weight of his name so evident now, where once it was nothing but a faraway nightmare. It loops through him and hangs over everyone, it’s so clear in their stance. It hurts to witness the distance they keep from him; afraid, intimidated. Envious.

His mother pulls the picture away from your view, as she clears her throat and changes the subject upon noticing your gloomy expression. “His graduation picture,” she said, but all you see is a death sentence waiting to be executed.

Your angel doll, nowhere to be found. And you, a changed girl, not quite the same without him. Wilder, untamed. Three boyfriends in, countless fuckups and an almost disownment. You wouldn’t need any of them if Hyunjin would just come back, you kept telling yourself. You were never sure why.

“Why ‘lavender girl’?” you’d wondered once, seemingly centuries ago.

The sharpness of him shocked you everytime, the bluntness of his truth, the easiness in which he carried himself. The fluidity of a dancer, the intensity of the dance.

“Because you’re devoted to me.”

You’d scoffed, pretended offense. “You sound sure of it.”

Those slits for eyes were clear, certain as they bore into yours. “Give me a reason not to be.”

You never did. He was right, of course. He’s been there since you were born, but the realization didn’t hit until the early years of adolescence, and once the burning starts, it won’t end until there’s nothing left for it. Fire is fire. In the same way, you will always be pulled towards him, as a wave, as a shore. A constant, a current—it’s all the same in what you are. Yet, it’d been three years and he hadn’t called once. You didn’t think you could forgive that. (Even after all that time, younger ‘you’ makes you laugh, shake your head in pure amusement. You couldn’t yet understand what it meant holding up a mirror and seeing yourself stare back. You didn’t have the ability to not feel like the only person in the room, and in the same way not notice your own shadow trailing behind you. It was Hyunjin, that was all those things. An extension of, a reflection.)

(It wouldn’t be until college that it’d finally click. And those would be Dionysian years; years that would stretch over your mid twenties and then finally into your first real relationships.)

The day is barely turning into night when the phone rings. A lapse in time difference, and your mother makes sure he knows that. You strip her of the receiver and press it into your ear, listening to his steady breathing over the line. It feels like you’re holding your own breath, bracing for impact, letting the outer change of him infect the inner workings of his heart.

Truth was, nothing had changed. Not when it concerns you.

“My lavender girl.”

“Angel doll,” you exhale, breaking into an inevitable toothy grin. “I’m mad at you!”

You can almost picture him smirking, those eyes twinkling. “I’m sure you are, darling.”

“When are you coming home?”

“Soon, you impatient girl. I heard you got into your first choice. Congratulations.”

You can’t help the proud swell of your chest. Hyunjin was, after all, an excellent student throughout the school years. An example you couldn’t help follow after.

“I heard you’re into tattoos now,” you retort cheekily.

“You can say that,” a ghost of a smile in his words.

And you really can’t stop what comes after. Because you’ve waited too long to say it, because it’s haunted your dreams for months, only to be confirmed through a fucking photograph. Your oldest friend, your only friend. You turn away from your mother, a sign for privacy, of secrets.

“You’ve been hurting, haven’t you?” Barely a whisper.

It’s in his silence. The way it blankets over everything.

“Tell me your deepest, darkest secret, angel doll. I worry about you,” like all those times before.

“My own words against me,” and he chuckles, and it’s miserable, and you can hear the sound of a lighter, of an inhale. “When I call, you’ll come.”

“Of course.” In a heartbeat. Your promise.

“This is the only way I can have you, (Y/N). Please worry about me. I miss you.”

He hangs up before he can hear your reply. It hovers in the middle of the call, through the cable, to wherever he is. You stand there until your mom calls for you, and even as you move it moves with you. Always the joke, always the thing left unsaid. You carry it like gold in your pocket, to be used later. 

There’s more ink than you expected.

It covers parts of his forearms, behind his ear, half of his neck, and you pull him in your room for an extensive search, unbutton his shirt as he stands still, quiet, and watches you undress him—it’s on his ribs, over his heart, you turn him around, shoulder blades, his nape. Your fingers go over the intricate lines, the absence of shadows; tree branches connect from the neck over his shoulder to his back, withering flowers hanging limply off them. On his arms, thorns dig into skin, wrapping around it like shackles, like handcuffs. But the one on his chest, that one makes it hard for you to breathe, makes you drop your hands, bite into your lip to keep from crying.

Because it’s so different, so delicate amidst the bleeding and chaos on the rest of his body. A cut of lavender positioned vertically on the left side of his chest, the only design in color, the greens and purples pastel enough to miss them. You notice, because it matters.

This is a declaration, loud and clear, and not just to you. (That will always be the hardest part.) This is for everyone that will ever see him like this, for everyone that will ask, but likely won’t get a straight answer. The question sets aflame your shaking eyes.

Hyunjin remains still, his full lips glossy with spit, jaw clenched, the only thing betraying him, what he’s feeling. To get him alone in your childhood room, the memories and the same wall colors as so many years ago—he never thought he’d be there again. With you. 

You.

His head falls on your shoulder, almost in a sigh. You hold him, half naked as he is, as you made him, and you listen to his heart, the beat of it, so similar to yours. How to handle a separation—there was no such thing. It all falls back in place, as it was. He’ll be with you from now on, a shadow returning to its owner.

“What have you done,” you mumble.

“Let me,” he mutters on your skin. “Let me pretend.”

“This won’t just wash off, angel doll,” and it’s sad, it is, “Your heart.”

It’s then that he breaks the illusion. Where his lips brush over yours, and his hands guide you to the familiar mattress. Only a mere lifting of your dress, a tug on the dainty piece of fabric. You hold your breath, and look at the door. Hyunjin cups your chin and forces your eyes on him. When he enters you, you question every silly rule you put between you; every fucking missed chance, every second spent together hauled up in closets, hiding from anyone that dared to break you apart.

“Your heart,” he tells you, and you’re one. One.

He fucks you with a hand over your mouth, a murder with no weapon, hunched over you like the back of a knife, harmless in its end, and you don’t fight it, not like the other times. There are no giggles now, no laughing—he’s taking something from you, something that belongs to him, has belonged to him, and he makes sure you know. Hyunjin won’t kiss your lips, he never does, but he kisses your eyelids, your hair, your neck. All the places he’s dreamt of while being away.

When he comes inside your cunt, it’s a belongingness as well. Close enough to slip a part of him in between your cracks, but never his. Always the distinct line of otherness, of trying to hold water.

“The haunted,” he cradles you as you finally let everything out.

After this, you’ll always be together, never apart. Never. Never never never—

(Until Bang Chan. Until Lee Felix.)

“The hunter,” you finish, smiling through your tears.

He smiles back, tasting every single one. Your old Hyunjin wrapped in the new, the layers beautiful in their unfolding. You’re the only person that will ever know the whole truth about him. 

“So, onto university now, is it, sweetheart?” He holds out his hand.

You intertwine your fingers in his, nodding.

“Never leave me.”

“Would not survive it a second time, angel.”

Still, no mention of the siren going off in your chests. The words cutting your throats open like a sword.

It’s there that the thing between you announces a game. A challenge, an open invitation to whomever was strong enough to try and get one or the other. An impossible task for Angel Doll and his Lavender Girl.

Everyone on campus thought you a couple already. It wasn’t until rumors started spreading about you ‘cheating’ on Hyunjin, and then him ‘cheating’ back, over and over and over, that people understood the nature of the relationship. Open, yes, but also—nonexistent. There had been no discussion of wavering feelings or breaking it off, simply because that was unimaginable. Whatever the case was, at night the two of you always slept in the same bed, naked after hours of diving into each other.

A concept hard to wrap around one’s mind. And yet your partners never seemed to care until it was too late. Until it had to become this whole entire situation that needed resolving, and more often than not—Hyunjin had to beat some poor boy’s ass for disrespecting not only you, but what you two had. Being called a slut just couldn’t seem to get past him. And he loved starting some shit.

You never mentioned his habits again, and everyone else seemed to treat it as a personality trait, a quirk that made him stand out, that made him the undeniable ‘king of beer pong.’ To you, it was a parasite that was eating him alive. Ever the overachiever, he never let the effects show, the withdrawals rock. Four years of it, and not one person ever saw it for what it was.

It was boyfriend number four that had it the worst.

“It’s pathetic,” Hyunjin would snarl in your face, half naked, a storm gathering in the corners of your dorm room. “He’s so serious about you!”

You would be proud. You would cry, and you’d get offended easily. Only because it mattered—what he thought about any part of your life mattered. You loved him the most. You loved him the best.

“And that’s a bad thing?” He’d wipe your tears away, and look at you with a broken expression, lavender stem over his heart. Always. “For once, someone actually wants to show me off, and it’s a bad thing?”

Pisces Sun eyes melted at your tone. He didn’t mean it like that. He never meant to hurt you, to make you feel less than. You were everything to him—and it was exactly that, that kept him green green green; jealousy was growing over the thorns on his arms, seeping through his skin, infecting his organs, his bloodstream—

He couldn’t have you for real. He never would. In the same way, he wanted no one else for you. His lavender girl belonged in a field, to be looked at, to be admired, yes, fuck—but never to be touched. Anything but that. What he’s trying to say… you have his heart. He can’t possibly ever lose you.

“What do you need their attention for?” He asks in a boy voice. Defeated. Childish in his adult body, with the long limbs and the long fingers and all the ways you make him feel. “You don’t need them, baby. You have me,” and when he pulls you to him, was there ever really a fight to begin with? “You have me.”

All of him. He lets you know, let’s you feel it, as he lays you down on the full bed you’ve shared since your first semester, the exception to the rule, because he’s a ‘Hwang’, and he gets whatever he wants, no matter the way, no matter what. It’s a strange thing to witness him abusing this newfound power, when he was once so against it, so different from it.

But he merely taught himself how to manipulate it, without letting it affect his character. An admirable thing for such a popular person, the students of the school his father funds would say. And he chose you, the girls would whisper. Why?

As he licks between your legs, those intense eyes looking up at your face, leftover glitter on his cheeks from the third Halloween party this week, you think you can answer now. You’re twin flames. A single soul split in half, mirroring each other. You cannot escape, as much as you can’t stay together. There will be a point where you’ll meet someone else. Where he will too. And it will be life changing, brain rewiring—it will be necessary. But the connection, it’ll never get lost. 

Not as long as you’re both alive.

“Tell me you’re mine,” as his fingers bury themselves in your wet cunt, as he watches your back arch for him. “God, I can’t hold enough of you, my pretty girl. I can’t have enough of you, sweetheart.”

“Let me…let me lose myself in you again.”

And he does. Every time his cock enters you, there’s a completeness you can’t find anywhere else, not even with your own blood family. He’s made of something entirely yours, a part of you in another, and you don’t have arms long enough to wrap all around, to swallow him into you, your angel doll, your heart.

Yet, rules are rules. He never owns your mouth, only your breath. Hyunjin moans as he bottoms out, as he starts fucking into you the way he only can, his grunts filling your lungs, paralyzing your brain. He wants to, there’s tears in his gingerbread eyes, he wants to, he fucking wants to, Jesus; he wishes and dreams and begs and pleads and prays for your lips, for one kiss, for the holiest touch—but he’s turned away every time. Lines that even he cannot cross.

But others can. Others have free access to you so easily, so inattentively, those greedy guys and their dirty hands all over his lavender girl, all over his girl, and it doesn’t feel so much as a game now, it’s a full fledged out war, and he’s carrying a double edged sword, he knows, because he, too, gives himself away to meaningless people and one night stands, so in a way he’s covered in sin, covered in slime, and does not deserve you, not one bit of you.

But that doesn’t matter either. Because it’s not about deserving. It’s about the cross he carries on his back, the pain in his chest, the thorns that dig, the branches that poke and tug, the wilting of his entire self without you. Those years away shaped a tough exterior out of what he previously was, out of what you’d made, and the big hole where you should be only grew bigger. Hyunjin placed you on top of his heart, because it’s the one thing that just has to keep fucking beating in order to come back to you every single time.

A war. With himself.

As if you heard him, your palm presses on the tattoo, eyes glazed, fucked out, and all thoughts turn into static noise. Nothing is real yet everything comes into focus with you. He curses the day when he’s going to have to share you. The asshole that took you out three fucking times certainly is not gonna be the one. He’ll make sure of it.

“You must let me find you,” he whispers in your hair, emptying himself inside of you, shuddering. “Every time. Do you hear me?”

“He’s staying,” you mumble stubbornly in his arms, but your sweat is his sweat, and there’s no room for a third person in this. Not yet.

“He won’t,” he soothes you. “He’s not the one for you, sweetheart.”

“You don’t know that.”

A ghost of a smile. His lips pressed against the side of your head.

“I’m sure of it. I know what you need, lavender girl. Air, sunlight. Water.”

Your fist comes into contact with his collarbone. Hyunjin laughs, a breathy thing. You laugh too.

“Just another flower in your stupid garden,” you joke, but it’s not funny.

He stills, expression solemn. His fingers pass over your eyes, closing them in the process, and you inhale sharply. He brings his face close to your lips once again, pretending, always pretending that he’s going to do it, but all he really does—

“The only flower. My most precious one. My heart tree.”

My body is nothing but an extension of yours. I painted it as I see you. Use it as you like. Kill me if you must. It was all for you, anyway.

In simple words— I love you.

Hyunjin was born for the arts.

It was a suppressed talent, but one he indulged in when he could nevertheless. He followed you to the university of your choice, humored himself into a major he’ll never actually have a real future in, and raised a big middle finger to the private school in England and his last name.

He liked painting, but dancing—it flowed through him, moved him, it was a possessive thing. He loved dancing, is what he’s trying to say, perhaps in a similar way to how he loved you—inevitably, all consumingly.

He adored it even more when you danced with him. When he danced for you. Your body on his, swinging to the rhythm of whatever song would be playing at the parties you frequented, reminiscent of the way he fucks you, of how you fit together. There was one song in particular that became a tradition for the two of you.

Maneater by Nelly Furtado. Sophomore year, Halloween Day. You helped him put on blue eyeshadow, and you had an outrageously orange colored dress on, cosplaying as a famous rockstar couple from the seventies. His hair was longer again, the faded blonde appearing almost dark silver under certain lighting. Hyunjin always looked ethereal, but that day? All the glitter and flare spoke of magic, witchcraft beyond your usual pointy hat and swish and flick of a wand.

Somehow, somewhere, Hwang Hyunjin had been conjured up. And you were the lucky one that got to witness him in all his glory and charm, both as before and after. Prior to the two of you walking through the doors of what would be another season of unhinged fraternity parties, he held you close, semi naked chest touching yours, silk shirt feeling cool against your cleavage, and he threw you a dashing smile, the happiest he’s ever looked.

The drunkest he’s ever been.

“Marry me.”

You blinked. Then giggled, attempting to push him away so you could enter the house. His arms wrapped tighter around you, smile widening, pearly white teeth showing. There’s no way he’s serious, but despite the light tone, his eyes are dead set on you, and you very much don’t feel like giggling anymore.

Boyfriend number four didn’t make it, but potential boyfriend number five was in there, waiting for you to show up. This was no time for declarations of marriage. Panic bubbled in your throat.

“You’re—you’re not serious,” you stutter, dumbfounded.

“He’s not the one either,” he says, and his full pink lips look so inviting, so soft the more you stare at them. “Baby, you’re so beautiful, but so fucking desperate for love. You’re my girl, aren’t you?”

You wonder what would happen if you broke the rule. What fate would await you knowing how he tasted. You’d probably say yes, completely drunk on him. You’d probably throw away your entire life and follow him anywhere.

No.

“Say you don’t belong with me.”

You push him away for real this time. He stumbles back, but his smile never drops. He expected this reaction, can read you like the back of his hand. And the proposal—an intangible thing. Angel Doll and Lavender Girl. The magic would fall apart like Cinderella’s pumpkin carriage. You simply cannot afford to lose him if it doesn’t go well, if one of the two fucks up unfathomably bad.

Having no title leaves room for mistakes. You can fight about it, then fuck, and it’s forgotten by the second orgasm. But a relationship? Marriage at that? You’d kill each other, you’d die.

No.

“You can’t,” he continues, and he’s shining so bright it’s hard for you to stay mad. To push away and stay away.

You feel like crying, you feel like doing something very stupid—like go in that house and fuck that poor boy’s brains out. Obviously. Pointedly. Hyunjin would get jealous, drink some more, work himself into a sour mood, then fuck off to bury himself in the first person he sees. That’s how it usually went when he cornered you like that.

He regretted it immensely. He ran away. As did you.

Then he searched you out, and brought you home. Showed you why. Called himself your victim. You think you’re as much a victim as he is.

“You’re drunk,” you say, nearing him. “Give me until graduation.”

He shook his head, tugging at the ends of his soft hair, chuckling maniacally, like a crazy man. He was as panicked as you were; you were not supposed to know about this—his wants, his truths. His love. You’d become so good at the dance; the twirling, the hand over hand over hand, that the spilling was incomprehensible, the consequences incalculable.

“You’ll have found him by then,” he explains, and finally meets your gaze, a sad smile quivering on his plump lips. “I‘ll become an afterthought, a background character.”

“You won’t, you can’t!” You take his face in your hands, smudging birthday cake glitter everywhere, and you see stars. Galaxies, nebula’s. Your angel doll is not a man suddenly, but instead an entire universe. And you’re able to hold something like that. It’s never going to make any sense. “You’re imprinted on me, Hyun. Wherever I go, you follow. I’ll let you, okay? Stop crying, I’m not lying, I promise, are you listening?”

But he’s lost in his thoughts and fears, and nightmares again. You must look silly standing right outside a costume party, fighting to cling onto each other for dear life.

“I will too,” he mutters, nose running, sparkly tears. “I’ll fucking—I’ll find someone else, but they won’t be you, and I won’t know how to be with them, and it’s all fucked, darling, isn’t it, it’s—

���Marry me before that happens, angel. I’ve no idea how to be without you. Please.” His eyes are wide.

You stare at him and he stares at you, and you’re both saying the same thing without saying it at all, and that’s an answer all on its own.

“That’s not us,” you remind him softly. “I’m not leaving you behind, angel doll. You’re coming with me. Till death.”

And he’s terrified. He’s scared, and he’s been drinking for two days straight, has smoked more cigarettes than he can count or remember, all for it to come down to the same old conclusion. Unable to be together, but inseparable. (It will sting less later, but for now it’s an open heart surgery wound the size of two of your fists.)

He hugs you until you can’t breathe, and then pulls you into the house, where he delivers you to your plaything for the month, and heads for the kitchen to find the one thing that can numb it all away. If he sees the way you hold onto that beast of a guy, Ivy League scholarship, football star in the making, he holds back. It’s futile anyway. He has no way of stopping it.

Instead, he goes on a little hunt of his own. He likes to call this revenge, but really it’s punishment.

For him.

He eases you into your first threesome during spring break.

The guy is familiar to you, you’ve seen him around, but can’t really think of a name, or a major. Maybe from a party? It doesn’t register until much later that he’s Hyunjin’s fucktoy from freshman year, and for some reason you can barely stand, it makes you sick to your stomach—

Because this kickstarts the beginning of the end. He’s showing you how it’s going to be from now on.

“She likes it rough,” he informs the black-haired boy standing between your legs. Then he leans into his neck, and whispers, “Like me.”

He doesn’t mention how you only learned to take it that way, because it was the way he taught you. And you loved it—the flesh-eating need to have someone disassemble you and put it all back together, to have someone’s cock (his cock, it’ll always be his first) (until Bang Chan) buried so deep in your pussy you feel him all the way in your stomach. The feeling is indescribable, every.single. time.

“You’re okay with this?” The cute guy asks you, but you’ve never taken your eyes off Hyunjin. He hasn’t either.

“Yes.”

“I’m Felix, beautiful,” he tells you, dropping to his knees and hooking his arms around the backs of your knees, sliding you close to his face. “I’ve heard all about you.”

He found them first. Your hand shoots out for your angel doll, and he grabs it without thinking. He’s there, as promised, guiding you through your first orgasm with someone that’ll end up being the love of his life. He’s shaking, and he’s caressing your hair like he’s going through unbearable agony. Perhaps he is, as you cry out and moan another man’s name for his ears to hear.

“Shove another finger in her, see how she cums for you.”

And you do. Again and again and again…

By the time Felix is done with you, Hyunjin is unzipping his jeans and getting on top of you, his mouth leaving butterfly kisses from your neck down to your breast, to your navel, on your swollen clit. You don’t dare open your eyes; you hold his hand tight, and fall into the feeling of his weight, of his hips, of his length pushing past your folds.

“Fuck,” he grunts, and it’s the sexiest sound you’ll ever hear. “You’re just for me, sweetheart. It’s always going to feel this fucking good with you.”

You don’t see it, but Felix gets behind Hyunjin and slips right into him. Your doll collapses against your collarbone, muttering, moaning, baby… fuck, let me die here, let me die between the two of you…

His thrusts find a rhythm, as your voices all blend together, strings of filthy words bringing you closer to your release. You’ve never watched Hyunjin get fucked before, he’s usually so dominant with you, but you think you prefer him this way more. Surrendered, half mad, leaking inside you, his beautiful face twisted with pleasure and pain—a painting of pure ecstasy.

Felix grabs your boy by the neck and twists his head so he can kiss him flat on the mouth. Something stirs inside you, but it’s not jealousy. They look so in tune, move so well together that it’s hard to hate them. It feels like the point over the horizon where the sun and the moon meet—there’s a certain flowing between them and it runs like water, parts like the Red Sea.

“I think your girl wants a kiss,” the black-haired boy pants as he catches you looking. He slows his thrusts, takes his time with the two of you.

“We don’t kiss,” you and Hyunjin reply at the same time, and then giggle, eyes bright.

It all soon turns into deep mutters and moaning again, and you come the moment he hits something inside you, reaching so incredibly deep he has you seeing black spots, has you shaking. You hold him close as he reaches his release, a couple minutes after you, and Felix winks at you, kisses your angel doll’s back and gets off so you can stretch.

The three of you lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, made up of nothing but breaths and sweat. You can smell the sex in the air, feel Hyunjin’s fingers play with the stickiness between your legs. You rub your thighs together, wanting his touch on you again. Always, perhaps.

“You’ve never kissed?” Felix asks, but he’s not being nosy. He seems genuinely interested in the fact.

“Never,” you reply, and Hyunjin intertwines your hands on the cotton sheets. “Are you planning on sticking around?”

A moment passes. Then, “Yes.”

Your mouth curves. “Then you’ll find out why.”

Hyunjin laughs, brings your hands up to his lips and kisses the back of yours. “This is my lavender girl, Lix. You’re gonna love her.”

Your little arrangement continues until well into your third year. Hyunjin had cut back on the alcohol but was smoking like a chimney in winter. Felix did a lot of good, brought a lot of light anywhere he stood, to everything he touched.

And you liked him quite a bit. He kept your favorite boy occupied and silenced the voices in his head, something no one except you could do. They were clearly in love, clearly enamored with each other. Nothing mattered outside your little circle, and it felt the same way for you, as well. Until Hyunjin came to your room crying one night in December, with a bloody nose and a broken heart, locking the door hurriedly, begging to let him inside you.

You closed your book, jumped out of your shared bed, and ran to him. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“He slept with someone else, he doesn’t understand, darling, he doesn’t get us…” he muttered on your cheek miserably, resting against you, arms clinging onto you.

You rubbed soothing circles on his back, let his tears calm down to a soft sniffling before you questioned him. You’d learned long ago to be gentle with him when he’d get like this; your angel doll did not handle life well, rejection even worse.

“Is it exclusive?” you ask softly. “What you two have… did he know?”

When he ignores the question, you know it isn’t. But Hyunjin is hurt, stubborn and possessive and he will never share, not unless he approves first. It doesn’t work for everyone, but it works for him and he’s never cared. With you it’s out of the question. The unfairness is lost to you, but you’re certain that it should feel wrong, that he should probably let you go, too.

“Why would he do that to me? I love him.”

You’re jealous then. Ever since you snuck booze in your room and painted purple eyeshadow on each other’s lids, you’ve never uttered the three words once, not even as a joke, as a whisper, as a mouthed forbidden curse—but Felix gets to have it just.like.that? Spilled out like a murder scene between you? Your killer is pressing kisses on your collarbone, tears mixed with saliva, and you feel him all over you, all the times you’ve let him imprint what he cannot say, his seed still inside you from the last time you fucked, his sweet voice calling you ‘pretty darling,’ ‘beautiful lavender girl,’ all of it, does it even matter now?

He can love another, but could never tell you, his open field, his summer breeze, love betrayed, recycled—

Your hands stop him, push on his chest, your own stomach turning. Your eyes can’t possibly meet his. Hyunjin breaks apart in front of you, but you don’t think you can save him from himself this time. Not tonight.

“If I don’t say this now, I will be killing my own heart, angel doll…” you whisper, and there’s a ball of something in your throat, it’s choking you, it’s crushing your skull. “Have you ever loved me—”

It’s within a split second that he smacks his hand on top of your mouth and presses his own on top of it. His arm is digging on your lower back, and you can feel his erection against your thigh, hard through his baggy jeans, always hard for you, and needy, so needy, so ready, and how can you be so stupid, so silly? He is not himself when he’s not with you. He only hopes you feel the same way.

He kisses you like that as if he were kissing your lips, and your wet cheeks touch his, your voice breaks trying to whisper his name, his own hushes you, brings you closer. The one thing you swore you’d never do.

“Are you leaving me? Is that what this is?” you ask, desperately trying to catch your breath, hear over the rushing of your blood.

Hyunjin laughs, fully removes his hand from your jaw, instead rubbing your cheeks, caressing your hair, pulling at the ends, looking at you with the gingerbread eyes, the honey eyes, the ones you can’t resist, don’t ever try to. 

“Silly girl,” he scolds you fondly, his mouth curving, the red lips sore, and he appears much like the moon to you now. “I apologize. What would ever become of me if I didn’t have you? If I never met you?”

When he truly smiles, through the tears, through the pain, you can’t help but to smile back. The game is back on, the walls rebuilt themselves, but it’s not quite pretending. Not anymore.

“You’d be miserable without me, angel doll,” you pout, giggling as he tickles your sides, sparkling as he throws you on the bed and has his way with you.

“I’d be miserable,” he confirms, kissing down your breast. “I’d be dead. But you understand why I have to love him, don’t you?”

Your eyes meet. “He’s the sun,” barely audible.

His hands fumble, the sound of a zipper, his cold hands lifting your dress. “He’ll look over my lavender field,” his pulsing cock pushing against your entrance, “my sweet girl.”

Hyunjin fucks you like he’s going to lose you, slow, hips grinding into you like he’s trying to leave a piece of himself inside you, where you can never find it, never remove it. He looks beautiful in all the ways he isn’t saying it, in all the ways he means it. Your arms wrap around him, and you fall, deeper, further, for all eternity.

As promised.

It’s in your senior year that you understand why you had to wait.

Bang Chan is older, he’s a film graduate, he’s Felix’s best friend from Australia. His accent is thick, his hair is curly, and his hands are surprisingly rough.

He takes you against the dormitory building at four in the morning, after drinks and a round of bowling. And it’s different, it’s intense—somehow you know exactly what to do, he moves just as you like it, you never bump, it’s overwhelming, it’s fucking amazing. He’s the best kisser you’ve ever had, his mouth tasted like mint and his cologne smelled of tobacco and vanilla, a mix you’ve never seen on anyone else, and somehow he’s just for you, this man with the irresistible smile and sculpted face.

You trace his eyebrows, kiss his jaw. He never shudders, like your angel doll, but instead—he grunts, he growls. You come on his dick three times on your first date, and he brings you over to his place every night after that, for a month straight. Hyunjin distances himself, lets you explore the new world, lets you get to know, but you always see him in your room when you tiptoe around a space you’ve called home for four years, like a thief.

He pretends to be asleep as you grab clothes; sees you choose which panties Chan would like best, what perfume would drive him crazy, if you should do velvet or silk—he gets jealous, but never angry. He chose this man for you, saw how he folds when you look at him, how he’d crumble into dust if you ever broke it off.

They made an agreement, the two. They’d share you as long as they were both allowed to love you. Hyunjin never said it, of course. But only a fool would miss it—

The way he burns and is reborn every time you blink, the stem over his heart, his only calling.

One rare day the Aussie is off working on his many projects, you take Hyunjin’s hand and together you sit under the big oak tree, in the middle of campus, you with your book, him with his sketchbooks and pencils.

“Tell me your deepest, darkest secret, lavender girl,” he mumbles against your exposed belly, and you giggle.

You can see the branches through his thin white tank top. Your heart. “I love him, angel doll,” you say, confidently.

His eyes are the moon again, his lips cherry blossom. His hair is getting longer. 

Like sunlight, Felix morphs behind him, waving, beaming down.

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[feelbokkie]

🔮How he would react to you being a witch🔮

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: fluff, witch au, slight crack

pov: 2nd person

description: you're a witch and this is how each skz would react (gifs have nothing to do with the writing)

pairing: bf!skz x gn!witch!reader

warnings: witchcraft(?), let me know if I missed anything

word count: 1,410

©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

방 찬 (Bang Chan)

Will be behind it 100%

Will let you kick him out of his studio so you can cleanse the space

You taught him how to meditate so he does it whenever he has a massive block

If meditation doesn’t work, he’ll ask for your help

His desk is covered in crystals and spell jars that you made for him

Will play you a new song and ask if Apollo approves even if Apollo isn’t your deity

It got to the point where you made him a small alter of Apollo in the studio

You even taught him how to read the flame of a candle

Loves being around you, even if it’s in silence so he keeps some of your supplies in his studio

So you two can work together in relative silence

When he needs a break he’ll offer taking a nature walk

“You can get things like river water or collect some dirt.”

Basically dirty talk

Heard about baby witches trying to hex the moon and how dangerous it could be so he was worried for you

"Just make some more protection charms, yeah?"

이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho)

Does not fully understand, but will help in anyway you can.

Will often text you when cooking to ask if you can make use of any of the stuff he’s using.

“Is rice water good for anything?”

If you’re considering getting a familiar, he would 1000% try to convince you to get a cat

“How can you be a witch and NOT have a cat?” “That’s not how it works!”

You know he wants you to get a cat because he misses his three.

He knows all of the spice substitutes for spell ingredients and will often buy them for you if he sees you’re running low

One time Hyunjin pissed him off so he asked you to make a voodoo doll as a joke

Or, at least you think it was a joke

Needless to say, you didn't make the doll

서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin)

Would not get it, but will still be supportive

Thought you were joking the first time you mentioned it

Did not believe you until he went over to your place for the first time

Felt bad and worked on being more understanding

Will meditate with you, but not for long

He will get bored and leave so he doesn’t interrupt you

If he happens to see that you’re low on candles, he’ll just buy them unprompted

Will wear any protective charms you make him religiously

Asks you to cleanse the gym before he works out

Will also buy you flowers that he knows can be dried and used in spells later he keeps a list on his phone

"You know what would be funny?"

Most of the time it would be funny

But it would mostly be him trying to get you to hex big boss JYP

Tries to bring cursed objects into your house

You don't even know where he gets them from, he just shows up with them

"Witches love this stuff, right?" "Get that thing out of my house!"

He a little confused, but he got the spirit no pun intended

Down to use a ouija board with you

황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin)

This man is dramatic af

He would be convinced that every minor inconvenience was someone putting a hex or a curse on him

He will immediately run to you and beg him to do a cleanse

“Y/N, the vibes are off. Can you come smudge the practice room?”

“Someone plucked a strand of my hair out today. Not sure what for, but we need to do some protective magic to get on top of that.”

100% will have you put a rune or a spell on his shoes before he dances.

He will also take advantage of you two using magic for self care.

You told him that Athena was the deity for art and now has a small statue of her in his studio

Will paint pictures of your deity (or deities) for you to put on your alter and to make up for accidentally eating an offering

Prays that his art doesn't accidentally offend them

Will also bring back stuff from tour to put on your alter

He is really trying not to piss off your deity (or deities)

“Sometimes I feel like you’re dating my deity.” “I just don’t want to end up with a curse.” "Keep it up and see what happens." "You're just teasing me, right?" "..." "Y/N?"

한 지 성 (Han Ji-Sung)

Would love it

He would pretend like it’s Kiki’s Delivery Service

He will definitely try to get you two dress up as the characters from Kiki’s Delivery Service at least once

Would come to you when he’s starting to feel anxious, asking for a calming draught

Most of the time, the calming draught is just tea, but he doesn’t need to know that

You would teach him a rune he can trace into his hand if he starts feel anxious and you aren’t there

You two meditate together weekly

He will also meditate when he’s on tour

Will ask you if there is any spell or potions to help him rap faster

“Yeah, practice.”

He will pout for 10 whole minutes

If he’s stuck in a bought of writer’s block, he will come to you to get that sorted out

"It's because my chakras are unaligned, huh?"

이 용 복 (Lee Felix Yong-Bok)

Would be so supportive

Would let you decorate his desk with crystals

Loves when you cleanse the dorm or his room

Just loves the smell of incenses and will burn them when you aren’t there

Would also be more on top of your shit than you are

“I saw that today was a full moon so I put a cup of water outside for you!”

Would be so excited to celebrate witchy holidays

“Is there a deity that can make me game better? I’m getting slaughtered.”

If he bakes, he’ll be sure to set aside some for your alter as an offering

If he makes something new, he’ll go with you to your alter to see if your deity (or deities) approves

To be completely honest, he is more nervous about upsetting your deity (or deities) than he was meeting your parents

Likes hearing you talk about the deities in general

Will cry every time you talk about Hades and Persephone, especially when they have to be apart

“I would hate to be away from you for six months.”

Called you crying the first week of tour

“I understand how Persephone felt when she had to leave Hades.”

김 승 민 (Kim Seung-Min)

Does not get it and is kind of skeptical

He will question things to try to understand for your sake

Will also makes jokes

But the second he can tell that you’re getting upset, he’ll stop

Will do some research to better understand you and your beliefs

“I found a box of nails for you for Samhain.” “How do you know about that?” “The internet is free, Y/N.”

One time his throat was hurting the night before a big performance and you brewed him a potion. He was completely fine the next morning.

He watched you do it and thought it was just a tea.

So he did it himself before recording a song one day.

His voice was completely gone.

He doesn’t understand what happened, he did the exact same thing you did.

Okay, well maybe not the exact same thing

Will leave the spell brewing to you for now on

양 정 인 (Yang Jeong-In)

Would be very confused to be completely honest.

“So… is the broom in your kitchen your car?”

If you’re going out to get supplies, he’ll ask to come with out of curiosity.

Will touch and pick up things he shouldn’t

You scold him and make him hold onto your arm or shirt with both hands for the remainder of the trip

He’ll find out you’re into divination and have so many questions

“Does that mean you can read my mind?”

“Can you look into your crystal ball and see if we win that award next week?”

“What are this week’s winning lotto numbers?”

Will watch you do tarot readings and ask a million questions

It’s like story time to him

Will not touch any of your things out of fear of messing up a spell

It happened once with a spell you were working on for days and with hard to find supplies

Never forgave himself

You forgave him immediately

Would watch you work on your magic in awe

—

Buy me a coffee?

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[aclowntiny]

Hiiii!!! First I wanna say how much I really like your work! Also, I stumbled upon our Seventeen and Enhypen as Hogwarts students, but saw you didn’t have it for Stray Kids 😭 I know they’ve mentioned in 2019 what house they think they are, but you seem to have a much better understanding of the houses and I’m very curious to see what you would think their houses would be.

I was wondering if I could request a similar sort of headcannon for them 🥹 Thank you!

Heck yeah! Can't believe I didn't do this sooner tbh but I love this so here we are 😌 I agree, not necessarily that I'm the best at the job, lol, but that people just go for very generic ideas of the houses (Gryffindor is cool, Slytherin is evil, Hufflepuff is nice/silly, Ravenclaw is smart) rather than the true reflection of where they'd be hehe! Like Ravenclaw is actually also known for being artistic and eccentric, Slytherin for strong determination, Hufflepuff for acceptance and breaking tradition, Gryffindor for being the other self-sacrificing house. So sometimes people just say "I'm a Gryffindor because I'm a good guy!!!" anyway rant over here's the actual content we want🤣

🏰 Stray Kids as Hogwarts Students🔮

Bang Chan

☆ Some kids got sorted instantly, but with one Christopher Bang the Hat took longer. Muttered to itself a lot as it waffled between his qualities, dubbing him hardworking and courageous and ambitious and loving. He couldn't help but flush under the hat's words, almost not hearing when its voice finally bellowed "Gryffindor!”

☆ Being Pure-Blood was only ever a phrase on a family tree for Chris. Who one’s ancestors were, what they looked like, or how much money they had said nothing for their value- only their choices and character did that.

☆ It’s only a formal class for one year, but he adores Flying. The feeling of freedom and getting to have some time outside is heaven for him. Defense Against the Dark Arts is another favorite for the similar reason of being able to get active and challenge himself, even literally facing his fears.

☆ Astronomy is very cool to him, but he finds having to fill in the same charts week after week a bit repetitive and not the best use of his time, frankly.

☆ Gryffindor’s Quidditch captain! He plays Keeper, working with great patience and synergy with the rest of the team to keep the goals clear.

☆ Blessed is the only word Chris can think of when he realizes how many happy memories he can pull from- not everyone can say that. As the word comes to mind, his wand lights up, producing a shining silver wolf standing majestically, protectively, before him.

Lee Know

☆ "You're an interesting one," came the Hat's comment upon touching Minho's head, "you've certainly got your priorities...whatever those are. A unique mind for sure. Better be Ravenclaw!" Some of Minho's friends had teased him as a Slytherin, so he was a bit surprised. Not that he would let his house define him entirely.

☆ He hates the reputation and unnecessary pressure that comes with being a Pure-Blood. It’s stupid and not worth debating in Minho’s mind. The only benefit is just the resources and opportunities he might get, and it’s tempting to turn those down on principle. Money and status don’t matter to him at all and there’s a part of him that wants to ‘sully the bloodline’ just for the hell of it! Luckily his parents don’t care either.

☆ Potions whiz. One of the few who actually get it and enjoy the calm, precise art and its beautiful results and wants to go N.E.W.T. with it. He’s also great at Care of Magical Creatures, naturally focused on the well-being of animals and other living things over his own excitement or whims.

☆ Having a fear of heights, Flying is not it for him. No thanks. He passes, but barely, and in his mind it’s not a skill he plans to use.

☆ Naturally, Minho opts out of Quidditch signups, but instead joins the Gobstones club because he thinks spraying the losers with stone juice is funny. Also gets invited to the Slug Club for his Potions skills and influence.

☆ No one is surprised when Minho closes his eyes, focuses, and boom! Produces a little glowing cat bursting from his wand with a few swipes of its paw to groom its nonexistent striped fur.

Changbin

☆ "Quite a softie underneath it all, eh?" Beneath the weight of the tattered Hat, Changbin strikes a bit of a pose. "Got a lot of ambition, but you've also got a lot of...that. Hmmm..." The Hat muses for a few more moments. "At the end of the day, this one’s a Slytherin!” Pride flows through Changbin’s veins- he doesn’t care for the reputation of producing dark wizards, the potential snobbery. All he cares about is showing his ambition to be the best if he puts his mind to it.

☆ He’s a Half-Blood, but both of his parents are wizards so his familiarity is much more with the Wizarding World. He wants to understand Muggles better to connect with them, too, as well as Muggleborns.

☆ Taking Muggle Studies helps with this and learning about another culture is quite fascinating to him- technology especially is amazing, like that’s what people do instead of magic? Wires of captured lightning? Sounds pretty magical to Changbin. He gets into tinkering with technology because of this. Another class he enjoys is Defense Against the Dark Arts. Changbin loves feeling ready to protect himself and others, so that’s the class he spends the most time practicing and taking notes in. He always thinks of his friends and his sister as he does so.

☆ History of Magic is boring, though, Changbin wants to cast some spells! At the end of the day, where certain spells come from don’t matter to him as long as he can use them. However, the idea of showing up in a ‘great wizards’ history highlight one day is appealing to him…

☆ His strength comes in handy serving as one of Slytherin’s two Beaters. The other teams are lowkey afraid of the Bludgers Changbin sends their way because they know how hard he hits!

☆ Bets are flying on what his Patronus animal would be, a pig or a rabbit. Pig is the most popular choice, mostly in jest, but shushing them all Changbin focuses all the great joy he’s expressing…and out leaps a rabbit! Not just any rabbit, though, but the massive, fluffy form of a Flemish giant rabbit that has everyone laughing and Changbin grinning, reaching out to it.

Hyunjin

☆ Nearly the second the Sorting Hat rests atop his head, it's shouting 'Ravenclaw!' Hyunjin himself can't be surprised, really, not when he's heard talk of the great artists in that house. In fact, pride glows in his chest as he joins his table that the Hat could see that in him.

☆ The Hwangs are an old wizarding family. Hyunjin has a lot of opportunities because of this, but fights against the idea that he could be any better than anyone else because of a name. Rather, he is often seen lifting up Muggleborn classmates and highlighting struggled of other magical people.

☆ Ancient Runes comes naturally to Hyunjin, something about his eye for detail, symbols, and decoding. Language is an area of interest for him so that class is like a beautiful puzzle. Astronomy grants Hyunjin so much art inspiration as well as time to relax and appreciate the gifts of nature and their inherent magic.

☆ There's no one class he hates, but like a lot of students Hyunjin has a harder time focusing on all the information getting dumped on him in History of Magic.

☆ Hyunjin’s extracurriculars include the Muggle Art club where he hones his painting skills and the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, where he plays as the team’s Seeker.

☆ Expectations fly as everyone wonders what the next Hwang’s Patronus will be. Will he get a stag, the majestic animal associated with famous wizards? An eagle, symbolizing his house? Not at all, in fact what Hyunjin summons is a beautiful, delicate silver dove that lights upon his shoulder.

Han

☆ “Don’t be so shy, kid, you’ve got heart.” “Really? Thanks bro.” “Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,” the Hat chuckles, “this one’s a Hufflepuff!” Jisung’s eyes go wide. He wasn’t expecting to get Hufflepuff, but if the hat says so, well, who is he to fight it? It’s nice getting the kindest house, too- maybe he’ll make a lot of friends.

☆ As a Half-Blood, the heavy weight of prejudice never really fell on Jisung. Half-Bloods tended to fall between the cracks as having already been sullied, just middle ground. As he witnesses bullying more and more, though, his passion grows to somehow help others and remind people that nobody can help who their ancestors married.

☆ Charms are quick, snappy, spur-of-the-moment but effective in a pinch, and Jisung likes that. It's fun and he can cast charms as quickly as he cracks a joke or comeback! Ancient Runes brings him a lot of inspiration from history and other languages that he loves to bring to his songwriting.

☆ Flying, thank goodness, isn't enforced every year! It scares him, frankly, and he'd much rather stay on the ground where he belongs.

☆ Because flying isn’t his favorite, no way in hell is he doing it with giant leather and metal things trying to smash him. Nope. However he’ll happily watch and commentate, hence him taking the mic and giving very entertaining descriptions of everything that happens. He’s also in the Frog Choir, always trying to get them to perform one of his compositions.

☆ Jokes around that he’s going to get a massive Patronus animal like a bear or a lion, but once he sees the embodiment of his joy skipping from his wand as a little quokka, he can’t even be embarrassed, just smile!

Felix

☆ "Well, you're just a delight, aren't you?" Felix couldn't tell if the Hat was being sarcastic, but still he chose to respond in kind. "I try!" At that, the Sorting Hat chuckled. "Yes, this one's a Hufflepuff for sure!" His sister had told him as much, but Felix couldn't complain- he liked the idea of being a Hufflepuff!

☆ Felix is a Muggleborn, so he takes in every step of starting school with wonder…though it is a bit overwhelming feeling like everyone’s speaking another language sometimes. But then again, magic candy! Brewing potions!

☆ Absolute wonder at Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. Felix is so gentle and good with every living thing, they practically request he be the one to handle them and that makes his heart burst with joy and honor! He also loves Potions, thinking the idea is so classic and cool, plus despite what most students say it’s kind of relaxing to him.

☆ Transfiguration dropped lower on his list when they started using living subjects. Sure, the idea that anyone and anything can grow and change and exist in many forms is really inspiring, but those poor mice and birds!

☆ Slug Club inductee part two! Even though he’s a Muggleborn with no direct influence, Felix is such a good student and avid potioneer that he’s a shoo-in. He also plays Quidditch as Hufflepuff’s Seeker.

☆ Felix isn’t sure what animal he’ll get, but he certainly isn’t expecting multiple! The entire class is shocked when a whole brood of chicks tumbles forth from his wand, eliciting shock and charmed coos alike.

Seungmin

☆ "This one's a bit of a surprise now," the Hat commented upon being set atop Seungmin's head. Seungmin couldn't help wondering what that meant and if it was bad, how to prove the Hat wrong. "No, lad, all you just did was prove my point. Looks can be deceiving, after all. Slytherin!" He wasn't sure what he expected, but that might not have been it. Sort of made sense, though- he could have fun with that!

☆ He can’t help wondering if the Hat chose as it did because he’s a Pure-Blood, taking Salazar’s old favors into account. Then again, he did just throw a cheating Gryffindor under the bus in class…

☆ Thinking logically is no trouble for Seungmin, so Arithmancy isn’t a bad choice for him. Connecting relationships between numbers and their power just makes sense to him- eight is his lucky number, after all. He also frequents the Potions dungeon, but that’s mostly just to brew the photo solution that grants his personal art projects motion!

☆ Defense Against the Dark Arts is a fun and active class, but it's boisterous and people take the duels too far sometimes.

☆ Frankly, he didn’t have time to join the Quidditch team due to his other extracurriculars, being an avid Frog Choir singer and the Hogwarts paper’s photographer.

☆ Everyone is sure the student everyone sees as a puppy will get a dog for his Patronus. Imagine their surprise when he casts a tanuki! Cute and cunning, no one can deny it matches him perfectly in the end.

I.N

☆ He forgot the Hat could read his thoughts. “So you want a house where you can show your talents and look out for people, huh?” Flushing, Jeongin just nods with a faint, bashful smile. “Well, better be Gryffindor, then!” He’s surprised, thinking maybe he’d have gotten Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff- he isn’t particularly brave, is he? “Trust me, kid, you’ll find your way,” the Hat promises, and do its eyelike folds wink?

☆ As a Half-Blood, he has knowledge of the Wizarding World, but also life outside of magic. Having one Muggle parent means one person getting yanked into the world of wonder, after all! Jeongin is proud to understand both sides of his world and guide his friends on how Muggles really live.

☆ Details don’t escape Jeongin, so he loves drawing star charts for Astronomy. Transfiguration is another favorite of his for similar reasons: he enjoys the focus, the idea that he can reshape objects into something greater or something new. It feels symbolic, poetic.

☆ Potions stresses him out because it's so easy to burn things or measure wrong; even if little details usually fascinate him, he can be a bit clumsy with the required finesse.

☆ Joins the wizard chess club, art club, and plays Quidditch- what can’t our baby bread do? Jeongin becomes Gryffindor’s Seeker, one especially known for turning the tides of the game for his team completely!

☆ He can barely contain his excitement that day in Defense Against the Dark Arts when it comes time to cast Patronus charms! He wonders if his animal will look like him and he certainly gets his wish when a charming little desert fox pops forth.

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[like-a-diamondinthesky]

stray kids masterlist

[🤍] personal fav ; [💫] fluff ; [🌠] hurt/comfort ; [🔮] smau ; [✨] series ; [🌟] latest work

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° OT8

☆ the first i love you 💫✨ that special moment when he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you ☆ love songs 🤍💫 ☆ homework answers 🔮

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° BANG CHAN

☆ boyfriend texts 💫🔮

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° LEE MINHO

☆ boyfriend texts 💫🔮 ☆ the pepper thing 🤍💫 it’s a routine, it’s a tradition, it’s a lifestyle. it’s the pepper thing. ☆ used to this 💫 the soft voices, the late-night cuddling, the sweet and fluttering affections you showed each other; man, minho could get used to this. ☆ five minutes 🤍💫 operation put your boyfriend to sleep in five minutes is a go.

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° SEO CHANGBIN

☆ boyfriend texts 💫🔮🌟 ☆ curly fries 💫 you don’t know what he’s about to do, but if the devious glint in his eyes is anything to go by, it’s going to be something loud for sure.

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° HWANG HYUNJIN

☆ 22:56 💫 ☆ boyfriend texts 💫🔮 ☆ three times hyunjin wanted to kiss you plus the one time he finally did 🤍💫 hyunjin really, really wants to kiss you. but he can’t, because that’s not what best friends do. ☆ my love 💫 hyunjin calls you a new pet name. a heartwarming confession ensues.

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° HAN JISUNG

☆ boyfriend texts 💫🔮 ☆ idiots in love 💫 it’s been a grand four months into the relationship, and neither you nor jisung have said those three words that mean oh so much to the both of you. why? because you’re idiots.

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° LEE FELIX

☆ boyfriend texts 💫🔮 ☆ pink salts 🌠💫 your skin was tinted a faint red—nearly pink, similar to his own. felix wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of the bath water, or from your favorite pink bath salts. he didn’t ponder on it for too long, though, as you pulled him under the covers and the two of you fell asleep, cozy in each other’s company

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° KIM SEUNGMIN

☆ boyfriend texts 🤍💫🔮 ☆ midnight whispers 🌠 sometimes, all seungmin needs is for you to be right by his side ☆ cocoon 🤍🌠 co•coon noun | a protective or comforting covering see also: kim seungmin

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° YANG JEONGIN

☆ boyfriend texts 💫🔮 ☆ only you 🤍💫 jeongin doesn’t like affection. except when it comes from you, and only you.

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[lilmisssona]

♬₊˚.♡✮⋆˙ STRAY KIDS ♬₊˚.♡✮⋆˙

♬✮ STEP OUT! HELLO WE ARE STRAY KIDS! ♬✮

✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮

𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆ BANG CHAN 𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆

🎧Series:

Nothing Yet...

🎧Oneshots:

Nothing Yet...

🎧Texts / Insta Stories:

☾⚝ Chan As Your BF! Insta Stories

✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮

𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆ LEE KNOW 𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆

🎧Series:

Nothing Yet...

🎧Oneshots:

Nothing Yet...

🎧 Texts / Insta Stories:

☾⚝ Minho As Your BF! Insta Stories

✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮

𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆ CHANGBIN 𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆

🎧Series:

Nothing Yet...

🎧Oneshots:

Nothing Yet...

🎧Texts / Insta Stories:

☾⚝ Changbin As Your BF! Insta Stories

✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮

𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆HYUNJIN 𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆

🎧Series:

☾⚝ The University of Magicks (SMAU)

🎧Oneshots:

Nothing Yet...

🎧Texts / Insta Stories:

☾⚝ Hyunjin As Your BF! Insta Stories

☾⚝ Random Texts With BF! Hyunjin

✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮

𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆ HAN JISUNG 𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆

🎧Series:

☾⚝Limbo (Mini Series) Coming Soon...

🎧Oneshots:

Nothing Yet...

🎧Texts / Insta Stories:

☾⚝ Han As Your BF! Insta Stories

✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮

𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆ FELIX 𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆

🎧Series:

Nothing Yet...

🎧Oneshots:

☾⚝ Delicate Coming Soon...

🎧Texts / Insta Stories:

☾⚝ Felix As Your BF! Insta Stories

✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮p

𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆ SEUNGMIN 𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆

🎧Series:

Nothing Yet...

🎧Oneshots:

Nothing Yet...

🎧Texts / Insta Stories:

☾⚝ Seungmin As Your BF! Insta Stories

✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮

𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆ I.N 𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆

🎧Series:

Nothing Yet...

🎧Oneshots:

☾⚝ 23 Reasons Why I Love You

🎧Texts / Insta Stories:

☾⚝ Jeongin As Your BF! Insta Stories

✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮

𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆ OT8 Works 𝄞𓍢ִ໋˚.⋆☾⋆

Nothing Yet...

✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮✧*ੈ✩‧₊˚✨🔮

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

Masterlist | Simplified Masterlist | WereRoomies | AO3 | Ko-Fi | Add to Taglist | Works Tag | FicRecs & Recs | Answered Asks | @neverendingdreams-net

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if you have a blank blog, or don’t have any indication that you’re an adult in your bio/pinned, i will block you.

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i don’t take requests, but my ask box is open to suggestions and/or Thoughts™ of any kind. when it comes to Hard Thoughts™, i’m only comfortable with those that are clearly related to an AU (it doesn’t necessarily need to be related to my fics, it can be anything that’s a non-idol AU). when it’s vague or related to the Idols as themselves irl i’m not that comfortable receiving those asks.

recent works:

18/02/2024: The Wedding Planners (M) ~Changbin

31/01/2024: Pre-rut Struggles (M) ~Bang Chan

27/12/2023: The Room (M) ~Bang Chan

30/11/2023: Mirror (M) ~Bang Chan

13/11/2023: Five-Point Star: The Aftermath (M) ~Bang Chan

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[moonjxsung]

okok I have some time for puppy bang chan brainrot and it's not nearly as smutty as it could be but I'm taking BABY STEPS;

honestly I just think that he takes on a lot of responsibility in his daily life that maybe he deserves to be told what to do in private! he deserves to be bossed around and called puppy and baby and aggressively praised until he's panting and squirming and begging. yknow? let my boy be a little subby, as a treat.

there's really just something that makes my brain sosososoo fuzzy when thinking about holding him down and kissing him stupid, a hand at his throat or holding his face and not letting him move. telling him that he's Such a good boy. "my puppy is doing so well for me, mm? does puppy want a prize for being such a good listener?" and you KNOW he'd be nodding and trying not to beg too much because he still wants to be good

he's also sooooo biteable he's SOOOO BITEABLE; I think he deserves to turn into a whining mess if you chewed on his neck a little bit. the thought of not even Touching his dick yet, just sloppily kissing and holding him down and nipping at him, and whispering soooo many filthy praises into his ear, and he's already SO worked up. imagine what he'd become once you finally gave him that prize you promised OH MAN 😵‍💫

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NO BC THERE REALLY IS SOMETHING ABOUT SUBBY CHAN THAT DRIVES ME CRAZY……. Also the biteable part um YES????? I feel like there’s something about his neck specifically DON’T U JUST WANT TO COVER HIM IN HICKIES. EVERYONE AGREE WITH ME SO I DON’T FEEL CRAZY IT’S SOMETHING ABT THE NECK VEINS OR SOMETHING HE’S SOOOO 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ THANK U FOR THIS POOKIE IM GOING INSANE

#🔮 anon #ask

[chang-bunnie-bini-bop]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST!

‧₊˚ all of these are works of fiction! they have no relation to the actual people mentioned in them, and are not meant to portray these people in real life! this is purely for entertainment purposes.

‧₊˚ key:

| fake texts, fluff, suggestive fluff, crack, family au |

fl - fluff

ft - fake texts

ang - angst

sug!fluff - suggestive fluff

c - crack

fam!au - family au

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‧₊˚Bang Chan | 방찬 🍵

fake texts:

none-

fluff:

doggie playdate - stranger!chan x gn!reader - |fl|

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‧₊˚Lee Minho | 리노 🦋

fake texts:

boyfriend texts - bf!lee know x fem!reader - |fake texts, c|

fluff:

back hugs and rainy days - bf!lee know x gn!reader - |fl, drabble|

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‧₊˚Seo Changbin | 창빈 🗝️💗

fake texts:

none-

fluff:

hiraeth • masterlist - collegebf!changbin x fem!reader - |ang, fluff|

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‧₊˚Hwang Hyunjin | 현진 🎨

fake texts:

none-

fluff:

obesessed? maybe a little bit... - hyunjin x fem idol!reader - |sug!fluff, c, fl|

obsessed? i admit it… - hyunjin x femidol!reader - |fl, ang|

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‧₊˚Han Jisung | 한 🔮

fake texts:

none-

fluff:

i do - han jisung x fem!reader - | fl, c |

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‧₊˚Lee Felix | 필릭스 🩵

fake texts:

none-

fluff:

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[leetaehwan]

bias tag game !

tagged by @lee-minhoe and @ambivartence 💕

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10, then answer the questions below. try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

tagging (if u want no pressure ofc!): @chanrizard @gnanii @snug-gyu @changbeens @jikyu @lunetual @minchanz @jinniebit @jwoongz

continued under the cut :)

bias list !

lee know (skz)

dk (svt)

jaehyuk (treasure)

taehwan (vanner)

mark lee (nct)

jinyoung (got7)

bang chan (skz)

soobin (txt)

donghyun (ab6ix)

mingyu (svt)

questions !

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

mark was first; i got into nct in like late 2019 and i didn't find skz/chan until late 2021 i think?? mark is like , my second or third bias in nct though lol

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

deekay babieeeeee <333 don't get me wrong i LOVE jinyoung but seokmin ...... that's my number one dude, my boy of all time, if u will

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

OMG LEE KNOW OR JAE 😭😭😭 i'm gonna give it to lee know tho (nobody's shocked). similar to mel's answer we could go on a lil stroll through the woods then stop for coffee after. we go back home and i'll watch him make lunch for us and then we binge watch spy x family for the rest of the day bc i still haven't finished it yet and he would not have that .

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

donghyun my bestie my bee eff ?!?!! honestly probably his cheeks he has the most squishable lil face like look

are u kidding </3

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

PARK JINYOUNG MY BELOVEDDDDD 😭 he is so passionate about what he does - singing, dancing, acting, he is putting in the work and it shows!! didn't think i could love him more and then i watched he is psychometric DUDE 🥺🥺 that's not even the one he won an award for but like dang bro he was good !!!! also i feel like he has a good balance of being silly goofy and like . being serious/chill/more reserved??? idk he's a virgo so he def takes himself seriously but like , not too much u know ??

not to rant but i love how he loves his members too . he is so kind like he really loves them and cares for them and wants them all to succeed, regardless of how often he says they're annoying (yugbam the problem children fcdjhdvjk) he's rly just the mom (yugyeom's specifically) of the group and it's very sweet <3

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

soobin!!! i would tell him he's doing a great job being the leader to his hooligans and that i get "bye guys!! hi ladies!!! mwah!" stuck in my head at least once a week 🖤

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

between lino and dk hm ... i think they're both pretty similar (casual, comfy, boyfriend-y) but if i had to choose i'd say dokyeom. he seems just a little bit more adventurous in his style i feel like he likes a good pattern

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

hm for jae and also for the rest of the group i think something in the vein of seventeen's home;run era could be fun .. all the funky colors and retro-y fits ! 🤔🔮 i'm seeing jae with dark hair and a patterned collared sweater .. and pearls ofc 🔮

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

i think mark and taehwan are the same height (5'9"/175cm) so neither ! hfdkvfjfd

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

individually, i'm sorry gyu i'm gonna give it to donghyun i looove his vocals ! venus ??? so smooth so ethereal 🍯 in terms of their groups though, i love my yeppis but it's gotta be seventeen for me dawg they're like all time for me we're rly in this carat shit for life 💎 i can't find the words to explain how much i love them and their music literally the only thing coming to mind rn is when dk said "it's love, of course" and like !!!! yeah !!! ykwim !?!!

#sorry this took forever but thanks for tagging me friends!! #games

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

no thoughts head empty only service top chan ~🔮

somebody call the psych ward and tell them to ready a bed for me because i am U N S T A B L E after reading that

i think he could pull off any dominant role but this? this lives rent free in my head. i think he’s a giver. i’m aware that the only piece i’ve written about him was the exact opposite, but like…leave me alone, i was in heat, okay? he’s a total sweetheart and he would do anything to make his partner happy. and he’d tell you how pretty you look under him while doing whatever you asked.

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[hwan-g]

STRAY KIDS GO TO HOGWARTS !

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry welcomes you back for the school year 2022-2023!

Red is for N.E.W.T’s and Quidditch matches, it’s for reveling in the peace that rain offers, the calm before the storm. Blue is for sleepless nights in the library, tarot cards and Divination classes that warn of doom lurking just around the corner. Yellow is for tea that’s gone cold, times passed, the sun that refuses to shine. Finally, green is for choices, ancient dark magic, ancestors and life repeating itself thrice.

🪄 An event that will run for the entirety of winter.

.masterlist

GRYFFINDOR: “do what is right”

🧹 bang chan | seo changbin. ( moodboard )

RAVENCLAW: “do what is wise”

🔮 kim seungmin | han jisung. ( moodboard )

HUFFLEPUFF: “do what is kind”

🫖 lee felix | yang jeongin. ( moodboard )

SLYTHERIN: “do what is necessary”

🌑 lee minho | hwang hyunjin. ( moodboard )

🎶 ‘Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, teach us something please…’

— NO REPOSTING.

taglist; @ughbehavior, @cb97percent, @hyuneater, @lix-ables, @byskzfilms, @enluc, @danyxthirstae01.

#stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #stray kids #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids fanfics #skz fanfics #bang chan scenarios #chan scenarios #hyunjin scenarios #changbin scenarios #felix scenarios #jisung scenarios #jeongin scenarios #minho scenarios #seungmin scenarios #—mine.

[momhwaissues]

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Last updated: 2023.09.19

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[bbykpoper]

The Ninth Life

There is a shop located near the Little River that is said to hold magic inside.

Won’t you come in to find out?

??? x reader

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🔮 part 20 - operation lotus (ii)

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The tension in the room was high as a table was occupied by seven witches, three humans and two ancient beings.

Honey was quick to serve the tea Chungha charmed to calm the tensions but Changbin wasn't one keen to drinking it. It left him and Chan glaring at each other as Felix did his best to be the mediator.

"All right." Johnny firmly stated, smacking his fist on the eerily silent table. "I've had enough of these glares." He looked over the two younger boys and sighed. "Felix and Chan how much are you introduced to the situation at hand?"

"None whatsoever." Felix stated with a small smile, cheeks growing red from the embarrassment of not knowing. "Like, how long did you guys know about this?"

"Me and Honey?" Shownu asked, both hands gently holding his cup of tea. "A few years now. Around the time I opened the bakery." He smiled fondly at the memory. "I found out first by witnessing Chungha hex a pastry for this one guy that was cheating on a girl she knew from her class. The boy had a severe stomach infection for the next week."

"Hey! I had a good reason." The girl in question blushed furiously as she shrunk back into her seat next to him.

"I believe it. But it was cute how she tried to explain herself to me that it was nothing and that she didn't use any type of magic."

"I found out a few days later when y/n and Byul openly told me, not feeling comfortable to hide it from me." Honey shrugged.

"The bird on May day was me." Johnny suddenly stated at Felix. "And I'm still petty over it."

"Sorry." He raised his hands in surrender and Johnny sighed, accepting the apology. "Now there is one thing we need to explain to you and Bang over here." His eyes followed the boys hand which was still firmly gripping y/n's thigh.

"Regarding this being that we call the lizard man." Taeyong spoke up, deciding that this would be the best part to take over. "The man you saw at the Ninth Life today is the guardian spirit of this country also know as the Golden Dragon. He is a being as ancient as time, though a reincarnation of the original. And this version, known as Lee Hyun Woo, has been smitten with aunty Ji-Eun for the past decade or so-"

"More like the past 3 decades." Y/N spoke in, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms in front of her. "He's been around since I was a baby. Always lapping at my aunt's feet like a dog."

"Yes, well, he is old and annoying. The last time he was here was about six or seven years ago. He likes to step on y/n toes and tease her, but at this point we're sure this time around he is not going to be joking." Taeyong sighed, and decided to show the two what he meant by those words. "Dragons are a rare occurrence in the modern day world, almost to the point of extinction. And all of them live together in a clan under the guidance of the Golden Dragon. Now don't be mad at us Chan, but after y/n read your fortune she saw that you would be taken by the Golden Dragon so we did a little bit of digging into your family tree to see exactly why that would be possible." Chan looked over to the girl who averted her gaze, knowing full well that she had shared the specifics of his fortune with Taeyong after promising she wouldn't. "One of your great grandparents is a descendant of one of the main dragon clans and the gene went down to you. Which practically makes you a reincarnation of a dragon."

"A very powerful dragon capable of ascending to become the Golden Dragon." Y/N whispered out but everyone heard it.

"What?" The boy was confused, pulling back his hand from her thigh.

"We believe that Hyun Woo came down to visit my aunt and pick you up and take you away to the dragon clan."

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#kpop #kpop smau #stray kids #stray kids reactions #stray kids imagine #chungha #seo johnny #christopher bang #mark lee #lee felix #seo changbin #moonbyul #i.u. #social media au #lee taeyong #jooheon #shownu #alexa #the ninth life

[jinniebit]

Just because I’m a 🤡, masquerading as a fortune teller 🔮 and belong in SKZ 🎪… I’m gonna use my last three cents to make predictions for the final moodboards:

Changbin: hmm, my first instinct would still be Ares (even though he’s definitely too aggressive for this sweetie 👀), or maybe Hephaistos or Hades? Idk something fire related and ehh LOUD; 🔥

Lee Know: Hera. If any deity shouldn’t be left out it’s Hera and if anybody should be Hera it’s definitely Lee Know. Also: momma bear. Somehow I do have the image of a goddess, so it could also be Demeter or Hestia, though they’re not nearly not as popular; 🤔

Bang Chan: Hmm probably Zeus (since he’s king of the SKZ-dom), but it could also be Poseidon (since he’s daddy shark). But man takes way too good care of himself to be Dionysos… 🥴

Anyways, I can’t wait to see what’s next!

~ Daphne anon 🌳

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Interesting… interesting….

#i don’t to answer this any further because I don’t want to give spoilers kkkkkkk #i don’t want to* #daphne anon 🌳