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suengmi · 1 year

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prompt: sleepy bangchan, bffs, unspoken love, {3:56am}

context: bangchan x gn reader

warnings/other: soft boi chan, heated smoochin, mostly proofread

word count: .9k

a/n: was talking to my friend about how cute chan is when he sleeps, he was saying that he'd probably smell like fresh sheets and sleepy body (if that makes sense idk) and i'm like YES LET'S GO anyways enjoy!! sorry it took two weeks!! soft hours spicy be like

╌╌╌╌ it's quiet, the only sound in your room is the gentle sound of your best friend snoring gently, humming every now and then.

you roll onto your side and gaze out the window. it's cold, the chill of the air hitting your nose every so often. one of chan's hands is clinging to the soft white and beige blanket you had given him, you remember how he only had the doona without the cover, it annoyed you that he didn't have one.

'it's gross!' you had said, slapping the doona cover on display one day when you were both shopping, 'i just haven't had time in my new apartment!' he had retorted. you two ended up arguing the whole way to the counter, but he had folded in the end, he always did when it came to you.

your eyes travel along the edges of a tree outside, the light polluted sky with only a few stars shining through, it reminds you of how clouded his mind is, his fading thoughts and ideas the stars.

slowly he opens his eyes, trying to adjust to the light from the window. he turns his head to take you in, your eyes bright with the moonlight coming in from the window.

there’s not much room in his king single bed with two people sharing it. it’s almost impossible to have a good night sleep. chan had never enjoyed sleeping next to people, he much preferred his own space. but when you were is in his bed it’s was kind of okay. he liked your smell. your presence. it was like a cup of chamomile tea, warm and soothing.

we have never been more than friends, that's all.

chan moves himself slightly, his knobbly fingers coming to touch your own, he's still half asleep. but he looks at you, sleep painted in his small eyes.

"what is it?" he mumbles in a low tone. his deep voice sends jolts down to your stomach.

you say nothing, lacing your fingers into his own.

“hmm?” he prompts you again, still in his groggy state. he squeezes his eyes a few times, still getting used to the gentle light coming from a street lamp outside.

you let out a long breath, giving chan an apathetic smile. “it’s okay, i just can’t sleep.”

chan lets go of your hand and lifts the blankets from his side so he can move about without twisting himself in them. he taps on your hip, signalling for you to roll over. you oblige, raising your head from the pillow to turn yourself over.

when you settle in, you feel his arm wrap itself around your torso, his hands slowly pushes up your shirt to feel your warm tummy against his hand. he rubs your belly a few times before resting his hands just below your chest, his fingers curiously dancing around the area.

“what are you doing?” you say so softly it's almost a squeak, your hips having a mind of their own as they press back against his.

“shh.” he mumbles as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck and adjusts his hips against you. you feel him press a kiss to your shoulder before he lets out a long sigh.

you turn your face a bit, your cheek resting on chan's soft freshly washed curly hair. you're taking everything of him in, the feeling of being engulfed by him clouding your mind, the way his skin feels against yours sending your thoughts in all directions.

"mm, tangerine." you say smelling his hair, kissing his forehead just after.

this seems to make him wake more, his hands gripping you even tighter. he locks his eyes with yours, eyes still hooded.

you stay like this for a moment, enjoying the way his hair is flicking in all directions. your free hand almost automatically raises behind you to touch the side of his face, soothingly rubbing your thumb along his cheek.

are we more than friends...?

as if melting into your touch, a subtle command he's entranced by, he leans in, his mouth hovering over your own. it's like he's asking for permission, his breath heavy on your lips.

the once gentle gaze he has turns into a slight desperation, he meets your eyes for a moment before he closes the distance between you, gently pressing his lips against your own. you sigh into the kiss, your hand finding purchase in his hair.

white paints the walls of your mind, the feeling of his kiss tingling throughout your whole body. he parts his lips pressing back onto your own lazily, tongue flicking against yours. amoan escapes him, his hips pressing more into yours. you can feel him against you, your hand mindlessly grip further in his locks, desperate and needing more.

we're definitely more than friends.

the feeling of his hand gripping your side tighter faintly registers, his leg moving between your thighs. you're in deep, swallowed by him, everything that is him.

after a moment his kiss halts. you almost whine at the sudden loss, his lips withdrawing from your own. he says nothing, gaze settled on your own. his free hand comes to your lip, wiping away the wet mess he created.

"huh?" you say in a daze, staring into his hooded eyes.

"mm." he mumbles before squeezing you, pressing his face into the side of your neck. and as if that said it all, you let out a held breath, mind racing with 'what if's' and 'hows' and 'buts'.

it didn’t matter that you didn't know what he was thinking, didn't matter that you were crossing a boundary that you were unsure about.

in this moment, you knew that it was okay, that this was meant to happen.

a/n: i upset myself this is adorable heLP as always ty for reading!! hope you enjoyed it, soft chan makes me FERALLLL !! i love ur feedback so pls lmk if you liked it!!

#chan x reader #my fic #stray kids x reader #bangchan x reader #bangchan x gn reader #bangchan #chan #stray kids fic #stray kids #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #soft kissy chan.... let me live #stray kids soft hours #hard hours??#idk #pls #skz fic #myfic

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getyourdirtyhandsoffme · 3 months

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SKZ MASTER LIST — BANG CHAN

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎M.LIST | REQUEST RULES | SKZ

TEXT STORIES:

I GOT A REQUEST ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(MALE READER)

GENRE: (3RACHA) Comedy , Slight Explicit , Fluff(?)

ONE-SHOTS:

STORIES:

D-RIDING ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PART ONE | TWO | THREE

Genre: Slightly Suggestive, fluff, comedy, Smut (Part Two&Three), Top Chan, Bottom FTM Reader

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bb-eilish · 2 years

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Hey, your sex drive fic had me thinking thoughts! It was so hot!

Bang Chan smoking cigarettes is so hot in my mind 😏🙏.

Imagine shotgunning with him? So sexy.

i think you have the wrong blog but that’s okay lol

bangchan x gn!reader

NOT PROOF READ

“I don’t understand how you can get past the smell of those things”. You scrunch your nose and wave off the smoke coming from his newly lit cigarette. He glances at you with a chuckle and presses it to his lips again, inhaling for a few a seconds before blowing it the opposite direction of you.

“You get used to it”. He replies nonchalantly. The smell might be awful but you can’t help but be attracted to the way he does it, if you were with anyone else you probably would be disgusted but Chan is naturally so alluring it has you curious. He flicks off some ash as he catches you eyeing him, “Do you wanna try?”. The question has you raising your eyebrows as you mull it over, but you make up your mind pretty quickly when you see the way he looks at you.

“Sure, gimme it”. You hold out your hand, he smiles at you while passing it over. The hot stick in between your fingers intimidates you but you bring it to your lips anyway, the first inhale was terrible. You cough harshly into your elbow and pass back the cigarette. He can’t help but giggle before an idea comes to mind.

“How about we shotgun it? It might help”. He poses the question like he’s trying to be a kind friend and your heart stutters in your chest. Muttering out an“okay” he scoots closer and grabs you lightly by your jaw. The drag he takes is small compared to his other ones.

He tilts his head slightly and leans in, your face heats as he presses his open lips against yours. You almost forget to inhale, you knew kissing him would be intoxicating. But when you do you try not to cough against him, you can feel him smiling into you before he, unfortunately, pulls away, “How was that?” His voice is light and kind of airy as he watches you closely.

You really wanna do that again, you don’t really care for the cigarette, you just want to keep kissing him. The way strands of his hair fall in front of his eyes and the way his lips wrap around the end of the cigarette have your mind wandering, you’ve always liked him if you were honest. How could you not? His face was unbeatable matched with his personality.

“It was nice, c-can we do it again?” You divert your eyes from his as you ask, he nibbles on his bottom lip before agreeing. “We can do it as many times as you need, sweetheart”. The name isn’t new but it has a shy smile slipping onto your face either way.

He leans in once more after inhaling it again, the feel of his lips on yours again has your hands curling into fists. This kiss was different, his mouth wasn’t as wide as before and he presses harder against you. It also lasted a few seconds longer, you inhale the smoke as he pulls away—but not too far away. He lingers a few inches from you before he leans in again, taking you by surprise.

Your ears pick up the quiet sound of something hitting the ground before a hand slithers up to your jaw once more as he deepens the kiss. A cool breeze blows by as you let out a soft whine, it almost short circuits his brain and has him yearning to hear you again. He ushers you to change your position on the bench you were currently making out on. You end up on his lap as he unlatches your lips to trail open mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck. The euphoric feeling has you subconsciously pressing yourself against his crotch, the groan he lets out against your flushed skin goes straight to your lower abdomen as his hands find your waist to help drag you over himself.

The grip he has on you tightens the more noises you let out, but suddenly he pulls away.

“Can we go inside?” He pants against your lips hotly.

You eagerly nod your head and bite your lip as he grips your ass to lift you up as he stands. Reconnecting your lips, he opens and shuts the door behind him before finding the couch.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skz suggestive #bangchan smut #bangchan suggestive #bangchan x reader #bangchan x you #bangchan x gn reader #bangchan hard hours #bangchan hard thoughts

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shoverse · 9 months

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꒰ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ drunk text confessions — skz! hyung line꒱

📂 pairing — bangchan x gn! reader, lee minho x gn! reader, seo changbin x gn! reader, hwang hyunjin x gn! reader

📂 cw — drunk skz, alcohol mentions, friends to (potential?) lovers, cussing, kinda angsty idk 😭, hard to read english

📂 a/n — ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE WRITTEN 💔💔 n e wayz my prns r he/him if u wanna comment again 😋😋 'she' did not do anything because i'm a man.

#01/02 — bangchan, lee minho

#03/04 — seo changbin, hwang hyunjin

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deadaldipshit-jpg · 1 year

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↳ ❝¡CALLING BF SKZ BRO!❞

Ot8 skz x reader

Genre - crack, fluff

A/n - I've been in severe writers block as of late so I am yet to post the maknaw line of romantic tropes with skz and I promise I will soon. Let me know if you you want to be tagged for these by sending me an ask. Pls like and reblog if you enjoyed

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moonlightwonie · 7 months

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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

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ 🔮 ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

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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ccawz · 1 year

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smile

a/n: I saw a video of just Chan smiling and my heart melted.

bang chan x gn! reader (no pronouns mentioned) 211 words, open ending bc I couldn’t think of anything, pure fluff.

“What are you staring at?” Chan asked, looking up at you from his seat on the couch. “Hm? Something on my face?” He prompts, fingers reaching up to brush against his mouth.

You shake your head, your fingers following his, tracing the outline of his lips, dimples, and cheeks. “Your smile’s pretty.” Chan drops his head, shyness creeping in and showing on his face. A rosy blush and a downcasted smile from trying to suppress it. “My beautiful boy.”

He looks up at you with fond eyes, tiny squeaks of laughter escaping when you lightly pinch his cheeks. “What’s gotten into you, hm?”

“Nothing. I just love you.” The flushed expression comes back, hands coming up in a futile attempt to hide his reaction. “I love your smile.”

You tell him again, and again, and again. Drinking in the reaction that it stirs; rosy cheeks, a dimpled smile, a shy giggle, and crescent-shaped eyes adorned with wrinkles at the edges.

He looks to you with stars in his eyes, like you were the one who placed each constellation in its place. Like you were the one that hung the moon and sun. He whispers his gratitude, laces your fingers with his, and draws you near, pressing delicate kisses to your temple.

#bang chan x reader #bangchan x reader #chan x reader #skz x gn reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #bang chan x gender neutral reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan fluff

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bandgie · 4 months

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So I have a soft thought about Chan.

Like both of the both of you sitting in the living room and you call out to him and ask him in a cute way to cuddle with pout and he laughs before joining you on the couch and nuzzls his face into your neck as you both just cuddle and hold each other-

gn!reader x bf!bangchan

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Days like these are rare.

The one's where you and your boyfriend can relax without worrying about each other, and if there's anything you've learned about being with Chan, it's that he's a worrier. You've also learned, however, that he seems to relax when he's with you. When he can see and hold you, proof that you're here with him and not thousands of miles away.

So you're trying to wait patiently. Wait for Chan to finish making the popcorn while you look for a movie to watch in the living room. But he's taking so long. But patient, you can be patient. You've been patient all this time, what's a couple of more minutes?

Patient, patient, waiting...ugh!

"Chan," you call out to your boyfriend. Your head is turned to the direction of the kitchen, waiting for his response. His silence is filled with the soft buzzing of the microwave, the low volume of the movie trailer on the TV, and your deafening loneliness.

"Channiieee," you drawl out his name this time. There's a hint of impatience in your voice, whiny and high pitched. It's this that causes Chan to giggle in the other room. You narrow your eyes and purse your lips, he's doing this on purpose.

The beeping from the microwave acts as your safe haven. You're adjusting in your seat restlessly as you hear Chan's soft pitter patter of feet finally make its way out of the kitchen, to the living room, to you.

You thought about getting mad at first, giving your lover a hard time for ignoring you. Instead, you find yourself patting the seat next to you, eager for Chan's presence. He giggles again, eyes turning into moon crescents and lips pulling back to reveal his beautiful teeth.

"I was gone for 2 minutes," he says. Chan sets the hot bag down and the smell of salt and butter invade your senses.

"Two minutes too long," you complain. There's a pout on your face, lower lip jutting out with doe eyes. "I was calling you!"

"And I was making popcorn!" He defends himself with a laugh. "You miss me that much?"

Rather than responding, you open your arms wide. Your fingers open and close, a quiet plea for Chan to quickly accept your embrace. He smiles wide, the tips of his ears burning a hot red before he finally finds home in your warmth.

He melts into your chest, practically molding his being into your own. His ear goes to your heartbeat, his thumbs circle the exposed skin of your stomach. You're here, you're real, and you're with him. Chan sighs with content, pressing his face closer into you until you feel his breath on your neck.

"Did you pick a movie yet?" He mumbles into your skin.

Crap, you totally forgot about that. "No, nothing seems good."

Chan picks his head up to plant a gentle kiss on your jawline before resting back down into the space between your shoulders. "Whatever," you feel him shrug against you. "I like trailers more anyway."

a/n: omg I really liked writing this! it was so cute! border from @roseschoices!

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maycat-19-142 · 28 days

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Bangchan x idol reader

A/n: you are the leader of your group

⚠️: fluff han being dramatic, spelling mistakes let me know if I missed anything

Goals

Honestly no one was surprised to find out yall were dating

Two 4th gen leaders dating plz fans went crazy

Your relationship went public after you have a dating scandal and your company said you are dating buy not who fans though

But then they saw how chan looked and you and the rest is history

Dating him as an idol is amazing

Yall have studio dates where yall cuddles while you work on trackes

If yall are at 3rachas studio changbin and han will stay out

Once han saw you kissing and he scrmed "not in here this is a shared space"

He is dramatic

Your members the first time he came to your building scared him so bad

He is now scared of you maknae who said she would "cut his head off and eat it infornt of skz" if he broke your heart

Now your group is besties with skz

At award shows you are always together

If yall are separated yall will watch form the other side of the venue

Over all 10/10 adorable

Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#pixie #pixie rants #fluff #x reader #fem reader #gn🌌#male reader #stray kids x idol reader #bangchan x reader #bangchan x y/n #bangchan x you #bangchan x female reader #bangchan x reader fluff

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haven-0325 · 8 months

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Evening imagine - Bangchan x Gn reader (18+)

A difficult dinner with his parents has left you upset, but Chan never fails to say just the right things to make you forget all about it.

'How are you feeling?', Chan asked sweetly, making the bed dip as he sat down next to you. You looked up at him, eyes previously glued to your hands that were fidgetting restlessly.

Chan's eyes were sparkly, almost as if he had some tears leftover in his eyes from crying, but he never did. Your eyebrows crunched together, your heart aching to choose between a lie or the truth. But just a few more seconds of your eyes in his and you knew what to say.

'I don't know Chris, today was...', you looked down and back up to his gentle expression, making you feel more at ease that he wouldn't judge whatever you were going to say. 'Today was a lot', you spoke quietly as a tear rolled down your cheek.

Chan didn't waste much time to lift his hand from the bed to wipe the tear away. His simple but warm touch making you feel heard and loved.

'I know baby', Chan responded as he guided your hand in his, drawing circles over the top of it. You watched your hand in his, no longer looking up at him.

"You know it doesn't matter what they think though right? It wouldn't change anything between us', Chan tried to reassure you. You held his hand tighter, breathing out a few more tears and stopping them eventually.

'You're right, I just...I just really want them to like me', you replied. With every sentence you two shared your bodies couldn't help but move in closer to each other in a need for more comfort.

'Even if it's just a part of how much you like me, you know', you continued. 'Hey...', Chan whispered, two of his warm fingers wrapping around your chin to guide you back to look at him. This time his eyes really seemed teary, not just full of their usual spark, however his smile slowly grew.

'I don't just like you', Chan whispered almost so close that a kiss too soon could have prevented all of this from coming out. You couldn't help but lean in even though you know more was coming, placing a soft kiss of encouragement on his lips.

Even with a small kiss both of you were out of breath, eyes glued together. Chan soon pulled you even closer by the small of your back, his hand eagerly rubbing your thigh higher and higher the longer you two were kissing. Before you could even register this moment in your head you moved on top of him, continuing to kiss him eagerly.

'You didn't even let me finish my sentence', Chan teased as he moved his kisses down your neck instead, his hands resting gently on your waist. His big lips made it feel even better, always wrapping so easily around the skin to leave his mark too. No matter what his parents thought of you, Chan never cared enough to stop showing the world that you were his.

The longer he kissed your neck the stronger the pulsing between your legs became, the more you could feel him right below you too. You moved your hands over his back, touching him all the way up to back of his neck where goosebumps had formed from your touch.

He hummed against you sweetly as your fingers disappeared into his hair, lacing your fingers into the strands to guide him downwards towards your chest.

'Just show me instead'

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suengmi · 1 year

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context: gn!reader, bff!hyunjin, bff!chan, lots of silly humour

prompt: fluff/comfort drabble where chan/hyunjin get you off your desk cause you are too stressed for your upcoming regional language exam as its important and you are burnt out as hell

warnings: no warnings needed, kinda proofread, a/n at bottom

wc: .9k

╌╌╌╌ it's the hundredth, or maybe two hundredth page that you've read on this one subject. you had dreaded this, knowing how important this was for your future.

it had been a long month, you weren't behind by any means, just frustrated with the work load you had sitting before you on your desk at home.

the regional language exam.

the one exam you were most worried about, the one that eventually pushed you over the edge.

as you look down at the page you see the words almost dancing, your vision blurring the more your eyes widen to try and make sense. there's a word that stands out to you, but you cant remember what it was. every fibre in your being needs to know this word, wants to know this word. for the life of you, you can't remember.

being interrupted by a groan from your friend, you turn to look behind you. chan, his usual cute expression now replaced by a hard frown as he tries to write something, his tongue sitting on the edge of his lip. hyunjin is beside him, pushing his legs out and stifling a yawn, enjoying the satisfied feeling of a good stretch. how can they be so damn calm? everything was riding from this.

it's when you look back to your page you realise you're about to crack. the words no longer make sense, the symbols scrambling more the harder you look. you can feel it, the tears forming and your mind finally breaking.

hyunjin laughs at something on his face and shows chan, making him chuckle too.

you can't take it any more, every sound was grating in your mind. you'd never been this close to burn out before, maybe you already were.

hyunjin laughs again, scrolling through his phone.

"would you shut up?!"

an awkward silence hits the air, both of your boys looking up at you. they stare at you for a moment, not really sure how to react to your outburst of frustration.

suddenly, you feel awful, you never talk to your friends like that. this wasn't you, this was damn burn out.

"hey, you, uh, you good?" hyunjin says as he tilts his head to the side, his eyes searching your own.

"shit- i'm sorry i'm just..." you trail off, feeling embarrassed with what you did.

chan stands from his chair, using the back of his legs to push it back. as he walks to your side he just holds out his arms, his fingers wriggling for you to bring it in. "come on, get away from that desk."

you eventually melt into his touch, tears spilling over the edge as you cry into his black jumper. chan was always a softy, he didn't always know what to say but he knew when you needed a hug.

hyunjin stands and joins in the hug too, wrapping his long arms around your waist to wriggle you around.

"stop!" you say trying to get out of the gorilla grip both of them have on you.

"no, not until you stop crying." hyunjin laughs, squeezing you tighter.

"oh you want it tighter? is that what they said?" chan says in a mocking fashion, clasping his hands behind you so you can't escape.

"no no!" you squeal out, your mind finally seeming to calm down a bit.

it's not even a second later where both of them raise you up and throw you onto your bed, much to your protest.

"what are we gonna do?" hyunjin asks chan, fingers tapping on the bottom of his chin in thought.

chan hums, copying hyunjin's stance, his brows comically frowning. "i've never seen it this bad doctor, i think they need the good stuff."

"oh, we can't, that's only for dire situations!" hyunjin gasps, shaking his head. "we can't!"

chan takes in a sharp breath, eye wide as he looks at you. "we have to doctor, get it, get it now!"

your giggles fill the room, your mind reeling with the display of theatre in front of you. hyunjin runs out your door, socks sliding along the wooden floors as he skids around the corner.

it doesn't take long for him to run back, a whole tub of ice cream in his hand and three spoons.

"it's not or never doctor." chan says to hyunjin, taking the tub into his hand.

hyunjin covers his eyes, turning to dramatically place a hand on the door frame. "i can't look, you do it!"

chan flops onto the bed, his hands out to you with the ice cream tub on them.

"quickly!" he yells into the bed, voice slightly muffled.

with a laugh you take the ice cream, your hand eagerly opening the fresh tub.

"did they take it?" hyunjin questions, his voice cracking in a fake cry.

"yes doctor, you've saved the day!" chan laughs, sitting on the bed next to you.

hyunjin turns from the door frame, hand on his heart as he sighs. "that was close."

it's right this second that you realise how grateful you are for your friends. you're still worried about what's going to happen, if you're going to pass or not.

when you look up at them both they're still laughing, fighting over who gets the next scoop of ice cream. at least with the two of them there to support you and egg you on, you knew you could do it. this is exactly what you needed.

but hey, if you were gonna fail you'd fail together at least.

a/n: ow my love ): i know it can be so damn stressful, sorry this took longer than i had anticipated, make sure you're drinking water and fuelling your body ♡ you can do this!!! ended up being not drabble sorry lkjdljalsk i didn't know if u wanted both in there but here ya go

#hyunjin x reader #chan x reader #bangchan x reader #stray kids x reader #myfic #stray kids fic #skz fic #skz #hyunjin x gn reader #bangchan x gn reader #bangchan #hyunjin #this is SOFT #i had fun writing this!!!

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getyourdirtyhandsoffme · 6 months

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SKZ REACT TO "SEND PIC" TEXT

Straykids (Hyung line) x Male reader (or gn reader in a way) [Best Friend]

Warning: Grammar probably sucks ...anyways. My first time posting. Fluff.

PART 2

BANGCHAN:

LEE KNOW:

CHANGBIN:

HYUNJIN:

I'll post the maknae line next depending how good this goes. Plus, I need more male readers...and gn. Not only that, I don't know how to use Tumblr 💀 send help.

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noisyquokka · 8 months

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By A Thread...

PAIRING - Chan x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - When life leaves you hanging off the end of your rope, fighting on your own is a struggle. You thank the universe for giving you that one person who can always make those struggles a little more bearable.

WORDCOUNT - 3.5k

WARNINGS - TRIGGER WARNING *** Talks/thoughts of suicide, description of panic attacks, anxiety, reader's mental health has tanked (Please don't read if you aren't comfortable with these)*** angst, comfort, emotional support, childhood friends || Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N - I started this writing piece to help me get through a really tough mental health episode. While I didn't finish it during that time, something brought me back to it recently and it's a bittersweet feeling to have completed it. After thinking about things for a bit, I've decided that I'd post this for anyone else who may be going through those difficult thoughts, or who has in the past. Chan's Room has always been a safe space for me, and I know a lot of us resonate with that.

Knowing this is a heavy fic, I feel it appropriate to leave a link to suicide hotlines. This site has international hotlines for those of you outside of the U.S. as well as other useful info. I know this planet is a questionable place to be existing on at the moment, but the human experience isn't complete without some struggles. We can all get through it, whatever it is we're struggling with. I'm proud of you! 💛

You shut the door to the apartment, slugging your shoes off at the entrance. The stresses of the day weigh heavily on your shoulders, tense and aching as you trudge through the hallway toward your bedroom.

"You're home early." Chan's bubbly voice resonates through the apartment; a welcoming sound. If you would've acknowledged it, that is. Brown eyes shift from the blue-light of the laptop at the lack of a response, catching the ghost of your body whiz through the kitchen from his spot on the sofa. Your footfalls reverberate against the floorboards. It was the door slamming shut, rattling the walls, the electrifying static that had purged into the space. That's when Chan knew that something wasn't right.

You sag against the woodgrain of the door, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of self-consoling as you slowly slide floorward on shaky legs. Breaths come in shallow puffs of air, your lungs constricting like a mouse in the death grip of a python. Everything that had happened today had finally tripped the tidal wave of negative thoughts you had been pushing down for... God knows how long now. You can't remember. All you know is you want it to end before these thoughts drag you too deep into the rabbit hole to where you can't crawl back out on your own.

Trembling fingers wipe the tears from your cheeks, although it seems futile when fresh ones retrace their tracks down your skin. You focus in on your breathing with a shaky breath and furrowed brows. A deep breath in. Hold.

5...4...3...2...1...

A deep breath out.

A soft rapping on the door startles you, shoulders jerking violently. You know who it is before he even speaks your name, voice muffled beyond the barrier of the door, soft and laced with concern.

"Hey, you alright?"

The crease between your brows deepen as your ears pop, drums a void of rumbles and vibrations as if someone stuffed them full of cotton. Teary, bloodshot eyes tilt toward the ceiling.

"Yeah," You wince at the warble in your voice, clearing your throat before trying again. "Yeah! I'm fine, Chan." When no response comes from beyond the door, you know. You know that he knows you are far from fine.

Chan's shadow crawls up the hallway of the shared apartment as he shoulders his weight against the doorframe to your room. He could count the amount of times you two have found yourselves in this very predicament on his fingers three times over. Most nights he'd ask if he could come in and you would both talk about what was bothering you.

Tonight wasn't most nights, though.

Chan shifts himself so his back is against the doorframe, sliding down the woodgrain until he's settled on the wood floor, legs crossed beneath him. He bites the flesh of his cheek at the sound of your sniffles, his heart aching in his chest.

"You wanna talk?" He asks, and you feel your composure cracking at his tone. So courteous and careful, like always. You nod your head, tongue darting out to lick chapped lips and salty tears.

"Sure."

"Alright, let's see..." Chan trails off, taking a deep breath as he racks his brain for a topic. Something to take your mind off your troubles. His lips twitch into a ghost of a smile as he turns his head toward the door. "What's your favourite flower?"

"What?" You scoff, wiping the tears from your cheeks. He begins to repeat himself, and you cut him off.

"You already know the answer to that, Chan."

"Sunflowers." He says, resting an elbow against one knee. "We were what... nine and twelve when you became obsessed with them because Ms. Keller had planted some in her yard down the street."

Chan's smiling. You can hear it in his voice.

"When your dad bought some sunflower seeds from the store, you stole some from the bag and I helped you dig a hole in the backyard so you could plant them. You watered them for months until the weather got too cold. They never grew because they were roasted sunflower seeds." He's rattling on as if he's experiencing the memory all over again behind those brown eyes of his.

Your laugh is broken and groggy - a candle's light in the dark, casting away shadows that had built up in the corners of the apartment - but it's the reason that Chan's heart skips when it flows beneath the door.

"Oh my god, I forgot about that," You reply, sniffling behind long sleeves. "I thought if my parents found out we planted them that they'd be mad."

The image of you and Chan sneaking around the yard in search of a shovel and a watering can is a core memory, the spring sunshine kissing your skin. The smell of freshly turned dirt and a handful of salty sunflower seeds is as vivid in your mind as the man beyond the door.

"But the next spring, Ms. Keller came over and helped us plant some sunflowers in your yard because your dad seen us trying to plant his roasted seeds in the far corner of the garden."

You chuckle as Chan recalls the memory, eyes downcast to the floor. Everything was so carefree and enjoyable as a kid, and now it feels like work to find just a fraction of enjoyment in your life. Too much anxiety over whether or not you're on the right path, nevermind worrying that you're going about living life the wrong way. As if there's some manual to go by. Your chest tightens and you hold your breath, wet lashes fluttering.

Everything is quiet for a moment, save for the wall clock ticking softly.

"I understand why you always loved them." Chan says, and for a moment it sounds like words he didn't mean to verbalize. You know him better than that. "They're so vibrant and full of life - just like you."

You swallow down the ball of nerves, but that does nothing to quell your active tear ducts. Chan tilts his head toward the door at the sounds of your untamed whimpers, brows furrowing.

"Can I come in?" His voice is sheer lace, delicate as he reaches out to you. And you are well beyond your breaking point, rubbing at your wet, matted lashes. He listens carefully for the sounds of shuffling beyond the door, or even your verbal consent.

The lock on the door lets off a subtle click as you wrap shaky fingers around the knob and twist. He's off the floor before you can swing the door open, meeting your gaze with ember eyes that shine like the hearth of a home.

There you are.

The one constant in Chan's life since the first grade. You, standing in front of him in your crumbling state, trying desperately to hold yourself together like a tattered flag in a storm; a whole piece of fabric battered and torn by gale force winds, frayed edges violently tearing away until single threads are all that's left.

And there he is. Your life raft saving you from drowning in the choppy waters of your mind. Chan stands with open arms, awaiting the inevitable weight of your head against his chest. Your skeleton rattles against wound muscle and vermilion-coated veins when you take a step forward. As the weight of your world comes crashing down upon his shoulder, he holds you with the utmost care, strong arms encircling you as if afraid that you would break under the pressure. The warmth of his body only eggs on the tears, breaking your composure further as you collapse into him. Sobs wrack your body, muffled in his shoulder. Shaky fingers grasp for something to hold onto.

"It's alright," Chan murmurs, digging his nose into your scalp. You feel him press kisses into your scalp, breathing you in as your tears seep into the fabric of his shirt. Fingers splay against your back, soothing shapes and gentle motions running the expanse of your spine, rocking the two of you back and forth. His warmth cradles you, soothes your pain. You never feel shame in these arms. Only the strongest, surest form of love and support that you could ever find in someone. Chan's heart drums against his chest. "You can let it out, it's just me."

You don't know what Gods had decided that you were worthy of such a soul, but right now the only way you think you can thank them is through your violent sobs. Grief and gratitude blend together. You needed this comfort desperately, and it shows in your inconsolable tears. In how quiet you are, unable to verbalize much of your inner monologue when it's thrashing around the confines of your psyche like a hurricane. If a Category five was the worst, you were sitting at a nonexistent Category seven. Chan's words echo in your mind.

"They're so vibrant and full of life - just like you."

There's no point in trying to compose yourself. The floodgates have opened. You feel yourself overheating and yet you crave the comfort that Chan is offering, whispering words of encouragement as you press your face into his shoulder. Soothing each scar that litters the muscle in your chest that beats like hummingbird wings.

"Am I a bad person for wanting to die?"

Your brain is so overwhelmed that your mouth opens without a second thought. You hope your words fall on deaf ears, what with how most of them were interrupted by broken hiccups and a pounding head. But when Chan's body goes rigid under your touch, you know he's heard you. His grip tightens, your name whispered against your hair as his voice catches in his throat. If he felt something was off when you walked in the door earlier, it was painfully obvious now. You were lost. Utterly lost and alone, sending out an S.O.S in the labyrinth of your miserable mind. He's talked you down from the brink of destruction many times through the years. To say he was heaven-sent would be a severe understatement. But this was different to the others. Hearing those words come from anyone was enough to bowl him over. Hearing them come from your mouth, though? He's never heard you speak this way in all his years of knowing you. He wanted to know what had been the origin of your tears, but this was not where he expected the conversation to go.

Your breath catches as you sense how much your words affected him. Chan's silence weighed heavily in the air, your words sinking into the hard wood floors until they were weighted with lead. You pull away from him, gaze downcast as you wipe away the tears on your face. A flood of guilt crashes over you, throat constricting like a zip tie closing around your esophagus.

Put the mask back on. Rebuild your walls. You've fucked up now.

"I-I'm fine. I didn't mean to- I'm sorry." You turn your head, unable to bring yourself to look at your best friend since childhood as more tears fall from doused lashes. Your chest tremors for putting that burden on him, something you hadn't meant to say in the first place. You've never said those words out loud before. You never wanted people to worry. Never wanted to be a problem for them. But here you stand, bearing intrusive thoughts to your best friend. It was like throwing a pile of bricks at him and expecting him to bear all that weight with no trouble.

"You're not. Look at me, listen to me." He says, taking your shaking shoulders with a gentle yet firm grip to turn you towards him again. Calloused fingers brush against your jaw, tipping your chin up to meet your glassy eyes. Brown optics flicker across your face, moving from feature to feature with the deepest concern. There's an emptiness in your eyes that twists Chan's heart, the ache so miserable that tearing the muscle from behind the wall of marrow would be more bearable than leaving it be. Chan's tone is adamant, steady despite the weight of the words you've just entrusted to him. "No, you're not."

New tears retrace the old tracks down exhausted epidermis, eyebrows sliding in as you feel Chan press another kiss to your scalp, lingering a moment longer than before. Chan's response only causes you more anxiety, unsure what exactly he's referring to. Not fine or not a bad person for having such heavy thoughts? He must pick up on it, quick to speak up again.

"You're not a bad person at all, and I think you know that. You're just struggling right now, and that's okay."

You sniffle and shake your head, fighting against a tidal wave of hysterics.

"But, what if I..." You swallow, your mind so jumbled you're unable to spit out the words in their original form. "What if I can't get through this?"

"Oh, love..." Chan murmurs, his voice tremulous. It takes everything in him to reign in his own tears. The very thought of you giving in to those intrusive thoughts is like driving a dagger through his heart. His hands leave your face and wrap around you again, his strong hold tightening until you're lifted off the ground, cradled in his arms as he walks toward your bed. You are so tired, physically and mentally overwhelmed by his compassion and the gentle way in which he carries you. You fold into him like a tired newborn. Being tucked into secure arms as he lays you in bed feels like something more intimate than anything you've ever known. Chan is quick and careful when he settles in beside you.

"You don't need to say a word," He whispers, brushing stray hairs from your face and wiping your tears. "just listen to me."

You nod, a broken whimper escaping your throat as he pulls you into his arms. Chan rubs your back soothingly, letting you cry like a child, and he holds you like letting you go would be a criminal offense.

"You don't have to tell me what brought you to this point, I don't need to know if you don't want me to." He starts, his voice rumbling through his chest as he speaks. It offers you some modicum of comfort as you rest one of your arms over his torso. He lets out a heavy breath, eyes cast to the ceiling. "You aren't a bad person for having those thoughts. They don't define who you are, or where you're going. The fact that you're telling me this says a lot, that you've been holding this in for God knows how long."

"I'm just- it's so exhausting to keep living." You mumble, wiping at your runny nose. You press yourself further into Chan's side, feeling his arms tighten around you with every shift you make. His gaze falls to you when you speak, taking in every word with sharp ears. "I've had those thoughts, myself, y'know." His voice is thick with unspoken secrets, a heavy breath hitting the crown of your head - shallow and sharp. You lay with your head against his chest, silent as he confesses to his own feelings of hopelessness.

You've never seen Chan lose the façade of the stable best friend. Even through the stresses of high school, he was the rock, a bastion of strength and resilience. But Chan knows. He knows what those thoughts are like, the struggle of falling asleep while trying to fend off cackling demons from the foot of the bed. The pain of trying so hard to fit the mold that society has crafted, that every single individual is expected to fit to a T.

Perhaps that's why he knows how to soothe you, how to take care of you and hold back his own tears. Even if he doesn't know how frayed and weathered your thread on this life is.

"I never told you about them. Never told anyone, really. I put all my feelings into songwriting, even if I never released half of them." Chan's body relaxes beneath you as the weight of his secrets leaves him. A half-hearted sigh. A lazy hand traces the curve of your back in a calming gesture, the rhythm of his fingers almost hypnotizing.

"You always believed in my impossible dreams... encouraged me to pursue them like it was your calling in life. You made me happy through all of my downfalls." You pick your head up at his words, resting your chin against his breast. Two pairs of eyes lock on one another. There's a ghost of a smile quirking Chan's lips after a moment, brown eyes glowing like the embers of a fire.

"You're one of the good ones." He pauses, bringing a hand up to swipe at the stray hairs in your face, running his fingers through the locks like he always does. "You're so much that this world doesn't deserve, but everything that is needed. Just like those sunflowers that summer. Little seeds that were waiting for their chance to shine, and you lit them up like little beacons of hope."

Even though fresh tears are streaming down your face, Chan beams at the soft laugh that you release. It's genuine this time, unbroken and featherlight. Childlike. These tears aren't ones of hopelessness and sleepless nights, but of gratitude and love for the person embracing you. The way Chan speaks to you, the way he's willing to offer up his strength and his heart without expecting anything of you in return is exactly what you need. In a world filled with harsh realities and high expectations and constant beat downs, he is the personification of empathy. His voice calms your anxious mind, even if his words don't completely wipe out the heavy storm. He tames it, eases the hurricane force winds and manifests a steady rain that could lull you to sleep.

"I'm not going to let you drown, alright. I know things seem rough right now, but you've accomplished so much and you're gonna do so much more." Chan's eyes burn into yours, unwavering in his conviction. You feel the pad of his thumb against your cheek as he wipes more tears away, the heat and passion in his expression shifting to tenderness as he speaks. "As long as I'm here, you'll never be alone in this."

His words are the affirmations you've told yourself for months, fighting your negative thoughts with positivity that only worked for so long. But the words held an air of certainty coming from Chan. There's value in them. It's the first time in a long time that hearing someone - even yourself - telling you that it's going to be okay brings you some semblance of peace, of safety. Knowing that things can get better given a little time. Sunflowers only bloom after some tender loving care; you learned that back when you were kids.

God damn, were you determined back then...

Every fiber of Chan's body exudes safety as he run his hands through your hair, your tears faltering with every delicate touch as you shed the weight of inner phantoms that you've repressed for forever. Your eyes close at the gesture, feeling his heartbeat thunder beneath your palm.

"You take care of me, I take care of you. Like it's always been."

You pick up on the strain in his tone, eyes wide when you open them again. Tears threaten to spill over Chan's lower lashes, unable to hold back those emotions any longer. Your fingers are still trembling lightly when you reach up and wipe them away, mirroring the actions he's been calming you with all night. You feel the arm around your torso squeeze you once, almost a silent thank you for that comfort, even in the state you're currently in.

"You ok?" He asks.

"Not quite," You mutter, sniffling as you keep your eyes on him. "but I'm better than I was an hour ago. All thanks to you."

Chan smiles; one of those smiles that isn't much, but somehow it still reaches his eyes.

"Good, that's good." He pulls you further up, pressing his fingers into your spine. "Now how about I order us some take out and you and I sit and watch a movie? Maybe that new one that you said looks laughably terrible? Or a comfort movie? Your choice."

"Can we lay here for ten more minutes?" You ask. You've already dropped your head against his chest, eyes closed as you listen to his heart thump against sturdy muscle.

"Ten more minutes. Twenty, if you need. I'm not going anywhere." Chan's reply is soft and slow as he continues to hold you close, your tears drying as seconds turn to minutes. You melt into his warmth, pressing further against his neck. Chan mirrors you, a silent reassurance that he's here; now and always.

In Chan's arms you're both so small, so powerless as you confront the demons that have long haunted you. There's no rushing here. Healing isn't a process that can be rushed. He doesn't need you to say a word or do anything. There's nothing more to say, no. He'll just hold you with everything he has. You relax against him, breaths evening out as you feel exhaustion take over.

As your eyes close, you feel the past few months recede.

The future seems less daunting. Just as the pieces shatter, you are finally ready to begin picking them up and piece them back together. It'll get ugly; viscous and foreboding. But Chan is willing to help you with such a demanding process.

That's everything that keeps you going.

It's what keeps you alive.

If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

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shoverse · 10 months

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꒰ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ skz hyung! line - sending them nudes ꒱

🍥 pairing; bangchan x gn! reader, lee know x gn! reader, changbin x gn! reader, hyunjin x gn! reader

🍥 cw; NSFW, cussing, sex references, nudes, sub reader, established relationships

🍥 a/n; once again, NSFW. read at your own risk. join my taglist

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shaylixie · 10 months

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The Great Gatsby

Word Count: 2922

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Bang Chan x gn!reader

Requested: No.

Summary: Chan throws a party a while after not seeing you.

Warnings / Contains: Alcohol consumption; language; dialogue heavy; lots of characters.

A/N: Omg, where do I start? Hi! I'm back and seemingly writing again, lol. Anyway. This is my first fic for Stray Kids. I wrote it just for fun...I wasn't really sure where I was going with it & I just ended up with this. So. Bon appétit. Not sure if you can tell, but I'm a multistan.🤣 Primarily a Stay. I wanted to write something fun and wholesome and fluffy. This is the start of something wonderful! I'm thinking of making this into a loose sort of series? Hm, we'll see. Let me know if you want a part 2, and I'll think about it! Thank you for reading, and enjoy! 💕 Feedback welcome.🤍

You knock on the door of Chan's place, loud enough that it's heard over the blaring music. It opens, and you're faced with an excited expression.

"Y/n! You made it!"

"Hey, Sungie!" you greet Jisung, followed by a warm hug. "I had to see my favourite guy."

"Me or Chan?" he asks with smirk.

Sigh. Okay. So here's the thing.

You and Chan have been friends for...well, enough time. But a small part of you wishes you were more. Okay, fine. A big part of you. See, you caught feelings. But this is your friend you're talking about...you can't ruin your friendship after so many years. Even if you did want to risk it everytime you were with him.

You rolled your eyes, anticipating the familiar endless teasing.

Everyone knew, it seemed. But if Chan was part of "everyone", you didn't know. He certainly didn't act like it.

You walked in and began greeting the rest of your friends. The usual ones were there - that is, the members of Stray Kids, along with a few personal mutual friends - and also a handful of people you didn't know. Other idols, including but not limited to those of JYPE, and friends of friends. It wasn't packed to the brim but it wasn't a small gathering either. A decent enough crowd for it to be considered a party, and for the house to be full.

Of course, knowing the Kids for as long as you did, you knew most of the idols here so you weren't as intimidated as you thought you'd be. Sure, you still got starstruck from time to time. But you were familiar with the JYP family; had befriended them even. You suppose that's the perks of being such a close friend of the Kids. So much so that you're playfully referred to as the 9th member...except you can't sing or dance. Or rap. Or do pretty much any of the extraordinary things they do on a daily. But you still somehow platonically seduced all of them. How? You didn't know, but you didn't care either. This was your family.

After hugging all your friends who you could find at arm's length, you started settling down and adjusting to the atmosphere. Minho handed you a cup and just winked when you asked what was in it. Oh, you were in for it tonight!

"Y/n!!"

You whipped your head around at the familiar voice. There was Chan, bounding towards you with his own cup and his loose fitted tank top. He placed the cup down and lifted you up, spinning you around and sloshing half of your own drink onto the floor.

"Oops! I'll clean that up later," he laughed.

"Channie! I've missed you. How have you been?"

"Great! Except I've really missed you too."

"I know, I'm sorry. Studying has been crazy. I'm here now, though! Catch me up, guys," you say turning to the others.

He threw his arm around you as you drained your cup and then flopped onto the couch, with half of the Kids surrounding you - specifically Minho, Han, Felix and Hyunjin - and also Ryujin, Yeji and Chaeryeong.

You all started talking non-stop about anything and everything, laughing at the most stupidest things. You know, standard feature.

"Oh my gosh, Somi!!!" you suddenly burst out excitedly, leaping off the couch.

You half-skipped-half-ran to your best friend as you giggled together and embraced, jumping up and down.

"Didn't you guys hang out last week?" Hyunjin asked with a weird look on his face, hiding his amusement.

"Yeah but this is my best friend in the whole woooorld!" Somi said as she rocked you side to side, still in an embrace.

"Also how would you know, Jinnie? Do you stalk us?" you asked.

"Ooooooh, he probably stalks all of us," Chaeryeong teased.

"Eww," Hyunjin said with his classic disgusted face. "I saw it on your story, Y/n. Yours is the only one I check all the time...since we're best friends and all you know. Or maybe not..." he ends dramatically.

"Oh shit," says Han.

You roll your eyes, laughing at the constant competition between Hyunjin and Somi.

"You're my guy best friend, Jinnie. Somi is my girl. You know this."

"Yeah, I'm her girl," Somi teases, wiggling her eyebrows. She makes playful kissy faces at your cheek and you turn around last minute, making her kiss you on the lips. Everyone bursts out laughing, and somewhere in the room you hear a cat whistle. It makes you and Somi double over laughing, not fazed at all by your friendly flirty dynamic.

Chan stands up again and pulls both you and Somi into a hug.

"I gotta go say hi to a few more people, I'll be right back," he says looking at you.

"Wait!" Felix shouts. He runs to pull you, Chan and Somi into his arms. "Group hug!"

You pull him into your arms at the sight of his happy face and everyone leaps up from their respective places on the floor and the couch until your face is buried in Chan's chest and you can't breathe, let alone lift your head up. All you hear is cheers going up as people start to randomly join, and you giggle wondering how drunk everyone is. When the hug eventually ends, everyone's moods lifted even higher than before, you and Somi part as the rest do the same, all going to mingle.

"So...I saw how he had his arm around you," Somi says, bumping your shoulder.

"Ugh, it doesn't mean anything...but I loved it so much, Som! Like...I just wanna stay like that. I'm lovesick. I need another drink if I'm gonna get through this night."

"Already on it," she laughs, pouring you a drink. "But we gotta take a shot first!"

As she pours the shot, Sana and Dahyun come over with Jackson Wang from China (as you lovingly call him) and more hugs ensue.

"Shots? Count us in!" says Jackson.

You all take a shot together...and then another one. Hey, you may not party much (like, at all), but when you do...you DO.

Next you know, Sana is grabbing your hand and Dahyun is leading you outside onto the makeshift dance floor (the lawn). Everyone is vibing and jumping up and down and busting out their best (and worst) moves all over the yard and you can't help but join in on the fun. You dance (is that what you call it?) with your friends surrounding you, all letting loose and having a fun time, their idol masks surrendered. You can't remember the last time you had this much fun. At some point, Changbin and Chan join in, and Changbin grabs your hand and dips you, making you squeal. You hold him tightly around his neck and drop a hand to his bicep, squeezing there.

"I've been working out!" he shouts over the music with a huge grin. He knows how much you love feeling his muscles up, and he loves how much you do. It's become something of an inside joke between you.

"I can tell! They're even bigger than last time!"

"You're drooling, Y/n!" shouts Chan. "What about me?"

Changbin lifts you up again and you bound up to Chan, squeezing his bicep too. You make a show of thinking hard.

"It needs more work!" you say, stifling a laugh.

Chan pouts, making you fail at holding your laugh back. He laughs too then, grabbing your hand. You relish at the feeling of his hand in yours, and next thing you know, you're running behind Chan, following him inside the house and up the stairs. He stops outside one of the closed bedrooms, the both of you breathing hard.

"I really did miss you," he says softly, but loud enough for you to hear over the music and laughter. He pulls you into a tight hug then, and you blink out of shock.

"Are you drunk?" you giggle.

"A little. But I missed you when I was sober. And I'll miss you when I'm wasted. And hungover too. And then sober again."

You laugh and boop his nose. "I missed you too, Channie." You dip your head to hide your face before saying the next part. "More than you'll ever know..."

"Yeah?" He looks at you like he genuinely wants to know.

"Yeah...yeah, of course."

The two of you are silent for a bit after that, just staring at each other. It's a comfortable silence. The type you always have with him.

He clears his throat. "I, uhm. I...how drunk are you?"

"Surprisingly not drunk at all," you say honestly. "Tipsy...but I'm fine. You?"

"Not drunk enough," he laughs. "I'm still okay."

"Good."

"I'm asking because...well...I wanted to tell you something."

"Good or bad?" you ask nervously.

He laughs just as nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "It depends..."

"Yeah?"

"I uhm..." he trails off, stepping closer to you.

Your heart is beating so far out your chest, you think he can see it.

"I don't know how to say it. But I-...we're friends, right? Good friends?"

You're about to answer when suddenly-

"CHAN HYUNG!"

You're interrupted by Minho's yelling, and you make a mental note to kick him in the shin later. Chan drops his head in exasperation, then laughs.

"Give me a second," he says apologetically.

"YEAH?!" he shouts back, halfway down the stairs.

"WE GOT THE BEER PONG ALL SET UP. YOU COMING?"

"YEAH, I'LL BE DOWN IN A SEC!"

He runs back up to you then, about to say something, but seemingly changing his mind.

"Minho set up the beer pong. It's your favourite game..." he winks at you. "Be on my team?"

You shove down the anxiety of the previous moment and agree, hoping the beer will help. You hate beer, but it is your favourite game after all. Chan takes your hand again, and you go over to the living room where the beer pong is set up.

"So, who are Chan and I winning against?" you ask to the room around you, feeling much more confident because of the alcohol. Oh - confident about talking to an entire room of people - not about winning. You're always confident about that.

Seungmin walks up with Chaeyoung from Twice.

"You sure you can beat us?" he quips.

"Yeah, sorry Y/n, but I'm pretty good at beer pong," Chaeyoung says.

"Oh, don't worry. You haven't met my Y/n here," Chan says.

Your heart skips 3 beats at that - "my Y/n" - and you have to ignore the urge to check your pulse to see if you're dead.

"Let's go, Old Man! Try to keep up," teases Seungmin.

Chan rolls his eyes at the familiar nickname.

The game starts, and everyone who isn't passed out or dancing gathers round. Minnie and Chaeyoung go first, and Chae gets it in first try. The crowd goes wild. You chug down the drink as Chan goes next...and misses. Seungmin laughs and says something about "losing with the old man." It's your turn now, and lo and behold, you get it in.

"Not bad...not bad..." Chae says, and downs the drink.

Seungmin goes next and misses, which causes Chan to start teasing him back. "What's all that about an old man, huh??"

"Girl power! Yes, Queens! Slay!" shouts a drunk Yuna, and everyone laughs.

The game continues with various hits and misses, and the 4 of you progressively get drunker off the beer. Finally, it's down to the last cup on both sides. After what seems like an eternity of back and forth throwing, you land the ball in the cup. Stunned, no one reacts at first. Then the whole room erupts and everyone starts surrounding you and Chan and you think you hear Seungmin scream "FUCK!" but you're not sure because Chan has picked you up and he's spinning you around and shouting "That's my girl!" and everyone is too drunk and excited to question it and the euphoria spreads through the room. Ah, yes, you think. Beer pong is your favourite game.

Seated around the bonfire, spread out equally on blankets on the floor and chairs, are all of your favourite people. Well, some are missing because they went home and others are passed out in Chan's guest room and on his couches and maybe one or two on the floor. But most of your favourite people surround you right now, and a peaceful atmosphere decends over the night. Softer music is now playing as everyone sings along, swaying and sitting half on top of each other. You walk out of the house filled with people spread around drinking water and eating bread and ice cream, trying to sober up before they go home. Chan is still beside you, and he walks up to the only remaining empty seat, vacated by Jackson whose Uber just arrived. He sits down before realising you have no place to sit, and then stands up just as fast, offering you his seat.

"Just let her sit on your lap," says Somi, drunk and drowsy, half lying on Yeji on the floor.

A chorus of "oooohs" go up, and Chan's ears go red.

"Everyone is sitting on everyone anyway," Jeongin points out.

"I mean, if you're comfortable..." Chan says softly only to you before sitting down and holding your waist lightly.

You drop gently into his lap and he pulls you against him, wrapping his strong arms around you. You hold his arms back, and cuddle into his warmth. It's a warm night with a cool breeze, but you savour his body heat anyways. You shiver, and not from the breeze. You feel him hold you even tighter after that, and you're glad he can't see your blushing face. Hyunjin winks at you, and Felix smiles at you knowingly from between Jinnie's legs. Your blush deepens. You soon get caught up in the conversation, laughing and throwing comments in here and there. The topic changes and you take to just listening. But you're interrupted by a soft voice in your ear.

"I'm really glad you came," Chan says softly.

"I'm glad too. I loved- I mean, it was nice seeing you."

Chan chuckles, not oblivious to your change of words.

"I loved seeing you too."

You dip your head in embarrassment.

"I mean it. It would have sucked if you weren't here," he continues.

"Sucked? Hey, you still would have had a good time with everyone else..." you point out.

"Yeah, yeah you're right. But it wouldn't be the same without you, you know? It wouldn't have been as good. I'm just really glad you came."

"Why wouldn't I?" you ask. "It's your party, after all."

You don't know if it's because you're still both a little drunk or because of the soft, romantic atmosphere or the intimacy of everyone around you, but he admits, "Yeah, that I threw for you."

You scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion. "For me?"

"Yeah. I wanted an excuse for you to come...it ended up becoming bigger than I planned though. Much bigger," he laughs shyly.

You laugh at that then, and then start laughing harder, earning you a few looks. Pleased ones, at that.

"What?" he asks, slightly embarrassed.

"No...nothing. You just...you sound like Gatsby."

He laughs then too, his body shaking against yours.

"Nerd."

"Shut up!" You swat him playfully. "Everyone knows Gatsby." A pause. "I had fun tonight, Channie. A lot of fun."

He grins, his eyes squinting at the action and his cheeks dimpling. "I love it when you call me that."

"Channie..." you tease.

He tickles you then, and you squirm in protest.

Once you quieten down, he asks for the second time that night, "How drunk are you?"

"Uhm, not that drunk. I can Uber back safely."

"Oh," he says. Is that disappointment you hear?

"Why?" you ask.

"Oh uhm, I was just asking. I wanted to know if you'd feel better staying over. You can have my room - I can sleep on the couch. If it's not already taken..." he laughs. "I mean, the guys are staying over. I thought we could nurse our hangovers together, you know? Besides, it's too late for you to go back alone. I don't feel right about it."

You smile, hoping for this outcome.

"I'll stay. But on one condition..."

"Mhm?"

"You have to sleep in your room. I don't feel right kicking you out. Besides, I'm on your lap right now anyway. What difference does sharing a bed make? Lord knows I've fallen asleep on you so many times before..." You giggle together at the various memories.

You can hear the smile in Chan's voice as he says, "Deal."

You snuggle into him further, your head in the crook of his neck and his scent all around you, and you know it's not possible, but he pulls you even closer. He joins in on the singing around the bonfire as the song changes, and you smile at his lovely voice. Looking around you, you can't help but feel your heart swell to three times its size. Here are most of your favourite people, your deepest loved ones, sitting in the same place with smiles on their faces and love all around. You wish you could capture this feeling forever and get drunk on it every night. But you can't, so you settle for relishing in it deeply right now. You're grateful and loved and everything is perfect, and you wouldn't ask for more.

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