Their s/o has a lot of tattoos
Pairing: skz ot8 × gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff, reaction
Request: Hi ☺️ can you do a skz request where their s/o has a lot of tattoos? (Gn reader please)
Warnings: I probably repeat the word tattoo way more than recommended
A/n: all done <3 I really hope you like it!
Bang Chan
Finds it very very sexy of you (and kinda badass). He loves it so much when you don't cover them up with clothing and also likes when you explain the story behind each one of them. Will help you take good care of any new tattoo you might get.
Lee Know
Fans should be thankful for your relationship because since he met you he shows up with a temporary tattoo every new comeback; always asks your opinion on what he should get every time. Volunteers to go to appointments with you. "When are you going to tattoo our cats?".
Changbin
He's your biggest fan. Will compliment you left and right about the tattoos at any chance he gets (as he should). I feel like he would love to have matching tattoos if you're up to it. Either way his first one would most certainly be related to you somehow.
Hyunjin
His favourite hobby is to trace each one of them with his fingers. Possibly starts to draw sketches that are inspirations for tattoos; falls in love even more if you actually use one of his drawings as your next tattoo. Would probably tattoo something with you as his first one.
Han
He's a mix of a blushing mess and an unstoppable flirt; loves when you wear clothes that show a little bit more of skin because then he can see your tattoos better; you are probably the encouragement he needed to get a tattoo on his own.
Felix
Kisses your tattoos (I'm not well). He would also like to trace it with his fingers when you're both in bed or just cuddling; has a whole board on Pinterest and tiktok with tattoos you might like or that just reminded himself of you.
Seungmin
Catches himself admiring the tattoos a bit too much at times. Always enjoys going to appointments with you whenever you want to get a new tattoo; also helps you take care of it; "you should get a stray kids tattoo, just saying."
I.N
Loves to find tattoos inspo for you on instagram; asks you about the process of being tattooed and if it hurts. I just know he will hold back tears if you ever tattoo something that is related to him. Often gets lost admiring your skin.
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genre: angst, hurt/comfort
pov: 2nd person
description: jisung feels guilty about having to cancel your date because of an anxiety attack.
pairing: jisung x reader
warnings: swearing, slight depiction of an anxiety attack
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“I’m sorry,” Jisung quietly mumbles. You almost didn’t hear him over the movie. You almost thought it was a voice actor in the background. Hell, if Jisung didn’t squeeze your arm, and turn further into your side as he said it, you would have thought he was asleep.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Hanji.” You reassure him, gently stroking his hair with your free hand.
The two of you are sitting on Jisung’s bed, watching a show that both of you have seen a million times before. Something that neither of you have to really pay attention to. It's on for noise more than watching.
The two of you were supposed to go on a date. Jisung just came back from traveling the world, touring, and working on nonstop promotions. When he told you that he had an entire date planned at an amusement park, you were a little bit worried. It would have been fine if he had planned it a few weeks, maybe even a month after he got home. But he said that the two of you would go the day after he came home. You know your boyfriend well and you've been watching him from the sidelines of fan videos and whatever content the company put out. You've seen him slowly but surely being worn down mentally over the past few months. You didn't want him to overexert himself knowing how he can get anxious in crowded places and social situations.
Still, he insisted that you two meet up at his dorm and then head out together. When you got to his dorm, you could already tell that something was off about him. He was quieter than normal and not quite as excited to see you as you thought he would be after not seeing you for months. His eyes had a faraway stare like he was looking past you and you know he could barely hear you. You tried to convince him to stay home, but still, he kept trying to go out. The two of you made it as far as the bus stop before you felt him starting to shake beside you. You eventually put your foot down and dragged him back home.
"Yeah, but you were excited to go to Lotte World." He whispers.
"It's okay, we can go another time. Lotte World will still be there." You lay your hand on his lap, palm up, so he can take it.
"God," He groans, throwing his head back. "I fuck everything up. I just wanted to spend time with you and I can't even do that."
"Hey," you grab the remote and pause the show before turning your body towards him. "don't talk about my boyfriend like that."
"You should get a new boyfriend. One you don't have to take care of all the time."
You press your lips into a fine line as you study his face. His dark brown eyes are puffy and glassy as they stare deep into your eyes. The tip of his nose is also red. You know he's been silently crying for a little bit, probably stressing over the date. You've been wordlessly wiping his tears away for him or handing him tissues. The sight of him breaks your heart knowing how bad he feels about the sudden change of plans.
"I don't want a new boyfriend. I'm perfectly happy with the one I have now. And couples are supposed to take care of each other. It's 50/50."
"More like 90/10," He mumbles to himself.
"Hanji--"
Jisung lets out a frustrated groan. "I don't know why I feel like this."
"Jisung,"
"It's literally my job to go out and do these things and I can't even take you out on a freaking date? Pathetic,"
"Han Jisung,"
You cup Jisung’s face and force him to look at you. Really look at you. His head is heavy in your hands as he seems to just relax into your touch. Your thumbs gently stroke his cheeks, something he’s done for you more times than you can count to calm you down. Somehow, it’s slowly working for him. You can't help but push your thumbs into the soft skin of his cheeks.
"Stop playing with my cheeks like they're stress balls," He whines, chuckling a bit.
"It's de-stressing you a bit, you even cracked a small smile." You press a soft kiss into his forehead. "Hanji, you don't have to apologize for today okay? We can always go to the amusement park. I like spending quiet moments like this with you anyways. I'm just glad you're feeling a little better."
"Well, then tomorrow--"
"Let's just focus on today's date."
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Hyunjin X M! Reader - Dancer AU | SMAU | !!!MASTERLIST!!!
Status: Ongoing
Ch. 1 - Can I get your Number?
Ch. 2 - He’s so hot
Ch. 3 - Meeting with JYP
Ch. 4 - Meeting Stray Kids
Ch. 5 - I’m attractive?
Ch. 6 - Tokyo
Ch. 7 - Friend?
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The Way You Shatter | h. js.
➸ synopsis: you should love him. you do love him. but not like this.
➸ starring: han jisung x female reader(ft. a mention of another skz member)
➸ word count: 1.6k
➸ general content: probably the angstiest thing I have ever written. unrequited love, established relationship, mentions of metaphorical blood
➸ warnings: alcohol consumption, no real happy ending
➸ rating: teen+
➸ author’s note: a fic I wrote after I broke up with my boyfriend a few years back. I always see people talking about how hard it is to have your heart broken, but no one ever mentions the pain of knowing you have to break someone's heart, to do the right thing. so I wrote this to cope and process my feelings, in the hope that maybe this would help someone going through a similar situation. you are so not alone.
♫ recharge- yasumu
“I don’t wanna break up with you.”
Somehow, these are the scariest words that have ever been uttered to you.
For the first time, someone has given you their heart; something so precious and invaluable, fragile and vulnerable, and you don’t know what to do with it. You don’t have a clue.
He’s looking at you with watery eyes, the same eyes you once saw long nights and baby names inside of. A future. Something to build forever upon.
Now all you see is dark umber rimmed with red.
You’re supposed to say something back, you realize. People don’t give others their heart so they can zone out and stare at the wall, leaving the blood to seep out between their fingers.
You know exactly what you’re supposed to say to make the tears stop. You want to rub the space between his eyebrows until the wrinkles that lie there smooth out, until the corners of his mouth lift in relief. You want to run so far away from him; erase any chance of you hurting him again. Invent time travel and stop yourself from saying yes too quickly.
“I don’t wanna break up with you either.”
The words taste so vile in your mouth. You hate yourself for every syllable you speak. Liar, you hear yourself say in the back of your mind.
You almost don’t recognize your own voice; thick with tears and stress and yet so devoid of emotion. There are robots with more character. Again but with more feeling, the director in your head screams at you.
But Jisung doesn’t seem to think any of that, no— he lets out a broken sigh, squeezing your hand in his, and it feels as if you’re being suffocated. As if the thumb caressing your knuckle is slanting against your windpipe, stopping you from saying the words you desperately need to tell him.
You feel yourself continue talking. Reassuring him that you’ll get through this, that you can work through this together. That you’re just going through a dry spell. You can’t tell who you’re trying to convince anymore.
Please stop talking. Please, you’re only making it worse.
Even the people pleaser inside of you is wincing, knowing that this cannot last for long. That you cannot pretend for another second. That your words are more hollow than sparrow bones.
Please don’t believe me. Please figure it out so I don’t have to splinter your heart by hand.
Your eyes meet with his and you finally notice it. How his eyes don’t penetrate past your physical appearance anymore. How the idea of love isn’t immortalized in his irises.
It finally clicks once you stop talking, but not in the satisfying way legos do. It manifests in your stomach dropping, the thought that no, this cannot be remedied, you have crossed the point of no return but will not be paying the price.
You have effectively shoved shards of glass into the heart in your hand. With every sentence you spoke, you mindlessly wove together a world where you could continue, with him. With his chestnut hair and round cheeks, his sweet songs and guitar melodies, his full laugh, his doc martens.
You should love him. You do love him.
But not like this.
And so the world you wove together takes its strings and wraps them around your neck, all of the promises working together against you, and you curse your tongue for being so quick to please, his eyes for begging you to make the pain go away.
“I love you,” he says, voice barely above a whisper as he looks up at you, eyes expectant.
You must say it back. After everything you’ve said, you have to right? Maybe the feeling will come back, if it was ever there. Maybe you won’t compromise yourself to ensure a smile again. Maybe you’ll repeat the words back and it won’t feel like you’re removing a shard from his heart, and shoving it right into your own.
But it’s in saying the words that you realize what a mistake you’ve made. You wonder if Jisung could finally tell you about the thing each of his songs talk about. Looking into your eyes, he is bound to figure out what love is.
After all, you’re much more likely to notice something when it’s not there.
“I love you too.”
In its absence.
…
“As long as you love him, I think you guys will be okay.” He raises his bottle to his lips, half expecting you to nod your head, say something, have some sort of reaction.
But you sit across from him, lifeless, and instead of waiting for the cold soju to hit the back of his throat, he tips his head forward, setting the bottle down beside him.
“Y/n,” he says with a hint of concern, “you do love him, right?”
Your eyes dart to his, big and brown, half expecting there to be worry, fear, anything to be swimming in those coffee-colored irises.
Instead you find Hyunjin looking at you with a blank expression, tracing the rim of the bottle opening with his index finger. He’s so carefully neutral about the way he looks right now, which only tells you one thing.
He already knows how you feel.
About Jisung.
You hesitated for a second too long and now you are glass, so perfectly see-through for Hyunjin to dissect and psychoanalyze.
It only takes those two seconds of silence, your hesitation, for Hyunjin to see, to know what has been plaguing your thoughts.
“Yes.” You gulp hard. “Yes, I do love him.” Does love sound like a forced phrase?
Hyunjin is one of those friends that likes to surprise you. With his talent, his paintings, his dances, his outbursts of laughter. He is a constant in your life and yet, you never know what to expect from him.
“But you are not in love with him.”
You did not expect Hwang Hyunjin to read you so easily on the floor of his living room, to explain your situation in the simplest most detailed way possible.
Your mouth opens to fight his suggestion, because in your head, he is wrong. In your head, it is crazy that he would assume such a thing. You kiss Jisung hello and goodbye, you already have his birthday gift, you love his dog, his family, his smile, his laugh. Isn’t it obvious? Isn’t it enough?
Your heart knows it isn’t. Your mouth closes again.
Hyunjin knows what to expect from you, which is why even though he just made a statement, he left it open ended. Open for you to admit that it went wrong, somewhere. There’s no judgement in his eyes; part of you wonders if he’s been here before. Teetering on the line between obligation and feeling. You hope he’s never been here.
But you’ve been here, you feel like you’ve lived a million lifetimes here, and now it feels like the tear rolling down your cheek is the first step down off the tightrope you’ve called home.
You don’t want to admit it. But what’s the use in hiding it— if Hyunjin could see it, who’s to say no one else has? You don’t want to indirectly break Jisung’s heart like that.
Eight words is all it takes for him to break the glass that is you. And you shatter all over his floor.
Hyunjin doesn’t say a word when you sniffle. He picks up his bottle and walks over to you, bunny-shaped slippers stepping on the scattered splinters of you on the floor. He crouches next to you, hooking the cuff of his hoodie around his thumb so he can swipe away the wetness on your cheek.
“Y/n. He will be okay.”
It’s no use, the dam breaks, and Hyunjin catches you as you start sobbing, releasing all of the pent up stress and worry you’ve been holding for weeks. You try to speak but it’s barely understandable, but it’s met with soft hushes, whispers of it’s going to be alright, you didn’t mean to hurt him, you tried, you tried, you tried.
Hyunjin doesn’t say a word when you take his bottle of soju, and down the rest of it in one go. He doesn’t speak when you start stringing your tears into sentences. You let him into the darkest corner of your mind and he doesn’t snoop, he just sits and waits for you to show him around.
And you show him everything. How you never got butterflies when you kissed. How you haven’t felt your heartbeat in months. How you think Bbama understands you better than he does. How he’s never done anything wrong, but the more you try to love him the more you start to resent him. And how the thought of resenting Jisung makes you want to throw up.
You remember the exact moment you realized you weren’t in love with him, how you looked into his eyes and asked yourself, how did it get to this point?
“I don’t want to break up with him,” you whisper out shakily, and Hyunjin nods back at you, still drying your tears with his sleeve. “I know how it would break him. I can’t do that to him.” Not after you reassured him. Not after you splintered his heart and stabbed your own.
Hyunjin has a couple things he could say back to you. He could tell you that it’s no good leading Jisung on from here. That lying to yourself will make you bleed from the inside out. That he doesn’t want to see his two closest friends in tears either.
But the sorrowful look in his eyes tells you all of that already.
“I know,” he sighs, eyes just the tiniest bit more glassy.
What more can be said, really?
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Stray Kids Fan Connecting 2024
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Minho: Why was I such a jerk?
Jisung: Who knows? It was just one of the many things I accepted because you're super hot. I'm kidding... to a degree
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(🧥) /// Soomi's style pt. 2
Daily Outfits !
- Very minimalist
- Mostly black and grey and some other dark colours
- She mostly wear jeans because they are comfortable and convenient
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Sorry, I Love You | Chapter 7
pairing: Jeongin x fem reader
genre/warnings: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, friends to lovers, unrequited love, will they, won’t they dynamic, abusive relationship, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, emotional/psychological abuse
pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)
warnings: swearing, mention of food
summary: Jeongin is in love with his best friend and he has been ever since he met her back in high school. He’s not sure how Y/n feels about him and in order to persevere their friendship, it’s a secret he keeps to himself. But when Y/n starts showing interest in one of their new neighbors, Jeongin starts to worry about the future of their relationship.
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poll for headcannons :)
hello guys! i'm back early from my trip because our flight got cancelled so we had to do multiple stops but i'm back! here's the poll for who is the virgin first in the virgin!headcannons
after i finish one, i'll do the other so they are together, also ot8!kinks are out if you would like to read (it's been out a while, but forgot to mention it)
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Hyunjin X M! Reader - Dancer AU | SMAU | Chapter 1
Ch. 1 - Can I get your Number?
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Background: You’re a backup dancer. You typically dance for groups locally, but sometimes you’ll get the chance to travel on tour with artists. You’re very good friends with everyone in ITZY thanks to Lia (Who you attended highschool with)
A/N: Haven’t decided who you’ll end up with in SKZ yet, leave suggestions in the comments
Word Count: 1.1k
Written: Yes
SMAU: Yes
Proofread: Like halfly
Warnings: Typos probably, Swearing, Y/N and Lia being a Simp
As you smile at yours and Lia’s playful banter, you decide to put your phone away. Flicking the ringer button off, you slip it into your small cross body back you brought with you. As you set it down, you can’t help but glance over at the members of ATEEZ. They were dressed so casually, yet still enough to send your stomach into a frenzy. Not only had you been a fan of them for years, god were they attractive. That would not help you with your image, as same sex marriage or dating was highly frowned upon in Korea. You weren’t famous per se, but you were definitely known here and there. So you had to be just as careful as idols did about how you presented yourself.
You checked the time noticing it was barely 15 minutes until scheduled makeup. 50 until sound check. If you were gonna go to the restroom, you had to go now. Exiting the door and walking down the hallway, the silent clicking of your shoes was the only thing that could be heard as you hurried to the restroom. Eyes scanning every door through the hall until they landed upon the men’s sign. Aware of the short time, you didn’t waste any time opening the door. Though failing to notice the tall and buff build of the guy next to the mirror. Or failing to notice him at all. Putting your hand under the sensor of the fancy sink, you quickly splashed water onto your face. With a couple deep breaths, your hands propped themself as you hunched over the sink. The nervousness only thickened. “Think I’m gonna be sick.” You muttered under your breath as you relaxed your head into your hands. “Are you okay? Do you need some help?”
Eyes shot open.
You knew that voice. You could recognize it anywhere. Although your mind screamed at you to not look at the owner of the voice behind you, your body moved quicker. Whipping around to be met with the strong build of none other than San, one of ATEEZ’s members.
You were next to San. The San. From ATEEZ. The group you’d loved so much and the man you’d found so damn attractive. You could’ve swore you saw all eight of them in the other room. Anxiety must’ve gotten the best of you though, and you failed to notice he wasn’t there. “S-San? Woah what are you doing here?” Breathing out nervously, you had realized how dumb you sounded. “What are you doing here?” Your words played over again in your head. What a dumb question to ask someone who’s in the bathroom. “Uh I mean-“
He interrupted with a chuckle. “I guess I could ask you the same thing but uh… fairly obvious.” San states as he examines the state you’re in, your body language. You smile nervously, one foot is anxiously dragging itself along the floor as you try to back up more, except your body is already pressed up against the counter. Embarrassment and anxiety creeped up your spine to your neck and face. “S-Sorry I’ll get going.” Shooting him one last gentle smile as you turn to head to the door. “You know it’s okay to be nervous.” He says before your hand can reach the door. You hault. “I get nervous sometimes too still, but I promise it gets easier the more you do it.” You can’t help but turn to face San now. “Really? You get nervous?” How could someone like him ever get nervous? All of them looked so put together and organized. Much more than you were. “Yeah, just because someone’s popular doesn’t mean they don’t get nervous.” He said with a laugh lacing his words. There you went, making yourself look stupid again. “Pathetic…” You thought. “I uh.. I just figured you know you all.. I mean, you all look so.. calm and I know for a fact my anxiety shows when I’m up on stage and-“
“Well you’re surely wrong.” You paused. “What? What do you mean?” How could someone like San know anything about you or the way you preform. “Y/N right?” Eyes widened as you held a sharp breath. “Y-Yeah how’d you-“
“You’re a damn good dancer I can say that.” A smile fell upon his soft looking lips. San knew who you were? And he was complimenting you? He must’ve noticed the shock on your face when he said that. “I take it you don’t think very highly of yourself hm?” You could feel yourself cringe at his words. It was such a blunt and direct statement, but very much true. “That obvious, huh?” Nervous chuckling fell from your mouth as you spoke. Although, you definitely could feel yourself begin to relax more. That was until San started to move closer to you. He was so.. fucking hot, it made you nervous. “You gotta give yourself more credit man,” One of his elbows nudged your side as he smiled lightly. Something about San’s smile was contagious, cause soon you found yourself smiling along with him. “Look, something that puts you aside from other backup dancers is you’re kind. You’re patient and you have an amazing personality. I can see it when you’re performing.”
A comfortable silence fell between you two. With San’s comfortable and reassuring words, you felt at ease. Most of the anxiety slipped away. “Here..” San broke the silence as he reached one of his hands into his pocket. “Put your number in my phone, I have some techniques that i’ve found pretty useful with calming nervousness.” He said as gently held out his phone to you. Hesitant, your eyes shot from his phone to his eyes, alternating between the two. “A-Are you sure I mean-“
“Yes dude, I’m sure. Plus, I wanna get to know you. You seem cool.” You looked down, biting your lip before your eyes found their way back up. “Okay.. Yeah sure.” Your hands reached for his phone. His hands grazed yours as he passed the device to you, where the contact screen was already open. You shakily typed in your number, still not sure if this was a good idea. Nothing wrong with him, but your emotions or hormones could definitely not handle it. “Awesome,” San said as you handed his phone back. Both of you must’ve lost track of time, he spoke up. “Ah shit, we should get back. Makeup is scheduled in five minutes, come on i’ll walk you back.” You couldn’t say anything, all you could do was nod in response as you followed him back to the dressing room. Your nerves may have settled, but they were back just as quickly thanks to San’s charming face and personality.
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