The Fast Lane : Part 1 (bangchan X Reader X Felix)
the fast lane : part 1 (bangchan x reader x felix)
Summary: Welcome to the world of underground street racing. Chan is known for his flashy cars and confident attitude. You're new to the racing scene, eager but inexperienced. Felix is known for his sneaky tactics and charming demeanour. What happens when all three of your worlds collide?
Warnings: not much tbh, skz racer!au, illegal street racing, chan is a cocky little shit, wc 2.5k
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part 1 : the deal
The tunnel looked pretty unassuming; a round, gaping entrance that was once a pathway for trains to cross through. A hardly-used staircase leading down into a dirty subway and a copse of half dead trees sandwiched the tunnel of either side. Y/n dragged a finger across the cement wall, a trail of dirt and grime collecting on her fingertip. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she stepped back and surveyed the deserted entrance with a disdainful, skeptical eye.
The mouth of the tunnel was haphazardly littered with graffiti tags, long, sweeping, unintelligible strokes in varying shades of neon blue and green. Y/n's eyes swept across the letters and symbols, following the shapes and curves. Perhaps it was a message, or a warning. Stepping back and then peering into the darkness past the tunnel, Y/n sighed.
it felt more like a warning.
She hopped up and down on the spot and rubbed her arms. The night was cold and the air was frigid; Y/n's breath puffed out in front of her in a frozen mist, like dragon steam. She had no idea why she had decided to come here, and that too in the dead of night. Despite her passion for racing and her love of cars, she'd never raced in any official competitions, simply settling for a few high-speed laps round the city streets at night. But now, here she stood, at the entrance to an underground racing circuit, about to race alongside some of the city's most infamous racers.
Groaning inwardly and pulling out her phone, Y/n swiped to her socials and pulled up the details of the racing grounds. Checking the list of racers and seeing her name near the bottom, she huffed. There was no way she could back out now.
Gathering all her courage, Y/n stepped forward, her black boots meeting the dusty, cracked cement. The ground was scattered with cigarette butts and various other discarded items. She bit her lip and continued into the dark.
The neon, flickering electricity of the city faded away, leaving Y/n to walk through the seemingly endless darkness. Trailing one hand along the wall as she walked, Y/n felt her way to the other end of the tunnel. The details of the race had said to enter the tunnel without using flashlights, torches, or other sources of light. Y/n wondered why, and her jaw clenched as she realised it was probably to keep the police off the tracks of the races. She hadn't noticed any security cameras around the area before she'd gone in; but she couldn't shake the feeling that what she was doing was not really something she wanted to be legally confronted about.
A metallic clattering noise shook her out of her worries. Looking down and realising it was useless trying to see in the dark, Y/n bent down cautiously, hand scrabbling around on the cement, before making contact with a metal energy drink can. Chiding herself for her timidness, she walked on, slow and watchful, eyes straining.
The dark continued seemingly forever; each step she took brought a small haze of light to the end of the tunnel, then faded away. Her eyes ached with the strain of trying to see in pitch black. A small seed of panic took a firm grip on her insides, common sense returning from its brief vacation.
This is it, she thought. I'm going to be lost in the void forever.
Y/n closed her eyes, willing herself to think straight. It didn't matter whether her eyes were open or not; the dark was the same. Choking, suffocating, endless. Her fingertips on her right hand hurt from the roughness of the cement, bumps and cracks sending shockwaves of tittering trepidation through her. Her other hand was clenched tightly into a fist.
The wall beneath Y/n's fingertips suddenly disappeared, the cold air enveloping her slender hand once again. The stuffiness of the tunnel had disappeared, and Y/n tentatively opened her eyes, blinking to adjust them to the light. A surge of cold, crisp air filled her lungs with a low whoosh.
Noise.
Colour.
Light.
Y/n's eyes widened. She was standing at the entrance to a colossal circular arena. Rows of metal-backed bleachers rose in towering, circular rings around the main ground area. A large, winding race track, lined by colour-changing lights wound through the low stadium, disappearing somewhere near the back entrance; a tunnel. Turning back suddenly, Y/n stared through the darkness of the tunnel she'd juts come through. Two streets back, she would never had known any of this was here. Judging by how packed the place was, Y/n would have estimated half the city knew this racing circuit existed. It wasn't underground, per se, but it was a spectacle nonetheless. She'd never seen anything like it.
Several cars flew round the circuit, sending a whoosh of cool, petrol-smelling air into Y/n's face. She began to venture forward, and caught a glimpse of a sleek, red car speeding effortlessly around the racetrack; drifting perfectly around the turns and sending the high-pitched sound of zooming and screeching into the air. Six massive floodlights sent glaring white light flashing and reflecting off he vibrant, decorated surface of the cars and bleacher railings.
Surveying the arena with a look of stupid, dazed, disbelief, Y/n noticed a row of shiny, funky cars on a raised platform lining the right side of the amphitheatre. A throng of people were pushing against the guard rail, cheering loudly. Craning her neck to get a better look, Y/n began pushing her way through the crowd, making her way slowly but surely to the platform. The prominent beats of Japanese hip-hop music, the squeal of tires on asphalt, and the constant, excited chatter of the crowd surrounded Y/n like a fog. The excitement and passion in the air was contagious, though it was tinted with the lingering fumes of danger, risk-taking, spray-paint, and exhaust smoke.
It wasn't just the cars that were colorful; the crowd themselves sported an array of different outfits and appearances. Y/n passed by a man with a bright pink and yellow hairdo, silky waves falling into his face as two girls in neon green clung to his arm. Another had an orange LED light mask on, flashing smiley faces and heart eyes as he sold various items of racing paraphernalia to the tightly packed crowd.
But it wasn't hard to distinguish the racers themselves; they were dressed in sleek leather suits of varying colours, sponsors and supporter logos printed across their breast pockets and backs. Many of them carried helmets under the arms, and Y/n spotted a particular racer, who upon stepping out of a bright purple car, tossed his helmet and jacket to a teenage boy dressed in red. The boy fumbled to catch the items and hurriedly followed after the racer, a bit like a puppy following its owner.
It made sense to her that some of the racecar drivers had their own personal crews. Y/n knew that it was incredibly expensive to hire people for services like engineering, having spent almost half her savings on a three-person maintenance crew for the car she was to race tonight. Custom cars and suits must have been expensive enough as it was without the addition of pit crews and maintenance engineers. The people themselves were expensive, but not in a snobby, regal way. These people had the grime of the streets under their nails and hard work etched into the creases of their eyes. Y/n felt a strange sense of admiration and inspiration settle in her chest.
Finally making her way to the guard rail before the raised platform, Y/n looked past the racers and their cars, ignoring the cheering. She had eyes like a hawk's, and they landed nimbly on a roll-up garage door, which most likely led to the backstage area for the cars, and the private rooms for the racers. Thinking back to the instructions on her phone, Y/n began to move through the crowd to the door. That was where she would find her car to race tonight.
Her crew manager had sent her a photo of it; it was battered and a little rusty, but Y/n had faith in her abilities. She was going to race, and win. And if she wasn't going to win, she was going to place third at the very least. This is what you wanted, she reminded herself determinedly. Don't let anything get in your way. You're going to become a racer, one of the best street racers in this city, and-
Y/n smacked headlong into a wall of something tall and warm. Letting out an unceremonious oof, she stepped back, rubbing her forehead. Her boot caught on a stray crack in the asphalt and she tumbled backwards, landing with a thud on her ass. A low, amused chuckle came from above her.
"Should watch where you're going, sweetheart."
Squinting upwards, and huffing (half in embarrassment, half in pain- her ass really hurt...) Y/n blinked up at the obstruction that she'd run into.
A really hot obstruction.
An obstruction dressed in a racing suit of black and red leather, and with dark hair swept back over his forehead. Several strands hung down, striping his forehead, slick with sweat. He held a large, veiny hand out to her. Y/n noticed a thick, silver chain encircling his wrist.
Suddenly realising that she looked like an idiot, and was probably staring, she reached for the man's hand. It was surprisingly warm, and he was surprisingly strong; he hoisted her onto her feet without much effort. Dusting herself off and trying not to wince at the pain in her tailbone, Y/n looked up at him.
He was a little taller than she was, with sharp, angular features dripping with charming appeal. Dark eyeshadow dusted the edges of his eyes, and a neat slit ran through his left eyebrow. His hair was black as night, sheened in blue and white shades with the glinting cars and the floodlights above. His plump, pink lips curved into a smirk as he let go of her hand. Y/n hadn't even realised he'd been holding it. Her heart leapt in her chest.
"This isn't a place for little girls."
His voice was deep, rich and accented; Australian, maybe? She couldn't tell. Frowning up at him, she fired back.
"I'm not a little girl. I'm a racer."
The man leaned the wall, heavy boots tapping against the asphalt. He grinned wolfishly. "No?"
Y/n pursed her lips. "I came here to race. I'm one of the rookies listed for tonight," her voice faded off slightly at the end, a little unsure. Should she really be telling this super hot guy who she was and what she was doing?
But he only smirked again, exhaling a chuckle through his nose.
"Do you know who I am, sweetheart?"
Y/n bit her lip. She didn't.
"No," she said truthfully. Realigning her moral compass, she straightened her back and glared at him. "And don't call me that."
He sighed and stepped forwards, hands clasped behind his back. He began to advance towards her; Y/n stumbled back. Her foot met a step of some sort and she kept retreating anyway, not wanting to take her eyes off him. His gaze sent a chill of sudden fear through her. He was looking at her as if she were a particularly helpless animal he was about to pounce on.
Y/n gulped. A rush of fear, adrenaline... and something else.
The sudden feeling of cool metal meeting her lower back made Y/n stop in her tracks. Glancing sideways, she realised she'd been backed up against the man's car; though she was afraid, she couldn't help but notice how sleek and beautiful the car was, a shiny black body with wings, and red stripes lining the sides.
Attempting to move sideways, Y/n ran her hand along the low window frame, feeling her way around. The man noticed and placed his forearms on the car either side of her, caging her in. His fingers curled around her wrists, squeezing lightly. He leaned in, smelling of something woodsy and spicy. The boy-smell of gunmetal, leather, and smoke filled her nostrils, an intoxicating yet subtle wave of fumes. She fought the urge to inhale deeply, instead looking the man right in the eyes. Which was difficult.
"Leave me alone," she stuttered, cursing herself inwardly.
He chuckled again, tilting his head. "I've never seen you here before. One of the rookies, huh? They don't tend to fare well in the racing scene. Most quit after the first race. But maybe you're different, sweetheart."
Y/n glared at him, suddenly feeling brazen. Perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through her veins, but she rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Do you usually pin girls to your car without introducing yourself, or is this a one-time thing? Because I'd very much like you to let go of me."
His eyebrows shot up into his hairline. A cocky smirk lifted one corner of his mouth.
"I'm Bang Christopher Chan. One of the best racers in the underground circuits, and the best in this city. I know this place like the back of my hand, but I didn't know a sassy princess would be the one standing in my way tonight," he grinned, almost devilishly. "and your name is..?"
"Y/n," she replied, not sure what else to say. She ignored the compliment, feigning an unimpressed expression.
Chan chuckled, a deep, breathy sound. "Well, Y/n, let's see how you race tonight. Shall we make a deal?"
Y/n tilted her head, raising her eyebrows. "Oh?"
Chan's eyes darken competitively. "Let's see if you're made of the real stuff. You beat me in the next race, and I'll get you a car. Whichever model you want."
Y/n's jaw dropped slightly. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What's the catch?"
Chan lifted a calloused fingertip and ran it along the side of her jaw unexpectedly, seemingly admiring her features. "No catch. I'd like to see what you're made of. Unless you're scared?"
Y/n scowled before contemplating the offer. If she wanted this, she needed a proper car. And she didn't have the money to buy one yet. Taking Chan's offer, winning the race, and getting a car of her choice would be a massive help. But she still felt skeptical.
"Why are you doing this?"
Chan smirked. "Not sure. I'm not usually this nice. Look, the next race starts in 20 minutes. Is it a yes or no to the deal, princess?"
Silence. Chan let go of her wrists, holding out his right hand to shake. Y/n slowly lifted her hand, placing it in his. The heat from his hand rushed up her arm and into her bloodstream, and the cool metal of his chain link bracelet brushed her fingertips, making her shudder in a haze of delicious heat and ice. Pulling her hand back, she gazed determinedly at Chan, who only smirked, inclining his head.
"You're on."
a/n: whew! likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated. lmk what you guys think of the first chapter!
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hello~ i dont usually read reader x idol as parents but today i got to see the most beautiful kid in a karate exam and it got me thinking about changbin and reader as parents watching and cheering for their little son in a exam/championship in any sports, with him getting a medal (even tho i think changbin's son would combine perfectly in a martial fighting like karate or jiu jitsu) ๐ค
awww, that's cute >< sorry for the wait !
little fighter - seo changbin
pairing: seo changbin x reader
summary: you and changbin are watching your son compete at a championship
genre: fluff, non-idol! au, crack, reader and changbin are married, reader and changbin's son does karate, sweat (does that need a warning??)
a/n: divider by @anitalenia
The atmosphere was electric, buzzing with excitement and the scent of polished wood floors mixed with the faint aroma of sweat. Rows upon rows of spectators filled the bleachers, but all eyes were on the mat where several young competitors were busy showcasing their skills.
Changbin sat beside you, his fingers interlaced with yours, the nervous energy radiating from him evident.
โLook at him go!โ Changbin exclaimed, his loud, exuberant voice rising above the cheers. Your son, clad in a crisp, white karate gi, looked focused and determined, moving with the grace of someone far beyond his years. Every one of his punches and kicks echoed with the outcome of his hard work and dedication over the years. He stumbled a little suddenly against his opponent, but quickly brought himself upright in time to parry a block. You and Changbin cheered so loud the people in front of you cover their ears (half in annoyance.
โCome on, buddy! Youโve got this!โ you shouted, your heart swelling with pride. The adrenaline pulsed through your veins as you saw him land a perfect roundhouse kick, earning an impressive round of applause from the crowd spectating the event.
As the championship progressed, you and Changbin exchanged glances filled with excitement and encouragement. With each passing round, your son fought fiercely, his passion shining through every move. The moment he reached the final match, you both stood up, clapping and cheering louder than before.
โJust a little more!โ Changbin urged, his voice thick with emotion. Chancing a quick glance at your husband's hands, you saw that his palms were red. They must have been buzzing with the force of his clapping. Your hands were the same, but both of you paid it no mind.
The match was difficult, both your son and his opponent stumbling more than once, but with one final, slightly clumsy strike, your son defeated his opponent. The referee raised his hand in victory, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Your heart raced as you rushed to the mat, wrapping your arms around your sweaty, panting son as he beamed with joy.
โYou did it!โ you cried, holding him tightly.
Changbin joined in, lifting your son high into the air. โThat was amazing! Weโre so proud of you!โ
Moments later, he received his medal, its gleam reflecting the pride in his eyes. You both knelt down, beaming with joy as he clutched the shiny plate.
โThis is just the beginning, kiddo!โ Changbin said, ruffling his hair affectionately.
Your son smiled so hard you thought his face would split in half. Changbin was still ruffling his hair, a thin sheen of the perspiration coating his hand. You wrinkle your nose and laugh. Your son does too, taking your hand as you all walk off the mats. He jumped about and talked excitedly, reenacting moves and kicks.
Changbin grinned, subtly wiping his now sweaty hand discreetly onto the hem of your top.
a/n: YALL I FORGOT THE HEADER, I JUST ADDED IT TO THE FIC TT
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เนเฃญ โญ โ anons : ๐ชป,
๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฐ . . . โง
the fast lane (racer!bang chan x racer reader x racer!lee felix) โง (discontinued)
lonely st. (schoolboy!hwang hyunjin x schoolgirl reader) โง (completed)
stupidly perfect | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (best friend!chan x reader) โง (ongoing)
๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ซ (๋ฐฉ์ฐฌ) . . . โง
golden hour - special event (bf!chan x female reader)
he comforts you on your period (bf!chan x female reader)
general fluff headcanons (bf!chan x female reader)
bang chan new years' special - yin and yang (bf!chan x female reader)
electrifying (producer!chan x female 3RACHA producer!reader)
make me (bf!chan x female reader)
hold me (bf! chan x depressed reader)
fendi (bang chan x female!9th member reader)
what you're worth (bang chan x 9th member!reader)
not your doll (bf!bang chan x reader)
star in the making - (idol!bang chan x overworked trainee!reader)
๐ฉ๐ข๐ข ๐ด๐ซ๐ฌ๐ด (๋ฆฌ๋ ธ) . . . โง
movie nights (bf!lee know x female reader)
opal (bf!lee know x female reader)
general fluff headcanons (bf!lee know x female reader)
rose | part 2 (college partner!lee know x female college student reader)
you did well (dancer!lee know x dancer reader)
keychain - (bf!lee know x reader)
๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ซ (์ฐฝ๋น) . . . โง
he comforts you on your period (bf!changbin x female reader)
little fighter (husband!changbin x female reader)
insomnia (bf!changbin x female reader)
sunflower (bf!changbin x female reader)
lotion (bf!changbin x female reader)
lamplight (bf!changbin x female reader)
ice cream & rain (bf!changbin x female reader)
gatecrasher undercover spy!changbin x female spy reader)
๐ฅ๐ด๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ซ๐ง๐ฆ๐ซ (ํ์ง) . . . โง
landscape (bf!hyunjin x female reader)
chrome nails (bf!hyunjin x female reader)
raspberries (bf!hyunjin x female reader)
general fluff headcanons (bf!hyunjin x female reader)
๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ค (ํ์ง์ฑ) . . . โง
studio (bf producer!han x female producer!reader)
cold (bf!han x female!reader)
instant ramen (bf!han x female!reader)
minty (bf!han x female!reader)
hot soup - (sick bf!han x sick!reader)
a little bit sweeter - (college roommate!han x reader)
i want to understand you (han x female!reader)
๐ฉ๐ข๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ต (ํ๋ฆญ์ค) . . . โง
galaxy (bf!felix x female!reader)
duvet (bf!felix x female!reader)
haze (bf!felix x female!reader)
always forever (best friend!felix x female bullied!reader)
felix x neko!reader headcanons (bf!felix x female neko!reader)
fall for you (college student!felix x female college student!reader)
floral tea (lee felix x reader)
your warmth (best friend!lee felix x reader with period)
๐ด๐ฆ๐ช ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฒ๐ซ๐ค๐ช๐ฆ๐ซ (์น๋ฏผ) . . . โง
bandaid (bf!seungmin x female reader)
fever (sick bf!seungmin x female reader)
batter up (baseball captain!seungmin x female baseball player reader)
stylist!reader x kim seungmin
bodyguard!seungmin headcanons
๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ค๐ฆ๐ซ (์์ด์) . . . โง
recipe (bf!jeongin x female reader)
outfit (bf!jeongin x female reader)
snake (bf!jeongin x female reader)
general fluff headcanons (bf!jeongin x female reader)
that's true (secret bf!yang jeongin x reader)
dividers by @bernardsbendystraws | skz prompt list
studio - han jisung
pairing: han jisung x reader
summary: you join jisung for a producing session
genre: fluff, idol! au, comfort, crack, chill jisung
a/n: han would be so much fun to produce with and you can't change my mind
The producing studio was filled with the soft hum of equipment as you sat across from Jisung, both of you focused intensely on the computer screen. The blank canvas of the rather large music project felt daunting, but Jisungโs limitless energy was infectious, putting you at ease. He'd come into the studio with two iced Americanos, a million-watt smile, a pair of cute glasses, and a head full of amazing ideas.
Only the 4th gen ace, you had thought to yourself amusedly as he'd settled down.
โOkay, letโs try something new,โ Jisung suggested, his eyes lighting up as he adjusted his headphones. He took a swig of his iced Americano before setting it down carefully on the side table. โI want to hear what youโve got.โ
You hesitated, unsure if your ideas were on par with his. But Jisung, ever the encourager, nudged you gently.
โThereโs no right or wrong here, yeah? Itโs about creating something that feels like us. Something that feels unique and special.โ
You nodded, picking up your bass, hands a little clammy, and tentatively played a chord progression you had been working on. To your complete and utter surprise, Jisungโs face broke into a grin.
โThatโs fire!โ he exclaimed, fingers already moving over his keyboard to add a beat.
The time seemed to blur and fly by as the two of you worked together, layering melodies and harmonies, Jisung with practiced, flowing ease, and you with slight hesitance and intrigue. Jisung hummed softly for a few seconds, then suddenly broke into a rap, the flow raw and unpolished but electric, his hands waving energetically in what you could only assume was a flurry of rapper gestures. You couldnโt help but laugh at the unfamiliarity of his movements.
โDonโt laugh! Iโm serious,โ he teased, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. The atmosphere was light and collaborative, professional yet comfortable, filled with shared laughter, occasional banter, and back-and-forth teasing.
Hours passed without notice, but the track was taking shape. The sounds you created together were vibrant, a reflection of your combined, juxtaposing music styles and tastes. Jisung leaned back, so far incredibly satisfied with the progress.
โSee?โ he said softly, a satisfied smile on his lips. โWe make a great team.โ
You couldnโt help but agree as you looked at him, realizing that not only was he an incredible artist and producer, but someone who made the process feel like magic. He was so easy to work with and talk to, taking your ideas on board and adding his own flair to it while allowing your unique visions to shine throughout.
You made a mental note to gatecrash 3RACHA's producing sessions more often in the future.
a/n: yay new dividers ! thanks to @anitalenia
Heya there ๐ค Hope you're doing well! If it's good with you, can I please request something ispired by this - https://www.tumblr.com/moon-ttokki-x/777609369726681088/ ?
I think all of the guys would always take their 9th member as plus one on those events so... how do you think it would be like to go to events like that with each member?
I hope this isnโt too confusing ๐ญ I'm not good at writing ๐
i already did chan's ver. so here's the rest of the members hehe . . .
โโฉ ot8!skz x plus one! 9th member reader โฉโงโ
pairing: ot8!skz x 9th member!reader
summary: skz find out you're coming with them as plus one to an event.
genre: idol!au, 9th member!au, hints of mutual pining, mentions of eating and drinking, kind of groupmates to lovers thing ig, nervous minho awww, jeongin tries to be cool, changbin's is the sweetest ever. literally just fluffy, like tooth-rot worthy fluff. literally no other warnings i'm pretty sure . . .
a/n: i feel like it's been ages since i wrote smth tbh :/ div by @dollywons
skz masterlist | chan's ver.
Minho who is an absolute gentleman. is rather quiet on the ride there but that's only bc he's a little nervous himself (and also bc he's sitting next to you; do you even know how good you look??). has to stop himself from constantly reaching to hold your hand when you both step out of the car, but he can't resist offering you his arm. he's not one for much physical affection, but there's a small part of him that wants you close. shields you from the cameras if the flashing is making you uncomfortable, and introduces you smoothly to people once you're inside the event. literally stays by your side the whole night, glancing sideways every few minutes to make sure you're okay.
Changbin who is the literal king of comforting you. he knows you're a little apprehensive about attending the event, but he distracts you and makes silly jokes to ease the tension floating around your head. if you're worrying how you look, he'll literally drop to his knees and flatter you. he can't believe you're not sure whether you look good or not; rest assured, he'll be reminding you for the rest of the night. locks his pinky with yours as you both wander throughout the crowds to reassure you. he couldn't be prouder of his little maknae attending their first major event, and makes sure to congratulate you and then treat you to something delicious afterwards.
Hyunjin who insists on wearing matching colours and outfits; throws a playful tantrum when you refuse to let him pick the colour. you both spend almost two hours bickering over what to wear, but he gives in and lets you choose anyway. is almost knocked over by the blinding lights of camera flashes once you two arrive at the event, and he waves people off before turning to check on you. leads you through the crowds with a gentle hand on your lower back, and makes sweet, subtle comments to you throughout the night (in front of and away from people; he couldn't care less if anyone else hears him). you're the most stylish duo at the event that night.
Han who whines about having to go to the event before he finds out you're supposed to go with him. literally shoots out of his chair and insists on getting ready (even though the actual thing isn't supposed to start for at least a few hours). promises to help you with interactions and nods encouragingly when you move to approach people at the event. stands by your side, nodding and gently prompting you to talk, shooting you a cheeky wink when you give him a subtle nod in thanks. normally tries to escape these events early, but stalls for as long as possible (partly because he's actually enjoying himself, and partly because he wants to keep admiring you).
Felix who refuses to leave your side and insists on having some part of his body touch yours as you both watch the event start. whether it's his shoulder brushing yours as he shifts a little, or his hand 'accidentally' skating over your thigh, the comfort is far more enjoyable than this event could ever be. isn't actually as invested in the goings-on of the show like he usually is; all he can think about is you. for once, he's too shy to talk to the other people at the event; he makes a mental note to thank the company once he gets back. he quietly begins planning a way to bring you to these outings more often.
Seungmin who initially rolls his eyes and brushes past you when he finds out you both have to go together; softens up when he sees you all dressed up and even offers you his hand when you get out of the car. is bored, as per usual, but he puts on his most convincing facade and steels himself throughout the night. lightens up a little when you lean across to whisper a snide comment to him, and he throws one right back, trying to fight the slight colour rising on his cheeks. thinks about the proximity to you for the rest of the event, and can't seem to get rid of the strange, warm feeling in his stomach. oh well. must have been something he ate.
Jeongin who immediately puts in 200% effort into trying to impress you. dresses up well and makes himself look amazing, makes sure he smells good, and even practices a few english sentences in the mirror to avoid stuttering like he usually does. in a bid to show off a little, he talks to people he normally wouldn't have and is sick of the english language by the end of the night (though he doesn't complain bc that's not cool). succeeds in his attempts to impress you, and doesn't realise how much he talked until he's called into the office the next day. is confused when he's told that he somehow managed to network with every single person at the event.
a/n: skz just one chance pls take me with you
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hello ๐ i hope u are good ๐ซถ can i req something pls? ๐ i saw ur post abt protective skz with their maknae reader but what abt a protective reader? ๐ who is usually shy, but loses her temper when angry: doesn't take hate lightly, makes sure they eat and rest, unafraid of talking back, ready to fight off anyone, glaring at everyone (it would be cute, but it gets scary when she is mad mad), etc. ๐ค
hi this is a cool request~ i bet the boys would have a lot of fun with a scary member who's also really cute >< here you go !!
โโฉโงโหเฑจ ot8!skz x protective fem!reader เงหโโฉโงโ
pairing: ot8!skz x protective fem!reader
summary: how skz would be around a protective ninth member <3
genre: idol!au, 9th member!au, mentions of eating and drinking, chan shaking in his boots lmao
a/n: this aesthetic is so cute . . . div by @huraxy
skz masterlist
usually you're super chill
like kind of shy, really; not the type to shout or mess around like the guys do
most of the time, you're by felix or minho's side
because they're the least chaotic members of the group (most of the time anyway)
and it's just nice to be all quiet and observant from behind their shoulders
they know you're kind of shy, but oh man, wait til you get mad
even the maknaes shut up instantly when you raise your voice
bc you mean BUSINESS
doesn't matter how short you are you'll fight anyone within a certain distance
including chan (crazy right?)
who is also scared of your temper, even if it doesn't show up that often
which is why it's so terrifying when your voice booms through the studio or recording room, louder than thunder
everyone just keeps their head down and listens to you
hyung line is secretly so jealous of your commanding aura
after you're done shouting you just kind of go back to your normal shy demeanour, or leave the room
and everyone's just left shaking in their boots like
what the fuck??
you don't get angry often, and it's always for a valid reason, so they get it
stay knows that too; you've told interviewers and tv show hosts and even mnet staff to back off or stop being rude
you can make anyone listen; no one expects the shy little member to have the strongest voice
same with rude 'fans'
they don't always listen but most of them have a very healthy respect for your emotions
you're always making sure skz takes care of themselves too
especially the members who tend to overwork or get distressed easily
you always make sure to chase them up and give them something to eat
or tell them to go and drink water
or you just hold a fistful of their hair firmly (without hurting them) and watch them actually ingest food
they always give you pouty eyes but you never give in
you're just hardcore like that
and you don't let them go until they've swallowed the last mouthful
when you guys go out to eat, you're the person always heaping food on their plates
'eat eat you EAT'
bc i know these mfs forget to nourish themselves properly
so it's nice to have you take care of them
especially the younger ones
they do the same for you too, but they wouldn't dare touch your hair
they're too scared to in fear of messing it up and irritating you
the sassier ones like minho and seungmin are amazed at how much you talk back
like it's insane
chan schedules extra practice? "i don't want to, we already have so much to do"
hyunjin wants to have his vocal lesson before yours? "i scheduled mine earlier so you should have done the same"
you're just an absolute lion
sometimes you have to get told off because you're getting too sassy
but the boys can't help but take it easy on you
you're just so cute
even if you act like a demon from the underworld
oh well
but
even your gaze is scary
the boys often find themselves jumpscared
like they'll walk into a room and you're just sitting there like >:|
like an owl
you know how they have big wide eyes that stare into your soul?
your gaze is like that
felix jokes that you could burn lasers with how intense your stare is
it even looks intense when you're just sitting having a great time
in dead silence
the members don't mind though, whatever makes you happy makes them happy too !!
they get used to your little habits, and they all work around your demeanour
you're all one big happy group <3
a/n: okay maybe i wrote headcanons because i don't have the motivation nor the energy to write a full fic . . . oh well
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my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day
omg how about artist!reader trying to teach changbin how to paint/draw, would be so cute!! idk but when i draw i love to make au of me with my friends, like spidersonas, or tlou yk? do as you wish ๐ฅ
hey anon ! i love this, as an artist myself i would be so excited to teach any of skz how to draw/paint (aside from hyunjin ofc, he's so great at it lol) here you go love <3
sunflower - seo changbin
pairing: seo changbin x reader
summary: you decide to try and teach changbin how to paint
genre: fluff, non-idol! au, crack, reader is the artsy type, changbin tries his best lol
a/n: comments are appreciated <3
"Binnie, that's not how you hold the paintbrush-"
"But I like holding it like this!"
You sigh and fight a smile as you reach across and attempt to adjust Changbin's grip on the paintbrush. He's holding it in his fist, all his fingers curled around it, a bit like the way a murderer would hold a knife.
Hopefully he doesn't end up trying to stab anything with it, you think. That brush was really expensive.
Changbin whines as you take the brush out of his grip and show him how to hold it, swiping a few experimental strokes of red against his canvas.
"Like this," you say, handing it back to him.
He pouts but does as you say, attempting to swipe across the canvas just like you showed him. He manages to get the hang of it, his eyes widening. He laughs, the sound bright and surprised.
You laugh. "It works better like that, doesn't it?"
The bedroom floor is scattered with canvases, watercolour paint palettes, a box full of mismatched acrylic paint tubes, and various other artists' paraphernalia. You had pulled out the box of all your art stuff from the cupboard earlier, intending to paint for the afternoon. Changbin, who was bored, had coaxed you into letting him join you.
Now you both sat in the dappled sunlight filtering into the bedroom from the large window. The light cast a mahogany glow over the floor and the mess of various paints and watercolours seemed to reflect their bright colours onto the far wall in haphazard, colourful strokes and patterns. You and Changbin had a large canvas each, set and propped against the bed. Subconsciously, you realised too late that it might not be a good idea to paint near the bedsheets, but Changbin didn't seem to mind, so you let it go.
Your canvas was covered in varying shades of pastel greens, browns and yellows, a bouquet of sunflowers tied with a red ribbon. You were quite proud of it, having spent about an hour painting each individual petal of the sunflowers. It looked great.
Or better than Changbin's, at any rate.
His canvas was a mess of vibrant blues and pinks, two messy stick figures in the middle painted in thick strokes of black. One was taller than the other, and you smiled at his messy depiction. A drip of blue paint hit the floor, followed by a drop of pink. He'd put so much paint on his canvas it was all beginning to slide off. You hurriedly set your brush down and adjusted his canvas to lie down on the floor to prevent any more mess. Sitting up on your knees, you surveyed his canvas. Tilting your head, you looked at the man sitting beside you.
"What is it?" you asked gently, so as not to upset him.
Changbin grinned, a smear of pink on his cheek curving upwards as he smiled. He kissed your temple, then looked down at his work, obviously very proud. He laughed.
"It's us."
a/n: we love artist changbin โ
movie nights - leeknow
pairing: lee know x reader
summary: you and your boyfriend have a friday night tradition
genre: fluff, non-idol! au, little bit of crack, mild suggestiveness
a/n: hopefully this gains me some momentum... also do i call him leeknow or minho? who knows. (ha get it?) divider by @chilumitos
"Minho!" you shriek. "Give it back!"
Said man does not give it back, instead standing even higher on his tippy toes and holding your favourite plushie out of reach. A cheeky grin is stretched across his face. He holds the calico cat plushie just out of your grasp, swaying it back and forth.
You leap up onto the couch, almost slipping on the throw blanket draped haphazardly over its back, and stretch out towards minho. He steps back just as your fingertips brush the soft material and does a little dance, laughing at your reaction. The movie that was playing in the background has been long forgotten.
"Min," you whine. "Just give it back..."
Friday night movies had always been a tradition between you two. You both came up with the idea when you moved into your first place, celebrating the move-in with a movie and your favourite snacks. Every Friday after that, Minho would knock on your door, and you'd answer to a grinning cat, his arms laden with snacks and drinks. Then you two would pick a movie and cuddle as you watched it.
Sometimes you would poke fun at the characters and their actions, other times the atmosphere would be amiable and quiet. Not tonight.
You yelp as you slip off the couch, groaning when you hit the floor on your knees. Collapsing forward into the mountain of cushions, you glare up at Minho, huffing in defeat. He stands above you, still holding the plushie in the air, like he's not sure whether to drop it and ask if you're okay or continue dancing like the absolute madman he is.
You hope he does the first.
Safe to say, he does not.
Minho throws his head back and laughs so loudly it reverberates through the rooms. Then, as if it's an afterthought, he drops to his knees and tosses the plushie aside, scattering snacks and packets and drinks as he sits next to you. He clumsily knocks a few other things off the coffee table, rendered utterly unstable by his mirth.
You groan. "It's not funny."
He snickers, touching your arm gently. "It is a little."
You huff and roll over, facing away from him as you sulk. A haughty smile tugs at your lips as he prods your side, whining. Suddenly collapsing on top of you, he pokes your nose.
"Yeobo, stop ignoring mee...."
You groan and let out an oof as he shifts. He's gotten stronger and more muscly, which also means he's heavier (in the best possible way, of course). You can hardly breathe and a wheeze escapes you at the sudden realisation. Squirming away, you dislodge your legs and make a run for the plushie, scrambling across the floor. Minho yelps, grabbing your ankle. You squeal as he pulls you back, climbing up so you're both face to face. He smirks and grabs the plush with his long, slender arms.
"Minho, just-"
"Ah ah ah," he taps his lips, grinning. "Kiss. Then i'll give it back."
You sigh, and relent. He tastes like strawberry soda and fried chicken. His hand creeps to the back of your neck, stroking the shorter hairs there. You turn your head, breaking the kiss. Glaring at him, you sit up and smack him lightly on the arm.
"Now give it back."
Minho grins mischievously, and throws the plushie across the room. It lands somewhere down the hallway, and you crane your neck to see where it's gone. Your vision spins suddenly as Minho grabs your shoulders, pulling you back down onto the comfy pile of pillows and blankets. He smirks.
"Just one more kiss-"
"Minho!"
a/n: requests are open <3
The angst fic you just did of skz reacting to your death was soooo good ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญdef think you should do a pt 2 if you ever consider it :)
*throws heart-wrenching, sob-worthy angst in your face and runs away cackling* SUFFER ! YOU ASKED FOR IT, YOU GET IT !
don't go, please - skz maknae!line x reader (part 2)
pairing: ot8!skz maknae!line x reader
summary: skz maknae line reactions to when you d*e.
genre: so so heavy on the angst like hyung line's, mentions of pushing people away, heavy grief themes, denial, mentions of manic disorders, deluded illusions of happiness, fading personalities, mentions of graves and headstones, mentions of blood and scissors in felix's, jeongin's almost made me cry (oh, my sweet, sweet innie), han's is also super sad
a/n: yeehee part 2 of the angstiest fic i've ever done. why is it actually kinda fun to write sad stuff . . . ? anyway div by @carnage-cathedral
if this content makes you uncomfortable, please skip it . the last thing i want is to make people upset, so don't read this if it's triggering for you. proceed with caution and be safe, my loves <3
skz masterlist | part one (hyung!line)
Han whose mic clatters to the floor as the news sinks in. Can't believe it for a good week or two. Not until he realises that when he comes home, there will no longer be something simmering on the stove, there will no longer be the love of his life standing at the counter with sauce-smeared fingers and a cheeky grin. Spends hours and hours listening to all the love songs he wrote for you and that you never heard; cries over his keyboard and breaks the electronics with his misery. Refuses to rap, because like Changbin, he just can't get the words out of his mouth anymore. Becomes quiet and reserved; is aware of every single word that comes out of his mouth, every move he makes, he scrutinizes. Cries for you in the dark every night.
Felix who storms to the bathroom and immediately begins cutting off all of his hair. Hacks it relentlessly; tufts of blonde fall around his feet and collect on the tear-soaked cotton of his shirt. Nicks himself with the scissors in the process, but he doesn't care. Leaves spots of blood in the ironic shape of a heart on the dimly lit bathroom floor. Stains one of your photo frames with the scarlet; kisses it off, and then kisses the delicate depiction of your face behind the glass, setting it down on the bedside and burying his head in his hands. Refuses to dance or sing; the light goes out of his eyes and doesn't seem to return, an odd, almost eerie look taking over his once effortless and joyful exuberance.
Seungmin who pretends not to be affected; lives in denial of what happened, and goes about his life wondering if it's true. Refuses to look at news articles and completely shuts down when one of the members gently tries to help him open up; it always ends in an argument and slammed doors. Sits on his bed wondering if you'll ever come back, and if you left, was it because of something he did? Often regrets not being nicer to you, and jokes to himself about little things he sees that you would have hated; like incessantly hot weather where it melts his skin like pale chocolate, or the whirring of his laptop fan, which you always complained about. Lives the rest of his days in a sort of deluded happiness; he doesn't really believe you're gone.
Jeongin who chases after you in the crowd, only to come up short holding the sleeve of someone who looked the same as you from behind. Is bewildered when he wakes up every morning and places a hand next to him on the bed, expecting you to be there; he finds only a cold-empty loneliness, your soft indent in the mattress rustling under his shaking hands. Still wears your matching jewelry, and visits where you lay often, burying the rings and necklaces in the soft dirt so that you might be able to see them again one day. Scratches little pictures into your headstone and sits with you for hours, talking about anything and everything. Doesn't move, even when it's pouring down like the sea is crashing down from the sky, and holds and umbrella over your buried being to shield you from the wetness.
a/n: so this one is a little longer but it just flowed out of me i guess
how each skz member would do their nails - maknae line
pairing: ot8 maknae line x reader
summary: how skz maknae line would do their nails
genre: ...
a/n: lowkey running out of ideas... help
han โก
playful and vibrant nails that match his energetic personality
a mix of bright colors like yellow, pink, and turquoise
fun designs featuring cartoon characters or food items
whimsical nail art, like polka dots or stripes
maybe some 3D elements like small charms or gems
bold and daring nail shapes that reflect his creative side
nail art inspired by his love for drawing and painting
short to medium length for practicality while still being expressive
felix โก
medium-length nails with a sleek, polished look
soft, neutral colors like beige or light gray to match his calm demeanor
minimalist designs, perhaps with a single accent nail
subtle details like small hearts or stars for a personal touch
clean and well-groomed to reflect his meticulous nature
possibly some soft ombre effects for a unique twist
designs inspired by nature, like leaves or clouds
practical yet stylish to fit his aesthetic
seungmin โก
short, neat nails with a classic, polished look
soft, muted colors like light gray or pale blue to reflect his calm demeanor
minimalist designs featuring subtle stripes or tiny dots
maybe a touch of understated nail art, like small hearts or stars
clean and well-groomed, focusing on simplicity
an occasional accent nail with a more playful design for fun
matte finishes for a sophisticated touch
practical yet stylish to fit his personality !
jeongin โก
short, cute nails that reflect his youthful spirit
playful pastel colors like baby pink, mint, or lavender
simple designs featuring smiley faces or cute animals
maybe some glitter accents for a fun twist
easygoing and fun patterns that showcase his playful side
well-maintained but not overly complicated
a mix of matte and glossy finishes for variety
vibrant stickers or decals to add a personal touch
a/n: i wanna do skz's nails :(
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โฆ she/her. call me ttokki. 00 liner. bts and skz ults. sfw writer. previously starlost-mochi-x โฆ
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