Moon Ttokki X - Blog Posts
hi ttokki! can you maybe update us on your current wips? i'm so very much eager for more of your writing! ily take care <3
i've been thinking about your other ask about my wips, anon TT every time i get a new request lol i go back to it in my feed
so (buckle up) :
a felix x reader fic
a chan x reader prompt list fic
6 skz 9th!member fics (crying)
a skz cafe series event
a couple of asks from my moots
so yeah !
hellaur! i'm pretty new here on tumblr and i was wondering if you wanted to be moots...i've been lowk stalking your writing for a while hehehe and ermm yeah!
hi this is the cutest thing i've ever seen in my inbox . . . ye being new always feels strange, at least it did for me, but sweets, you'll fit right into the community <3
i'm gonna take the blog-stalking as a compliment lol, and sure if you want to be moots then why not. i'm ttokki . what do i call you ?
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
โง ๐ฌ๐ฑ8 ๐ช๐๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ ! (์คํธ๋ ์ด ํค์ฆ) . . . โง
back to individual member masterlist . . .
[a] - angst | [f] - fluff | [c] - comfort | [cr] - crack | [ht] - heavy or triggering themes | [t] - thoughts
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how skz loves you - hyung line maknae line [f] [t]
how skz would do their nails - hyung line maknae line [f] [t]
asking skz "would you love me if i was a worm?" - hyung line maknae line [f] [t] [c]
skz and what type of magic they would wield - 100 follower special [t] [c]
safe - (ot8!skz x 9th member!reader) [f] [c] [a]
relight me - (ot8!skz x 9th member with ed!reader) [f] [c] [a]
valentines' day event special - (ot8! skz x reader) [f] [c] [a] [cr]
dissonance - (ot8!skz x 9th member with anxiety) [f] [c] [a]
rest easy - (ot8!skz x exhausted noona!reader) [f] [c] [a]
skz and celebrating their 9th member's birthday [f] [cr] [c]
skz x 9th member who can speak multiple languages - (ot8!skz x polyglot!9th member reader) [t] [cr] [f]
you get your period on stage - (ot8!skz x reader) [f] [c] [cr] [a]
don't go - (ot8!skz hyung!line x reader) [f] [a] [ht]
don't go - (ot8!skz maknae!line x reader) [f] [a] [ht]
skz x short 9th!member reader [f] [c]
protective!hyung line skz x maknae!9th member reader [f] [c] [a]
protective!maknae line skz x makenae!9th member reader [f] [c] [a]
ot8!skz x pregnant 9th member reader [f] [c] [t]
ot8!skz x plus one! 9th member reader [f] [t]
will i be okay? - (ot8!skz x injured!9th member reader) [f] [a] [ht]
ot8!skz x protective fem!reader [f] [c] [t]
soft landing - (ot8!skz x distressed reader) [f] [c] [a]
dividers by @bernardsbendystraws | skz prompt list
hiii i see you hav angst fics, do uu write character death? if u do then can i request a reader death one and how the members react to it? totally okay if you canโt lolz
ok so this is the angstiest thing i've ever written . . . proceed with caution bc it gets quite intense >< it was a nice release though, i haven't been feeling too over the moon lately, so it helped me a little <3 also blurry header for added angsty vibes . anyway here you go, love~
don't go, please - skz hyung!line x reader
pairing: ot8!skz hyung!line x reader
summary: skz hyung line reactions to when you d*e.
genre: so so heavy on the angst i cannot stress that enough, kind of dark, mentions of not eating, depression, anxiety, reader doesn't really exist in this fic, sad skz which hurt me to write, mentions of pushing people away, unhealthy obsessions, loss of passion and interests, just really heavy grief themes
a/n: you can't expect me to get a request like this and not write the angstiest, most gut-wrenching, heart-breaking shit anyone has ever read . . . anyway suffer . 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
Chan who goes silent when he hears the news. Doesn't talk, doesn't move, and then gets up and leaves, walking endlessly and aimlessly through the streets until the members have to physically stop him. Doesn't wail or cry, doesn't make a fuss. Becomes less affectionate with everyone around him because physical affection reminds him of you; your hugs and kisses and your hands playing with his. Loses his leader attitude, becomes quiet and introverted, and can't seem to find as much passion in being a leader for his team like he did before. Is wary around everyone he's ever known, pushes people away like he did when he was a trainee. Sits in his room most days; is hardly ever seen, and when he is, he's looking at a little polaroid photo of you, clutched between shaking fingers as he wishes for you to come back.
Minho who immediately shuts himself away, refusing to see or talk to anyone. Spends all day in his dorm room, just sitting and staring placidly at the wall. Relives every single moment you've ever shared and wishes endlessly that he could have spent more time with you. Doesn't feel like dancing much anymore, and any remnants of energy he might have had when you were still here is gone. Becomes bitter and angry, harsh towards his own members. Even loves his cats a little less; most of his memories with them are ones shared with you, and they're far too painful for him to relive. His emotions dry up like a dead, shriveled plant and disappear, his teasing personality evaporating with it.
Changbin who goes radio silent over the phone; hangs up immediately after and can be heard throwing up from distress in the staff bathroom. Is taken sick for a week due to the shock, and doesn't eat much throughout. Ends up throwing all of his still-to-be-given-to-you love letters in the trash, along with the diamond ring he was planning to give you the night of your anniversary. Quits producing music; his words don't flow as smoothly as before, even when he rarely feels like talking to anyone. Permanent eye bags take place under his eyes as he goes online, clicking out of his gym membership. Doesn't want to touch any of your belongings, it's too painful, and quits working out due to the lack of energy in his body.
Hyunjin who choked out a terrible, wailing scream and tore out his hair when he found out what happened; begged his members for it not to be true. Spends all day just staring out the window; is no longer afraid of anything, and finds nothing but icy numbness and a deep blue sadness taking root in his heart. Covers the walls of his room and art studio in pictures of you; splatters the walls in scarlet red and peachy pink, and then splatters himself in the same shades. Can't find it in himself to paint for much longer after that; doesn't cut his hair or paint his nails anymore, because that was always your job. Sets fire to his sketchbook and puts the ashes of it in a jar; then sets it on his top shelf and tucks the rest of his supplies away. Is no longer able to find any beauty in the world, not if you aren't there with him to see it.
a/n: i'm not writing a part 2 unless someone requests it
hiii baby!!! I love your work and this is like my first request Iโve sent to anyone at all ๐ญ but could you do 28 and 7 for Minho ^^ tysm!!
hihi cutie~ i've actually had both of these prompts before so i got better at writing them hehe. also amogus divider bc why tf not
keychain - bf!lee minho x reader
pairing: bf!lee know x reader
summary: you fight with minho and he comes back to make things right.
genre: non-idol! au, pretty angst, soonie doongie dori honourable mention, comfort, fluffy ending, soft minho
a/n: so i started listening to lana del rey and i wrote this to 'sad girl' also div by @si-eunnis
โ๏ธ prompts: 7. "I'm glad you're here." / 28. "You're looking at me like that again."
skz prompt list | skz masterlist
You toss another dirty tissue across the countertop, sniffing as you watch it come to rest at the very edge, teetering. Leaning your cheek against the cold, marbled surface, you sigh and let the sharp feeling seep through your pores like iced water.
It does little to soothe the current puffy redness of your cheeks; how long have you been sitting here, crying? The golden hanging lights that frame the kitchen have made your hair warm to the touch, their beams caressing the messy state of it, and your back feels numb and achy from the awkward position you've been slumped in since Minho stormed out of the apartment. You sigh.
You don't even remember what you were fighting about.
Each exhale feels like it's been punched out of you as you relive the events of the past hour; him coming home, both of you tired and irritable, and then fighting over the pettiest thing that you don't even remember anymore.
Then he left.
You're not sure if he's coming back; he didn't take anything but his phone, which had been in his pocket as soon as he came in, and his work bag, which is still smashed against the wall where he'd dropped it with a sigh on coming home.
You can't fight a weak smile at the habit; you've installed multiple hooks along the wall so he can hang his bag up when he gets home, but every time you did, he'd always just drop it on the floor anyway, kicking off his shoes at the door.
And you'd smile and gesture at the hooks, but he'd just ignore them, kissing your fed-up expression off your face with a gentle mouth and squeezing your shoulder with a warm, solid hand.
The way he always does.
You look at those hooks now; one of the cats' collars is hanging off them, and several other items like hair ties and rings of keys adorn the others. You came into the kitchen one day and saw Minho hanging a cat toy from the hook nearest to the door so that, when he wasn't home, the cats would be able to play. Dori sits there now, batting with fluffy white paws at the feathers and bells on the string.
Ding, ding. Ding.
You're not sure why you're thinking of such things; surely anyone in your current situation would incessantly cry their eyes out, wailing at the mistake of fighting with their partner, instead of thinking about plastic wall hooks and under-stimulated cats.
You're so distracted that you don't even notice the apartment door open again, so slowly that it takes about half a minute for Minho to actually step inside.
He's soaked.
The smell of the night rain that he brings with him is suddenly so prominent inside the still air of the apartment that it's what makes you look up.
"Minho," you whisper, eyes red and puffy. You scrub a hand across your face, the skin stinging at the harsh treatment. You hadn't even heard the rain outside.
He doesn't look at you, just takes off his shoes, very deliberately. There's a little puddle of rainwater around his feet and you fight back an exhale as his socked feet meet the wet tiles. Dori immediately goes to nuzzle against his legs and then hisses at the unpleasant wetness of his owner's legs.
But Minho doesn't seem to notice, simply taking off layers until he's stood in his slacks and white work shirt, which is the only dry item of clothing he has on. He drops the rest of his clothes in a pile.
His eyes finally lift themselves to meet yours; the warmth in them is gone, replaced by something unreadable. A dull, heavy feeling settles in your gut, a sense of finality washing over your being. You know this is the moment that he'll say he wants to leave, that he just can't find it in himself to love you. He'll go to your shared room and start packing a suitcase, and take the cats with him, all while you wail and tug at his arms for him not to leave, please, Minho, don't leave-
"I'm sorry," he whispers.
Your gaze flits to his. Your voice is croaky, cracked, saturated with sadness. "What?"
He steps forward, ignoring the insistent mewing of Soonie and Doongie, who have just come into the room. "I'm sorry. I should have just left to clear my head and then came back, but I've been gone half the night."
You blink and look through tired eyes to the clock on the wall. It takes you a couple seconds to process the time. It's 1 am. Minho came home at 9 pm. You don't even know how many hours that is.
"How long were you walking in the rain?" You say, still whispering lest you scare him off again.
He shrugs. His mouth opens, like he wants to say something, but he's hesitant, like he's not sure how it will be received.
He speaks anyway. "I stalled for a while. I didn't know if you'd be here when I came back..." His fingers twist in the slightly damp material of his white shirt, fidgeting.
Your indignance suddenly takes over your upset state and you sit up straighter. "I would have waited all night for you, Minho. I wasn't going to leave..."
"I know," he says solemnly, and then quietly, "I'm glad you're here."
You nod and slowly slide off the chair you've been slumped in, disturbing a few of the tissues scattered across the countertop. "I'm sorry too, Min. I shouldn't have kept the argument going."
He shakes his head. "We were both tired. It happens."
You both stand in silence for a minute, neither one of you sure how to continue the conversation. It's almost awkward until Minho steps forward, taking out something from his pocket. He shyly holds it out.
You take a small step forward and take the small item from him. Unfolding your fingers from around it, you blink through unshed tears to see a small keychain resting in the palm of your hand. It's a little cat with its mouth open, its fur pattern like Soonie's, but grey instead of ginger. There's another attachment of a pink peach, and the clip keyring attachment is shaped like a heart.
You look up at Minho. His face is red. You remember suddenly that he's quite shy when it comes to giving things to people, and you can't fight the urge to throw yourself into his arms.
This little keychain is Minho's apology.
His skin is cold, damp from the rain, and the collar of his shirt is wet from the rain, but you hold him close anyway. You wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing your eyes shut. He's almost fetched up against the wall from how hard you threw yourself at him, but his arms find their familiar place around your shoulders.
You pull back slightly, gazing up at him. As if he wasn't soaked enough, your tears have left two patches on his chest, but he doesn't seem to mind.
"You're looking at me like that again." Minho says quietly.
You hum, a tear spilling down your cheek. "Looking at you like what?"
You see his throat bob, swallow hard. You can feel the constant thrum of his heart through the damp fabric of his shirt.
Minho gulps. "You always look at me like than when- when-"
"When I say I love you?" You finish for him.
Minho nods inaudibly, the movement of his head so small you almost don't see it at all. You smile, tilting your head at him, the tears beginning to slow.
You both stand there for who knows how long, clinging to each other, trapping between your bodies the smell of rain and fade cologne. Finally, Minho talks.
"I love you too."
a/n: this was way too long
ttokki!! can u share your works/requests in progress w us, please?
hi anon ! omg i don't know why but i heard the cutest, sweetest little voice saying this when i read it. cute. anyway, i have a couple wips right now:
โ bf jisung x reader who loves to bake
โ minho x reader with prompts 7 and 28 from my prompt list
โ another mystery 9th member fic that i'm thinking of posting soon
โ a skz reaction post
that's it so far ! requests usually kind of flood in after i post a 9th member fic so i'm just waiting for requests atm ><
bye cute anon . . .
hihi can i request 66 w/ Jisung? Kind like crack were you are both dead sick or smth? anyway have a great day/sleep (เน>โก<เน) ur write is to die for btw
โ anon ๐ฃ๐
hihi yes you can~ sorry this took a while to post lol, lots of wips. aww thank you, giggling n kicking my feet rn <3 here you gooooo my little chick paperclip anon lol
hot soup - sick bf!han jisung x sick!reader
pairing: sick bf!han jisung x sick!reader
summary: you're suffering with jisung through a cold (that he gave to you)
genre: fluffy to the max, idol! au, this is honestly just crack, sick lil jisungie and reader
a/n: han would be the type of make funny noises when his nose is bunged up don't even try to change my mind
"You do it."
"No, you."
"I did it last time."
Jisung groans and heaves himself upright, tissues falling off the sofa like a mini avalanche. He sluggishly gets up and drags himself to the coffee table for the remote control, pressing the select button to play the next episode of the kdrama you're both watching.
He sniffs and flops back down on the couch next to you, groaning as the intro begins to play for the umpteenth time. "Y/n?"
His nose is bunged up so it sounds funny when he talks, and your voice is no better as you respond. "Mmm.."
"I'm hungry."
You whine and roll over, burying your face in the blanket. Jisung adjusts himself so you're lying on his chest, cuddled in each others' arms. Blankets swamp both of your bodies, so that if anyone were to look at both of you, they would see just a large lump of fabric. A very sniffly, sick, snotty lump of fabric at that.
You groan and let out an ungraceful sneeze, almost projecting yourself off the sofa. Jisung closes his eyes, mildly put out.
"I don't wanna get up," you sigh, burying your face back in his chest. He smells warm, the skin radiating feverish heat through the material of his hoodie, and the faint, spiced smell of vapour rub hangs distinctly in the air. Not that it seems to be helping. "But I'm hungry as well. What should we make?"
Jisung doesn't even have to open his mouth before you both agree on soup. There's a large pot in the fridge, courtesy of a disgusted Minho, who packed a bag and refused to return to the dorm until both of you were better.
The pot is about half full- you lift it with almost shaky arms and place it on the stove, switching on the heat. Jisung stands beside you as you begin to stir, watching how the chicken shreds and green onions spin in a mesmerising circle. Little oil bubbles rest on the top of the liquid, simmering deliciously as the soup heats up, and by the time it's ready, both of you are salivating.
You ladle half of the pot into each bowl and hand one to Jisung, who reaches into a drawer for a pair of chopsticks. You pause and watch as he sleepily dips them into the soup, clearly too dazed and ill-ridden to understand his amusing actions.
"Sungie," you croak, trying not to laugh. "It's soup."
"Mhm.."
"No," you correct him, "You can't eat soup with chopsticks..."
He blinks, once. Then twice. And then, very slowly, he adjusts his grip on the chopsticks and continue dipping them into the soup, bringing them to his mouth to lick off what little broth remains on the utensils.
You sigh and bring a spoonful of the hot, nourishing liquid to your mouth and groan as its warmth saturates the inside of your mouth, instantly comforting. You'll have to remember to thank Minho later, and maybe ask for the soup recipe too, so you can make it when you're not feeling so sick in the future.
You climb with some difficulty onto the counter and continue ladling the soup into your mouth while Jisung stands, sock-footed on the tiles, sluggishly licking broth off his chopsticks. You tilt your head at him.
"I still don't understand why you're doing that," you say quietly, letting the steam from your bowl soothe the congestion in your sinuses.
"Because," Jisung croaks. "My throat hurts and swallowing feels icky to me."
"That soup will be ice cold by the time you finally get to the bottom of it. That is, if you even make it that far. Go to sleep."
He whines and sets the bowl down, taking a plate from the dishrack to cover it. "You're telling me to sleep as if you don't look like a walking zombie yourself..."
You huff and kick him lightly in the stomach, swinging your legs off the counter. "I wouldn't be a walking zombie if you didn't get me sick in the first place, Sung."
"It wasn't my fault-"
"Yes it was," you croak, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You kept me here all night cuddling without telling me you were sick."
He pouts. "But I wanted to be with you."
"So you purposely got me sick, is what you're saying."
Jisung looks away, a tired smirk making its way onto his features. "I just wanted to spend some time with my beautiful walking zombie baby. Can you blame me?"
You throw your spoon at him. "Han Jisung."
He ducks just in time, the spoon clattering to the floor. "Okay, okay, relax. I didn't know apocalyptic monsters were so temperamental..."
"Shut up and finish your soup."
"Okay, sorry."
a/n: i want soup so bad rn
Your Skz 9th member was so good, you really know how to write the members so well, their relationships with each other are perfect ๐ you should definitely write more 9th member
thank you so much anon ! yeah i definitely will once i get time and think up some new plotlines.
keep an eye out for updates !
THE THEME OMG ITโS EATINGGGG
omg thank you so much, i decided to change it again after a while... changed my user too bc i felt like it was getting old lol
i like the fact that our themes are literally opposites too hahah
how you been?
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เนเฃญ โญ โ some guidelines . . .
-> warnings will now be posted at the top of each fic to make this post a lil bit neater.
-> comment on the taglist post if you want to be added to my fic taglist !
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ot8!skz masterlist here . . .
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
YALL IM SO FUCKING BACK
omg love your new theme, it's so cuteee๐ญ๐
thank youuu ๐ซถ i felt like switching it up for a bit before i take a break
hiii do you have a taglist for lonely st.?
i do not currently but i can start one! would you like to be added ? chapter two comes out soon ><
send this to all your favorite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING ๐๐ค๐๐ค๐ (JJ from @justsomekpopstuff )
done โจ๐ค
the existence of @jeonginsleftcheek implies there is also a jeonginsrightcheek
sweetie did you lose your other half
im starting to fear im clogging your reqs with changbin suggestions, sorry about that ๐ but your writing is so good i swear, hoping i can think about some more to send you
no don't even worry anon ! i love seeing new requests. don't ever be afraid to send them in, no matter which member it's for ๐ค
let me know if you've got any more ideas ! love from mochi ๐ฅฐ
IM SO EXCITED FOR YHE NEW SERIES EEEEK CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHP
ahahah thank you!! glad you're enjoying it <3
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ๅฝก sfw writer - bts skz ults โโธโธ call me ttokki .. ๐ฒ เนเฃญ ห
เนเฃญ โญ โ โ๊ทธ๋๋ I know, ์ํด๊ฒ I flow...โ
โ๏ธ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฃ๐ฃ ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ข: kpop fanfictions, currently only for stray kids. fluff, angst, comfort, hurt/comfort, domestic, and so on. you can see all the categories on my masterlist below .
เญจโงโห๐๏ธโฉ
skz masterlist โง skz prompt list
(( requests currently open ))
เนเฃญ โญ โ โ๋ฏธ์น์ง ์์ผ๋ ค๋ฉด ๋ฏธ์ณ์ผ ํด, hey na na na...โ
ttokki signing out...โ
dividers by @bernardsbendystraws | @animatedglittergraphics-n-more