↬watercolor.

you have a crush on him, he feels nothing. you’d do anything as long as you get to spend time with him, he takes it for granted. but even those who have feelings for someone can reach their limit, and hyunjin is the only one to blame.

↬pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

↬genre: social media au, angst, fluff, pining, unrequited love, slow burn, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

↬warnings: eventual written parts (w), mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, +18 content (minors dni!!)

↬status: ongoing

↬playlist

↬a/n: if you’re interested in being part of the tag list, send me an ask! all i ask for if you wanna be in it is some feedback in return as the story goes on, since that is what gives me motivation to keep it going. i hope you guys enjoy!

🌼 y/n’s squad

🌼 hyunjin’s squad

🌼 part one — coffee

🌼 part two — the new jeongin

🌼 part three — tickets

🌼 part four — third wheeling

🌼 part five — definitely nothing

🌼 part six — devil on my shoulder

🌼 part seven — one time thing (w)

🌼 part eight — unbelievable

🌼 part nine — booty call

🌼 part ten — walk of shame (w)

🌼 part eleven — wingwoman

🌼 part twelve — loving love

🌼 part thirteen — spasm

🌼 part fourteen — spotlight

🌼 part fifteen — psycho (w)

🌼 part sixteen — nothing important

🌼 part seventeen — double date

🌼 part eighteen — ultimate nerd

🌼 part nineteen — dreamlike (w)

🌼 part twenty — snitch

🌼 part twenty one — kicked out

↳ bonus — lost (w)

🌼 part twenty two — faithful

🌼 part twenty three — raincheck

🌼 part twenty four — fling

🌼 part twenty five — again

🌼 part twenty six — busy

🌼 part twenty seven — closure (w)

🌼 part twenty eight — code red

🌼 part twenty nine — (not) okay

🌼 part thirty — local cliché

🌼 part thirty one — open secret

↳ bonus — art studio (w)

🌼 part thirty two — cool

🌼 part thirty three — don’t care

🌼 part thirty four — going crazy

🌼 part thirty five — slow walkers

🌼 part thirty six — hairband

🌼 part thirty seven — detour

🌼 part thirty eight — old habits

↳ bonus — q&a (w)

🌼 part thirty nine — mean it (w)

🌼 part forty — non-platonic

🌼 part forty one — badmouthing

🌼 part forty two — hating hwang hours

🌼 part forty three — wrong

↳ bonus — pfp

🌼 part forty four — cancelled

🌼 part forty five — lamb skewers

🌼 part forty six — drunk words (w)

🌼 part forty seven — unblock me

🌼 part forty eight — chickened out

🌼 part forty nine — little push

🌼 part fifty — daisies (w)

🌼 part fifty one — binnie hater era

🌼 part fifty two — dancey dance

Protect and Serve.

pairing: cop!minho x fem!reader

content: when you learn the reason behind your recent unexplained paranoia, you don’t know what to do. thankfully, Officer Lee Minho is there to protect and serve you, in every possible way.

inspiration: skz code ep. 53, bc fuck

word count: 13k (yep, it would seem i have a problem)

warnings: MDNI 18+, cop!au, angst, cursing, being stalked by stranger, alluding to/mention of drugging and sexual assault (nothing happens to reader), someone gets punched, guest skz appearances by a couple familiar faces, casual alcohol use, SMUT, lil bit of cop/officer roleplay, marking, groping, cunnilingus, fingering, mention of traffic light system, handcuffs, p in v, protected sex (say whattt? it does exist), orgasm control, some fluff, happy ending

author’s note: seeing skz in these police uniforms altered my state of being. i had to stop everything and write this. and it was so much fun! but side note, let’s pretend all my cop/law enforcement terminology and procedure is correct (it’s not), bc we out here to be delulu, not factual-ulu✨ just shhh don’t think about it, focus on pretty cop minho, ‘kay babes?

let me know your thoughts!🫶

enjoy!

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Something was wrong.

You didn’t know how to explain it, but you’d been feeling some kind of sixth sense alerting you to something being amiss for the past week or so, every time you walked home from work.

too close to home

pairing: none (platonic ot8 & female reader)

summary: as the only female of stray kids, you've always felt a little out of place. this comeback, the comments and criticism seem to hit a little too close to home and you start to think that maybe the group is better off without you.

word count: 8.5k

tags/warnings: 9th member au, hurt/comfort, angst, mean fans, anxious thinking, insecurities, overthinking

a/n: this is my first fic for my appreciation event! big thank you to everyone who has supported me and sorry this took so long to post.

special shoutout to @kangaracha who is basically the only reason i was able to finish this fic! she was my biggest cheerleader throughout my writing and if you would like to read an amazing 9th member fic, please please go read queenmaker.

where the heart is collection | read it on ao3 | masterlist

Spiderman Han Jisung

Plot Overview:

After filming an episode of SKZ Code where they had to wear costumes, Jisung comes home still dressed in his tight Spiderman suit—minus the mask, plus a cocky smirk. He knows about your little Spidey fantasy, and he’s more than happy to make it a reality.

Warnings: NSFW/18+ 🔞 | dom!Jisung | Spiderman kink | dirty talk | unprotected sex | rough sex | spanking | choking (light) | teasing/brat taming | Jisung being a filthy, cocky menace

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The air feels heavy with anticipation the moment you hear the front door creak open. You’ve been waiting for this, waiting for him, and he knows it. You’ve been texting Jisung all day, but he’s been leaving you hanging on purpose, letting the tension simmer. His last message was a simple tease:

You’re gonna want to keep the door unlocked. I’m bringing your favorite hero to you.

Of course, you didn’t think he’d actually do it. Not in a million years. But here you are, sitting on the couch, phone still in hand, heart pounding as the sound of his footsteps gets closer.

The words resounded in the back of Jisung's mind as he continued to feel the kicks and punches from his classmates. See, with him, you either liked him or you didn't. Sadly, there didn't seem to be an in-between. There was no indifference and there didn't seem to be many that liked him, either. He had a handful of acquaintances, but only one good, true friend. She was the light of his life, that and music. In times like this, when he was beaten and battered, cast out, and torn down by the world, he knew that if he just held on, she'd be there. 

There to comfort him, there to lift him up, there to hold his hand and tell him that it gets better. That's what he had to hold on to, “it gets better.” The promise of that alone gave him enough hope that he'd get through these tumultuous teenage years and one day look back at this and consider it a learning experience. Just something he could mark off as a growth exercise. At least that's what he hoped. He hoped to turn all the shity life struggles into art. His words, his life, his voice. He refused to be a loser.

Jisung wanted nothing more in life than to play his music for the people who appreciated it. For the most part that meant that he was playing it for a crowd of one, you. But he didn’t mind if the venue wasn’t fancy, or if it was just one person taking in the songs that he performed. Just the look of pure joy on your face from listening to his voice, gave him enough hope that one day he could do this on a larger scale. He just hoped that you would be one of the smiling faces when he looked out at the crowd.

by your side 日 ── your boyfriend wakes up, feeling your absence and lost-warmth in the middle of the night.

the night was unusually quiet, as if the universe itself had decided to hush the world into stillness. the faint hum of the city outside was softened by the gentle patter of rain against the windows, a rhythmic lullaby that often lulled you into dreams. but tonight, it couldn't. not when your mind was restless, tangled in thoughts you couldn’t untie. you hadn’t meant to disturb the peace of the bed—the warmth of your boyfriend beside you was usually enough to keep the darkness at bay. but something unspoken gnawed at you, an ache too familiar to ignore.

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: Han X gn reader

Summary: Your boyfriend finds you celebrating your birthday alone in the dark.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: I'm choking on nostalgia at 1 am and if I'm suffering, I'm afraid I'm going to make you suffer with me too. Happy birthday, celebrate your birthdays, or I'll cry.

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“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me.”

The lyrics were murky as your brain tried to remember the song from so long ago. With the light on above the kitchen sink, your view of the area was pretty dim. In front of you, a perfectly wrapped cupcake was topped with sprinkles and a single lit candle. 

BINSUNG feat. 🐰 SKZ-TALKER GO! S05E02

— STEP OUT ! ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆

❛ 八命合一心 ; eight lives united as one heart ❜

about: welcome to step out! this is an ot8 stray kids series containing solo fics for all members based off of their respective songs from the newest album "合". here, you'll be able to choose and explore from a variety of themes and universes, and each world is handcrafted to revolve around one out of the eight, whether the inspiration for it came from the lyrics, melody, concept or more. though the stories are not directly connected with one another, each of them has its own flair. with any hope, they'll be to your liking, so do stick around to find out & enjoy your stay!

status: ONGOING.

pairing(s): ot8!stray kids x fem!reader

disclaimer: all fics contain MATURE content along with smut which is not appropriate for minors. viewer discretion is advised & you are the only one responsible for the content you consume.

add. notes: hello n welcome 2 lovscb97 first series debut ... this idea came to me on a whim when i was listening to seungmin solo on a walk n i was like "yk what would be cool ? ot8 fics based off their solo songs. Yea." n boom! step out was born. special thanks to jamsie n nico for their help n i hope u guys enjoy it loads!!! plz mind the tags for each specific fic before reading (more detailed ones will come with each chapter so as to not spoil much about the stories) but other than that have a great time n lmk what u think if u wish <3 details for specific fics are under the cut btw!

last updated: 01/01/2025.

TAGLIST: OPEN!

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Let’s Fall in Love, IRL | Masterlist

pairing: Jisung x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, Pen pals to lovers, friend of a friend to lovers

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

summary: When she was a child, L/n Y/n was in a horrible accident that left her face disfigured. After getting bullied relentlessly by her classmates for her appearance, Y/n escaped to the digital world where she meets Felix. Now an adult, Y/n has be come a complete social recluse, only talking to her 4 childhood best friends and roommates and her only friends. When Felix goes AFK one day in the middle of a game, Felix’s roommates decides to step in. Is this the start a new relationship or will Y/n’s crippling social anxiety get in the way?

status: completed

word count: 24K+

screenshot count: 324

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Skz fake texts ── bf! SKZ Pranking them with another member’s name a little cheeky, a little mean

Warning: mentions of playful banter

── all fake texts

Requested.

Loser Club

Jisung x Reader (fem.) Genre: High School au!/College au!, Best Friend! Jisung, Friends-to-Lovers, Love at First Sight, Romance, Angst, mutual pining Warnings: mentions of cursing, drinking, somewhat proofread WC: 9.7k A/N: I really thought I was gonna scrap this all those weeks ago, but finally the motivation struck and winter season really got me into completing it. I really hope you’ll like it as much as I enjoyed struggling with writing it 🫶 Feedback, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading! ── MASTERLIST

──────────────────────── They say that watching the first snowfall of the year with the person you love, makes your love last forever.

A saying Han Jisung had heard on television the night before.

Just some random line from a drama his mother had been watching as he passed through the hall. Yet, for some reason, the words had lingered on his mind, and now, as he lay on the snow piled ground, they were still there, hovering through his thoughts.