If You Write Purely Sfw Stray Kids Fanfiction, Please Rb This With Your Url In The Tags So That I Can

requests—

hey ya’ll, peachy here.

i’ve decided that i’m gonna open my inbox for requests bc i’m not sure what i wanna post on here since my motivation to write all the WiPs i have is supremely low, so i figured i’d actually write stuff that other people want.

but i gotta lay down a few rules before i do:

1) i do not write smut and i will not write smut. i’m sorry, but it’s just not something i’m good at - not to mention i don’t feel great about imagining the sex lives of real or fictional people. it’s just kinda icky.

2) i don’t write alpha, beta, omega, whatever wolf-pack kinda stuff. i joke about catboys all the time, but i’m not up for actually writing about it.

3) if you want me to write the reader as being male or female specifically, u gotta let me know. otherwise imma just do it gender neutral and it might not be as satisfying for u as the person who requested it.

4) i’m not open to writing character x character, unless they’re fictional then it’s fine. although, i won’t write incest, even if they’re fictional or adopted siblings.

5) i’m okay with writing about sensitive subjects like mental illness (depression, anxiety, etc) and prejudice (sexism, discrimination, etc) but if you’ve requested certain things that i don’t think i can write, i just won’t write it or i’ll private message you so we can alter it together and i’ll write something different.

okay, so now all the boring and important stuff is out of the way let’s look at the fun stuff!!

what i write:

• imagines/drabbles

• headcanons

• blurbs

fandoms i write for:

• marvel cinematic universe - specifically bucky barnes, steve rogers, peter parker, pietro maximoff, thor, loki, jack thompson, daniel sousa, young howard stark (from agent carter).

• dc universe - dick grayson (from titans) and gar logan (from titans).

• the umbrella academy - specifically diego hargreeves.

• peaky blinders - specifically thomas shelby and alfie solomons.

• star wars - specifically kylo ren/ben solo, poe dameron, and finn.

• adam driver cinematic universe - specifically kylo ren, ben solo, flip zimmerman, and charlie barber.

• the originals - specifically klaus mikaelson.

• brooklyn 99 - specifically rosa diaz.

kpop groups i write for:

• bts

• stray kids

• twice

• nct

• red velvet

if u want me to write anything, u can send me a private message or send an ask to my inbox.

thank youuu (๑╹ω╹๑ )

Minho, striding into the dorms: Good morning Gays!

Chan: I think you mean guys,

Minho: Not at all. Who wants breakfast?

*playing Among Us*

Hyunjin: I like your pet Jisung

Jisung: Thank you

Jisung: Kiss me

(it's all fun and games until you learn that this actually happened to me)

written by: 🥺

[12:08] being prince!hyunjin's tutor wasn't the easiest job in the world, unlike you had expected it to be. after all, he was part of the royal family, raised to be polite, well-rounded and a suitable heir—and that's exactly how you assumed the young prince would act.

but that definitely wasn't the case. hyunjin was just so annoying. sweet and kind, no doubt, but annoying. he had no desire to learn, instead preferring to spend his days frolocking outside in the castle gardens or, if allowed, taking a carriage through the village just to "see how his people were doing", as he had commented once. whilst you could understand that being cooped up in a castle with the weight of a future kingdom on his shoulders was bound to ebb away at his motivation, it definitely didn't make your job any easier.

you leaned against the pillows of his bed whilst you waited for him, reading a book you had read a thousand times before. it was one that hyunjin was supposed to read too, but he'd barely registered five words before he started whining that he wanted you to do it instead. granted, it was very interesting, and in the time it had taken you to get through half the book with hyunjin (he kept losing interest at random points and requesting that you restart the chapter) you had already memorised every line of dialogue, every twist and turn—so much so that you could probably perform it to hyunjin but, of course, you would never dare embarrass yourself like that.

it wasn't until the bed sunk beneath you suddenly that you realised that hyunjin had entered the room. you'd been so swept up in the main character's inner conflict that you'd barely noticed. he groaned, "jousting is the worst."

"why is that?" you asked, not bothering to look up from the book, but still unable to concentrate on whatever the main character was now thinking. something about her conflicting adoration and hatred for the love interest, you guessed.

"because the horse doesn't listen to me, and when you fall off you fall straight into mud. not to mention i keep dropping the-"

the horse doesn't listen to me. his words echoed in your brain for a few seconds as you tried to distinguish between what he had said and what you were reading. straight into the mud—

"hyunjin!" you interrupted his tale, throwing your book to the side and ushering him off the bed.

your sudden realisation was correct; the dirty armour he was wearing - which went unnoticed by you before - had stained massive patches of mud on his white sheets. you turned back to him. "the maids are going to kill me for letting you do this." you pointed a finger at his armoured chest. "then they're going to come for you."

hyunjin laughed and folded his arms across his chest. "why do you always treat me as though i am a child?"

you rolled your eyes and moved over to the bed, beginning to strip the sheets and get them washed before the stains were irreversible. "because you are a child."

"yes, but so are you. you are only a year older than me, may i remind you."

"a year older and your tutor," you replied. "i have the responsibility of looking after you and teaching you, therefore i have authority and you must respect me."

you heard a clatter as he dropped something to the floor, followed by a clash of metal. "and i will be your king in little time."

"yes, well, you're not just yet."

the dirty sheets were now a bundle which you scooped up into your arms. just as you turned to make your way over to the laundry basket, hyunjin stepped in your way. he'd shed himself of his armour and now wore a loose white shirt and black trousers.

"you're my tutor, and thus you serve me."

you tried to ignore how close the two of you stood, but it was difficult when you now could see the tiny specks of dirt on his skin and the mole beneath his eye that you'd never noticed before. he seemed like the only person who could be caked in multiple layers of dirt and grime and somehow pull it off.

"and you're insufferable."

"that's no way to speak to the person you serve."

"i'm not serving you right now," you said and thrust the pile of sheets into his arms. "do your laundry yourself. i think it's a skill that the future king should have," you added.

there was a quirk in his lips. for a second, you thought he was going to argue back. your prediction was immediately disproved when he pivoted, crossed the room and dropped the sheets into the laundry basket.

he faced you, smiling this time. "good enough for a future king?"

"good enough for a peasant boy," you said, half words and half scoff. "now you have to actually wash your laundry, not just get other people to do it for you."

he wrinkled his nose disapprovingly. "i'd rather learn to cook."

"that can be arranged. i'll take you down to the kitchen and ask the chef to teach you how to make a soufflé."

"a what?"

"dear god."

you nudged his shoulder with yours as you passed him and lead him in the direction of the kitchen. his reading would have to be discarded, but you supposed that was okay if it was in favour of teaching him life skills.

being hyunjin's tutor would never be easy but, luckily for you, you liked a challenge.

Hyunjin: You know what? I think I'm getting really good at taking constructive criticism.

Chan: Oh that's cool! So about your dancing earlier—

Hyunjin: *already crying* Go ahead,

Would you write a Kim Namjoon imagine where he's crushing on an American girl living in Seoul who first became close friends with the Maknaes (especially her fellow 1995ers) and all of BTS likes her because she makes them feel normal, like she clearly is impressed by their talent but let's them be normal people and one night Namjoon expresses his appreciation and feelings for her after she rambles about how amazing he is? I hope this made sense, I apologize if not and thank you in advance!

no problem, i'd love to write that!! thank u sm for requesting 💕💕

My first comic is project.

To:

Chan's Room Ep. 15 - with the heart-warming Outro: Fix You by Coldplay

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Hope you Stays like this n go check out this vlive! Especially when you are down!

Idk xd,

it's just really nice to know there is sb out there,

Tho I can't really reach them.

But yea :3 love watching their vlive hehe.

My safe place

hi all !!! just hattie here. sorry for being so inactive lately. unfortunately this isnt going to be much of a skz-centred account anymore. i may write occasional scenarios if i feel like it, but it wont be strictly skz and will probably involve different fandoms that i'm interested in at the time. nevertheless, thank u for all ur support !! <333

bad idea—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

pairings: yoo jeongyeon x reader

warnings: mild swearing

summary: admittedly, it wasn't the best idea to go camping during one of the coldest months of the year, but with the warmth of your girlfriend jeongyeon, a mistake can be easily corrected.

thanks to @peachyeva​ for requesting this!!

“this was such a bad idea,” you whisper to yourself, except the words barely leave your numb lips, so it sounds more like a set of incomprehensible syllables. 

you’re too cold to care anyway. despite the plethora of blankets wrapped around you and multiple layers of clothing - including jeongyeon’s thick purple hoodie which she so kindly gave up to you - your teeth still chatter uncontrollably. goosebumps rise on your frigid skin, and you can barely feel your fingers as you clutch a steaming mug of tea to your chest.

the tent zips open and jeongyeon’s face pokes in, cheeks and nose flushed red. she shuts the tent behind you as a final line of defence against the unrelenting autumn wind then plops down on the end of the blow-up mattress.

you spot the bowl of marshmallows in her hand and open your mouth to speak, but she holds her hand up in dismissal before any more muffled syllables can escape your lips.

“i know what you’re going to say. don’t even bother.”

“how did you know what i was going to say?” you question whilst she shuffles across the mattress until she’s laying next to you.

she smirks. “i’m telepathic. now open up.”

you grimace, but jeongyeon picks a pink marshmallow out of the bowl and waves it in front of your lips. with a roll of your eyes, you reluctantly open your mouth and allow her to slip the treat in.

“you didn’t have to, jeongyeon,” you say, words now softened by the food rather than the lack of feeling in your lips. the marshmallow is warm and sweet, allowing a new warmth to bloom in your chest. 

jeongyeon groans, “i told you not to bother.” there’s a brief silence as she chews her own marshmallow. “what’s the point in going camping if you don’t get to eat roasted marshmallows?”

“what’s the point of going camping if it’s freezing cold?”

she shrugs, and you take it as a win. you don’t get long to revel in your victory before she stuffs another marshmallow into your mouth, perhaps to shut you up, but that’s okay. you eat and drink in silence, listening to the wind howling outside, just a thin material (and many fluffy blankets) away from battering you with its’ strength.

jeongyeon places the bowl down on the floor when you’re done. she wastes no time in wrapping herself around you, head nuzzled into your neck. her soft breaths tickle your skin, but in a calming sort of way, and you allow your eyes to flutter shut.

“okay, i’ll admit it,” she says after a brief silence, “this was not one of my better ideas.”

“yeah, because you’re notorious for your good ideas. remember when you were convinced that feeding the seagulls one french fry each would get them to leave us alone?”

“don’t remind me. i still hear squawks and flapping wings in my nightmares sometimes,” she whines.

you erupt into a fit of giggles at this. jeongyeon only pouts and exclaims, “i can’t believe you’re laughing at my misfortune!”

“i would’ve laughed when it happened if i wasn’t being chased by ravenous birds. why am i always swept up in your mistakes?”

jeongyeon pouts for real this time. you can’t help but feel bad, and quickly roll onto your side so you can caress her face. “i’m actually quite enjoying this, though.”

“really?”

“yeah, i enjoy being cold. it means i have an excuse to cuddle up to you.”

jeongyeon grins, cheeks blushing even darker than they already were. “you can cuddle up to me whenever.”

“i know, baby.” you lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on her lips. “moral of the story: don’t let jeongyeon make decisions.”

“unless they involve cuddling.”

“yeah, unless they involve cuddling.”

Minho: Yeah I can tell

Jisung: You .... have a face

Minho: Well duh

Jisung: Uhm...I mean, you have a nice face

Minho: Ok, and?

Jisung: Please accept my attempts at flirting. I'm really bad at this