How's Our (Virtual) Son Doing? (SMAU)

Relationships: skz x gn!reader (ot8 - individually!)

Genre: Fluff, silly goofy, established relationship

Summary: Silly text conversations between you and your BF talking about the SKZoo-gatchis and how you're raising them <3

A/N: hehehe so I have the Wolf Chan SKZoogatchi (it's Jiniret rn!!) and I've just been having so much fun with it as a Tamagotchi girlie that I got inspired to make a lil SMAU about it <3 enjoy! (also, i apologize for the pics that have a hand visible in them!! it was very hard to find pics of all the dif SKZoogatchis without a hand visible in them faskldkdfs if its not your skin tone I apologize)

Special thank you to @furfoxsake22 for the Leebit Tamagotchi pic <33

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Chan

observant

there are two kinds of people in the world: those who reach out and take what they want and those who learn early on how to earn everything inch by inch. you belonged to the latter. college had never allowed you the luxury of choice: between lectures, you worked part-time at a high-end clothing store tucked between marble storefronts and cafes that charged too much for coffee. there, most days were a test of patience. wealthy customers spoke to you as if you were a part of the decor: useful but replaceable and invisible once their purchase was complete. still, aside from the fake smiles and the held back curses, the job was quieter mercies. there were moments when you were left alone to reorganise the stockroom, surrounded by silk and satin, slipping your hands through the fabric of dresses you could never afford. moments when customers pressed folded bills into your palm, thanking you for your kindness or for finding exactly what they hadn’t known how to ask for. those moments made the rest bearable.

you had just greeted one of the most annoying customers you’d ever dealt with when the chime of the door cut through the afternoon hum.

“good morning.” the voice was calm, low, almost hesitant.

you turned, already preparing your practiced smile, then paused.

you recognised him immediately. kim seungmin had a way of being unforgettable, even when he said nothing at all. you had known him since high school. always impeccably dressed, distant and sophisticated. he was the kind of guy everyone admired from afar and no one truly knew, handsome in a way that felt unfair.

the only times you had talked to him had turned into a mental reminder to never do it again, his coldness wounding you like a knife being pulled out of your chest.

then, you had seen him in college corridors, confidently walking as if the hallway were a runway. you laughed with your friends every time he walked by, masking the lingering ache of a crush that refused to die.

“morning,sir,” you murmured, bowing your head to focus on a row of leather clutches.

that wasn’t the first time you’d seen him in there, he was an habitual customer, always picking up the most expensive clothes - the exact same ones you would see him wear at college days later.

you prayed he would browse in silence like he always did, but his footsteps trailed yours.

“i need a dress,” he said “to gift.”

his hands were buried deep in his overcoat pockets, his expression unreadable as usual.

you nodded, slipping again into your role and gestured toward the fitting room area. “this way, please.”

he trailed behind you, a shadow of expensive cologne and heavy silence. as you hovered through the racks you could feel the weight of his gaze on the back of your neck, heavy and observant, and every time you caught his reflection in the mirrors that lined the walls he was looking everywhere but at the clothes.

“what kind of style are you looking for?” you asked, your finger dancing nervously over delicate lace.

“something…elegant,” he replied vaguely.

you began pulling options, laying them across a wide glass table and reciting their descriptions as if they were a script you knew by heart. seungmin was surprisingly attentive, his brow furrowing as he countered your suggestions.

you pulled a classic black slip dress, the silk so heavy it felt like water. “this is a staple, timeless and very elegant.”

he stepped closer, his scent filled your senses. he reached out, his long fingers brushed the fabric near where your hand rested.

“too simple,” he said, voice flat. “i don’t think simple would suit her.” he added, his voice lowered as if he was saying this to himself.

your heart gave a little thud, of course there was a she. you hummed, nodding as you hung the dress back where it was.

“i see. something with more character, then?” you pulled a red gown with a thigh-high slit.

he instantly shook his head.

you sighed, cursing yourself mentally for even trying. what even was he looking for? what was the occasion? and most importantly, who was he buying the dress for?

curiosity was eating you alive, not that knowing who the girl was would’ve changed anything, but the doubt hovered in your mind as you tried to find a different option to show him.

“you must have an idea of her measurement, sir?” you asked, trying to remain professional while your irritation simmered uncontrolled. “or perhaps her personality? it would help if i knew who i’m dressing.”

seungmin looked at you, his dark eyes directly pointing at yours with an intensity that made you want to hide. there was something extremely intimidating about him, you couldn’t tell exactly what it was but your legs felt like jelly every time he looked at you.

“or the occasion.” you quickly added, given his hesitation in answering your specific questions.

“a gala,” he said. “university.”

that narrowed things considerably.

“floor length, then. or at least tea-length. is she comfortable standing out?”

he considered that for a moment. “she doesn’t try to,” he said. “but it happens anyway.”

for a moment, you wondered what it would feel like to be that effortless, to be seen without asking. you pulled a deep emerald gown with an open back.

“this one has a clean silhouette. it photographs beautifully under warm lighting.”

he barely glanced at it. “no.”

you slid it back into place with a small sigh and moved on, selecting a light pink satin dress with delicate draping on the waist. “what about this? soft, it moves when you walk.”

he stepped close enough for you to feel his heat, he pinched the fabric between his fingers, rubbing it once.

“she’d hate this,” he stated. “it wrinkles if you sit down too long.”

that surprised a soft laugh out of you before you could stop it. you couldn’t disagree, though. you wouldn’t have chosen it either.

“practical. all right.”

it struck you then how closely he must have watched her, how deeply he must have paid attention to small discomforts. you pulled a midnight blue gown with a high neckline and beading along the cuffs.

“this is more reserved. very…academic.”

he studied it longer, then spoke flatly again. “it looks like something someone wears when they’re trying to disappear.”

you rolled your eyes as another sigh escaped your lips.

“you’re very discerning for someone who doesn’t care.” words slipped out without you noticing, you hoped he didn’t hear you but his gaze was already burning your skin.

“i care.” his tone was firm and deliberate, as if he was trying to convince you.

you exhaled slowly and reached for something bolder: a wine-red dress with structured shoulder and a dramatic slit. “this?”

his jaw tightened almost immediately. “too aggressive.”

“it’s a slit, not a weapon.” you bit back another laugh, irritation tangling in your chest. your patience was almost gone, you held your words back for the sake of the shop, you couldn’t let such a client slip away.

“alright, then. no satin, no silk that wrinkles, no loud colors, nothing aggressive, nothing that blends..” you repeated as to remind yourself to not make the same mistake twice, he tilted his head.

“you’re catching on.”

you wished, absurdly, that someone would catalogue you like that. that someone would notice what overwhelmed you or what you liked without saying it out loud. you wondered how that would feel, especially from someone who didn’t seem to care about anything at all.

you turned towards him. “help me, then. how tall is she?”

“about your height, i think.” he said, his eyes now fully on you.

“what is she like?” you asked, already turned towards the hung dresses, looking for one that could suit her.

silence lingered for a moment, as if you’d asked the wrong question.

“she’s stubborn,” he said at last.

“in that case…perhaps something unique.”

your hands stilled for a second, then you turned as if a lightbulb had just appeared on top of your head.

“there’s one more option!” you smiled, more to yourself for the pride of finally remembering the placement of every specific piece correctly. “but it’s not in this room.”

you rushed to a nearby room and he followed quickly. silence stretched between you both, the lighting dimmed and the noise of the store faded into a distant hum. elevated slightly on a pedestal was a long, shiny golden dress. the one you had spent multiple lunch breaks staring at, the kind of dress that looks straight out of a fairytale.

even seungmin stopped breathing. the dress shimmered faintly as if lit from within, soft fabric shined as if it was ready to turn whoever wore it into a literal star, the embroidery catching light in tiny deliberate flashes.

you stepped closer without even thinking and your fingers brushed the sleeve gently. for a second you even forgot seungmin was still there, you stared at the way the light caught the thread, imagining the weight of it, or how it would’ve swirled around someone’s ankle. that dress had always been your favourite, it couldn’t compare to any other piece in the store, its beauty was unmatched. you realised too late how long you’d been staring when seungmin’s voice broke the silence, bringing you back to reality. “this one.” he said simply.

you startled, pulling your hand back a if it burned. “sir, this is an archive piece. it’s one of a kind. the price alone-“

“doesn’t matter.” he interrupted you, his hands still in the pockets of his coat as if he was buying a simple drink.

“and the size-“

“it will fit.” he said, voice steady and certain.

you looked at him then, really looked, and saw something unfamiliar beneath his usual composure - a faint smile appeared on his lips and you thought you were hallucinating for a second.

“yes,” you said nodding. “it will.”

you couldn’t believe you were finally selling that one piece. the one every shop assistant had always tried to sell and no one ever dared to buy. words escaped your mouth uncontrollably, flooding the room as you ranted about how expensive it was. instead of someone meant to sell the piece you looked more like someone who was trying to gatekeep it. and you probably were at some point.

“really, sir. this piece is not just expensive, it’s archival. if its damaged or altered there is no replacement. i would strongly recommend thinking-“

“i know.” his interruption was gentle, unhurried.

you followed him to the counter, the inevitability of the moment pressing down on you with each step. he didn’t rush you. that, somehow, made it worse.

“we do have replicas,” you said, fingers tightening around the edge of the marble. “custom ones. same cut, same silhouette. most clients prefer something they don’t have to be afraid of.”

he looked at you then, not coldly, but with attention.

“i’m not looking for something similar.”

the register chimed as you pulled up the inventory. the number bloomed on the screen, obscene in its clarity. you swallowed.

“this could pay for a semester. maybe more.”

he didn’t respond. of course he didn’t. to him, money had never been something you measured in hours or exhaustion. it was just…there.

you exhaled, defeated. “all right.”

your hands moved on instinct - tissue paper, folds crisp and reverent, ribbon drawn tight. you had wrapped hundreds of purchases before, but never like that. never with the dull ache sitting low in your chest, never with the sense that you were sealing away something you didn’t want to let go of.

maybe your crush had never faded at all. maybe it had simply learned how to stay quiet. you had liked him for years in the quiet, humiliating way, through observation and through accepting that some people were just meant to be admired and not approached. and there he was, beautiful as ever, standing across from you, spending an amount of money you couldn’t even process for another girl.

the lid closed with a soft finality. he paid without ceremony.

“there,” you said, sliding the package across the counter toward him. “your purchase.”

he nodded absently, tucking his wallet away as he turned toward the exit. it took you a second to realise the box was still on the counter, untouched.

“sir,” you called, the word automatic despite everything. “i’ll have someone carry-“

“don’t.” he stopped.

you blinked. “i’m sorry?”

he turned back slowly, posture composed, face carefully arranged into something unreadable. then he reached out, not to you, but to the box, rotating it with quiet precision so that it faced you instead.

“keep it.”

your heartbeat thundered.

“you looked at it,” he said, voice lower now. “like you were afraid to want it.”

your fingers curled into your palms.

“and i realised,” he continued, finally meeting your eyes, “that it was never meant to leave this store with anyone else.”

warmth crept up your neck, your chest tight and unsteady.

“seungmin,” you whispered. “i can’t accept this. it’s too much.”

he exhaled, something like frustration flickering across his features, controlled, as if it surprised him too.

“you’re thinking too hard,” he said. then, more carefully, “you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

that made you frown, was even there another girl?

“the gala,” he said. “we could go together, you could wear it there.” his tone was calm but you didn’t answer.

“or if you don’t want to go we can have dinner together. somewhere quieter, since you don’t like crowds.” he explained. you gasped silently, how did he know?

“at uni,” he said, “you usually sit near the aisle. you avoid the centre rows… and you don’t like being asked questions.” his eyes flicked to you once, then away. “i noticed.”

“you always arrive early,” he went on, as if reading from memory. “and leave before anyone can speak to you. i tried once,” a small laugh escaped him. “but you were already packing. i assumed you didn’t want to be interrupted.”

your pulse thrummed painfully, you had never thought he was such an observer. yet, he seemed to have captured you perfectly, probably in a way no one ever had.

“i approached you,” he added. “you didn’t realise. then you were already gone.”

silence stretched. you had never noticed. never, not a single time. you thought you had him all figured out but you were completely wrong.

“i don’t chase people, and you never gave the impression you wanted to be caught.” a faint smile appeared on his lips, just for a few seconds.

“so,” he resumed, voice returning to its earlier neutrality, “the gala.”

then, as if revising the offer for your comfort, “or dinner.”

“we can leave early,” he said. “we can sit somewhere quiet.”

he stepped back, composure sealing itself shut again.

“be ready by eight,” he said. “if you decide to go.”

his hand rested on the door. he hesitated, then added “if you don’t, you know how to reach me.”

the bell rang softly as he left.

you stood unmoving, the box warm beneath your palms, his words replaying with unsettling clarity.

he hadn’t admired you loudly.

he had memorised you.

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ℋANDS OFF ℘ SKZ's!

ɞ . abstract. they’re used to sharing their lives with the world, but they aren't interested in sharing you. eight times the members reminded a stranger exactly where the line was drawn. ɞ . warnings / tags. fluff. suggestive. jealous!skz. established relationship. possessive & territorial behavior. intimidation of others. unwanted attention/harassment. encroachment on personal space. mentions of alcohol/drinking.

the studio was crowded, way more crowded than it usually was during a late-night tracking session. you were perched on the edge of the leather sofa, tucked into the corner with a drink in your hand, while the rest of the guys milled around. it was supposed to be a low-key wrap party for the new album, but some of the producers had brought friends, and the room felt small.

chan was across the room, leaning over the console with changbin and a couple of senior engineers. he looked good—focused, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a pencil tucked behind his ear—but you could tell he was keeping one eye on the door and one eye on you. he always did that. he called it being a good host, but you knew it was just his nature to keep track of his people.

"so, how long have you known the group?"

you blinked, pulling your gaze away from chan to look at the guy who had just sat down next to you. he was one of the guest track-makers, someone you’d seen a few times but never really spoken to. he was leaning in close, his arm draped over the back of the sofa, effectively carving out a little bubble for the two of you.

"oh, a long time," you said, offering a polite smile. "i’ve been friends with chan since before the debut."

"lucky guy," he chuckled, his eyes scanning your face in a way that felt a little too lingering. "i can see why he keeps you around. you’ve got a really great energy." he introduces himself, giving you some name that you can't recall. can't bother to.

𝘼𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣

based on this request by @vernorica123 pairing: seungmin x female reader

sc: 28 cw: strong language, angst, no comfort, no happy ending, mischaracterisation of seungmin! (please know i love this man will all my heart and do not believe he would behave this way!!)

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『 the revenge game 』

୨୧ summary: you hate chan because your boyfriend hates chan, and you’re pretty sure he hates you too. so when he proposes a fake dating arrangement after you get cheated on, you accept only for the revenge plot. but that doesn’t exactly go as planned, because maybe you two never really hated each other after all. ୨୧ pairing: student!bang chan x fem!student!reader ୨୧ genre: college!au, enemies to lovers / fake dating, a lil fluff, a lil angst, smut MINORS DNI ୨୧ word count: 20.6k ୨୧ featuring: jaehyun of nct and mina & jihyo of twice ୨୧ warnings: 18+, cheating (not between reader and chan), mentions of alcohol, explicit language, poor communication, some arguing, overuse of italics (sorry!), oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (pls dont do it), breast play (+ one slap !), creampie, multiple orgasms, spitting, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (baby, princess), afab reader ୨୧ author's note: let's play a game of how many troupes can i fit into one fic! i did all of my college courses online so not too much on me and my unrealistic depictions pls… also obviously this is not an accurate portrayal of jaehyun, i love that man down okay!! and i got a lil lazy midway through this and rushed it to get to the smut lmao sorry!

⟢ …( 💬 ) all alone ˎˊ˗ ₊⊹ 一 skz ՞

ﾒ૦ﾒ૦ ❝ hogging the ice . . .  ⟡ ݁₊ .

[ sunzy's callin' ] : so im js making smau's for everything icba turning into a fic apparently... hm... anyway i MIGHT cook up a xmas type themed fic - if i do it'll prolly be posted on xmas night (for my tmz...)

"i always want you when i'm coming down," — the weeknd

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𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 2K Event pairing: han jisung x reader

wc: 4299 cw: fluff, hannie being a loser, strong language, mentions of alcohol

a/n: guys i might make more of these because i had too many idea and not enough time

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The bar was already hazy from the moment you walked in. For a first date spot, your first impression wasn't great. 

Drunk men sit at the bar, trying hard to remain upright on the stools. Most of the booths were filled, except the one your date slides into. The leather is sticky, the table is dirty and someone had left about 5 glasses at the end. 

Your date is beaming. You can tell he's thinking 'I've nailed this, best first date ever', and you're sitting trying to find a good reason to leave. 

secret santa

a/n: i'm so sad that there are only four fics left of this event but also so nervous and excited because this one is my favourite one and i hope you like it as much as i do 🩷

Prompt: Brother Han, Brother's Best Friend Felix

This is also related to my SKZ Big Brother headcanons I did a while back. You don't have to read them, but you can if you'd like :)

SS Count: 28

A/N: I don't tend to get into the more negative side of things on my Tumblr, but in wake of some stuff that's come out today I wanted to post this Felix SMAU and remind ya'll that this man is genuinely one of the sweetest idols out there. He (and the rest of SKZ) deserve the world.

Photo Texts: Bang Chan - Lee Know - Changbin - Hyunjin - Han - Felix - Seungmin - I.N

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𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣

2K Event pairing: changbin x female reader

wc: 5332  cw: fluff, comfort, talk about an abusive ex (it is about a paragraph of it, nothing too explicit but please don't read if this will hurt you)

a/n: ahh, this is only the beginning of my curly-hair/glasses/gentle giant changbin agenda

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"Just tell him I'm sick or something," you whine, head thrown against the arm of the couch. Your legs are swung on top of your roommates legs. He shifts a little under them. Your arm is thrown over your eyes, but you can tell he's fixing you with a warning glance. "We don't even know each other, it's not like he's going to be that upset."

"He will be," Felix counters, "because I've been talking you up all week."

You sit up and look at him, "you haven't shown him any pictures have you?"

"Actually I have."

Out Of Line - Bang Chan

summary: when your boyfriend misinterprets your joke, it leads to a painful fight fueled by stress and fear

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

word count: 3216 words

a/n: based on this request ♡

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The apartment was warm that evening.

Your legs were tangled with Chan’s on the couch, the lights dimmed except for the TV where some overly dramatic k-drama couple were arguing for the fifth episode in a row. A bowl of pretzels sits between you. You feed him one. He steals two from your fingers. You swat his hand. He laughs, soft and breathy, leaning his head against your shoulder.

For once, he’s not in the studio and his phone isn’t buzzing. It was that rare moment where he was all yours.

You push a pretzel between his lips. He bites it, smiling around it, eyes crinkling as he looks at you.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he murmurs. “I just missed this.”

Your heart swells.

𝘼𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

2K Event

paring: Boxer Lee Know! x Female! Reader

wc: 4457 (not proofread) cw: violence, blood, harassment, bullying, strong language, fluff

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a/n: i am obsessed with boxer lee know i could write about him all day and night

"What the fuck did you just say?" Minho spat, squaring up to the figure towering over Jisung. He's lying on the ground, curled up. He spits blood onto the floor beside him.

"You heard me Lee," the figure puffed out his chest, moving closer to breathe in Minho's face, "I called him a fucking pussy."

Minho smirked down at the figure, clearly not phased. He was taller, buffer, more intimidating. But this guy, the one who punched Jisung and kicked him to the ground seemed to have some sort of complex.

"Pick him off the ground." Minho demands. Voice smooth and silky.

"And if I don't?"

𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚

2K Event

paring: Lee Felix! x Female! Reader x Kim Seungmin!

wc: 10010 (not proofread) cw: angst, some fluff

event masterlist .... masterlist

a/n: this is the first time writing something angsty like this... i hope it's good hehe

Felix was everything you dreamed of. Sweet, caring, attentive. There wasn't anything that he missed. 

When you were sick, he'd force you to stay in bed while he cooked you dinner and endless desserts. When you were sad, he'd curl up beside you and let you talk, or cry or just sit in silence. Because that's who Felix is. Caring. 

You fell in love with him that way. When you first met, you loved to watch him from afar, caring for his members. When he extended that care and kindness to you, your feelings increased tenfold. 

You love him. And he loves you. Your relationship is built on trust, honesty and beneath it all, a genuine care and love for each other. 

So when Felix told you his best friend was back in town, you didn't bat an eye. You refused to be the kind of girl who gets jealous about the girl best friend and the last thing you wanted was to be the girlfriend who demands he doesn't have any girl friends at all. 

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