Hey Riri

hey riri💕

it's ✨anon

How are you these days? I hope your taking care of yourself luv <33

I haven't been that well, but it's okay

Did you listen to "come play" from the arcane soundtrack? it's rlly cool. innie also just did a live, but unfortunately i don't have screenshots.

love -✨

Hi love!

I’m sorry you’re feeling down, I’m always here if you need.

Yes I’ve listened to it!! I love it sm!

ALSO OMG Innie’s live saved my day, I was feeling bad but he made it better <3 I have too many screenshots…

xoxo

heyyy, can I suggest a plot that's been in my mind for a while? They are in a new relashionship (like 3 months) (but they've been friends for a while) and he says "I love you" first, and reader is like frozen and don't know how to react, because she likes him a lot but she's not ready to say "i love you" yet... but he doesn't get mad, he's like "it's ok, I'll keep saying it until you're ready, just wanted to let u know" and then eventually she says I love you back. I thought of this with Chan...or Changbin... or maybe Seungmin? But I don't know, it's ur call lol

bye 😆💓

ofc!!! ill work on it tomorrow!!

Tis I, your anon in shining armor! Here to bid thee a good day! Yah! *rides on horse*

this is us btw

1-800-hot-n-fun [lee minho]

lee minho wasn’t one to believe in the red string of fate theory, but maybe the red string was a little black cat that lead him to you.

stray kids masterlist

ⓒ strrykais

Yknow how skz is always carrying each other? Remember that one clip where they were all carrying I.N.? Can I request a I.N. x fem! 9th member reader? Where I.N. is like grr im strong too and snatches up reader and starts running away while the other members chase him to "save" the reader from the "evil" Jeongin?

JEONGIN X READER

thank you so much i had so much fun writing this!!

It had been a long day of rehearsals, and you were backstage with Stray Kids, trying to unwind. The atmosphere was lively as everyone chatted, stretched, and joked around. You were seated comfortably on a couch, sandwiched between Chan and Felix, who were scrolling through their phones and sharing memes. The rest of the members were scattered around, lounging or grabbing snacks from the refreshment table.

Jeongin, or I.N as the fans called him, had been unusually quiet. He sat across from you, his gaze flickering between the members with a mischievous glint in his eye. You raised an eyebrow, sensing something was up, but before you could ask, he suddenly stood up and cleared his throat.

“Y/N, I have something to prove,” he announced, crossing his arms and looking down at you with a playful smirk.

You tilted your head, a grin creeping onto your face. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Jeongin straightened up, flexing his arms. “Everyone always says I’m the baby of the group, the one who needs to be taken care of. But I’m strong, too!” His tone was filled with mock bravado, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Changbin, who was sitting nearby, snorted and exchanged a knowing look with Hyunjin. “Yeah, sure you are, Jeongin,” Changbin teased, crossing his arms. “You can barely open a jar of pickles without help.”

The room burst into laughter, and Jeongin’s face turned slightly red. “Hey, I’m stronger than I look!” he defended, looking at you with a determined glint in his eye.

Before you knew it, Jeongin had taken a step forward and, in one swift motion, scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. A gasp escaped your lips as you found yourself dangling upside down, clutching onto him to avoid slipping.

“Jeongin! What are you doing?” you managed to exclaim, though you couldn’t help but laugh. The room erupted into chaos as the other members stood up, feigning shock and outrage.

“Oh no, he’s taken her!” Felix cried, his eyes wide with exaggerated horror.

Chan sprang into action, pointing dramatically at Jeongin. “Put her down, you evil villain!” he shouted, barely holding back a grin.

But Jeongin was already on the move, bolting towards the door. “Sorry, guys, but Y/N’s coming with me!” he called over his shoulder, laughing as he sprinted into the hallway with you still hanging over his shoulder.

The other members didn’t waste a second before springing into action. They shot each other a quick glance, a silent agreement passing between them, and then they took off after Jeongin, their footsteps echoing through the hallway.

“Jeongin, you get back here!” Seungmin shouted, his voice filled with mock urgency. He was trailing close behind, with Han and Hyunjin on his heels. You could hear Chan and Felix not far behind, the whole group chasing after Jeongin like a pack of determined rescue heroes.

As Jeongin ran, you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. You were still slung over his shoulder, bouncing with each step he took. He rounded a corner, darting into a narrow hallway that led to the dressing rooms, clearly trying to outsmart the others by taking the least obvious route.

“Are you having fun yet?” Jeongin asked, his voice breathless but filled with excitement.

You laughed, reaching up to lightly smack his back. “You’re so gonna pay for this, Jeongin,” you teased, though you were grinning ear to ear.

“I’ll take my chances,” he replied, picking up his pace as he heard the others gaining on him.

Hyunjin was the first to appear around the corner, his eyes locking onto you and Jeongin. “I see them!” he called back to the rest of the group, pointing dramatically as if he were a soldier in a high-stakes mission.

Jeongin took off again, heading for the exit that led to the outdoor courtyard. He burst through the door, and you both were greeted by the cool evening air. The sky was starting to darken, the first stars beginning to peek through as you made your way outside. He finally slowed to a stop, setting you down gently. You staggered a bit, catching your breath and giving him a playful glare.

“You’re in so much trouble,” you said, folding your arms as you tried to regain your balance.

But Jeongin only grinned, unfazed by your mock anger. “It was worth it,” he said, catching his breath as well.

Just then, the rest of the group burst through the door, surrounding you both. Chan took the lead, hands on his hips as he looked Jeongin up and down.

“Alright, Jeongin, hand her over,” Chan said, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Jeongin put his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, you caught me,” he said, stepping back with a sheepish grin.

Seungmin shook his head, crossing his arms as he looked at Jeongin. “I didn’t know you had it in you, man. Kidnapping Y/N right under our noses. Bold move.”

Felix stepped forward, pulling you into a protective side-hug. “You’re safe now,” he said, winking at you. “We won’t let the evil Jeongin get to you again.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes, laughing as he looked at the group. “Alright, alright. But admit it, you were all impressed by my skills,” he said, puffing out his chest in mock pride.

Han snorted, patting Jeongin on the back. “I’ll admit, you gave us a good chase. But don’t get too comfortable—we’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

The group started heading back inside, laughing and chatting as they made their way through the hallways. Jeongin walked beside you, occasionally glancing over with a playful grin, clearly proud of his little escapade.

As you reached the lounge area, everyone settled back in, the adrenaline from the chase starting to wear off. Changbin handed you a bottle of water, which you gratefully accepted, taking a long sip as you tried to catch your breath.

Chan leaned back, stretching his arms over his head. “Alright, I think we need to implement some new security protocols around here. We can’t have Y/N getting kidnapped again,” he joked, earning a laugh from the group.

Jeongin sat next to you, nudging your shoulder. “So, how’d I do? Was that a successful kidnapping or what?”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you shook your head. “It was… impressive. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Jeongin grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “See? I told you I’m strong!”

Felix leaned over, patting Jeongin on the shoulder. “Just remember, though—you mess with Y/N, you mess with all of us.”

Jeongin laughed, nodding in agreement. “Alright, alright. Lesson learned.”

The conversation gradually shifted as everyone settled back into their usual banter, talking about everything from upcoming schedules to their favorite snacks. The playful tension from the chase had dissolved, leaving behind an even stronger sense of camaraderie and warmth.

The evening carried on, and soon it was time to wrap up for the day. The members gathered their belongings, chatting and laughing as they prepared to head back to their dorms. Jeongin approached you one last time, scratching the back of his head as he gave you an apologetic smile.

“Hey, thanks for going along with my crazy idea,” he said, his tone more sincere now. “I hope I didn’t actually freak you out or anything.”

You shook your head, smiling as you looked up at him. “Not at all. It was fun. I think we all needed a little break from reality.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “Good. I’m glad. I wanted to make sure you were having a good time, too.”

As you left the building with the group, walking down the dimly lit street towards the van, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude. These moments of spontaneous fun, the ridiculous antics, and the unwavering support of each other—these were the memories that made everything worthwhile.

The van ride back was filled with laughter as the members recounted the chase, each one adding their own exaggerated details and perspectives. Hyunjin insisted he’d almost caught Jeongin, while Han claimed he had a plan to intercept him at the courtyard but got “distracted by a squirrel.”

By the time you reached the dorms, everyone was exhausted but in high spirits. You stepped out of the van, and Chan clapped his hands together, turning to the group.

“Alright, everyone, get some rest. We’ve got another big day tomorrow,” he said, his tone gentle but authoritative.

You and Jeongin exchanged a final glance, both of you smiling as you headed towards your respective rooms. Just before you entered, Jeongin called out to you.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

He hesitated for a moment, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “Next time, maybe you can be the one to kidnap me.”

You laughed, nodding as you opened the door. “Deal.”

As you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but smile. Being part of this crazy, chaotic family had its challenges, but moments like these made you feel like you belonged. And as you lay down to rest, you found yourself looking forward to the next adventure with your seven mischievous friends, knowing that no matter what happened, you’d always have each other’s backs.

GHOSTFACE! HAN X READER

SFW!! just a little suggestive

fluff 🎃

The air buzzed with excitement as you stepped into Minho’s house, transformed for the night into a haunted mansion. Everywhere you looked, people were in costume, identities concealed behind elaborate masks. The dim lighting cast shadows that danced across the walls, making the whole place feel both thrilling and mysterious.

You were dressed for the occasion too, wearing a dark, lace-covered mask that obscured most of your face. The thrill of anonymity was intoxicating, as you wandered through the crowd, trying to pick out familiar faces. You weren’t particularly close to Minho, but you’d met him a few times through mutual friends. He had that mischievous, contagious energy that made everyone feel like they belonged.

After some time mingling, you found yourself pulled into a circle of people gathered in Minho’s living room. He was at the center of it all, orchestrating a game of truth or dare with a gleam in his eye that spoke of trouble.

“Alright,” he declared, looking around the circle, his gaze landing on you. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

You hesitated, but the anticipation in the room was infectious. “Dare,” you finally replied, feeling bold.

Minho’s grin widened, and he looked around the room before settling his eyes on a figure across from you, dressed in black with a familiar Scream mask. You’d noticed him earlier, his tall frame and silent demeanor giving him a mysterious air.

“I dare you to hook up with Ghostface,” Minho said, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

The crowd burst into laughter and cheers, egging you on. The figure in the Scream mask tilted his head, seemingly surprised, but he didn’t back away. Instead, he held out a hand, a silent invitation for you to join him.

Your heart raced as you took his hand, and he led you down a hallway and into a small, dark closet. Once inside, he removed his mask, but the room was so dim you couldn’t make out his face. You heard him exhale, as if trying to steady himself, and then he spoke, his voice a soft, warm murmur.

“Jisung,” he introduced himself, a hint of laughter in his voice. “Well, this is one way to meet someone.”

You laughed too, the nervous tension breaking, and replied with your own name. The closet was small, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him as he stepped closer. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, as if testing the waters, and when you didn’t pull away, he leaned in, pressing his lips softly against yours.

In the darkness, Jisung’s presence was all-consuming. His fingers traced lightly along your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours, the space between you shrinking until his lips met yours. It started out soft, tentative, but as the seconds ticked by, it deepened, an unspoken intensity passing between you. There was a gentle confidence in the way he kissed you, as if he’d known you far longer than a few stolen minutes in the shadows.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his costume. He was steady, grounding you even as your heart raced, beating wildly in your chest. In that moment, you were acutely aware of every sensation—the brush of his hand as it settled at the small of your back, the way his lips moved with yours, the slight tilt of his head as he drew you in closer.

And then, as quickly as it began, it ended. You pulled back, breathless and a little dazed, the reality of the dare sinking in. Jisung chuckled softly, the sound a gentle, comforting vibration in the small space. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before he reached for the door handle, slipping his mask back on as he did.

“I guess that’s our cue,” he said with a playful lilt, and together you stepped out into the hallway.

The sudden brightness of the party was a stark contrast to the intimacy of the closet. Your eyes adjusted, and then you saw him fully for the first time. He was removing the Scream mask entirely, revealing a boyish face framed by dark, tousled hair. His eyes were warm and expressive, and his lips quirked into a smile when he caught you staring.

“Like what you see?” he teased, and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks.

You nodded, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. He was beautiful, more than you had imagined, and something about his open expression made you feel at ease.

“Come on,” he said, motioning for you to follow him back to the living room where Minho and the others were waiting.

The rest of the game went by in a blur, your mind still replaying the moments in the closet. Every now and then, you’d catch Jisung looking your way, a knowing grin flashing across his face. There was an undeniable spark between you, and it left you curious and excited. When the game ended, you mingled with friends, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that the night had changed in some significant way.

As the party began to wind down, you found yourself alone, leaning against a wall and reflecting on the night. You felt a slight tug in your pocket and reached inside, pulling out a small piece of paper. In neat handwriting, it bore Jisung’s number and his Instagram handle, along with a quick message: Call me sometime? - J.

You looked around, searching for him, but he was already gone, the ghost of a smile still lingering on your lips as you held the note in your hand.

The Next Day

You woke up with a smile, Jisung’s note still sitting on your nightstand. Unable to resist, you typed his number into your phone and saved his contact. Your fingers hovered over the screen, hesitating before you finally decided to send him a message.

You: Hey, it’s me from the party last night. :)

The response was almost immediate.

Jisung: Took you long enough! I was worried you’d forgotten about me.

You chuckled, the easy banter making you feel more comfortable.

You: Forget about you? Not a chance. Last night was…interesting.

Jisung: Interesting? I was aiming for unforgettable.

You: Bold words for a guy in a ghostface mask.

You spent the next few hours texting back and forth, the conversation flowing as if you’d known each other for ages. He was funny, quick-witted, and the more you talked, the more you found yourself drawn to him. You learned that he was a musician, passionate about songwriting, and that he shared a close friendship with Minho, the host of last night’s party.

Days turned into weeks, and your connection only grew stronger. You’d meet up for coffee, go on late-night walks, and he’d often bring his guitar, playing you bits of songs he was working on. There was a spark in him that was infectious, and you found yourself looking forward to every moment you spent together.

One evening, as you sat on a park bench under a canopy of stars, he looked over at you, his gaze intense and a little nervous.

“I know this might sound crazy,” he began, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “But I think I’ve been falling for you since that night at the party.”

Your heart raced at his words, a smile spreading across your face as you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together.

“Me too,” you admitted, feeling a warmth settle over you.

Jisung let out a breath of relief, pulling you close and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. In that moment, everything felt right, as if that fateful Halloween night had set you both on a path you were always meant to follow.

And so, a dare at a party led to something far deeper than either of you could have anticipated. That night had been the beginning of an unforgettable connection, one that would carry you both into a love story worth remembering.

Time passed effortlessly with Jisung. From coffee dates that stretched long into the afternoons, to spontaneous late-night drives, every moment felt like a new layer unfolding between you two. Each meeting, each conversation, revealed more of who he was, and you found yourself growing more attached than you had ever anticipated.

One evening, about a month after that Halloween party, you found yourself back at Minho’s place. He’d invited a small group over for a casual get-together, and you and Jisung had both agreed to go. There was something magical about returning to the place where it all began, now as a couple, sharing knowing glances as you remembered that fateful night in the closet.

As the night wore on, Minho cornered you both, a sly smile on his face as he watched the two of you laughing and sharing quiet words.

“So,” he began, arms crossed, leaning against the wall with a look of pure satisfaction. “I see my dare wasn’t a complete disaster after all?”

Jisung laughed, squeezing your hand as he looked at Minho. “I’d say it was a pretty good call,” he replied. “Thanks for playing matchmaker.”

You nodded in agreement, leaning against Jisung’s shoulder. “Yeah, I’d say it worked out. Best dare I’ve ever taken.”

Minho chuckled, giving you both a proud nod before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you alone once again. You caught Jisung’s eye, a sparkle of mischief there as he leaned down, brushing a soft kiss across your forehead.

“Do you ever think about that night?” he asked, his voice a gentle murmur.

“All the time,” you replied, smiling up at him. “It was the perfect start to this. A little chaotic, a little mysterious—just like you.”

He grinned, pulling you close as the two of you slipped away to a quieter corner of the room. It was there, in the gentle glow of the party lights, that he told you about his first impressions of you, how he’d noticed you even before the game had started. He confessed that he’d been too shy to approach, afraid that you might not feel the same spark he did.

“But then Minho pulled that stunt, and I thought, ‘Well, this is my chance,’” he explained with a sheepish grin. “And here we are.”

You took his hand, squeezing it lightly. “Here we are,” you echoed, warmth spreading through you as you looked into his eyes. The love that had started as a playful dare had grown into something beautiful, something that felt like it was meant to be all along.

As the evening drew to a close, the two of you stepped outside, hand in hand, breathing in the cool night air. Under the glow of the streetlights, Jisung turned to you, his face serious yet soft.

“I don’t want this to ever end,” he said, his voice a little shaky but full of conviction.

You smiled, pulling him close and resting your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Neither do I,” you replied, feeling a sense of certainty wash over you.

He tilted your chin up, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, one that felt like a promise—a promise of all the days to come, of countless nights like this one, and of a love that felt as endless as the night sky above you.

And so, that Halloween night had turned into so much more than just a dare. It was the start of a story, one written with every stolen glance, every whispered word, and every touch. As you walked home together, fingers intertwined, you knew that this was only the beginning of a journey you were excited to share, one day at a time.