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[inskz]

💕✨send this to the nicest 12 people you know or who seem to have a good heart. 💕🌸 and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome! 🥺 ~ scxrlettwxtches

i don’t know why im only seeing this now dhsjslkdhdk TYSM josie!!! i hope you’re doing well i miss seeing u on my dash 🥺💗

#ask

[inskz]

oblivious | bang chan

synopsis: the four times that you almost confess to chan and the one time that he does it for you. or in which, you have the biggest crush on chan and the one time where he finally notices. 

genre: fluff, slight angst, best-friends-to-lovers! au, non-idol! au

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this is for the @districtninewriters’ winter fic exchange, and my person was minnie ( @lveletters​ ) ! surprise !!  minnie is such a fantastic writer, and i had an enjoyable time writing this and definitely writing for chan, i hope you enjoy !! <3 

a/n part two: this gif was made by @/prodskz and i just edited it ! 

one

At the age of eight, there were only two things that you relatively seemed to know about Bang Chan: one; he was your next-door neighbor, two, (because of fact number one, he, therefore) was your best friend. Your relationship with him seemed simple enough, and there was nothing more that you could expect from the boy other than occasionally sharing his food with you during snack time and holding your hand as you both crossed the street on the way home. Life was simple, and you were content, as much as an eight-year-old could be—happily sipping on a juice box and munching on some graham crackers. 

It was any other day at recess, both you and Chan taking up your resident spot on the swing set next to each other, pumping your legs as fast as you possibly could to swing higher than the other. Everything between the two of you was a competition; it was only natural. There was something about Bang Chan that seemed to awaken this drive within you even at such a young age. Your competitive side heightened by his presence—the need to invoke a response from him was too great to ignore. 

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#CUTE #recs

[inskz]

𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠 ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

>>I recommend stories! Because I feel like (even) more people need to read it!

You will not find any smut in this recommendation blog, if you are specifically looking for it, you will not find it here, because there isn’t any.

>>Personal favourites:  ♡♡

Edited on: 11-01-2021

sorry for caring (by @chaoticminhos)

sorry for caring (part 2) (by @chaoticminhos)

teddy bear (by @chaoticminhos)

“why did I change” [stray kids: hyunjin + minho] (by @every1studio)

“not enough for him” [stray kids: minho] (by @every1studio)

REQUESTED: “not enough for him PART 2″ [stray kids: minho] (by @every1studio)

‘Because you’re beautiful’(Video Imagine) (by @hyulix)

Doubtless (by @recaptchan97)

lucky charm - lee minho (by @inskz)

prince! minho x reader (angst) (by @chulobangtan)

fake boyfriend (by @moonlightskids)

poor unfortunate souls - lee minho (by @zero-fever)

the bad to good date | lee minho (by @treerachas)

I love you, you know? (by @mrs-i-have-too-many-biases)

How to win over the ice prince (by @mrs-i-have-too-many-biases​) 

barista au | lee minho (by @luvknow​)

lee minho|fuckboy au (by @softstraykids​)

#omg im only seeing this now #tysm for recommending my fic!!! #you’re so sweet 💗💗💗 #recs

[inskz]

lucky charm - lee minho

pairing - lee minho x reader

genre - college!au, best friends to lovers, very cliche fluff (lucky girl starring lindsey lohan kinda vibes???)

words - 4k

note - this is just a cute little drabble i wrote while im still waiting for my covid test results to come back so that i can leave my room and see the sun again 🤪 pls be careful everybody take care of your health 💚 enjoy!!!

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“You must be kidding me,” you sigh when you see Minho’s hand has turned into a fist, his rock crushing miserably your scissors. Once again, you lost at rock, paper, scissors. And once again, you’re the one that is going to wash your best friend’s dishes that have piled up in is tiny kitchen sink throughout the week.

“Fuck that. This is so unfair,” you grumble, throwing the dishtowel in Minho’s stupid yet perfectly chiseled face.

You make a beeline for his bed, which is actually only a few steps away from the kitchen. Being a broke college student definitely doesn’t allow him to rent a spacious studio, let alone a two-room apartment. You throw yourself headfirst onto his uncomfortable mattress, whose springs always poke your back at night.

“Life is so unfair,” your friend mocks you, dragging out every vowel of his sentence dramatically.

No doubt, you would be strangling him at that very moment if you weren’t so busy playing dead, hoping he would forget about your pitiful existence.

But there is no way mister Lee Minho would miss out on an opportunity to have his gross plates cleaned by someone else. Grabbing onto your ankle, he drags you out of bed until you plop down on the dirty carpeted floor (Minho has the unfortunate tendency to procrastinate vacuuming too). At this point, you are fake crying, throwing a literal tantrum, like a 6 years old child would.

“Life is unfair!” you yell, your feet kicking in the air in pure anger.

At least it is to you. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been lucky. The only instance you got remotely close to it was when you found a four-leaf clover last summer. Well, only if you disregard the fact you stepped into dog poop  on your way to picking it. Oh and that you were wearing brand new white Converse. 

On the other hand, it seems like the boy has the whole crew of the Olympus gods on his side. Not one day goes by without his guardian angel manifesting its presence. 

Minho has always been the lucky type. The type to get an extra nugget in his box of 10. To find 20 dollars bills on the ground. To win every single Instagram giveaway he participates to (and lord knows how much he likes participating to them). 

But how can you be mad at him when he always happily shares his food with you, invites you to the restaurant without you even asking, and gives you his prizes, pretending he doesn’t need them? You don’t believe him when he says he see no use in a panda onesie or a waterproof bluetooth speaker. Deep down, you know it’s his way to silently love you. 

But well, you can still blame him for occasionally taking advantage of your misfortune to make you do his dreaded house chores, just like right now. 

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#300 notes???? #edhsjkhg thank you so much!!!! #i know i havent written anything in so long bc college is kicking my ass #BUT #ive been working on stuff and i have ideas #so there might be smt coming out at the end of this month

[inskz]

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

#ressources

[inskz]

on a scale of one to ten how sad are you.

you almost say seven but the answer floats in your lungs like rising mud. you shift your shoulders. some part of you is already forming an excuse. that it’s not that bad sometimes. one, two, three on a day that the clouds are out. you’re just complaining about stuff. yesterday you laughed past a brick of a four, does that make the brick come down to a two-point-five.  the solid seven panic attack of last tuesday feels somehow like a little thorn, just a regular day full of a gentle three-point-nine earthquake rocking after yesterday’s close-to-an-eight. see but if tomorrow you have a real bad day, it will make today look simple.

and what if. what if tomorrow it’s a big old red eight-point-nine. like one of those days where sirens are going off in every part of you but you’re stuck behind a glass window watching it all burn down. like one of those days that your skin against the air feels foreign. like too much of everything. like sitting-in-the-shower, like can’t-eat, like the tide isn’t just coming in, it came while you were sleeping and now you’ve gotta learn how to swim. like bounce me against a bullet hole kind of day.

you keep numbers like nine and ten way out of reach. those are for the people who really are suffering. you’ve got no excuse. nine and ten are funeral numbers, for real problems, not yours, no. and sometimes you’re fine. and you’re kind of used to it. and it’s not sad, it’s just numb like a television caught on static. numb like i can’t remember if i care about this. numb like nothing works but i can’t be bothered to fix it. that’s not sad that’s every day stuff. everybody feels like this, right? feels like they’ve been shut off. right.  

maybe five. right in the middle. like not gonna shoot myself but i’m not wasting your time. a nonanswer. like could be worse could be better. like i need help but i don’t want you to worry even though i need someone to worry about me because i can’t worry about myself. maybe five. but what if five is too small. what if five is too big. what if -

“on a scale of one to ten,” he repeats into your silence, and then pauses. “and please be honest about this.”

#inspo

[inskz]

i’ll be here, always and forever. | lee minho 

genre: sick!fic, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, female!reader

warnings: description of migraines

prompt: i called you at 2am because i need you

description: no matter the situation, lee minho would never hesitate to drop everything to come to your aide, even if it was ass o’clock in the morning.

word count: ~2.7k

a/n: im not sure if this was what you wanted anon but i hope it suffices! >.< also, the descriptions of the migraines come from my own personal experience with them, so i hope they aren’t entirely inaccurate. i’ve been struggling with them for a long time now, so this fic was honestly a little therapeutic to write. hope everyone enjoys! love you all! <3

You never liked to bother people.

It was just your personality; asking people for help meant that you were taking up their time, taking up their time meant that you were annoying them, annoying them meant that you were dislikeable. So, to avoid this whole domino effect, you just never bothered people for anything at all.

That began to change when you starting dating Minho.

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#josie back at it again w comforting bf minho 🤕🤕🤕 #my fave kind of minho tbh #the amount of pet names in this had me screamifndvzvhsjzjdksk #SO CUTE #recs

[inskz]

[a note of gratitude]

so. 2020 is finally nearing its end. with all the stress, frustration, fear, and anger going around this year, i wanted to take the time to write a few thank you’s to the people who made this year all the better.

firstly, to my wonderful readers: words cant describe how grateful i am for the love that this writing blog has received throughout this year. every anon, every ask, every reblog, every like, i treasure them in my heart so very dearly. despite the multiple hiatuses–which i sincerely apologize for–this blog has gone a long way from a little dump for my writing that i made on the fly. thanks to everyone’s love and support, i’ve been growing more and more confident in my own writing, something that i’ve hid from the world for so long. im so incredibly grateful to everyone, and i hope that i will be able to post better and better fics next year! <3

now, to some special people who are so very dear to me:

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#josie you angel!!!! #tysm 🥺🥺🥺 #i rlly hope 2021 will treat you well #you deserve it! #wishing you all the best 💗💗

[inskz]

illicit & priceless ⤖ bang chan

❖ genre : mafia au; action; romance

❖ word count : 26k.

❖ warning : explicit language, mentions of violence, blood & drugs

❖ summary : as the leader of the most notorious outlaw organization, chan should have known better than to spare the life of a thief who stole his mother’s ring—the same thief who didn’t just take something as simple as a piece of sentiment. 

prologue.

“Wh-What can I get you?”

The barista holds back the urge to scream when your body slumps onto the nearest stool. Blood is dripping from your cheekbone relentlessly, starting to harden into a darker shade. Mind fuzzy, vision slightly blurry, you groan. One tiny injury, and you’re already dizzy? You’re not usually this- right, you haven’t eaten anything since the heist started first thing in the morning. 

“Can I have a croissant?” you look up at him, trying to keep it together. “And a water?”

“Right- Right away.” And a glass of cold water is pushed toward you from across the counter before the barista walks through the ‘Staff Only’ wooden door. 

You make a grab and try to lift it with your hand, fingers tingling at the coldness. It feels a lot heavier than it should since you can’t remember when you last drank something properly. After a sip, the chilliness of the clear liquid runs through your system, just enough to knock you out of your drowsy state. Eyes darting around the busy café then fall to your clenched fist, you start wondering what the hell you’re doing here. 

“What in the…” Your words come to a halt when you unfold your fingers to see a jewel in the middle of your palm before closing them again wholly. This is the real wakeup call. Everything in the past few hours comes crashing down on your mind like a storm; from almost dying to being chased by the cops to separating from your teammates at a random bus stop-

You really can’t recall how long you’ve walked under the blazing sun until you found this café for some sort of refuge. But there’s one thing in which you can never forget for it’s etched deeply into the back of your head, like a tattoo. 

One last heist and you’ll retire in your early twenties. 

What can go wrong?

Afficher davantage

#THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER #BIG BIG FAVE #usually im too lazy to read long fics but i read this is one go since it was so good #i’m always so impressed by ppl writing action like??? how do you do that???? #i wonder if they do some research abt fire arms etc

[inskz]

unbuttoning anything for someone is… incredibly intimate and cinematographical, oscar worthy to say the least

#inspo

[inskz]

undo (1994), dir. shunji iwai

#inspo

[inskz]

christopher citro, “our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks” / @inkskinned‘s poem about love between women

#inspo

[inskz]

“I KNEW YOU STEPPIN’ ON THE LAST TRAIN MARKED ME LIKE A BLOODSTAIN.” Maurice (1987) Euphoria (2019-) Far From Heaven (2002) Cinema Paradiso (1988) When Marnie Was There (2014) Mr Nobody (2009) The Half of It (2020) Before Sunrise (1995) The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964) Call Me By Your Name (2017)

[inskz]

[4:39 pm]

Lee Minho; “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.” (fluff)

Word count: ~700

Warnings: none

Notes: requests are open!

“Stop sniffling, it’s making me feel bad.”

“I can’t help it!”

Minho stops in his movements to send you a half-hearted glare. “Baby, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” You can tell he’s trying to keep it together, but his resolve is crumbling by the second.

“Why’d you tell me to come over if you were gonna be mad about me sniffling?”

Minho sighs, rolling his eyes like the dork he is. “I wanted to see you before I left. Should I have not called you over?”

There’s nothing you can say to that, so you just sniffle loudly one more time and pout.

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#this is sooooo cute #recs

[inskz]

Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us - Shinji Moon

#inspo

[inskz]

i don’t think people really fully understand the beauty of dark hair and dark eyes. i don’t mean dark hair and dark eyes separately. like black hair and blue eyes. or blond hair and brown eyes. i mean dark hair AND dark eyes. people romanticize anything that’s light enough–light brown eyes that look like “gold” in sunlight. ok what about dark brown eyes that almost look black? eyes that are so rich in darkness, eyes that are so dark you could look into them forever and lose yourself. nothing is more beautiful than dark hair. dark brown and black hair. especially black hair. nothing is more beautiful than dark brown eyes. pair the two together and it’s so beautiful. 

#inspo

[inskz]

anyone know that reddit post about a girl who’s gf washes her hair and it talks about non sexual intimacy

#inspo