𝙱.𝙲. / 𝚂𝙺𝚉 𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙼𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙰 𝙰𝚄 ⋅˚₊ ‧ ˖ ݁ 𖥔.꒰ঌᰔᩚ໒꒱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ❶ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ "ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴛᴀʏ" ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ‎ ‎ "I only opened your message because I thought I was going to lose my job." "And I only made you think you're going to lose your job because I wanted you to open my message, so..." 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 @𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙗𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙘 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙨. did you just block me ...that wasn't very #LoveSTAY of you. ⋅˚₊ ‧ ˖ ݁ 𖥔.꒰ঌᰔᩚ໒꒱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ❝ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ, ɪ ᴇɴɢʀᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.❞ ⋅˚₊ ‧ Copyright © August 2023 Blys @tiger-milk-tae Wattpad, All Rights Reserved Disclaimer: I do not own Stray Kids, (tragically), nor do I own the members. The only things I personally own are the plotlines I created, and my own fictional character versions inspired by real life idols.

You've been Stray Kids' choreographer since before their debut, guiding every move, every formation... but with Minho, it's different. Every step feels like a conversation, every spin a confession unspoken. As the group teases you about your perfect chemistry, and the line between professionalism and something more blurs, the quiet rhythm you share begins to pull both of you closer - whether you're ready or not. [A song that has the vibe of this book: Careless Whisper - Seether] [A/N: YES i know chan is bipolar in this one pls excuse him, i have no time nor motivation to work over this rn but one day i will...maybe...]

❝ Are you sitting on the F5 key? Because your ass is refreshing. ❞ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 he was definitely a bad idea. So obviously, she texted him. The real problem? He answered.

⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ✦ ⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ━ ❝ Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy. ❞ 𓂃 ♬ ˖ ﾟ ━ MAD WOMAN ! ╰━ in which, a woman builds winning strategies in silence while men take the credit - until she decides she's done being quiet. [ max verstappen 𝗫 fem!oc ] ━ enemies to lovers ✦ slow burn ✦ workplace tension sexism in motorsport ✦ power imbalance ✦ rage & resilience ˚₊ ‧ 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ completed

The practice room was louder than usual, not because of music, but because nobody knew what to say. Eight pairs of shoes were lined up by the wall. A ninth pair stood slightly apart. "She'll be training with you from today," the manager said, voice clipped, professional. "Be respectful." The girl bowed - too deeply, too quickly. No one clapped. Not because they were rude. But because Stray Kids had been eight for four years, and nothing that arrived this late ever came without consequences. This is a Stray Kids fanfic, She's the ninth member of Stray Kids. She might be a member, but does she share their bond.

As Stray Kids' designer, you've stitched their debut, their growth, their fire into every comeback, standing just outside the spotlight. Staff. Essential. Invisible. Until Han Jisung stopped letting you fade into the background. "You don't give yourself enough credit, Y/N," he told you once, with a seriousness that unsettled you more than all his jokes ever could. [A song that has the vibe of this book: Hey Lover! - Wabie] @bang_chan4 made an italian version, check them out :)

In the heart of Seoul, Koko finds herself captivated by Jisung's enchanting voice, a rising star in the world of K-pop. As neighbors, their bond grows through heartfelt letters exchanged beneath the door. Amidst the whirlwind of fame and emotion, they discover that the sweetest symphonies are found in the quiet moments shared between two hearts.

He talks too much, you talk too little - somehow, it fits. In the hush of hospital hallways, you find comfort in words that mean everything and nothing. He makes you forget the machines, the fear, the ache. You talk, you laugh, and you both pretend there's more time than there really is. You know how this story ends, but you let it happen anyway. this ones for my angst enjoyers, of course there will be fluff but just a little heads up. [A song that has the vibe of this story: EVERYTHING - The Black Skirts]

Leah was lucky. After a lifetime of poverty, her and her mother were saved. She had new clothes, a new house, a fancy new school, a new step father, and everything she had ever lacked. But as it too often is, everything was too good to be true. Yes, her private school uniform is pristine but the bruises that lie underneath tell a different story. But she can hide it, she just has to get through this year, and then she can be free, but everything starts to unravel when she meets a boy. At age twelve, Tadhg was saved. He got out of that haunted house. He had adoptive parents that adored him, his siblings were happy, and he was finally safe. So why did he still feel this way? Why was he still on edge after all these years? He should be thriving like his brothers and his sister, and yet he wasn't. He was numb to it all, until he met her. She unraveled him. This is a Boys of Tommen fan fiction, following Tadhg Lynch and Leah Daly. This story is the third instalment in my 'Boys of Tommen You Series' and is connected to my other two stories, 'Seeing You' and 'Haunting You' but are not required to read before this one. Also I'll start updating this story once I finish 'Haunting You' All of these characters belong to Chloe Walsh, I do not claim any of them as my own, this is purely for fun. As there is not much information surrounding Tadhg and Leah's story, I won't be following any canon, and Leah's story will be entirely created by me. TW: This story will include character death(flashbacks), domestic abuse, child abuse, sexual abuse, drug addiction, smoking, mental illnesses and overall a lot of trauma. There will also be some explicit scenes that are 16+. I will however be putting specific warnings for different chapters, so you can avoid triggers. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Comment any questions or suggestions that you have for me)

Anna Lynch was fucking petrified of men. Not just uncomfortable- terrified.She'd flinch if one of us so much as walked too close. She was always keeping herself pressed to walls, eyes darting for exits like she was planning an escape. And it wasn't just the loud ones or the gobshites. Even Johnny Kavanagh-her sisters boyfriend -made her recoil. That's when it really hit me. This wasn't nerves. This was trauma, stitched into every muscle in her body. The only lads she wasn't afraid of were her brothers-Joey and Darren. She stuck to them like her life depended on it, like they were the only two people in the world who'd never let her down. The rest of us? We were threats until proven otherwise #1-hughbiggs #1-chilhoodtrauma #1-mentalhealth #1-mutism