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#Squid game x you
niki-phoria · 1 year
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i'm so in love with her help
pairing: saebyeok x gn!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff, some comfort word count: 2.4k (longest fic i've ever written :)) )
summary: saebyeok protecting her s/o when the fights break out
warnings: not exactly canon compliant but i tried, mainly based on ep 04, canon typical violence, blood, murder, violence, cussing, reader gets stabbed, reader hits someone with a pipe, deoksu is deoksu
a/n: i've been rewatching squid game and falling in love with saebyeok again so i made this. i'm thinking of writing for her so feel free to send any requests (male/gn only)
requests open !! read my rules first
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your shoulder just barely brushes against saebyeok’s as you sit down next to her. you set the soda down by your feet, peeling the boiled egg in your hands. you remain in silence as you watch the other players continue shuffling through the line, each taking one bottle of soda and a boiled egg each. 
your attention is stolen away from your food when a man starts yelling at the guard in front of him. “where’s my food?” 
“we prepared enough food for each of the players.” the guard says. 
“i didn’t get any! how can you prepare enough if you leave five people without anything?” 
from across the room, a woman stands, pointing over at deoksu and his group. he seems unbothered by the sudden attention, simply taking another swing from the bottle of stolen soda. “i saw them take food twice.” deoksu scoffs, looking over at her. the man spins on his heel, walking over to him. he walks up to deoksu, leaning in so their faces almost touch. “do you think it’s funny?” the man asks. “taking someone else’s food?” 
deoksu steps back, tilting the bottle in his hand. “this is yours?” he raises an eyebrow. “i don’t see your name on it.” 
“you asshole!” the man yells out, grabbing at the bottle. deoksu refuses to let go. they scuffle for a few seconds before the bottle slips from their hands, falling to the ground and shattering. soda spreads across the floor, mixing with the broken glass. 
“you fucking idiot,” deoksu hisses, punching the man. you flinch as the man falls to the ground, failing to fight back. deoksu is unrelenting as he continues hitting him until the man lays on the ground, unmoving. he kicks the man’s stomach until he coughs up blood onto the tile floor before finally walking away. 
the guards stand unmoving from across the room. dread builds in your stomach as you watch deoksu walk back to his group. you can almost feel the tension spreading across the room, a silent agreement between the players that a fight is going to break out sooner rather than later. a man walks over to the unmoving man, kneeling down next to him. he shakes him a little. “hey, are you alright?” the man presses two fingers against his neck, searching for his pulse point before looking up, confirming what you’re already fearing. the dread starts turning into fear. the realization that it may not only be the games that kill you, but the players as well, sends shivers down your spine. 
 a man - player 456 stands. “a player is dead!” he yells. he ignores his friend’s pitiful attempt to stop him, walking up to the guards. “how could you just let a player die?” 
the guards don’t respond. behind them, the doors open. two more guards enter, carrying a box. “player 174 has been eliminated.” the announcement plays. your eyes stay glued to the guards as they kneel down to place the man’s body into the box before placing the lid on top and carrying it out of the room. 
you’re brought back to reality when saebyeok gently nudges you with her knee. “are you okay?” she whispers. 
after a few seconds, you reply. “we’re not safe here. what if the fighting continues?”
she glances over at deoksu and his group before refocusing on you. “hey, don’t worry, okay? i’ll protect you.” you look over at her, nodding. despite her reassurances, the fear you’re feeling remains, settling deep into your stomach. saebyeok subtly reaches over to grab your hand, stroking her thumb against your knuckles. “nothing will ever hurt you. not while i’m here. i promise.” 
she stares deep into your eyes. their darkness is alluring. you allow yourself to get lost in them. the death games and murder and your suffocating debts don’t matter. at least not right now, with saebyeok holding your hand and promising your safety. 
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you’re stiff as you lay in your bed, staring up at the bunk above yours. “lights out in 30 seconds.” the announcement plays. you can barely see the timer on the wall as it counts down. each second feels simultaneously agonizingly slow and increasingly fast. 
anxiety continues to build in your stomach as the lights shut off. there’s a few seconds of tense silence before you can hear someone leaving their bed. they creep through between the various bunks until they stop moving. his words are barely audible as he whispers something before a woman screams. the sound makes you flinch. your body freezes. the sound paralyzes you. 
you aren’t given any time to react before more people start leaving their beds, mindlessly attacking each other. the overhead lights start flickering above you. you slip out of your bed before the bunk starts falling, desperate to put any distance between yourself and any other players. 
you gasp when someone grabs your arm, pushing you back against the brick wall. the breath is stolen from your lungs as they pin you there. you bring your hands up to protect yourself. something slashes into the flesh of your forearm, barely missing your face. 
you kick at your attacker, trying to get away. their grip falters slightly, but it isn’t enough for you to break free. adrenaline controls all of your actions. the man pinning you to the wall brings his hand up. he’s holding a piece of broken glass from a soda bottle. he stabs forwards, aiming for your chest. you desperately twist your body away from him. it pierces your shoulder instead, digging deep into your flesh. 
you aren’t given any time to dwell on the pain when the man is forcefully pulled off of you. he yells out as he hits the ground, tumbling down away from you. your savior grabs your forearm, pulling you away from the group of men chasing you. 
you pant as you follow them into the darkness underneath a bunk. when the lights flash again, you can finally see who they are. saebyeok. she holds your face, eyes fixated on your own. “i’m okay,” you pant, reaching up to grab her hand. 
“you’re not,” she murmurs, pressing a hand against your shoulder. you wince at the pressure. 
“i will be.” in the flashes of light you can see the blood that coats her jacket and shirt. deep red soaks into the fabric, staining it. “you’re covered in blood.” 
“it’s not mine.” the words bring an odd sense of comfort to you. despite their connotation, you feel selfishly grateful that saebyeok’s life was spared in place of someone else’s. 
your internal debate is interrupted when she grabs your hand. in the momentary break from the chaos she quickly squeezes it three times. your code. i love you. “come on,” she whispers. “we’re not safe here.” you nod, forcing yourself to stand on shaky knees. she lets you intertwine your fingers, leading you to the other side of the room. 
you recognize the man she approaches. player 456. he lets out something akin to a relieved sigh, glancing over saebyeok’s shoulder at you. “you came.” 
“you asked.” the shake in her voice is barely noticeable, but you can tell that it’s there. you squeeze her hand, glancing behind you. deoksu pants, gripping saebyeok’s pocket knife in his hand. you pull her with you out of the way, grunting as your injured shoulder slams against the ground. 
another man steps in, swinging a metal pipe he must’ve gotten from the bunks at deoksu. you clamber to your feet as saebyeok positions her body in front of yours. 
all around you, the fighting continues. you kick another man away from you, wrestling the pipe he holds out of his hands and swinging it against his temple. bile builds in your throat as his body collapses to the floor.
saebyeok’s hand slipping into your own once again spreads relief throughout your body. she keeps you close to her before the old man starts yelling from somewhere above you. “stop it!” his voice shakes. “at this rate, we’re all going to die! i’m scared!” 
the lights turn on almost immediately. the doors swing open to reveal a group of guards. a man in a square mask raises a handgun, firing multiple shots into the ceiling. 
the chaos stops almost immediately. you drop the pipe in your hand, watching as the guards begin to approach. you only let go of saebyeok’s hand when they raise their guns at you, ordering you to turn around as they pat you down. 
your hands shake as you keep them raised. behind you, a guard leans in, his voice low. “player 456, is there a man named hwang in-ho here?” 
“we don’t know each other’s names.” he responds. the guard doesn’t outwardly react, instead moving on to pat down the rest of the players. 
you drop your hands back down to your side when the guards regroup in front of the door. they hold their guns over their chest. behind them, another swarm of guards approaches. they carry coffins decorated to look like a present box. 
you sit back down next to saebyeok on the remains of a bunk bed. she reaches over to grab your hand, squeezing it in hers. you watch as the guards silently pick up each corpse, placing them into the coffins before setting the lid on top and carrying them out - two per box. 
once you’re sure the fighting has stopped, saebyeok turns her attention to your shoulder. her hands are gentle as she peels your jacket out of the way before you slip your arm out of the shirt underneath to give her full access to the wound. she presses a nearby blanket against it to stop the bleeding, cursing under her breath. “i don’t think you’ll need stitches.” 
you nod to yourself. “that’s good.” the words feel as hollow as they sound. 
“do you know who did this?” 
“no,” you wince as she increases the pressure. “it was too dark.” 
saebyeok doesn’t outwardly react again, instead ripping the blanket apart into a makeshift bandage. she wraps it around your arm, checking it periodically to make sure it isn’t bleeding too much. her voice is barely a whisper when she speaks again. she leans in so her lips ghost against your neck, breath warm against your skin. it sends shivers down your spine. it always has whenever she takes care of you. “come find me tomorrow. the fighting won’t stop tonight.”
saebyeok pulls away when you give a curt nod. carefully, you guide your arm back into the shirt before pulling your jacket back up over your shoulder. she reaches over to grab another clean blanket from a different bed. she places it over your lap before sitting down so close to you that your knees touch. she sits on your right side in between you and the group of men you’ve tentatively agreed to work with. you move the blanket so it rests over her lap as well. you can tell she’s grateful when her knee gently knocks into yours three times. i love you. 
silence falls over you for a few minutes before player 456 speaks again. “we don’t know each other’s names.” he says. 
“i know yours,” one of them points. “ssangmun-dong.” 
“ah, that’s where i’m from,” the man chuckles. “my name is seong gihun.” 
“i’m cho sangwoo.” another man introduces. he’s wearing a thin pair of glasses that frame his face. “what’s your name?” 
“ali,” the man smiles, glancing between sangwoo and gihun. “ali abdul.” 
gihun nods before turning to you and saebyeok. “and you?” 
saebyeok glances at him. you keep your gaze fixated on her, waiting for her cue on what to say. “why do you need to know our names?”
“if we’re going to work together we should at least build a little bit of trust, starting with our names.” 
saebyeok looks away, staring straight ahead. “i don’t trust you. especially not someone who was dumb enough to end up here.” 
“you trust them,” gihun gestures to you. this time she glares at him. 
“don’t talk about them. don’t even look at them.” 
he sighs. “you don’t trust people because they’re trustworthy. you trust them because there’s nothing else to rely on.” 
saebyeok glances at you for a second before turning back to gihun. “kang saebyeok.” 
“saebyeok,” he repeats. “that’s a nice name. it doesn’t suit you, though.” 
“l/n y/n.” 
gihun nods in acknowledgement, turning his attention to the old man. “and you, sir? what’s your name?” 
“my… my name…” his voice shakes. his eyebrows furrow. he squints as if he’s searching through his memory. a part of your heart aches for him. you wonder how he’s ended up here. “my name…” 
you can practically watch as gihun’s face falls. he leans down to place a hand on his shoulder, patting it gently. “it’s okay,” he smiles. “you know, sometimes when i get really stressed, i can’t remember my address or my security code.” 
the man dismissively nods at him before he continues staring at the floor. “my name…” he mutters to himself. 
“we should get some sleep,” sangwoo interrupts. “we’ll need it for our game tomorrow.” 
“that’s a good idea,” gihun agrees. he sits down on the stairs, leaning against the metal of the bunk. 
silence falls over the room once again. suddenly, without warning, the lights turn off, leaving you in darkness. apprehension builds in your stomach. saebyeok reaches over underneath the blanket to grab your hand, squeezing it three times. i love you. she coaxes you to lean your head onto her shoulder. “sleep.” she whispers. you glance up at her questioningly. “don’t worry, i’ll protect you.” 
you nod, letting out a sigh. exhaustion hits you hard and sudden. despite your circumstances, saebyeok’s presence next to you manages to make you feel safe, as she always does. her body feels warm against yours. her arm wraps around your waist, coaxing your head from her shoulder down into her lap. she runs her hand through your hair, twisting the strands in between her fingers. a warm feeling spreads throughout your body. overwhelming warmth. safety. love. your body relaxes until you let yourself fall asleep, safe in saebyeok’s protection. 
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|| The Salesman || NSFW Alphabet
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
The Salesman its a gentlemen. He will ask what you want. A shower, cuddles, water, food? Everything? In what order?. He will also ask if you had a good time or if he was too rough.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His: Hands. He likes them cause they are bigger than yours, likes to tangle them on your hair and with your own hands.
Yours: eyes. He is someone who reads people easily, and your eyes alwas gives away what you are feeling.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Big fan of cumming inside you, the Salesman its rather antiquated when it comes to where he should end. He likes to feel your tummy getting bigger with his cum. This mean he will cum and stay inside you till he can go again so he can fill you up again and make you feel fuller.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He loves when you wear skirts. Has a thing for them.
Its easier to push his hand down between your legs and teas you with that evil smirk, enjoying the feeling of growing wetness you end getting. Will ask you to sit on his lap when you use them or let a pen fall and ask you to get it for him so he can get a look at your ass.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Oh, he knows for sure what he is doing. He is handsome and has been handsome all his life. His experience its a big one. Dont be afraid to ask him something if you are inexperience yourself or if you are a virgin (he will melt if you are). As experience as he is, he knows how important its to talk about what someone wants to do during sex. And he talks about sex like the most casual thing in the world.
"So, would you like that position you were watching in that one movie the other night?"
Him: drinks tea
You: burst tea out
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Any position will do for him, it depends on his mood. If he is feeling more dominate, then its dog style, mating press or having tied you up. He likes you to ride him looking at him too. When he feels more loving and gentle, the usual position will do. He likes to look at your eyes while you two do it.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Not goofy he is serious when it comes down to sex. Likes to pay attention to you, your expresions, sounds, everything. He also takes note on what you like the most or what position is making you feel the best.
Very well groomed. He likes to be clean and that includes the hair of his genitals. He also believes you will enjoy sucking him off like that.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
As i repeat myself, it depends.
Its a solid 50% and 50% loving and a wild animal. But he wont ever do something you dont want.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Does not like it but sometimes he cant help it. Specially if he has to be away from you for too long because of work.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
• Degradation
• Chocking
• Size-kink
• Dom/Sub
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Any place at his house. Really, the one thing he wanted to do when you first moved in was to have sex with you on every surface he had. He said that way, he would look anywhere in the house and remember you (and how good you felt around him and your moans) he basically gets you blushing hard.
He does not like to be seen unless its to prove that he owns you and no one can touches you or see you. No problem at touching you in a train ride or in a restaurant.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Almost anything. You can be kissing him casually for either welcoming him back or sending him off to work and he has you pinned against the wall in a instant.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Wont ever share you.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He is a giver.
Loves to have you sitted on his face and overstimulate you with his tongue. If you try to move away from him and he is still not done then he forces you to stay down on his face.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
80% of the times he prefers to be fast and rough. He knows you can take it and ends being so proud of it.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He likes them till a centrain degree. Since sometimes he ends havig you before going to work he cant say he dislikes them, but sometimes they are too short and you or him dont cum. He hates these moments and will assure you for the rest of the day by texts how good he is going to make you feel later.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He is very open to anything you have to offer to do. Just ask him, he is very casual too so he may ask you something at random times.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Thanks to his physical training for his "work" he has a great one. Its a nice suprise the first time you two went for three rounds without stopping.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He does get you some but has the rule that if you use them then you must send him a video or pic. And trust me he will know if you used them and did not obey his rule.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He does like to do it from time to time. If you were a brat or broke his toy rule then you must beg to him to let you cum.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
LOW. He only groans but other than that, nothing.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Even if he does not like it, he would fuck you in the station he works so he can see the wall and remember you two cumming together there. (he did finger you on the bench so thats his favorite spot too).
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Hands down, has both, its large and big. You will have problem adjusting to his size at first and even after many times together you still struggle (he loves it).
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He knows how to control himself in public but its rather high. Lets say a 8/10. Sometimes its just the carnal need, he gets frustrated at work sometimes and ends thinking about you, getting aroused. When it comes down to loving sex then he is still high on his need but will focus more on you.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Depends when you two had sex. If it was after one of his long days at the station then he would fall asleep quickly (but only after making sure you are well take care off).
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ahsxual · 4 months
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Hi! Your writing is wonderful, and I wanted to wish you the best of luck on your exams in advance 🥰 could you imagine the stoic Sang-woo proposing to his girlfriend? Idk the idea of him being in a relationship and coming to terms with his emotions fascinates me. Thanks!
Sweet Proposal
Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2,2k
A/N: Awww thank you, dear anon! I truly appreciate your kind words, it means the world to me 🥺💓 I have to say that I agree with you and I absolutely loved your idea for this request! I hope you enjoy my writing and I wish you the best <33 I wrote this request a long time ago and never posted it idk why, but here goes (my apologies🥺)
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You and Sang-woo have been dating a few years now: you met him through his mother, the woman who you visited everytime you passed by her store and who you always bought something fresh to eat. Her products were of great quality, besides the fact that she was the kindest woman you have ever met in your entire life. She treated you like her own daughter/son, and since you lived by yourself in south korea, you really appreciated having someone who you could count on. Whenever you had a bad day, you would tell her and she would help you by giving you the best advices from her life experience, so your relationship was pretty close. Until one day, her son visited her, and that's when you met the love of your life.
"Good morning, miss Cho!" you greeted your second mother as you liked to call her, only for her to turn to you with the biggest smile and bright eyes on her face, as always. However, this time she had company.
"Oh, my sweet Y/N! Come here sweetie, please let me introduce you my wonderful son, Cho Sang-woo!" she seemed so excited, in contrast to her son who seemed pretty serious and uncomfortable with the all situation.
"Hey." he simply said with a low, yet neutral tone, making you realize that he was quite the opposite from his mother: she shined even in the darkest days, while he somehow brings darkness wherever he goes to. But the fact that he had such a hard personality to deal with and understand, instead of pushing you away, only made you even more curious about that mysterious man. Besides the fact that he is incredibly handsome, but that's another story.
"Hey there! I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you." you put your hand in front of him so you wouldn't be just standing there looking awkwardly at each other. He looked at it for a second, before taking it and shaking it gently, like he was afraid to break your way smaller hand.
"I'm so happy you finally met my son! I'm sure you two will get along just perfectly!" her joy was contagious, yet her own son didn't seem to let his mother's charm get him. You heard her talking about her amazing son so many times, saying how he was a kind man, and extremely intelligent and responsible. Yet, here he is, looking like his life was a complete chaos.
"Yeah, I'm sure we will." you answered shyly, only for him to look at you with a surprised expression. You simply smiled at him, making him blush slightly at your cuteness.
Now you are in the bed with your soulmate by your side, watching him sleep peacefully: who would have known you two would get here? Together?? You didn't know the right answer for that as well, but the truth is that life can really surprise you.
You were Sang-woo’s first love: the only person who stood with him no matter how many problems he had, both professionally and psychologically. You would never give up on him, and that's what made him realize you were the love of his life, the soulmate he was unconsciously looking for so desperately. No one would ever guessed, but one of Sang-woo’s main goals in his life is creating a family who loved and supported him until the end, to feel the happiness and comfort of waking up every day next to his significant other. However, before meeting you, his problem was that he never had the patience or motivation to find love or to continue to please his possible partner until they fell for him. No, he wanted to focus on his professional career first, the rest just being mere details. What made him fall for you, was your dedication to be with him and build a promising life by his side, supporting him and helping him whenever he needed: you were also the first and only person who he told about his fears, insecurities and feelings about certain topics, but only after a few, long months of building trust and courage. And you did the same: you considered him your best friend, because he always helped you with the most racional advices, which were the best in your opinion.
After a few minutes of analyzing lovingly every feature that you knew so well of your loved one, you noticed him moving slightly and groaning from waking up from his precious sleep.
"Good morning, tough guy." you joked, only to receive a confused expression from him just before he rolled his reddish eyes and laugh at the nickname.
"Good morning, babe." his voice was so deep that it made you have inappropriate thoughts, however you knew he was too tired for it right now. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, I actually did. As for you, I think I don't even have to ask." you laughed at his still sleepy state, before putting your legs over him and hug his long torso. He pulled you closer, closing the space that separated your hungry lips before kissing you slowly, yet with the perfect amount of passion and love.
"Yeah, I really needed to rest my mind and body from yesterday." you shyly laughed at him before hitting his arm when he reminded you from your passionate love session from the night before.
"You silly!" the moment you called him that, he rolled you over so he could be on top.
"Call me that again and see what happens." he warned you with a serious face, yet you knew him better. He was obviously messing with you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like his demanding behavior.
"Can you join me in the shower, babe? Please?" you decided to change the subject, giving him the pleading look that you knew he couldn't resist.
"Yeah, sure." he smiled before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "Just wait for me, I'll be right back."
"Ok, I'll wait for you." you gave him a last peck on his lips, before making your way to the bathroom, unconscious of what was coming for you.
That day your boyfriend invited you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, so you thought it would be a simple date like the many you've had before. But this time, he had promising plans for you and your future together, something you weren't expecting to happen so soon. It was already 7:30 pm, so he called you to hurry so you could be on time at the restaurant.
"I'm coming!" you warned your handsome boyfriend, before you appeared in front of him dressing your favorite date outfit that he bought you a few days ago.
"You look gorgeous, sweetheart." his eyes were full of love, admiration and pride for you, making your heart melt with happiness. You felt so loved at that moment... you still couldn't believe you were dating that man.
"Thank you, love. Let's go." you thanked him, before leaving your house and walk to get into his expensive black car.
You and Sang-woo arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes earlier, so you took your time to sit at your reserved table. The restaurant was outstanding: everyone was dressed nicely and the environment was peaceful and romantic; it was an expensive and well known restaurant from your city, which made you feel important. You also felt really happy to know that your boyfriend took you on a date at a very welcoming and beautiful place: it meant that he really loved you and makes a real effort to build up your relationship by changing your routine from time to time, which was healthy for both of you.
A few hours passed and you talked about everything and anything: your plans for your future together, funny stories that happened in your childhood that you didn't know about, how work was going and who are the people you like or dislike... it was a really nice, yet nostalgic and interesting conversation. After that, he insisted to pay your dinner. You felt bad, so he promised next time you could pay, which you knew he was lying.
When you left the restaurant, hand in hand, he told you that his plans for that night weren't done yet.
"I need you to do something for me, honey." your future husband said as soon as you entered the car. You looked at him suspiciously, waiting for whatever was coming. "Close your eyes." he simply said.
"What? Why would you-"
"Just trust me, ok? It's not like I'll kidnap you or something." he made sure to use his sarcasm to relax you a little bit, indirectly telling you that he wasn't going to do anything bad.
"I wouldn't mind if you did so." your sassy comment made him laugh quietly, before you closed your eyes and heard his car running.
Minutes passed and you were starting to get bored with having your eyes closed for so long. At least his strong grip on your inner thigh kept you entertained during the car trip. Suddenly, you felt the car stop slowly, and that's when you realized you had finally arrived at your destination. You were about to open your eyes, when you felt a smack on your thigh.
"Ah! I didn't say you could open your eyes already, did I?" his demanding tone made you internally scream and blush hard, but you needed to remain calm to not lead things to another way, since you didn't want to ruin the plans he made for you.
He helped you getting out of the car, before putting his hand on your waist to guide you to the place where he would make the big proposal.
"Open your eyes, love." he whispered into your ear. The moment you opened your eyes, tears instantly made their way to your warm cheeks: you could watch and admire each star on the sky, shining in your direction; it was full moon night, which made you think that Sang-woo chose this specific night for that reason; in front of you, you could also see and hear the calm and relaxing dark-blue sea moving at a slow and therapeutical pace. It was the most romantic moment you ever had and even imagined. You were too focus on the ocean and the brilliant stars above you, that you didn't even notice what was written on the sand: "Will you marry me, Y/N?" was written in huge and well marked letters. This made your heart beat at an incredibly fast pace and your vision to go blurry due to the emotional warm tears that wanted to escape from your eyes.
"Baby, what's all of thi-" when you turned around in hope that the man of your life would explain what was happening at that moment, even tho you knew already, you saw him kneeling instead, looking at you nervously with a small black box on his hands which contained a shining ring inside.
"L/n Y/n, I know I'm not the best lover sometimes due to my emotionless personality, however you liberate a more loving, caring and passionate side of me that I never knew I could have until I met you. I never thought I could be so in love with someone... and to be honest, I didn't even know what was love before I kissed you for the first time. I'm sorry for all the times I made you upset, but I promise I'll be a better person for you. So... will you marry me, my love?" you never saw your boyfriend being so open with his feelings, not even towards you, so you knew this was extremely hard for him and that all what he was saying was the pure truth. Also for the first time you noticed Sang-woo cry in front of you, even though he remained with a neutral facial expression.
Deep inside, you knew he feels a lot, he just used this "mask" to hide his vulnerability and pretend he is emotionless. But with you, he doesn't feel the need to pretend to be strong all the time. And that's when he realized it was you who he was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with.
You couldn't help but cry in front of him, his action caughting you by surprise, in a good sense.
"Of course my love, of course I will marry you!! There is nothing I desire more than to have you as my husband." he smiled until his cheeks started to get sore: this moment was unique and special for both of you. You always made him forget any pain he might feel. He quickly stood up and picked up into his arms, spinning you over and over again until you both felt almost dizzy.
That night was unforgettable for both of you, and now that you had a wedding ring on your finger, you couldn't think about anything else than stepping onto the altar and marry the man of your dreams.
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luvsellie · 1 year
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Congratulations on that 1k cutie 🥳
Can you do kang saebyeok with "come over here and make me."?? Pretty please ♡
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— pairing saebyeok x fem!reader | wc 0.4k | prompt "come over here and make me." | note AHHH thank you <3
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12:24 pm
even with her introverted demeanor, kang saebyeok was still incredibly bold. you had the lovely chance of learning this after you had grown the balls to ask her out, and since that moment on, your girlfriend took every opportunity she got to remind you just how much she had you wrapped around her finger.
like, right now for example. out of all the possible conversation topics, you didn’t want to hear about how jealous you had been when the woman at the cash register eyed saebyeok up and down before taking her coffee order. or, rather, how snappy you had been to the cashier when her gaze reluctantly slid to yours.
“you’re absolutely insufferable, i hope you know that,” you told saebyeok bitterly, avoiding her amused look by turning to face the large window on your left.
she scoffed in her seat across from you, but her smile continued to tug at the corners of her mouth. “people have already told me that. many times.”
you huffed out a breath and turned back to her. “that doesn’t mean you actually have to be insufferable.” there was a beat of silence before you grabbed your drink from the table, smoothing over the warm plastic with a thumb. “and of course i was jealous of her! she’s pretty and kept talking to you—and you entertained the conversation, which you never do. like, ever. so just shut your mouth about the whole thing, okay?”
saebyeok’s grin grew a little wider as she licked her pink lips, sitting back against her chair as she watched you.
part of you thought that her quietness meant compliance, and you counted yourself lucky that she actually listened (for once). but as you went to take a sip of the drink clasped in your hands, she countered with, “come over here and make me then.”
liquid suddenly caught in your throat, you coughed and sputtered into your elbow with widened eyes, trying to process if you had heard her correctly. when you finally cleared your airway, you glanced at her, cheeks flushed. the confidence she wore frightened you a bit, you couldn’t lie, but it also brought goosebumps to your heated skin. mainly because you knew she wasn’t kidding. she may not be very big on pda, but she got handsy when she was jealous, and now that the roles were—for the first time—reversed, you were betting that she liked the idea of you taking an initiative and shutting her up. 
when you did nothing but stare at her with large eyes, though, mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish, she sighed through her nose and leaned forward. saebyeok reached over the small table, lifted herself from her chair, and grabbed your chin.
before you could muster up the courage to object, she kissed you. it was quick but strong, and after she pulled back, your noses inches apart, she said, “that’s how you get me to shut my mouth.”
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The Boredom of the elite
Tw: None although reader is like Kirari Momobami
9:45 AM
Your phone reads as the alarm screeches, you turn it off missing a few times in your attempt to reclaim the sleep you desired, although in vain, you finally open your eyes to silence the alarm and enjoy the sounds of the cars below within your apartment.
It seemed to last an eternity until a buzz redirects your attention.
Reminder: 2 Meetings, 3PM and 5PM.
You take a long inhale and an equally long sigh not ready to face the agonising meetings ahead, you blink a few times until finally pushing yourself off the cloud-like mattress and allowing the silk bedsheets to flow off your body. Your walk to your bathroom, the marble material of the floor cooling the warmth of your feet as you walk, the dark marble of the marble clashing with the gold accents.
— Time skip —
5:30 PM
Your phone reads as the eternal bore of the meetings ate away at you for the whole day leaving you with no breaks Damn corporate job. The boredom was then put to rest by a singular notification.
Father: My dear it is starting tomorrow
The pure and utter excitement from that one notification made your spine tingle and energy shot through your entire being. You immediately reply:
You: Could I maybe go in this time?
Father: No it is too dangerous I’ve told you many times
You: But I could be so exciting! The thrill of it all just there for the taking!
Father: ____ I said no it is too dangerous do you know how important to me your are?
You: Do you know how important to me you are Father?
Read
You let out an amused chuckle as your father had always been this way, leaving when you fire back, although you still care about him none the less.
— Time Skip —
As the meeting ends you adjust your black suit the stuffiness of the room nearly making you break out into a sweat. You leave the room the outside cool air on the balcony cooling you as the sound of the cars wizzing by drifted your mind elsewhere.
The feeling of buzzing in your pocket snapped your mind to your phone you take note of your phone displaying the ID you had been excited for:
In-ho
“I was waiting for your call In-ho let’s see what you have to say” you say as you accept his call.
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kailuvsdrama · 2 years
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dean-samw67 · 2 years
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Watch You Sleep
Kang Sae-Byeok x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: Angst(I AM SO SORRY)
Words: 716
(Take this Sae-Byeok Fic. I will apologize in advance. If it makes you feel better I cried too.)
You could still remember those days like it was yesterday. 
You could remember waking up, eyes squinting from the sun shining through the thin curtains. But you couldn’t complain. Not when you were opening your eyes to the most beautiful person you ever met. Kang Sae-Byeok. 
The way the light would shine onto her face, accenting her soft features that weren’t covered by her hair. You smile as you brush the hair gently behind her hair, in an attempt to get a better view of your sleeping girlfriend. 
You feel a shiver down your bare back as the wind from the open window blows in. It was warm air but it made you shiver nonetheless. You pull the sheets over the two of you as you scoot in closer to Sae-Byeok, wanting to take in her gentle warmth. Staring at her resting figure for a moment more you settle into her chest, listening to her soft breaths. 
Sae-Byeok, slightly woken from all the movement, looks down at you, her gentle loving girlfriend, through half-opened eyes. Seeing her lover calm and relaxed against her made her heart swell, remembering how this was the girl who taught her how to love. She wraps her arms around you, holding you impossibly closer. 
***
The dark-haired girl stared down at you as you slept heavily. Sae-Byeok smiled to herself as she took you in. Your bare form laid comfortably on your stomach, sheets just resting above your hips. Sae-Byeok runs her soft hands gently across your back, amazed by how beautiful you looked as you slept. 
To her every little thing about you was perfection. Even those imperfections worked together to make you perfect. She couldn’t help but always wonder what brought you into her life. How she got so beyond lucky. 
She loved you and would never deny it. She would do anything to give you everything. 
Sae hooks her hand around your side and pulls you into her as she lays half way on top of your back, laying her chin on your shoulder and resting her head on the pillow beside yours. 
This wakes you enough for you to let out a lazy groan before looking at your beauty of a girlfriend through your half asleep daze. 
Nothing was said. It was simply just two girlfriends taking in each other's presence. Enjoying the comfort that the other gave them. That in itself said so much without any words. The way you both would look into each other's eyes showed just how much you two loved one another. 
Neither of you ever wanted to leave.
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And now here you sit. Alone in your living room as you read the letter the you found in front of your apartment door. 
Miss Y/N L/N,
I am sorry to be the one to tell you this but Sae-Byeok insisted I inform you. I can not tell you too much to ensure your safety but I am sure you are aware of Sae-Byeok's disappearance. I wish I could bear you better news on her. Sae-Byeok is gone. She has passed away. I am leaving you with a portion of money and the address to the woman who has custody over Sae-Byeok’s brother, Cheol. I am sure you two will still want to be in each other's lives and probably will need each other. I am deeply sorry for your loss.
Sincerely, Seong Gi-hun
You drop the letter as tears drop one by one down your face, staring at the bag of money you were given. Your hand rests over your mouth in an attempt to hush your sobs, trying to wrap your head around this. It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t. There was a pit in your stomach that made you feel as if you needed to vomit and a hole in your heart that could never be fixed. 
Your head turned over to look at the bed that you shared with Sae in your studio apartment. And your mind brings you back to all the days you two would lay together while having movie nights. All the nights you would stay up and talk to one another. All the mornings you would wake up and watch each other sleep peacefully. 
What once was your favorite dream became your worst nightmare.
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kkurades · 1 year
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˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ SQUID GAME MASTERLIST ˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
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EOS
cho sang-woo —
nothing yet
hwang jun-ho —
nothing yet
ji-yeong —
nothing yet
kang sae-byeok —
nothing yet
salemesman —
nothing yet
seong gi-hun —
nothing yet
square guard —
nothing yet
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©cupidsheqrt , 2022.
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i-write-things · 8 months
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Truth or Dare with Yan!Chrollo
Playing truth or dare with Yan! Chrollo seems so childish on the outside because I mean, come on, it's a game we'd all play at recess in our childhood.
But it's no game when it's with chrollo. Because on one hand, it can be a great way to get answers and get him to do (most of) what you want, if you can convince him to play. On the other hand, it can be so, so dangerous.
Because while Chrollo knows you are probably playing this game just to get answers or get him to do something, he knows he has an equal advantage. But considering he's, well....Chrollo, He'll somehow have the upper hand.
If you haven't already succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome, it can be both exciting and difficult. I mean, really difficult. "Alright then, I'll play along. Truth, or dare?" He asks, finally setting down his book and deciding that at least it's one way to get your attention. And if he requests something difficult enough, perhaps you'll quit asking him. And if you don't quit, well, it will just confirm his theory that you really want something.
If you pick truth, well, he expected that. It's the safest option, to be fair. But don't be fooled. It's still not safe at all. "What's one thing that you do like that I do when I show you affection? Oh, and don't even consider lying, your body language will give you away." Something like that, anyway. and the questions will only get worse.
If you pick dare? Wow, you're feeling a bit more adventurous, aren't you? Your practically begging for it, he thinks. "Come here, sit on my lap." It'd start off small, but it would build to something worse than any truth he asked you.
If you HAVE succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome already, however, things will be more pleasant because he knows he doesn't have to force affection out of you. And if he's sure you love him enough, he might even be less suspecting of you trying to take advantage of him. But he'll still have that voice in his head telling him you are, especially if you only just started returning his affection.
Dares won't always have to be so...intimate. They can be, if he is especially in that mood and he thinks you are, too. But sometimes, they're just nice. Like, "Come here, my dear. This whole game would be much nicer if I can hold you the entire time, hm?" At this point, he probably only asks for truths. You might as well just not call it truth or dare, and rather "Cuddling with Chrollo while you ask each other questions". The only person who would be requesting dares when you're in his arms is you, because he wants to chill now that you're with him. He'd probably ask for sweet gestures, like a kiss on the cheek or something simple.
Truths can range from him asking you deep thinking questions, things about philosophy, your moral ground, what you'd do in certain situations, and on occasions, just whatever he's curious about you to know.
"What's something you've never told me before?"
"Hmm...Sometimes, when I say I need I hug, I don't really. Sometimes I only say this because I think you need a hug.
...Chrollo?"
If you answered something super sweet and affectionate like that, he'd take a moment to just....let that sink in, before hugging you tightly nuzzling your neck or kissing you. "You're so sweet, my dear."
He really thought it was super sweet. His dead heart was already beating when he was holding you, or just in your presence, but after that? He may seem calm on the exterior, but inside his heart erupted into fireworks. He might consider doing something sweet for you back, like getting you something he knows you'd enjoy.
He'd, of course, fill out his dares to the best of his ability and answer his truths 100% honestly, but don't be too surprised when you come to face with loopholes. This is Chrollo, what did you expect? Even if you're affectionate back, expect at least some loopholes. Though, it's a lot less and a lot less severe than if you didn't return the affection.
Just do yourself a favor, and just...try to love him back. It'll make things much easier for the both of you. Maybe your pride won't let you (or the fact he's a mass murderer), but seriously, it'd just be a lot easier. So give it a try. Besides, it might not be all that bad?
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Yandere Squid Game Au | Dabi
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Working for a secret organization that murdered its players on a massive scale wasn’t as horrifying as it sounds. Granted, it was truly mortifying but you get used to it. You don’t show your face, you don’t flinch, and you listen to the Frontman. If you keep quiet and stay in your lane it isn’t long before you start moving up the ladder. From triangle to circle to square–it was like any other job. Like in any typical occupation if your boss, finds favor in your physique or otherwise you naturally get promoted. Thus was your fate as you went from being a mere circle to becoming the masked servant in the VIP room where you subject yourself to the whims of the richest and most loathsome patrons to the beloved Squid Game.
Today you were aiding the VIP with dyed black hair and stapled scars around his neck. He later instructed you to call him Touya. But when he first departed on his helicopter, his companions called him:
Dabi. 
Dabi or Touya is a wolf that doesn’t bother to conceal himself. Acting as the outlier to his troupe he trailed behind more interested in entertaining himself. Specifically with you. 
“Well, aren’t you cute? 
The moment he walked in his brazen blue eyes shifted beneath his mask. Sticking to you like glue as you weave behind each of the VIP spaces with only the finest scotch in hand. Feeling his burning stare on the back of your head you do him last, fully expecting to be halted from returning to your post. You were right to do so as he pulls at your suit, holding you in place as you were still bent down in a motion to pour into his cup.
“Sit, cutie. No need to be scared.”
He smirks when he says that. Clenching the silken fabric in between his polished fingertips until you did exactly that. Sitting beside him on the plush couch surrounded by exotic women and men painted in the patterns of seductive predators. Lifting you from the velvety seat into his lap, your bottom comes to rest on the crux of his crotch; already exposed by the widened stance of his legs. 
Throughout the games Touya holds you firm as he bucks his hips, causing you to bounce at the force. He holds you firmly by the hips rubbing tentatively as the contestants begin to fight. At this time he’s not really focused on the games. You know this because you feel the rough heated lips against the skin of your neck. His hands begin to wander as he squeezes the meat of your thighs, your stomach, your chest–he helps himself to all of it. But he still proposes his commentary, a little preoccupied but willing to participate.
“Mmmm~Tastes good…I’m guessing 56 isn’t going to make it. They have that ugly look that dead people get already.”
Touya despite his protests to his friends does get interested. Only holding you tight to his chest as he watches the show. Sucking his teeth in your ears as he watches a bet of his go down the drain. Sometimes his hands slip into your suit but only to rub against the warm texture of your skin. If you didn’t know any better you’d say his touch was loving
You admit you get comfortable, trading your stiffness for relaxed leisure as you let your body meld into Touya’s.  The Front Man may send you a look but the moment you move to straighten up your VIP yells at your boss.
“Oi don’t you dare look at them! They're busy pleasing me, so just turn around and do your job.”
For some reason, he really hates the Front Man as he insults and throws his glass near the masked man’s head. You don’t flinch but you silently hope that the VIP’s behavior isn’t attributed to you. As if to calm your nerves the patron underneath you held you tighter, shifting his position to cradle you against the lying seat.
“Oi better not fire them! I better see them next time I come around.”
And he does. Immediately calling you to his side when he does show up to watch the Squid Game. He touches you without restraint; as if actually missing you for the year you were apart.  Despite how much he seems to indulge in you he never wishes to disappear with you, not until his fifth visit. That was the first time he led you away from the main viewing room; smirking as his friends jeered.
“Oooh Dabi and the cutie are slipping away! But your going to miss the big final!”
“Piss off.”
“Ooooo so possessive?”
The fifth time is also the time he makes his proposal promise. He kisses you like a starving animal, wild without reason as he devours you. He would take off your mask but his gaze keeps drifting to the different decor of the room. He knows you two are being watched.  In between moans and groans he proposes a change of space.
“Why-ah-don’t we take this back to my place~!”
You protest adamantly that you must stay…how else were you supposed to collect your check? Even going so far as to pin it on your superior, who was the only one who could actually shift some weight in place of the host. He growls and you yip letting your hands grip the grooves of the golden-dusted wall. 
In the panting exhaustion that concludes you vaguely register the off-handed musing that comes from behind. With a tone that only wished for death, he spoke through his teeth and under his breath making your skin raise into a tizzy of goosebumps.
“...tter say, yes. Or I’ll burn the prude myself.”
You both worry and praise his departure. Even so, you find your inner self swooning at the way his crystal orbs look at you through his wolf mask with an uncontained want. Flicking away to glare at the Front Man. You have the sneaking suspicion that his sixth visit will be your last…that is if you aren’t dead before then.
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snarkks · 2 years
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r0ses-are-rosie · 2 years
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HI EVERYONE! i've officially decided to become a headcanon blog, so please send in your requests for the following fandoms <3
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🍡 FANDOMS I WILL WRITE FOR:
Danganronpa
Demon Slayer
Attack On Titan
Squid Game
Komi Can't Communicate
All of Us Are Dead
Doki Doki Literature Club!
Sally Face
My Hero Academia
Our Life Series
14 Days With You
Arcane
🍡 THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE:
Incest
NSFW (not confident in my writing for that yet)
Abusive/Toxic Relationships (yanderes are sort of fine)
Non-Con/Dub-Con
Pedophilia
Character x Character
Character x OC
Anything I say I don't want to write
Thank you for reading <3
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p.s: i DO write aot smau lol thats all k bye
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biribaa · 8 months
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I just really want a fic or something where Squid is secretly crushing on a player who falls asleep while playing the game, just.
I really like Squid he needs more love.
Idk what title give to this one. Enjoy.
TW/CW: None.
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The time on the screen read two in the morning, and you can already feel your eyelids getting heavier, heavier and heavier every second that passed in your bedroom in the dark, the only illumination being your computer screen with the variations of pink flashing. It felt like the earth's gravity was against you and it just pulled you down further and further down. Just twenty more attempts...
And you've just noticed Squid being quieter than he should be... The AI went out of death voicelines to mock you, perhaps? You didn't know if you liked it or not, Squid was a pain in the ass sometimes, but you would feel guilty if you don't admit he's hilarious, even cute sometimes.
Damn, you feel that every second that passes the chance of you fainting increases more and more, you just have to finish this level... And maybe another one too.
And as you felt closer and closer to your erasure, Squid thinks, watching you. Gosh, he felt so, so stupid for falling for another human. How could he, after all that happened.
The worst part is, the AI knows you are probally the most stupid of all the other stupid gut buckets he have seen. You know he's a bad one, you know he literally killed half the human race. And yet, here you are from the start, with all the patience passing all levels, no angry yelling, no hitting the table because of rage, no ranting to your friend how much you hated him by messages, nothing.
He hated you because you had common sense. Nothing to hate. No reason to exclaim 'Ha! I knew I wasn't in love! Love is dumb anyway'.
Squid hates how he thinks about you everyday, asking himself what things you would like to get as a gift, what makes you laugh, what kind of animals do you like, your favorite movie, shows, books, game, maybe even musical, what type of clothes you got in your cabinet... He feels dumb, he shouldn't feel like this, but his inner programming says the contrary.
Could Squid find a way to acess your camera? At least he could try to get access to your microphone. He's the doom of humanity, stuff like these are super easy.
In the middle of the process of Squid accessing your camera, he notices the lack of movement in the snail, he would question it, but was already dealing with another something.
Of course Squid was right, it wasn't difficult at all! Piece of cake. The AI ​​would be lying if he wasn't feeling a little excited, he was wondering if you had long or short hair (maybe even no hair at all!), or how your room looked like. What color is you skin, or maybe your eyes, or if you had a animal. And when Squid finally saw your face, he only comes across a human body unconscious in a chair with closed eyes.
...Not what Squid expected...
You still had your headphones on, so carefully, Squid turned the volume down slightly without you notice. And so, he analyze your physical appearance, not bad...
Squid looked at you one last time, opening a grin. "Good night human."
Everything was dark, Squid could barely see your bed, or anything that is present in your current area. It was better to save this one for later, you don't deserve to suddenly wake up because of a game. Screen lighting dimmed, Squid wished he could take you to his bed, but he wasn't able to (for now, at least).
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baestruly · 1 year
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☄. *. ⋆ 𝐒𝐀𝐄𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 !
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✧ fluff
༊ angst
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
in the works !
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𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
✧ ༊ room to care ── during the chaotic night, you get cut with a players knife. as you try to fight the pain, someone who you didn't expect noticed you were acting different. 
✧ under the moon ── saebyeok can't seem to keep her feelings from you any longer.
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𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒
✧ excited to see you
✧ night walks
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rainsoughtflowers · 1 year
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hi! could i request a sae-byeok x fem reader fluff / hcs where it’s christmas and they do a bunch of activities together like putting up / decorating a christmas tree, baking cookies, buying matching pjs and drinking hot cocoa while having a christmas movie marathon with face masks, dancing to christmas music together, making out under the mistletoe, shopping for presents for cheol (and each other) etc ?? i’ve been missing christmas lately and christmas with sae-byeok just sounds so comforting rn! (sorry if i sent this twice, i’m not sure if it submitted the first time)
all i want for christmas is you
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tw/cw - none
a/n - this is so vv late ik im horrible but uh the christmas spirit changes people so :D
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- sae byeok wasn’t one to go all out for christmas. growing up poor her family could barely afford a tree, let alone presents and the sparkling lights strung along rooftops and trees. she didn’t own a single pair of fuzzy sweaters that families matched with during their christmas photos. she didn’t even have a photo, not a single one from all the years she lived. call her a grinch, but christmas felt like a reminder what she and her family couldn’t have every year.
- then you came along. and god, you adored the holiday, putting up everything the moment halloween passed. sae byeok was a little annoyed about it at first, at a loss for words walking out of your shared bedroom and finding the house decked out in boxes of christmas decorations. but she couldn't feel resentful of the holiday when you smiled like that. when cheol brightened at the sight while tugging on the hem of her shirt. she found herself mirroring his expression, despite wanting to ask the hundreds of questions swirling around in her mind.
- she released a sigh. her grumpiness would have to rest for a bit.
- you and sae byeok would dedicate a whole afternoon to decorating, insisting it had to be done all in one day. the girl would follow you around like a lost puppy, holding up foreign objects and asking where they went. she felt a little useless during that time, unsure whether she was handing over the correct ornament or setting up the tree properly. but you were patient with her, gently reminding the girl of what was the correct object and showing her the easiest and quickest way to flock the tree. and even though her placement of the decorations looked horrible compared to yours, you simply told her it looked beautiful.
- shopping for christmas presents was something new to sae byeok. she had gone before for her younger brother, but the gift was usually something cheap and used. and even though they weren’t as poor as before, she still felt guilty spending so much money on material things. so christmas shopping was a whole other level of guilt.
- but she eventually grew used to it. after all, this would be their first official christmas without the looming shadow of debt. she wanted to make it as memorable as possible for her younger brother.
- you accompanied her on one of her trips, your excitement making her enjoy the shopping more so than usual. every time you found something you believed the young boy would like you’d hold it up, examining the functions and appearing like a child wanting it for themselves. as quick as your attention found the object however it would disappear, grasping another that would repeat the process. it took many hours for sae byeok to settle on just a couple things.
- shopping for you was a whole different story. she thought long and hard about what to get you, wanting it to be special. you meant a lot to the girl after all, and even though you insisted on her not getting you a present she wanted to see the same bright smile on your face as you opened her gift. sae byeok would spend hours in the shopping center, asking for several different opinions. when she finally settled on a bracelet she was excited, beginning to think that christmas couldn’t come sooner.
- while you waited for the day to come, you made sure to have the pair participate in many classic holiday traditions.
- a gingerbread decorating contest was the first on the list. you bought two sets, pairing up with cheol to decorate one while sae byeok was left to fend for herself. the afternoon was filled with laughter, hundreds of photos and a messy amount of icing. somehow, when cheol was announced the winner for the contest, sae byeok was left with a face covered in white frosting and a chunk out of her gingerbread house (curtesy of you, of course).
- ice skating is another activity you felt was better appreciated during the holiday season. the siblings joined you on the ice, arms spread out as they struggled to stay upright. you quickly handed cheol a walker so he was less likely to fall before grinning mischievously at his older sister. sae byeok could only widen her eyes when you grabbed her hand and pulled her around on the ice, laughing when she screamed from both fright and adrenaline. it didn’t take long for you both to fall on a heap on the floor, breathing heavily with your hands still clasped tightly together. eventually you find yourself laughing loudly, the girl letting out a soft sigh before allowing her own snickers to leave her lips.
- mistletoe is practically everywhere in the house. more often than not you purposely meet the girl under the plant, grinning when she finally glanced up and realized why you kept staring at her so expectantly. after having dealt with your antics several times already, sae byeok released a small sigh, the smallest hint of a smile on her lips as she leaned forward and captured your lips with her own.
- when christmas came around no other music was played except the classics. you insisted upon this fact, your excuse being that it was only acceptable to listen to certain songs during a small window of the year. sae byeok used to mind at first, eventually growing tired of the repeated songs playing in the living room. but when you took her hands and pulled her to her feet, swaying your body with her own, her irritation disappeared. instead she focused on the way your body followed hers and how your head would dip back in laughter when she would accidentally step on your foot. her eyes traced the smile on your face and the sparkle in your eyes, voice humming softly to the tune.
- when christmas eve finally came around you spent the day preparing for ‘santa’. you showed cheol how to bake cookies and stir hot chocolate, putting on a christmas movie while they heated in the oven. you allowed the siblings to open one gift, matching pjs for you all to wear while watching the movie. your hands easily found their way curled against sae byeok’s chest, warmth radiating from your bodies as her fingers found purchase in your hair. when cheol began to grow sleepy you helped the small boy put out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, tucking him into bed and kissing his forehead. as soon as the door clicked shut you and sae byeok shared a look of understanding, rushing to the closet filled with the presents santa would be leaving for the young boy in the morning. your words are hushed throughout the night, giggling from excitement and the rush of trying to stay quiet enough as to not disturb cheol’s sleep.
- you and sae byeok share a lingering kiss under the mistletoe, before falling asleep under the blankets and twinkling lights.
- you both awake in the morning to cheol tugging on your limbs and pulling you into the living room excitedly. you match his excitement when he takes notice of the half eaten cookies and small pile of presents, eager to begin the morning festivities. you hold up a camera and record the morning filled with torn wrapping paper and bright smiles, many hugs shared followed by words of gratitude. it was the perfect christmas morning.
- exactly what you had hoped for.
- sae-byeok’s hands are cold during the winter season, abnormally so. each time your fingers found her own you hold on tighter than necessary, hoping your warmth will eventually ease itself deep into her skin. your thumbs stroke her knuckles, finger pads rubbing along every inch they can find. you believe it works when you finally (and regretfully) pull away, palms a little sweaty but her skin back to its normal temperatures. and then you smile, catching sight of her reddening cheeks and equally red nose. you lean forward, placing your hands over her cheeks and begin kissing them. softly, gently, hundreds of times with the excuse to warm them enough so she’d never feel a bite of cold ever again.
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