#sal’s fluff tag <3

[strawberrylabs]

Can you do a Larry Johnson X reader with ADHD, Fluff story

(A bit more info abt me: I have style my hair in an Afro with bangs just above my eyebrow which is dyed black, I’m black but with light skin, I curse a lot and I’m usually seen as loud or childish, and I’m an ENTP)

And can it be in a setting where we go out to an arcade or smth?

Please and tysm!!

Arcade Date!

Larry Johnson x Adhd!reader

Im so so sorry for how long this took! Tumblr keeps eating my posts and I didn’t realise this one had been eaten too until today ;-; this should’ve been posted months ago </3

Anyways! Technical issues aside! Hope you enjoy!

“Fuck yeahh!! Beat that score Larry!”

“You’ve gotta be cheating! There's no way you beat my score! Sal! You’re with me right? Y/n’s cheatin!”

Said blue haired male looks at the two lovers hunched over the game as he sips on a slushy. 

He doesn’t know why he’s here. He knew you guys were going on a date, he just had to make sure you two behave and don’t kill anyone. He now regrets his decision.

“Uh.. soooo… Im gonna go over here”

“Hey- Sal! Get back here, don't walk away! You gotta help me beat y/n and their freakish hyperfocus!” Larry calls after his best friend before turning to face you, who was still clicking away at the game, unblinking.

“No fair! I didn’t know you hyperfixated on this game recently! You have ADHD superpowers!”

You chuckle

“Actually, I told you about it last week- Yeah! Beat the score again!”

Larry groans as he grabs your hand and drags you away from the machine.

“Alright! Next game! This time I’m gonna beat your ass!”

“Oh yeah? Not if I beat your ass first! I’m a pro gamer, you don’t stand a fucking chance!” You proclaim loudly, causing a startled mother to cover her child's ears and glare at you for your use of profanities.

“Oops.. sorry” You give a little apology wave as Larry laughs at you

You punch his arm lightly before making your way to a claw machine.

“Come on man these things are rigged!” Larry protests as you fish out your coins from your pocket.

“What, are you that bad at a silly game?” You tease him as you insert the coin.

You try your hardest to grab a little alien plush in the middle, but even when you grab it, it drops as soon as the claw lifts it into the air.

You groan

“This thing is so rigged!” Larry laughs at you again.

“Told you dude! Let me try” Larry lightly pushes you away to try win the alien plush.

After way too many attempts, and lots of money spent on the claw machine, Larry manages to hook the claw on the tag of the alien.

You both gasp and you grab Larry’s arm as the claw moves to the slot in the corner, waiting with held breaths.

When the alien drops in the prize box you both scream and start jumping while pushing each other back and forth, earning you some strange looks from people nearby.

“Yes! You did it!” You laugh

“That I did. I believe you owe me an apology” Larry grins at you

“Ugh, fine. Maybe you’re not as crappy at games as I thought.” 

Satisfied, Larry grabs out the alien and looks at you before handing it over.

“For you, milady” He dramatically bows while putting on a silly accent.

You laugh “You’re so cliche”

He stands up straight and smiles as he pulls you into him for a hug.

You both freeze as you hear a camera shutter.

“Nice, can’t wait to show this to the rest of the gang.” 

You turn around to see Sal standing there with his phone, pointing it at the two of you.

“Sal! You prick! Give me that phone!”

“Dammit Sal! Get back here!”

You and Larry proceed to chase a laughing Sal around the arcade before the three of you are told to leave by the employees.

“This is why I can’t let you two go anywhere unsupervised.” Sal tuts

“Excuse you! If you hadn’t taken that photo, we wouldn’t have been kicked out!” Larry nods his head at your statement

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Sal don’t gaslight us!” 

 Cue you and Larry yet again chasing Sal back to the apartments.

Little did you know, Sal posted the photo, and a video of you two chasing him to a group chat with the gang.

Sally Face: *1 photo and 1 video* Yeah, they’re definitely made for each other.

I hope you enjoyed it!

-Strawberry🍓

Masterlist

Rules

#larry johnson x reader #sally face #sally face x reader

[possexed]

ARENT YOU JUST CUTE?

sal fisher x gn! reader || cuddling headcanons

tags : spooning, cuddling, hugging, fluff, short headcanons/imagines, sally face.

synopsis : sal fisher whenever he just lays down and relaxes with his cute s/o <3

I imagine cuddling with sal to be like one of the best things that could happen to him.

first, you don’t run away from him because of his face and his prosthetic and then you love to be physical with him?

it’s heaven.

he loves to dedicate his open time to you, laying down and watching anything you guys can find on TV.

i feel as if he’d absentmindedly run circles on your side if he’s spooning you, not even realizing he’s doing it.

if you spoon him, oh gods if you spoon him he’ll absolutely love it and try to be as close to you as possible, his back touching your chest.

he would just love having a touchy s/o that isn’t repulsed by his face, end of discussion.

── POSSEXED  ✦ (📖)

all rights reserved (2022) ✿

#sally face #sallyface #sallyface x reader #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #fluff #fluffy #headcanon

[zzoguri]

recommend us some of your fav sunwoo fics!! both sfw & nsfw :))))

hi anon! thank you for shooting this message to me <3 for starters, i do have a lot! however, I'll try to keep this list at a reasonable length :DD pls just keep in mind of the tags!!! & this is not listed in any particular order

I KNOW THESE DESCRIPTIONS ARENT DOING THESE FICS JUSTICE BUT PLS KNOW I LEFT REVIEWS FOR MOST OF THESE SO LIKE I HAVE SAID SM ALREADY

from my mutuals!!

gravity (is the distance between you and me) by @wuahae (sfw)

remember when i first read this before going to sleep and just feeling so seen (idk reader just felt so me T__T). cat's words are genuinely so beautiful. also just really love how this whole thing is set up </3 if ur up for some angst and also minimal fluff, this is for you!

rhapsody anonymous by @sungbeam (sfw)

this is just a fluffy read!!! personally just love the more shy nature of sunwoo in this fic & the dynamic between reader and sunwoo is so cute!! also reader is just very me in terms of the whole podcasting :3

far from home by @sungbeam (sfw)

UGH IF U KNOW ME. I AM A BIG FAN OF FUCKING SPIDERMAN!!! SO FOR THIS TO COME TO ME IS THE BEST THING EVER!!! I'M LITERALLY SO HAPPY I LOVE THIS ONE SHOT SO MUCH </3

Bad boy good girl by @haet-sal (nsfw)

read this when i wasn't even mutuals with lacey. i am still a big fan of this idgaf

win over your heart (goal!) by @cupidjyu (sfw)

another fluffy read! it has shy sunwoo and i just love the dynamic between sunwoo and reader + reader and eric !!

from others! (if some don't have messages just know that i still love them </3 it's just 3 am T___T and most of these are from when i didnt use my tumblr acc!)

This is how we fall by @jeongjaebae (sfw)

ugh you guys have no clue this is one of my all time favorite fics on tumblr like. i read this maybe around a year ago? and it still lives in my mind. so much lines from this fic is like forever imprinted on my BRAIN!!! like it gen means so much to me.

The Boy by @milfgyuu (nsfw)

YALL HAVE NO CLUE!!! FOREVER A FAVORITE LIKE HANDS DOWN WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS TIL I DIE LIKE I AM IN LOVE WITH SUNWOO'S CHARACTER. PLUS THE WHOLE DYNAMIC BETWEEN HIM AND READER FML I AM A FAN.

from my moon to yours & under our stars by @mieohmy (sfw)

i'm a big fan of hotel del luna so these two works REALLY did it for me </3 idk i just love the whole THEIR WHOLE DYNAMIC!! PLUS ITS JUST HOW SUNWOO IS WRITTEN WHEN HE INTERACTS WITH READER THAT MAKES ME WANT TO CLAW ON THE WALLS!

break your rules by @sankyeom (sfw)

pose by @sankyeom (sfw)

what type of cheese are you by @hwaflms (sfw)

walking on sunshine by @mavericsohn (sfw)

yugen by @mae-gi-writes (sfw)

The Girl I Haven’t Met by @mae-gi-writes (sfw)

Just Like The Real Thing by @daisyvisions (nsfw)

lacking in subtlety by @strayed-quokka (nsfw)

a little TMI between friends by @dontflailmenow (nsfw)

heartbreak hotel by @hongism (nsfw)

so much for self-control by @dontflailmenow (nsfw)

Insanity by @sparkvn (nsfw)

sorry about that LONG list. that's not even everything i like i'm p sure </3 but i hope you enjoy these fics anon!!!

#zzoguri asks #zzoguri recs #kim sunwoo

[bunnir]

the four lords reacting to you getting your number 1 dreamie in acnh bc i'm obsessed with both games atm

tags: fluff, just pure fluff, karl being a boomer, karl and sal are under the cut <3

-

alcina dimitrescu

is confused but she definitely supports your passions

she's a fast learner so when you tell her about it she understands a bit more

you probably play it w bela, cas and daniela lets be honest

she watches you play, thinks the theme of the game is absolutely adorable! it's better than cas playing doom lol

alcina brings you guys snacks and stuff whilst you're all grinding on your islands 😭

she doesn't fully understand why you guys spend so much time on such games but as long as it's keeping you all out of trouble she really doesn't mind!

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donna beneviento

donna plays acnh all the time and has a gothic look u can't change my mind

she's so happy for you!

will definitely try and help you design a yard for your dreamie! she's amazing at designing stuff

she's probably searching for muffy let's be honest

she has everything gothic- if you get anything goth themed for her as a gift she'll love you forever

ngl- she probably has a room in her home that's pastels and all cutesy

she's a child at heart <3

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salvatore moreau

he doesn't know what acnh is

so when you tell him, he's like "woah"

if you gift him his own switch w acnh, he'll be so damn happy!

ngl- his island will be very messy

he doesn't do weeding but he does plant flowers and lets them overgrow too

has random items he likes or finds cute he'll put them literally anywhere

knowing his luck- he gets a villager considered "ugly"- but he loves them so so much and gives them gifts all the time

when you show him your island he's extremely impressed!

and when you get all happy over finding your dream villager, he's over the moon for you!

visits and talks to your dreamie and gives them welcoming gifts

he's adorable

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karl heisenberg

doesn't understand

at all

even if you try to tell him he will not understand

he supports you- don't get me wrong! but he's just so lost

when you genuinely squeal with happiness over finding your dreamie- he jumps and is deadass like "wtf is going on?"

when you tell him you found your all-time favourite villager and they're moving onto your island he's like "good for u sweetie- what's a shino?"

god help this man he's clueless-

if you ever ask him to look after your island bc you're visiting someone, it will definitely be overgrown and messy

he's shaken trees and left items on the floor, most of your tools are destroyed bc he doesn't know how to make new ones, and your flowers have probably all been plucked by accident- not to mention if he finds out how to dig holes he will not cover them up

he's trying his best and is so proud when he catches his first fish- but he'd never tell you that. he's like "give that to that museum fella!" and you don't have the heart to tell him you already have that fish 😭

god love him he's trying his best

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #🐇 bunnir posted! #🐇 bunnir's headcannons!

[givereadersahug]

20 questions for fic writers!

Thanks for the tag @lumosatnight (x)!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I currently have 258 works on my emeraldlove account. Give or take xxxx on another account and unrevealed works. I write a lot of drabbles. 😅

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

184k on my main account! Which woah. Given how many (*coughs* all *coughs*) of my works are really short.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (166)

SK8 the Infinity (Anime) (55)

Thor (Movies) (13)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (12)

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies) (10)

佐々木と宮野 | Sasaki to Miyano (Manga) (5)

佐々木と宮野 | Sasaki to Miyano (Anime) (5)

Gilmore Girls (TV 2000) (2)

Call Me By Your Name (2017) (1)

蟲師 | Mushishi (Anime & Manga) (1)

ひだまりが聴こえる | Hidamari ga Kikoeru | I Hear the Sunspot (Manga) (1)

Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies) (1)

きのう何食べた? | Kinou Nani Tabeta? | What Did You Eat Yesterday? (1)

8人の戦士 | 8-nin no Senshi | Dick Fight Island (Manga) (1)

Call Me by Your Name - André Aciman (1)

Call Me By Your Name - All Media Types (1)

ばらかもん | Barakamon (1)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"I'm in. I'm all in." [Harry Potter, Snarry, 8.4k, Rated M]

The Pocket Watch [Fantastic Beasts, Gramander, 2.4k, Rated G]

Colours [Harry Potter, Snarry, 2.2k, Rated E]

Cups of Tea [Fantastic Beasts, Gramander, 1.7k, Rated G]

Sandalwood [Harry Potter, Snarry, 1.6k, Rated M]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

You bet! I love getting comments, especially on older fics. Usually people don't comment on drabbles or don't comment in certain fandoms, and receiving comments on those fics make me feel like I made it. lol

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm not sure! I guess I'll go with 'He waits.' [Harry Potter, Snarry, 300 words, Rated M]. It's an expansion on a microfic I wrote for Microfic May. Infidelity + First Person.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of my fluff fics! I've written tons. But I guess I'll say my most recent fest fic -- Invisible String [Harry Potter, Snarry, 3.7k, Rated G].

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Once or twice. Then I turned off guest comments. If people want to leave hate, they need to be logged in so I can block them. 😈 YKINMKBYKIO, DLDR and SALS, people! I do occasionally get weird comments. They get deleted, too.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not usually. I'm more of a G-T rated girl, cause apparently if I write smut, I'll go dark. [Link leads to my HP Kinktober works. Mind the tags!]

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet! But I did write fusion fics/inspired/AU fics before.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I write drabbles. I don't think people will steal those. Right? 🥺 [Please, don't steal. 🙏]

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've written fics that has art, but I've never co-written a fic before. I feel like I'll be too controlling or I'll be MIA. There's no in-between. 🤣

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Thorki, my love! I'm still waiting on the sun to shine on them again. BUT WHEN, MARVEL? WHEN? You might not think it's Thorki given how little I've written for the ship, but I'm Mr. Knightley. If I loved [them] less, I might be able to talk about [them] more.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Restoration [Harry Potter, Snarry, Rated M]! My only WIP fic. One day! And I guess my Interacting with Unusual Creatures series [Fantastic Beasts, Gramander, Rated G]. It's suppose to be a 5+1 Things fic. There are only two moments. 🤣

16. What are your writing strengths?

Packing a (emotional) punch in as little words as possible. Did I mention I write drabbles? lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing anything longer than 2k. It's always a *struggle*. Don't come to my AO3 account looking for a 100k plot-heavy fic. You'll be mighty disappointed.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

You do you!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Teen Titans (the Cartoon Network series) and the X Files. You will never see them. Ever. 🤣

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I don't have an absolute fav. I have been thinking lately about a coffeeshop AU fic I written --- Warmth [Harry Potter, Snarry, 1k, Rated G]. I might write a sequel for that.

Tagging (no pressure): @danpuff-ao3 @liladiurne @trueliarose @ashariewrites @likelightinglass

#tag game #writing #fanfic

[sanniedaysmarsnights]

Dark and Twisted Threads of Fate | Series 5 - Mafia!ATEEZ x reader Part 9 (Seonghwa x reader)

Masterlist

First chapter

Previous chapter (part 8)

A/N: As promised, here is the next part of this eventful series! Please prepare yourself for a chapter full of wonderful soft fluff <3 I wrote most of this while listening to Tumblr's 2023 world sleep day playlist, which I've lately fallen absolutely in love with :)

Word count: almost 2k!

Tags: @baekmond @whyme11 @atiny-99 @twilightwei @lovelyaegyo @hongjoongs-rightpinky @nervousbasementtimemachine @jjangsaebyuk @diyanamira @soytrash @haet-sal

Warnings: Aside from containing some low-key references to MC's being held captive and being far into Stockholm syndrome, this chapter is mostly just a ton of warm fluff!

Ever since that fateful day when you had asked Seonghwa to teach you all he knew about tea, the time he spent with you increased significantly. Even when most of his visits eventually had nothing to do with tea anymore, neither of you had felt the need to point it out.

As the approach of summer warmed the air, the boys became more busy. Each of the members visited you less and less frequently, even though they were trying their best not to let you feel left out. Even in the brief and fleeting moments when they graced you with their presence, you made your best effort to put on a smile for them. Over time their apprehension for your changed demeanour shrunk, and was gradually replaced with complacency. As they began to trust in your wellbeing, you were permitted small freedoms. Every so often, they would accompany you to a quaint courtyard adjacent to what you called your home in their mansion. No expenses were to be spared to ensure your comfort, so at your request various lounge chairs, parasols and even a koi pond were installed. Whereas you did note that it was ensured there was no possibility of escape from the enclosed garden, and that the koi pond was provided with steel netting to prevent your falling or drowning, you greatly appreciated their efforts. Only now, were you beginning to realise just how much you had truly missed being able to go outside at all. The air seemed so different there, so much lighter. And the feeling of a breeze outdoors was nothing compared to that same wind blowing through your window cracks. You eagerly filled your lungs with the fresh air, whether it was warm and stuffy or crisp and cold.

Eventually as the summer days grew almost too hot to remain inside all day by yourself when none of the eight young men were around to accompany you, you were permitted to enter the garden of your own volition. Naturally there were plenty of guards stationed around and security cameras scattered over the premises, but you were free to come and go as you pleased. And greatly did it please you. In the beginning you had loved laying around on the grass, even rolling around it just to feel the slightly prickly grass tickle your skin. You never minded getting your hems wet, or your clothes dirty. It was soon after which, that you had asked Seonghwa eagerly if you could pick up gardening. Within the following three days, all kinds of gardening tools had mysteriously appeared in your garden. When you had tried to thank Seonghwa for them, he had simply smiled silently. His mind appeared to be elsewhere, but not in an unpleasant place. For once, you noted, the crease in between his brows was not visible. The sight brought a smile to your face.

The courtyard quickly became your new favourite place during the following months. Unless the rain was pouring or even thunder was reigning the sky, which it had for almost four days on end one time, you were spending at least one portion of your day outside. When you were lucky, one of the boys would visit you, bringing your breakfast, lunch, tea or dinner with them. You would take it outside with them, and enjoy it comfortably in the shade. The intimate atmosphere which was to sit across from them on a quaint picnic bench gave you the most fulfilling, domestic, happiness. If you allowed this innocent peace of mind to take you over, to wash away all the little details which indicated your lack of freedom, and simply embraced the beauty of your surroundings, you believed you could live in peace right there forever.

 "I picked these flowers for you." Seonghwa could not believe his ears. They had probably turned several shades darker after hearing your words. He eyed the purple and white bouquet you held in your hands, awe-struck that you would do such a thing for him. "For on the table while we enjoy our tea." You spoke so happily. It made his heart speed up.

 "I am so flattered by your sweet gesture, dove." he spoke almost subconsciously, still recovering from your gift. He had grown really fond of your gardening, feeling honoured when you had insisted on having tea there together at least once a week. To be gifted a part of your labour, The product of your love of the garden, meant more to him than he could describe. Your dedication had allowed the flowers to flourish almost as beautifully as you. But whereas a flower's beauty was often short-lasted, he was almost certain yours had no end. Even when your skin had looked sickly and withdrawn, your posture hunched over from your depression and your figure concerningly skinny from your lack of appetite he had still found you breathtakingly beautiful. Now that your face had regained its shine, you had returned to your normal comfortable weight and there was even a spring to be detected in your step, you shone brighter to the sun to him.

 "I brought us some tea from the Himalayas today." that was another thing that drove him mad, the way would calmly address the two of you as 'us'. It filled him with pride to be able to call you his in a small way like that. He knew that you were close with most of the members, but he felt like what the two of you shared was special. It seemed so pure, so sweet to him. Where the others were often more playful with you, Seonghwa's behaviour was always more soft. There was something so heartfelt about the connection you had together. You would often have deep conversations over the tea, and he felt like he could trust you with his entire self.

 "This tea is a Darjeeling blend, with hints of rose buds and soothing lavender." Seonghwa had made it his objective to bring you teas with romantic undertones. Talking to you about the intricate subject of tea, hinting at the underlying feelings, the warm liquid soothed down your throats. The whole experience was something intoxicating to him. Oh, how he secretly wished you would talk of him in the ways you talked of his teas.

 "Next week it will be August." Seonghwa spoke up. Your face lit up in surprise and then dropped slightly, saddened that the summer's end was approaching already. You were rarely told what day it was, and you had lost track too many times to try. Only the seasons helped grasp how much time was really passing by. "This time of year is best known for its meteor showers, and next week the night skies are predicted to be unusually clear." He paused, particularly to work up the courage for his next question. "Would you like to watch the falling stars together with me?" His heart raced as he held his breath in suspense.

 After a moment's thought you nodded. "I would love to, Hwa." If only you know how he was a fallen star for you.

When the next week came Seonghwa didn't come over for tea, but rather had prepared a whole range of delicacies from sandwiches to scones and other refreshments for the two of you to enjoy under the stars. He had brought several blankets and pillows to lay under the stars comfortably, and candles. "Artificial light disrupts the night sky," Seonghwa stated. Always the tactical thinker. "this way we can have the optimal view."

He let you choose the spot where to settle down on the grass, helping set everything up. The sky was indeed very clear, but the red glowing sun on the horizon was still omitting the stars from view. If the candles hadn't made the setting romantic already, watching the sunset together definitely did. As you sat comfortably in silence, Seonghwa thought to himself of just how jealous the other members would be to be spending this time with you, but then dismissed the thought. They had all been more focussed on getting into your pants in the past, rather than spending romantic times with you. They had an equal opportunity to do things like this with you, but they hadn't. Where they had remained to some varying degrees afraid of your condition, they had inevitably kept their distance from you in a way. Where they had been afraid to scare you away, they themselves had been too scared to build that full trust.  Now it was his chance, and he was not about to pass up the opportunity.

 "The stars are beautiful" You spoke, looking up in awe.

 "Just you wait until you see the shooting stars." Seonghwa replied softly, his gaze moving from the sky above to your gentle complexion. It was a special thing to him to get to see your face so relaxed, rather than being pulled into a chronic smile for them. To him you were the most beautifully shining thing in the universe.

Not long after stars began to fall from the sky, making you exclaim in excitement. The sudden sound pulled Seonghwa out of his daydreams, adjusting his eyes back to the sky.

 "Look Hwa, over there! Did you see it?" He hadn't. "Keep your eyes open then, I am sure there will be more." He chuckled softly.

And many more there fell. Seonghwa had done his research well, but even he was amazed at the sheer amount of meteors that were falling. The stars shone bright as they burned up in the atmosphere sometimes with a dozen all at the same time falling in different directions. It was impossible for one person to see all of them crossing the skies, and then there were still too many for Seonghwa to count. The stars kept shooting all the way through the night, but as the early hours of the morning crept up on the two of you, sleepiness was overtaking you too. You had laid down side by side on the grass, making it much easier and comfortable to watch the stars. Not shortly after, your eyes were beginning to droop.

 "Tonight was truly beautiful Hwa, thank you." You spoke, smiling softly to Seonghwa who laid half an arm's length away from you.

 "It still is, dove." Seonghwa smiled warmly in her direction. Most of the candles were so low in their light that he was just barely able to distinguish her form from the shadows surrounding them. He wondered if you could feel his gaze on you, but he did not avert his eyes. I am glad I got to spend tonight together with you."

 Silence lingered in the air for some minutes until you spoke up, your voice somewhat drowsy. "It's just like your name, Seong, the stars." You giggled as if you had only just made that connection, your half-wakeful state making the realisation amusing to you.

 "Indeed" Seonghwa hummed calmly.

 "I love you Hwa." Your words were heavily mumbled. Seonghwa wondered if perhaps he himself had already unknowingly drifted off to sleep and had dreamt your words.

 "I love you too my dove." He whispered in return. Whether he was dreaming or not, he could not have felt more at peace.

Seonghwa was half-conscious of your presence in his arms throughout the night, carrying him through the night without the slightest disturbance.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, nothing makes me happier than to interact with you guys, so please don’t hesitate to pop anything into the comments! Lots of love <3 Reblogs are very berry welcome too~ <3

Masterlist

Next chapter (part 10) - coming soon

#ateez #x reader #mafia #au #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #darkfic #gang #yandere #hostage #stockholm syndrome #fluff #wholesome #gentle #:) #date #teaser #a calm breath in a stormy sea #Spotify

[asenafenrir]

Chapters: 3/?

Fandom: Sally Face (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Sal Fisher/Larry Johnson

Characters: Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson, Ashley Campbell, Todd Morrison, Henry Fisher (Sally Face), Lisa Johnson, Gizmo (Sally Face), Chug Cohen, Maple Cohen, Travis Phelps' Mother, More Characters To Be Added

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Alternate Universe - Modern Settings, Second Chance, Episode Five Spoilers, Non-Binary Sal Fisher, Latinx Larry Johnson, Latinx Lisa Johnson, Slurs, Homophobia, Sexual Discovery, Smoking, Weed, Eating Disorders, Autistic Sal Fisher, Autistic Todd Morrison, Other Additional tags to be Added

Summary: Sal Fisher has never known what it was like to be normal but after the accident. Things changed drastically and now he can see even more than the average human. It was only about time before he finally met him in his own world. How will their story unravel this time around?

#sally face fanfiction #salarry #sallarry #larrisher

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

She Can Only Fly High if You Let Her Go

She can only fly high if you let her go by sal monfishy

Izuku Midoriya is the protective big brother of Eri Midoriya and is always by her side to protect her. What happens when Eri is leaving for 3 years to continue her studies and Izuku now faces a big problem.. letting her go

Or, a one-shot where Izuku learns the best way to love someone is to let them go

Words: 792, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Eri, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Inko

Relationships: Eri & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Family Fluff, Protective Midoriya Izuku, Adopted Eri, Eri Needs a Hug, Cute Eri, Light Angst, Eri-centric, Midoriya Izuku-centric, How Do I Tag, Eri and Midoriya Izuku Are Siblings, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Friend, Song: Let Her Go (Passenger)

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47279686

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠ #Izuku Midoriya #Eri #Inko Midoriya #Hitoshi Shinsou #R:G #A:Sal #Fluff #Angst

[elysianslove]

holy shit WHEN did i write this

warning; slight nsfw, talk about breasts, consensual groping

[9:03 pm]

“i need your help.”

it’s nine in the evening, and osamu’s entire body aches. he barely registers what you’re saying, his eyebrows twitching as he attempts to open his eyes, humming lightly to acknowledge you. he hears you sigh, feels the bed shake slightly as you drop the notebook in your hands and crawl to where he is.

when he does manage to open his eyes, you’re a lot closer than he’d expected, and he feels his heart drop to his stomach, his mouth run dry. for the past two months, that’s been the effect you’ve had on him, and quite honestly, it’s starting to annoy him.

“please,” you whine, voice rising in pitch and lips twisting in a pout. cute. too cute. dangerously so.

“sure, anythin’,” he replies, trying his best not to cringe at the way his voice deepens.

relief instantaneously floods you, and your eyes flutter shut as you breathe out slowly. there’s a dumb little smile that dances its way onto osamu’s lips, the way it always does whenever you do, well, basically anything. he watches as you sit back and breathe in curtly again, steeling yourself, before you say, “what do you think of my boobs?”

he blinks.

“what?”

“my boobs ’samu. breasts. tits. honkers. mommy milkers—“

he’s instantly sitting up straight, reaching a hand out to silence you. “i heard ya,” he says. silently, he wonders why you know so many synonyms for the word boobs. eyeing you warily, he adds, “is this is a trick question?”

you deflate slightly, shoulders sagging. “no,” you whine, dragging out the syllable. “i’m just— forget it, s’fine.”

he’s reaching out for you before he can think, grabbing onto you wrist when you move to turn back to your notes. this is a bad idea. his already moving mouth says otherwise. “nah, tell me. right now. what’s up.”

your eyes meet his and his mind repeats that this a bad idea, a bad idea, a bad idea— how is he supposed to talk about your boobs with a straight, unaffected face when he can’t even listen to you talk about your day without getting flustered with the way you speak and your moving lips and your voice? bad. idea.

“you know when you—“ you gulp, and he finally lets go of your wrist to allow you to fidget freely. “—when you stare at something for so long that you start to hate it. like you notice all those things you hadn’t noticed before and then something you once like becomes something you‘re insecure about?”

his head hurts trying to keep up with where this is going, but he says, “yeah?” cautiously anyways because of course he gets it— but seriously, where is this going?

“i did that.”

like you committed a sin or something. fuck. seriously dangerously cute.

“to yer—“ shit, can he even say the word?

“to my tits.”

“to yer tits,” he says quickly, trying to mask it with the fact that you were saying it at the same time. “um— i—“ you groan loudly, head falling to your hands and body folding in on itself as you fall forward, burying your face in the mattress. that dumb smile makes its way to osamu’s lips again, and against all odds, because apparently today he’s overflowing with bad ideas, he wonders, “ya wanted my help?”

his eyes are focused on you as you shift on his bed, as if contemplating, before you very slowly lift your head and ask, “you’re willing?”

he nods, eyes bright. “‘course.”

“i want your honest opinion ‘samu,” you warn as you sit up, and he crosses his fingers.

“promise,” he swears, head held high. “so— um—“

“can you look at them?”

he blinks again, and this time instead of his face flushing, all the blood leaves his head entirely, and the room starts to spin. “what?”

“‘samu,” you groan, exasperated. “keep up.”

“ya want me to look at yer boobs, give me a minute to process!”

“they’re just boobs.”

“they’re yer boobs.”

you sigh. “don’t do this if it’s making you uncomfortable. like don’t go out of your way— please i don’t wanna—“

he shakes his head, sitting up straighter and crossing his arms over his chest. he notices the way your eyes fall instantly to the bulge of his arms and tries not to let his ego inflate too much. “drop ‘em,” he commands, faux professionalism on his face.

you squeeze your eyes shut, bring your hands to the hem of your shirt, and lift it up and holy shit you weren‘t wearing a bra this whole time— huh. nice tits. from an an unbiased perspective of course, they really are nice. of course, to osamu— to anyone he knows too, really— all tits are nice. but he supposes yours are — extra nice?

he lifts up two thumbs. “nice.”

your eyes flutter open, carefully, and you‘re met with a cheeky osamu, two thumbs raised up as his eyes glance from your face to your chest to your face again. you drop your shirt and pout. “honest opinion.”

“i am honest,” he says. “ya have nothin’ to be insecure about. i like ‘em. they’re— great.”

he cannot believe he’s discussing your tits with you and he hasn’t even confessed his feelings— oh god, are you friendzoning him? is this your way of saying that he’s nothing more to you than a friend you can casually show your boobs to? he doesn’t want that. he wants to be your boyfriend you casually show your boobs to. is there no hope?

“really? you like them?”

he hums again, less enthusiastic this time but still as honest. he’s definitely getting friendzoned.

“wait— hold them.”

“hold what?”

you stare at him, unimpressed, hands gripping the hem of your shirt. “my tits, ‘samu,” you reply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. like it’s completely okay for you to ask a friend to grab your tits to check if they’re up to standard (which, by the way, he has no idea what the standard is. they’re breasts! of course he’s gonna like them!).

he shifts in his seat, and resists the urge to grab a pillow to shove it onto his lap. discretion, discretion, discretion. “wouldn’t that make ya uncomfortable?” he asks, and you’re quick to shake your head.

“i trust you,” you say with a smile, and you’re up on your knees right away, moving closer to where he sits until you’re hovering right above him. “‘sides, you were gonna touch ‘em one day.”

he doesn’t have time to try and understand what that means before you’re lifting up your shirt once more, and he’s finding himself face to face with your chest. the room isn’t too cold, but your nipples harden anyways at the slight chill, pebbling and stiffening, while goosebumps riddle your breasts as your chest rises and falls steadily. he really hadn’t been lying— he does like them.

slowly, all too warily, his hands rise up, fingers hovering above your breasts. before they settle, he looks up, and silently asks for permission with his eyes. your own meet his and you nod encouragingly, stealing in a low, sharp breath as his hands finally reach out to cup your breasts. his hands are so fucking big, rough palms easily hovering over the swollen part, resting gently, his skin rubbing harshly against your nipples. the sight of his hands groping your breasts sends an unbelievably electrifying chill down your spine, all along your body. his hands accidentally twitch and he squeezes momentarily, flinching and cringing and apologizing lowly, but you only laugh lightly.

“so?” you wonder, just as his hands begin to fall. your shirt drops too, and you sit back on your knees before him once more.

osamu prays to everything holy you don’t glance to between his legs for the next fifteen minutes minimum. “hm?” he asks, mind fuzzy.

you nervously smile, repeating, “how are they?”

he breathes out. slowly. inhale. exhale. “i like ‘em.” he tries to smile, and hopes it doesn’t seem as strained as it feels. “they’re— great.”

“good,” you firmly say.

he quirks a brow. “good?”

“good,” you repeat, and turn back to your notebook. the moment you look away, osamu’s hand presses against the bulge straining in his pants and he reaches out for a pillow. with your back to him, you reach for your phone to check your earlier messages and reply, unable to hold back the victorious smile nudging at your lips.

[5:46 pm] you: tsumu is ’samu a tits or an ass kinda guy?

[5:51 pm] atsumu: if it’s on ya, he’s liking it

[9:31 pm] you: 👍🏼

maybe you can offer your ass as a pillow for his nap next.

end note; i don’t remember writing this help. i hope that wasn’t weird because,,, yeah just don’t take that seriously just for funsies :)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #miya osamu smut #osamu smut #miya osamu comfort #osamu comfort #sal’s fluff tag <3 #sal’s thirst tag <3

[amakumos]

go figure! － park sunghoon.

SYNOPSIS being a popular actress, it’s common for you to be invited to reality shows. but when your company agrees for you to join a reality show where you’ll have to live with another celebrity and spend the majority of your time with them for a month, you get paired up with the person you least expect to be partnered with. your partner just so happens to be park sunghoon, olympic figure skater - and also, your celebrity crush.

PAIRING figure skater! sunghoon x actress! fem! reader

GENRE fluff, crack, slight angst (?), kinda mutual pining, somewhat similar to the show 'we got married’

WARNINGS swearing, ignore timestamps, y/nhoon are Idiots In Love, pictures of kim minju will be used to visualise concepts / outfits of y/n

FEATURING enhypen, cha junhwan, you young, sieun and sumin from stayc, jinni and haewon from nmixx, yangyang from wayv / nct, xiaoting from kep1er and yuqi from g-idle 

STATUS DISCONTINUED

AUTHOR'S NOTE wooooo new smau!!!! and it's about figure skating !!! the other thing that i never shut up about !!!!! also this my first smau for hoon !!! < 3 as always, permanent taglist is already tagged !!

TAGLIST CLOSED

PROFILES: simp nation / sk8terz

PROLOGUE － soohorang enthusiast ONE － quad sal antis TWO － #BookedAndBusy THREE － i’m partnered with... who?? FOUR － explains the drip FIVE － kay em ess SIX － i have a confession SEVEN － cameras rolling EIGHT －change ur wallpaper NINE － losing my mind TEN － bonk on da head ELEVEN － my new best friend TWELVE － quality time THIRTEEN － sister metra train delete etc

#enhypenwriters #kflixnet #ficscafe #enhypennetwork #k-radio! #enhypen smau #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen au #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon smau #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon angst #sunghoon au #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon scenarios

[xoxo-denver-xoxo]

WOOOO OK.

I’ve been gone for awhile due to mental health reasons (and the fact I was so hyper fixated on DSMP, I didn’t feel like writing for anything else) but I’m back now and ready to get this show on the road.

Here’s what I’ll be working on these in these next few weeks:

DDLC Headcanons of the girls visiting their S/O’s mother’s grave. (REQUEST, DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB)

DDLC SFW Intimacy Heacanons (REQUEST, DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB)

Relationship Headcanons with the Narrator from Dr. Langeskov, The Tiger, and The Terribly Cursed Emerald (REQUEST, DR. LANGESKOV, THE TIGER, AND THE TERRIBLY CURSED EMERALD)

Sally Face Gang w/ an S/O that can sleep anywhere. (REQUEST, SALLY FACE)

Albert Wesker w/ a short, fem S/O (REQUEST, RESIDENT EVIL 3)

Sally Face w/ a Trans S/O (DRAFT, SALLY FACE)

21 w/ Lucas Baker (DRAFT. FOR SO LONG. LIKE YEARS ITS BEEN THERE, RESIDENT EVIL 7)

Markus Fluff Alphabet (NOT STARTED, DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN)

Cuddling with Sal Fisher (NOT STARTED, SALLY FACE)

Zlatko’s Creatures General Headcanons (NOT STARTED, DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN)

New Character List (META)

Tags For the Games I Write (META)

When I’ve finished writing and posting the different things on this list, this post will be updated. If any of you lovely folks have questions, send an ask or message, and I’ll get back to you as quick as I can.

#xoxo denver xoxo #ddlc x reader #ddlc headcanons #sally face x reader #sally face headcanons #albert wesker x reader #resident evil headcanons #lucas baker x reader #detroit become human headcanons #dbh x reader

[aethwriter]

Yoooo hello ppls <3

my name is Aether and my pronouns are he/xe , it’s just an introduction to what kind of things i’ll write and other informations :p

<<I will write>>

-Genshin Impact content

-Fluff/Angst content

-maybe Tokyo Revengers content

-The walten files Theories

-Sally face content

( i also take request as long as it’s not Smut )

<< i won’t write >>

-smut content (i’m a minor)

-f!reader or m!reader content (i will only write x gn!reader)

<< you can >>

-interact with my page if you’re underage

-ask me « personal » questions

<< you can’t >>

-sexualize me

-tag me in smut posts

-use she/her pronouns while talking about me

-ask for those proshippers ship requests (genshin littles x genshin adult // kaeya x diluc or Sal x Larry ik)

I think that’s all , bye <3

#genshin impact #genshin hcs #genshin x reader #tokyo revengers #the walten files #headcanon #genshin fluff #genshin angst #sally face

[negotiumcrucis]

How I write!

I was tagged by @sal-si-puedes (thank you <3)

present tense or past tense / first person or third person and sometimes second person / double or 1.5-spaced or single spaced / action or emotion / similes or metaphors / OCs or existing characters / fluff or angst / music or white noise or silence / character or plot / make them cry or make them laugh / tea or coffee / happy ending or bittersweet / morning or afternoon or night / comic sans or times new roman or calibri / google docs or word

and I tag: @shadowhannibad @kiaya @catholicnicky @sholeh675 @queen-of-badomens @quincette

#writer's life #tog: my writing

[alternateafterthought]

Blood Moon

> Pairing: Werewolf Min Yoongi x Reader

> Summary: There were things Y/N loved and hated. Like any normal person, she loved and hated things. After adding something she once loved to her hate list, it's time for her to have a little fun. And Y/N's blood would allow her to have a lot of fun, as would anyone with powerful magic as she has. But is having fun with a werewolf worth it to a witch?

> Genre: Werewolf!au, romance, smut, angst, fluff, violence

> Warnings: Swearing,

> Word Count: 1511

> A/N: Hey guys... here is the first part of my Min Yoongi Werewolf fic!! This will be a series that will end up having all the BTS members!! But we are going to start with our SUGA!! I would really appreciate your feedback on this fic!! ALSO those who wish to be added to an eventual tag list, please leave a comment or an ask or message me!! Thank you so much for your support!!

Everyone has different love and hate things in their lives. Y/N personally loves Sal's over easy egg and sausage sandwich at Mama Mae's on the East side of town. Sal was Mama Mae's second husband and had the best recipe for sausage, also Y/N had a suspicion he might be a witch. Putting something only magic could bring out in his food, even if he swore up and down it was love.

Oh, right... Y/N had something she hated too. Hate is a strong word, and not to be used lightly in any situation. But fuck that. And fuck that man. He didn't even deserve to be remembered by name. Hate was a simple word to describe him.

And Y/N hated him.

Hated that he put her through this. Hated that everyone knew. Hated that they all know.

They were supposed to be her family. All they did was lie about the fact he was fucking some other chick and then talk about it like they were sorry for her.

Well fuck them.

Y/N was done trying to be the perfect girl. She was going to show them exactly who she really was, and show him exactly what he always missed out on. Y/N wasn't as stupid as they all thought she was, even if some of her decisions weren't always the best. They always turned out right in the end.

Violet and Sana, the only two women in the entire world who cared for Y/N, had both agreed to Y/N's plan. They didn't hesitate to bring out THE dress, pre-drinks now just 8 shots and counting. She looks well put together, a lot more nicer to look at then the mess she felt inside.

"Are you ready?" Violet ask as they stepped out of the uber, everyone lined on the streets looking at them.

It was obvious they didn't belong here. From the way their eyes almost glowed in the dark, from the tattoos that littered their skin. Anyone, even the humans in this town, knew what those markings meant.

What would witches be doing on this side of town?

"I'm so ready to forget my own name."

By 2am, Y/N was in full party mode. A thin layer of sweat covers every inch of expose skin, the last drink really had a buzz to it. Though Y/N had been adding a little something extra to her own drink, something only magic could add. And in the hopes of forgetting his name completely, getting that final break, a little magic was perfect.

The one thing that could completely ruin Y/N's night, just showed up.

He was tall, dark, handsome and so wrong. It was why she fell in love with him. He was so wrong and dangerous and everything her parents warned her against. And anything to rebel against her parents was always what she chose.

She should have listened to them.

"Y/N..." Sana now stood in front of Y/N, Violet holding onto her arm as they stood in the middle of the dance floor. "It's okay, right?"

"He can flaunt her and fuck her all he wants." Y/N looked between her two concerned best friends. "Tonight is about letting go."

"You want another drink?" Sana asked with a knowing smile.

"Or do you want that wolf who hasn't stopped staring at you since we walked in?" Violet gestured behind Y/N.

Y/N followed Violet's line of sight over her shoulder and caught the eyes of someone very powerful. Everyone in this town knows the 7. The unmistakable intensity that could only be Min Yoongi stared at her.

Y/N wouldn't say it was unfortunate, but there was a history there that not even Y/N wanted to touch tonight. She knew why he seeked her, why he seemed to be calling her with his eyes, but what's a girl to do?

With the look of the biggest mistake of her life, walking her way with a cocky smile. It was safer for her to move towards Yoongi who sat in a VIP section with the rest of the 7. Each of them seeming to enjoy the night, dancing, drinks being passed around, women throwing themselves at them.

A few knowing steps away from her friends, Y/N smirked at them, their code kicking in. They didn't have to look for her anymore, they just had to enjoy their night. She would handle herself. Y/N was a big girl.

Before Y/N could fully make her way towards the 7, someone reached out and gripped her arm. Y/N knew who it was, she could smell him. It used to be the most calming smell in the world to her. Now it was just bitter and made her sick.

"Y/N..."

Y/N ripped her arm out of his grasp, turning face to face with the man in question. He at least had the decency to look sad. It just didn't reach his eyes.

"What?" Y/N eyed him, not caring that the closest people to them had stopped, trying to listen in on the obvious tension.

"What are you doing here?" He ask. "You know your not allowed here."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning back on her right leg, hands on her hips. The skin tight dress a second skin, helping to keep her body together, keeping her heart from bursting out of her chest. The heels she wore making her the same height as the man in front of her.

"Oh baby..." Y/N smiled mischievously. "You really don't know... do you?"

"Know what?" He asked confused.

"3 years. 3 years together and your still so stupid." Y/N shook her head, her hair moving, slightly stuck to her sweaty body.

"Is there a problem here?" The deep, familiar voice asked from behind her.

Everything around seemed to become quiet. Y/N just realised the music had stopped playing, the drinks had stopped flowing. Y/N saw that Sana and Violet stood closer to her, eyeing the fact that this idiot in front of her actual bought friends. He really bought witches to a wolf bar.

"Who are you?" He asked the man behind behind Y/N.

Y/N just sighed before the man moved closer to her, placing a hand around her waist. He pulled Y/N towards him, and Y/N let him. She knew the game. She helped invent the game. It was the only thing to save her now.

"He a friend of yours?" Yoongi's deep voice ask in Y/N's ear, loud enough for him to hear.

"No," Y/N finally turned to look at Yoongi, so close to her. "Just a mistake."

"You have one chance to ask him to leave. Or I ask him." Yoongi warned, Y/N saw the rest of his pack moving to back him up.

"He's not my business." Y/N shrugged, looking back at the obviously angry man in front of them. "I'll be sitting over there."

Yoongi saw Y/N point towards where he had been sitting. He was just glad she didn't blame him. He would do anything to give his life up for Y/N to have her sister back.

Y/N saw it, she saw it before every wolf in the club did. He thought he was quick, thought he was sly enough to get away with it. Yet everyone seemed to forget... Y/N was the one everyone should fear.

His power flared, his eyes, his markings, his hands glowed a violent green. He surged forward and attacked Yoongi as Y/N stepped out of the way. But Y/N is quicker, she was always quicker. Spinning and holding up her hands, a vibrant purple blocking him.

Yoongi, Violet, Sana, the 7, the entire club of wolves were in shock. A witch princess just protected a wolf against another witch.

He knew, Y/N knew, he would never be able to beat her in any fight. She could easily kick his ass as a joke. So how would he be in a fight against the woman he cheated on, made a joke out of. He'd never survive.

"You have a no magic rule on the premise, right?" Y/N asked, her hands still glowing purple, letting everyone know her status.

"We have a no attack rule." Yoongi's hands were now on Y/N's waist, moving her to the side, but not out of her shield to block him. "He has to be disposed of."

"Dude, I told you not to use your magic here." One of his friends whispered, panicking.

"It's okay. We'll leave." Another of his friends spoke as they backed away, pulling him along.

He realised only then, that Y/N was completely welcomed and protected here. Witch princess or not, she was friends with these wolves, with the 7. He was just a simple, lower witch, lucky to be accepted and nurtured in her coven.

He knew he messed up, and he couldn't turn back time to erase what he did. All he could do was walk out of the club, looking back at the woman he stupidly let go. The woman who was in the arms and protection of the 7.

The woman protected by the feared Min Yoongi.

#bts #bts werewolf #bts werewolf au #werewolf #min yoongi #min #yoongi #suga #bts suga #suga bts #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #rm #jin #jhope #jimin #v #jungkook #werewolf yoongi #werewolf namjoon #werewolf seokjin #werewolf hoseok #werewolf jimin #werewolf taehyung #werewolf jungkook #blood moon

[sanniedaysmarsnights]

Dark and Twisted Threads of Fate | Series 5 - Mafia!ATEEZ x reader Part 8

Masterlist

First chapter

Previous chapter (chapter 7)

A/N: Omg I was so stuck on this bit for ages but thanks to @haet-sal I finally managed to make my way through!! Boy let me tell you are we up for some feels after this. Good luck reading <3 <3

Tagging: @baekmond @whyme11 @atiny-99 @twilightwei @lovelyaegyo @hongjoongs-rightpinky @nervousbasementtimemachine @jjangsaebyuk @diyanamira @soytrash

Word count: About 2,5K :)

Warnings: Brief non-con (not to reader), some murder and torture, a nice bucket of trauma, stockholm syndrome and then some fluff. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION; I DO NOT CONDONE *ANY* OF IT

Anyway, enjoy!

Life continued on as always, the seasons shifting gradually towards autumn. The trees on the estate gradually turned their leaves to orange in preparation to let them fall. The cooling temperatures didn't seem to have any effect on the proceedings of ATEEZ, the mansion always buzzing like a bees nest. You had always wondered if Hongjoong was truly so busy that he would rarely make an appearance in his own living quarters, or if he was simply avoiding you. But as hopeful you were to see more of him after the recent events, that didn't change either.

Hongjoong's absence made you question things. It was one thing to confide in his most trusted members, but to put your faith into the lead man himself like that? What were you thinking?

You told yourself that they must have once been very much like yourself, backed into a corner with little choice but to lash out. But now they so clearly thrived, even basked in the gore and glory. Another sting in your gut. Perhaps it was not so much that they might have been like you, but that you were starting to become like them instead. 'They must have a good motivation behind what they do.' you told yourself.

You had learned a lesson about snooping around the house, but these days you were becoming so bored you decided to look for company of the boys in the interrogation basement. It wasn't a big deal. You had joined the boys down there several times before to either watch them interrogate somebody, San looked incredibly sexy when he revelled in some torture here and there to get the information out of the enemy, and had even tried your own hand at some hands on interrogating before. Your hands were getting used to being covered in blood too, you realised.

You had tried your hardest to cling to denial, pretending that this situation had somehow been different. But different how? Hongjoong was an even bigger, more powerful mafioso than those little street rats who had bothered you in the past. Why would you decide to trust a man who you knew damn well must have dozens of gallons of blood on his hands, and that was not even counting all the indirect kills he must be responsible for. You knew damn well what kind of people you were living with, after all. Were you becoming one of them? Numb to the pain of others, numb to the sting of guilt in the back of your conscience? You knew very well how addicted you were to the rush of adrenaline, the feeling of power. How beautiful the world could seem when you pushed your body to its limits, executing a perfect kill. Rather than asking yourself what you were becoming, perhaps you should ask yourself what you already became. You didn't want to know.

Nobody would declare you sane if they ever found out you felt safe in their company, Hongjoong's company. People knew Hongjoong as the manic and irrational, terrifying boss of ATEEZ. They didn't back down from the toughest challenges, and pulled off tactics nobody could predict. Everyone thought Hongjoong was simply the power at the top of the organisation and that Seonghwa was the one to come up with all of these plans by himself, but you had learned that it was very much a two man job. Together, they ruled the most powerful partition of the underworld for almost a decade now. And you were living right under their roof.

But then suddenly all of that safety and respect you had for Hongjoong was gone.

It took you a while to mentally process exactly what had gone on in that basement.

Walking in on Hongjoong fucking one of their hostages down the throat harshly. You stand in the door opening, frozen in place, petrified by the monstrous exhibit before you.

Even when his neck turns you are unable to shy away and hide yourself. You knew you should be afraid, fear what this monster might do to you for finding out, for seeing forbidden things.

You felt disgusted, stomach twisting at the visions of when you had pleased him. You had been pleasing a ruthless monster. You had always had your rational suspicions that, being leaders of a widely feared gang, they had committed heinous crimes. But to you what you saw in front of you, was the worst crime of them all. You had known all too well what it was like to be the victim of such savagery.

It had felt like hours had passed as you felt Hongjoong stare into your soul, not a trace of malignancy in his eyes. His gaze was only briefly broken as sweat that was dripping from his hair which was plastered to his forehead, forced him to blink the foreign fluids from his eyes. The sole thing that presented that, in actuality, only a split second had passed, was Hongjoong's breathing. It was rapid and laboured. Two, three breaths you had counted now.

Then, a smile graced Hongjoong's lips. You couldn't tell if it ever reached his eyes as he had finally turned his gaze back to his victim. With one swift- seemingly almost too trained and effortless- motion he retracted his hips from where his hilt had still been deeply burrowed in the man's face, and snapped his neck. The eerily loud 'crack' that reverberated across the thick stone walls was revolting.

 "Now now, don't be afraid sweetheart. They had it well and truly coming." Your mind stuttered.  "They?" you had barely whispered the question, still processing Hongjoong's words. Then, as you finally unfroze enough to look around, you saw that the floor was littered with several other corpses. Two males and three females, you counted. The brick in your throat was so painful it prevented you from breathing. You desperately tried to swallow the brick- tried to swallow the whole scenario. Without realising it you had begun taking several steps backwards. You had no idea where you were going or what you were going to do, but you simply had to get out of there.

You were almost sent to the floor when your back collided with a strong chest, its arms quickly coming up to catch you.

 "Careful now," you heard the gruff voice from behind you speak, Yunho. You were not quite certain if you should be thankful for his presence or frightened. But your dazed mind had no answer, it was too busy fighting to stay conscious in the first place. A part of you believed that this was all just a bad nightmare, finally relaxing into Yunho's arms as they wrapped around your body snugly.

You don't remember much after that point. Yunho had picked you up in a bridal style and walked you out of their basement, through their mansion. This room had woken up in was probably somewhere in their home. You did not recall seeing it before, but then again their house was so enormous you doubted you could find every little room in it even after a year. Old mansions like this were also bound to have secret rooms- or basements.

Dread coiled back into your stomach as you recalled what you saw in the basement that night. It couldn't have been real. Right?

You were being kept captive in that room for a long time, as they visited you regularly. They had explained what you saw and that they could now no longer let you go. You knew too much. Most of them seemed so sad, they really did not want to harm you. They hated seeing you like this, feeling physically pained by the sight of them. Eventually your eyes didn't even seem to recognise them anymore.

You eventually forgot why they were visiting you, or who they were. It became too much for Wooyoung to continue to visit you, to see you falling apart until so little was left over. It was eventually Yeosang who convinced him to return, telling him about how his absence would only make you suffer more. And he really didn't want that. They all hoped that if they continued to keep you company, one day you would remember their names.

After that, Wooyoung made it a point to visit you every week, and eventually every day when he could. He would bring board and card games among other entertaining things to do and would do his best to cheer you up. But he could tell that you were not the person that they had known before. It was merely an empty shell that you had left behind.

Eventually you could feel his pain. You were not sure why he was always there to spend time with you or why he was so sad, but it hurt to see him like this. It tortured you to such an extent that you begun acting happier for him too, no matter how exhausting. You played along with his little games, and when the spring came he even got to take you out for some walks in the courtyard outside of your windows.

Months must have passed by then, and you knew that even when you got to go out, there was not a single way to leave. For whatever reason you were kept here, you were not going to find a way out.

In their sick, twisted ways they cared for you, and slowly you began to care for them too, living in your doll house. Especially San, Yunho, Wooyoung and Yeosang had a special place inside your heart. You also cared for Mingi, but as he was very busy you got to see him significantly less. Seonghwa mostly just came on visits to share the fancy teas that he brought from outside, along with tasty and exotic treats. Occasionally he would also gift you jewellery, insisting that you should wear it for him sometime. The thing that set him apart from the others, was how his smile seemed genuine, gentle.

He was often distant, but some part of his care towards you, touched you. You knew that he was trying to be respectful of your space, not wanting you to feel a captive of your own 'home' as they called it. Eventually you had to admit that you were even looking forward to Seonghwa's visits. You knew that his care for you was heartfelt, and he had a unique gentleness to him.

One time you fell ill, and despite Yeosang monitoring, and taking care of your health, Seonghwa had refused to leave your side for almost two entire weeks. Every day he would be called away for a couple of hours to address his most pressing duties, but you always awoke to the sight of him either sitting reading reports, or slumped over sleeping by your bedside.

You gently caressed the side of Seonghwa's cheek, admiring how soft and defenceless the grown man could look when he was asleep. A pang of regret bubbled from your insides, wishing you wouldn't worry him so. You could see how the crease lines had started to deepen in his forehead ever since you had fallen ill, and you knew how exhausted he must be.

You decided to both thank the man and reprieve him, in your own way, once you were feeling a little better. You didn't dare to be upfront with it, unfamiliar with who these men really were, but deep inside you felt like the kindness they had shown you without fail, deserved to be repaid in some way.

The closer you grew to them, the more you felt as if you had already known them before, as if from a previous lifetime. You felt deep down how much you could trust them, knowing that they would never dare let any harm befall you. You wondered if that was why they kept you in here. They all adamantly respected your space and privacy, never making any moves on you. In a way that even saddened you. You began to feel that perhaps they were the ones upholding the barriers to a more personal connection, rather than you. It seemed as if some of them were too afraid to be too close to you. The thought was gnawing at you, but perhaps it was just the confinement playing tricks on your mind. Maybe you were really nothing more than a duty to them.

The guilt was a strange feeling. The sensation first pained you whenever they visited you, in turn dejecting your visitors. Then when you overheard Yeosang whispering to Yunho about how concerned they were for your wellbeing, fearing that you were falling back into a depression as when they had first confined you, that you changed your mind. Even if you were guilty, burdening them further was only going to make matters worse for everyone.

You ought to repay them for their kindness, not make them suffer for it.

From that day, the boys began to notice a change in you. Slowly, you had begun opening yourself more to them again. Most of them had reacted with shock and disbelief when you had let your fingers gently, by so called accident, graze against theirs. It was as if they were holding their breaths, squaring themselves for the blow that your fright would bring them, but that moment never came. Instead they wondered if their eyes had betrayed them, or if you had actually blushed softly after it.

Seonghwa had been rather taken aback when you had taken the initiative in a spur of a moment, insisting on pouring the tea for him. Since he was the expert on tea, he had always been the one to serve you. It was an oddly endearing sensation to him, though he tried his best not to make any assumptions. After all, it might just have been an insignificant gesture in your mind. Shortly after though, his hopes promptly grew further.

He had been admiring how you had laughed softly "I am sorry I cannot pour the tea as properly and elegantly as you do Seonghwa" your eyes met his, and your compliment made his heart flutter. You wondered if you had caught the man off guard, if that was even possible for men like him, before Seonghwa finally smiled and replied.

 "Don't worry about that my dove, having you pouring tea for me like this already does me a great honour." Your heart fluttered unexpectedly at his new pet name for you, as you had to admit you kind of liked it.

 "Then perhaps," You hesitated, suddenly feeling shy under his heady gaze "would you teach me art of tea?"

 "I would love nothing more." Seonghwa was captivated by you, he realised, in a different way than ever before. You, neither he, were sure what he was truly talking about, the tea or you.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, nothing makes me happier than to interact with you guys, so please don’t hesitate to pop anything into the comments! Lots of love <3 Reblogs are very berry welcome too~ <3

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WDHTD Analysis

You know the analysis papers your English professors make you do? Yeah, I did one at nearly 2 am on a fanfiction. Here we go.

It’s currently 1:54 am on Tuesday, July 2, in my lightless bedroom as my right thumb is furiously tapping on my phone’s digital keyboard. Why am I up? Beats the heck out of me; I should’ve gone to sleep hours ago. But one thing is for certain-I just finished @ironiclittlebaby ‘s fic, We Don’t Have To Dance, and I have emotions, so enjoy this little unedited fic analysis.

A preface: A few months ago, I tried my best to read WDHTD, and had only succeeded in reading the first 7 chapters because I was unconditionally bawling my eyes out. At the time, my mental state wasn’t the best, and this fic seemed too cruel to be good, so I left it. However, today was the day I decided to give it another chance since I’m better mentally, and boy am I glad I did.

Now on to the real shiz:

I’m not going to stick to a TPCASTT format for this. It is way too late, and I am way to hyper. Therefore, this might just me be babbling versus an actual analysis but who cares.

1. What is the writer doing?

Blue has created a band au in the sally face universe that has taken the fandom by storm to be perfectly honest. They’re creating an angsty fic that resolves into a happy ending at its very core. But what is actually happening behind the lines?

A reoccurring trait in a lot of fics from any fandom is the usage of pornographic material, because, hey, sex sells. By just adding the singular tag ‘smut,’ you are enthralling one side of an audience. They will be willing to read the fic each and every update for the chance of a sex scene. And, the fact that WDHTD opens up with one, reassures the readers that yes, sex is in here, and will probably be in here more than once. It’s a format a lot of authors go to.

Blue is also keeping the reader in the dark. Why did Larry leave Sal? You have to read the first 10 chapters to just find out the answer to that one question, which also happens to be the main plot point. Humans are curious creatures, and we’re going to keep reading to find out an answer if the story isn’t too terribly off putting no matter what.

However, this blindness also gives the reader the time to feel Sal’s anguish, brew their hatred for Larry, and in general, just feel sorrow at the whole situation. Only to have all these conflicting emotions ripped from you when Larry admits, while puking his guts out, his reasons for leaving. This moment is positively pivotal, and the author needs to sell that this character-you-thought-was-bad-is-actually-a-sweetheart in order for the rest of the story to fill the reader with more raw emotion and give them the prime reading experience. For the most part, I’d say Blue succeeds in this, but we will cover this point more in the second part of the analysis.

The author here is using a buttload of foreshadowing. I dare one of Yawll to tell me in my inbox that you didn’t know Larry was going to OD. We all knew it, we really did, we were just praying that it wouldn’t happen. But with every little incident, Like Travis revealing Larry relapsing could kill him as ScreamFest neared, it creates an incredible sense of dread that leaves the reader on the edge of their seat. It’s like a thriller almost (not really, but indulge me here), and it makes you unable to close Ao3.

The author is also using research. They are knowledgeable about binding contracts, drug usage, and medical conditions. We’ll discuss why this matters in the third point of this analysis.

2. What is the effect of that writing on a reader?

I heavily addressed a lot of this question in the first point, but there’s one thing I want to talk about here. Let’s discuss why it’s very important for the author to convince the reader that Larry Johnson is a sweetheart who was forced to leave his fiancée and not a total jerk who had a choice.

Even when the reader doesn’t know why Larry left Sal, it’s foreshadowed that he still has feelings for the bluenet. Let’s take a moment that happened right after my favorite scene when Larry is about to tell Sal something but is cut off by the screams of rabid fangirls. The whole moment, the whole scene, had been tender. Deep down, the reader is faintly aware that something is up, that this hatred can’t be as searing as it is portrayed. The reader is still wary of Johnson as they should be, but they’re also suspicious that there’s more than meets the eye because Larry’s acting a little lovesick. This helps soften the reader’s attitude towards him before the big reveal.

Then, we get to the turning point. The reason for Larry leaving is out, and all the readers are scurrying off their beds to get tissues. The reader has a very crucial internal fight here:

A) Forgive Larry Johnson (99% of the readers choice) or

B) Do Not Forgive Larry Johnson (like me because I’m a stupid hardass)

For the rest of WDHTD to hit the reader as it is intended, the reader must choose option A in that moment. There’s very little turnover time for any B choosers because Sal accepts Larry back at an alarming rate. So, in most cases, I’d say whatever choice your mind goes to in that instant dictates the reading experience you’re going to have.

In most cases, I’d say Ironiclittlebaby does this perfectly, plays the readers right into their hands, so let’s focus on why they set up this game of “Hey, he’s not a bad guy like you thought he was.”

For one, it makes the reader more vulnerable. It almost feels like you’ve been in Sal’s shoes-everything you thought was true has been erased. Like Sal, the reader’s going to be exposed. When Larry starts showing affection towards Sal, the reader is going to jump on that but also be worried. Because, hey, the truth was reversed once, so the same thing could happen again, right? As well as Sal’s, this strategy makes Larry gain the reader’s trust, making his downfall that more heart shattering.

It also gives the reader a rush of euphoria. It feels like you’ve just climbed a mountain. “Hey, I’ve conquered the angsty slopes, and now I can see the fluff filled valleys below!” This wistful mindset settles in to most fic readers heads, and they’re just so happy for the turnaround. Which also makes the new angst even worse.

Now, why would it be bad if the readers chose option B?

If you chose Option A, go ahead and close your eyes with me. Imagine rereading every one of the 27 published chapters but instead of rooting for LarryFace, you can’t help but feel this disgust for Larry. If you thought he had a choice when leaving Sal, then your mind probably cheered when it was introduced that Travis had a crush on Sal. You probably hoped, even though you knew it wouldn’t work out, that Salvis would become the new ship. If you were constantly rooting for Travis and maybe even felt disappointment when Sal chose Larry, Larry’s demise will not hit you the same. There will be thoughts like ‘he deserved this’ that destroy what the author intended to make you feel. Instead of sadness, your gut is left feeling what every fic author fears that their readers will feel: indifference.

But hey, I’d say that Blue pulls off their intended effect super well. I’d say the obsession the fandom has over this fic really shows that they crafted the trick well.

3. Why does that matter?

First, let’s talk about why research matters.

Most fic readers aren’t going to be very knowledgeable about certain things, so authors can really gloss over topics most of the time. However, there’s always that one group of readers that are knowledgeable about the topic at hand, and having complete bullshit in your story could really turn them away. I’d also like to say that having thoroughly researched your topics just really shows to any reader. We might not know the specifics of the topic, but it warns our heart that the author cared enough to put some time in the fic besides just writing.

Secondly and lastly, why does making the reader sad matter?

I’m going to keep this short and sweet because I can hear dogs barking outside, and it’s time for me to sleep.

When the readers has lows, it makes the high that much sweeter. A fic full of straight fluff gets boring after awhile; there has to be some sort of conflict to make a story interesting. And all this angst is going to make the happy ending of We Don’t Have To Dance just that much more tear jerking.

Not part of the analysis, but I just want to point out that Blue’s writing improves so god damn much as the chapters progress. Like, my breath was taken away by their striking style by chapter 27. They’re going places, and I’m excited to watch.

I’d also like to say it is a devastatingly beautiful piece of work, and personal opinion, it kind of sucks that most fans just dote on the sexual side of it. It’s so much more than just another smut fic.

Alright, thank you for listening to me rant. It’s time to log off and go practice my own writing by working on my fics.

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