#sang woo fic

[ahsxual]

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🥺)

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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[theinfinitedivides]

God loves me that's why the original singer for With My Heart in the drama uploaded this to his channel today

#tv: my dearest #my dearest #mbc my dearest #kim yoon woo #park sang hoon #park sang hun #kdrama #local gay watches My Dearest (and is subsequently f*cked up).txt #local gay watches k-dramas.txt #the way his voice fits Ryang Eum so well i am biting and clawing #this did not need to come when i'm still writing the RyangHyun fic but it did. i am unwell #God i hope this gets an official release on the soundtrack hnnnngh #Youtube

[lokischocolatefountain]

Berlin's Good B*tch

Fandom: Money Heist: Korea Joint Economic Area

Pairing: Berlin (Song Jun-ho) x Reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Berlin knew from his lessons from the camp that fear, real fear, was the only thing that worked in controlling people. So good was he at instilling fear that she found nothing nobler in life than being Berlin's Good Bitch.

A/N: I have nothing to say for myself. I have no shame and I am going to hell (where Berlin will be). Anyone else writing Berlin fics? Please help! I’m thirsty for Haesoo and I can only find the Spanish Berlin fics

The cold breeze caressed my face as we sped on the empty road. Berlin hummed an unfamiliar tune that was calming yet strangely unsettling. Just as he was. I wanted to see what was around me, to know which part of the city we were in, to see his beautiful face and to know what he wore. But, my hands remained on my lap and away from the blindfold just as he had requested. It was part of the rules we had in place in this strange relationship of ours. Berlin treated me well and did not hurt a hair on my body— well, not more than I liked. And in return, I obeyed his every word. It was blissful torture. 

His humming stopped just as the car did. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come. In just a few seconds, I would be in heaven. The car door opened and I felt his hand grab my elbow and pull me out. I stumbled in my heels, falling on him. He steadied me by my shoulders before grabbing me by my wrist. I struggled as he walked, unable to keep up with his long strides in my high heels. Yet, I navigated the grass, the cobblestone floor and the stairs easily with my experience of being here countless times. 

When he stopped, I knew what would come next. Having gone through this ritual many times did nothing to keep me from getting shamelessly wet. I spread my legs apart and my arms parallel to the ground. I shivered as I felt his presence behind me and his warm breath on my neck. He started with my head as he always did, his large hands touching and inching down my face and then my neck. He moved from my shoulders to my arms down to the tips of my trembling fingers. 

I felt a tug at the strings that held my dress together on my back. Berlin traced along the strings on my back, tugging at the knot that tied everything together. I felt a slight chill as the satin fabric slid down my breasts. He hummed appreciatively as he cupped my breasts in his hands and kneaded them quite roughly. His hands weren’t made to give pleasure, they were calloused and rough and quite the expert at manhandling me. He finished his inspection of my breasts by pinching my nipples. When I screamed in pain, he slapped them before wrapping a hand around my throat and hauling me above the ground. I kicked my legs and brought my hands up to my throat, afraid for my safety even though I knew I would survive this. I always did. 

“I know you’re hiding something,” he breathed into my ear. 

“I’m not, Berlin. I promise, I’m not,” I said, fighting against his cruel hand to keep breathing. I was in his lair, at his mercy and every breath I took was an act of charity from the kindness of his heart.

“So, I won’t find anything if I searched you with a metal detector?” 

I shook my head, gasping when I was finally put down to my feet. I coughed, struggling to catch my breath. But, he spared me no time to collect myself, grabbing my ass in his hands and kneading them through my dress. I felt like something he was testing before buying but of course, he already owned me in every sense of the word. Seconds after his hands left my body, I heard the familiar beeping sound of the metal detector behind me.

“What do we have here?” He sang delightfully as he pulled my dress the rest of the way down, leaving me completely bare for his eyes. Even blindfolded, I could feel his gaze on me, hungry like a starving predator eager to tear into his prey. 

“Bend over,” he said, tapping my ass with the metal detector. “Spread yourself for me.” 

I stepped out of my shoes, spread my legs and bent forward before spreading my cheeks for him. I felt warm tears of humiliation run down my cheeks as the shame seeped through every inch of my body that his eyes touched. 

“Ah, yes. How could I have forgotten about this?” He said, inspecting the metal of the chastity belt that he locked around me just that morning. It was such torture knowing that I was locked away from my own pleasure, its key dangling on a chain around his neck. 

“Are you enjoying your little prison, my dear friend?” 

“Y-yes, Sir.” 

“Aww, what a good toy,” he cooed, stroking my hair, making me melt into his hand at his demeaning praise. 

“Thank you, Sir.” 

“Good bitch. Down bitch, down,” he said, his hands gently pushing down on my shoulders. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, eager for more praise. 

“Good bitch,” he repeated as though he knew exactly what I needed. The clanging of metal attracted my attention followed by the opening of a lock. 

Berlin tilted my head up by my chin and pushed my hair out of the way before securing the cold metal collar around my neck. It was tight around my neck, but only enough to remind me constantly of his ownership of me. My knees and hands moved forward as I felt a tug on my leash. I followed dutifully, enjoying the clinking of the chains he used to drag me along. 

My blindfold finally came off when we stopped inside the room. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, before the blurry figure in front of me made itself evident as Berlin on his leather sofa. His right leg crossed over his left, his left hand holding a cigarette and his right wrapped around the chains of my leash, he was the perfect picture of power. I bent down, my eyes still trained on him, and placed a kiss on his boot. 

His face was illuminated by the red lights above him, highlighting every bump and crevice on his hardened face. It told me more about his past than his lips ever have. There were no visible scars on his face, but it clearly wasn’t a face that was cared for. People took at least a little care in how their face looked. He had a handsome face, but it was too rugged, too neglected. Like he had no use for it beyond the senses. Like the face did not have to navigate society.

This room was all I knew about his life. Everywhere else, I was blindfolded to preserve his identity. I didn’t even know his real name. Just Berlin. But, he knew everything there was to know about me. Where I lived, where I worked, how I should be touched, what I feared, how I could be controlled… everything. At first, I found it creepy. It scared me to wake up to find him hovering over my bed, shackling my ankles and wrists to my bed posts before he took me. But, he eventually made me understand that this was good for me. It was in my best interest to be ready to take his cock at all times. It was in my best interest to be useful to him, to have my every thought and action consumed by him. He acted in my best interests today when he surprised me with his gun against my temple as I got into my car before being blindfolded and driven to this place, whatever it was. 

“Turn around.” 

When I did, he unlocked my belt and placed it on the carpeted floor beside me. I hissed as he pushed his fingers inside my cunt. He laughed at my reaction and forced himself in and out, making me hear the obscene wet noises my body made for him. It was the result of my frustrations that built up over the week as he brought me to the edge and denied me over and over. I was his plaything and boy did he love to play with me. 

“Mmmm,” he moaned, slurping exaggeratedly at his fingers covered in my wetness. “So this is what they mean by a bitch in heat.” 

My cunt creamed at his humiliating words as though it wanted to prove that I was his bitch. In my desperation, I fucked myself on his fingers as he watched, head tilted, lips curled up in a disturbing smile. He pushed into my cunt again and scooped up my wetness before shoving his fingers between my lips. 

“Taste yourself, my pretty whore.” 

I swirled my tongue around his fingers, worshiping them as I would his cock. I closed my eyes and moaned as I sucked myself off of him, tasting how I dripped for his cock. I was always ready for him. It had been like that ever since he pulled me to himself on the dance floor and relieved his frustrations in my cunt. The next day, I was back in the same bar, wearing the same dress, hoping to be taken again. He did not disappoint. 

He pushed his fingers deeper down my throat, making me gag. 

“If you can’t even take my fingers…” he trailed off, laughing as I choked on him. 

I crumbled to the ground coughing when he finally let go. His boot pressed down on my naked chest that rumbled with more coughs. He smiled down at me, amused by my struggles and pressed harder and harder until I sobbed. 

“Keep crying,” he demanded and like he’d turned on a switch in my brain, my sobs grew louder. I was crying in pain, yes, but I was crying more for his pleasure. Even without his boot on my chest, I would’ve cried if he commanded it. The pain was just a gentle reminder for me to perform for him. 

He closed his eyes and smiled like he was intoxicated by the melody of my cries. His face was the picture of peace and serenity, but his foot was as cruel as ever as it exerted and released the pressure on my chest in a rhythm that only he knew. 

After what felt like eons, he freed me from his boot and I rolled to the side, buried my face in his carpet and continued crying. From a gap through my hair, I could see him draped on the couch, his legs over one armrest and his broad back resting on the other. His fingers drummed against his thigh as I cried. I pressed my thighs together, content to feel something, anything on my deprived cunt. I felt my wetness leak out and coat my thighs, providing lubrication for my desperate attempt at pleasuring myself. 

I couldn’t chase my pleasure for long. He pulled my leash forcefully, dragging me against the floor before I stopped at his feet. My skin burned where it rubbed against the rug. He played with my hair as I continued giving him his favorite melody, his rough hands gentle on my skin. He leaned closer and smelled my hair and I thanked myself silently for remembering to use the shampoo he gave me. The pain on my chest mixed with the soothing touch on my hair scrambled my thoughts. Did he want me to feel good or did he want me to hurt? 

He licked a stripe up my cheek, lapping up my fresh tears. I squeezed my eyes shut and let more tears run down my cheeks, eager to give him more of my liquid pain. 

“Good bitch.” 

His praise went straight to my cunt and I whimpered despite myself. 

“Does my fucktoy like being praised, hmm?” He asked, walking around me and stopping at my back.

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Earn your praises, bitch,” he said, pushing my face into the chair on which he was seated mere seconds ago. I tried to free myself on instinct, but I was no match for his brute strength as he pressed my face into the leather. 

He forced my hands behind me and made me spread myself for him. My breath caught in my throat when I heard the clinking of his belt followed by a swat to my cunt. I cried into the sofa and brought my hands to my head. He showed no mercy for me, forcing them back where they were. 

“Be a good cunt for me, won’t you? And I promise I’ll take you back home in one piece,” he whispered into my ear. 

“Y-yes, yes S-sir. P-please!” The last thing I saw before the blinding pain took over me was the sneer on his face. I cried and screamed this time too, but I did not dare to move my hands. As much as I loved his punishments, I’d had enough of his cruelty today to last the month. The seat of his sofa was wet with my tears and I knew it would only get worse from here. 

I endured the searing pain of his belt against my cunt, hoping that it would stop soon. But a louder voice in my head wished for more of the searing pain, as much pain as it would take for him to be satisfied. The voice knew that this body was nothing but an outlet for his frustrations, for his desires and his experiments. The voice had no aspirations other than being his good bitch. 

I had lost track of the number of hits I’d taken, but was relieved when I heard the metal buckle of his belt crash against the floor. Through my sobs, I managed to hear the sound of him unzipping his pants. 

My eager smile stretched into an O as I gasped when he entered me in one stroke. There was no warning with him. No foreplay, well only if you don’t count the beatings. He wrapped my hair in his fist and pulled hard as he took my cunt for himself. I burned with the pleasure of him fucking me…or with the pain he gifted me with his belt. The sounds escaping my lips were unrecognizable, animalistic. The usually silent Berlin made little grunts of pleasure and I squeezed harder around him, giving him more resistance in his thrusts. It hurt to clench, but it was all worth it when he said…

“Good bitch!” 

I moaned his name as he pushed me to the height of pain— no, pleasure… There was no difference when it came to him. My body trembled under his, unable to bear everything he gave me. I was being bombarded with a million different sensations, yet I felt like I was floating away from my body, my soul unable to take his assaults even for another second. My vision went blank and all I knew was his cock, thrusting in and out, taking his pleasure from my burning body. 

As I came to, I felt his flesh slap against mine. His movements were inconsiderate, uncaring of the person he was using. Like I was a fleshlight he was pumping into to relieve himself. His groans grew more strained with each thrust. He stretched me out like no other man ever has, invading my body and mind, possessing me like the demon he was. 

With a cry, he pulled out of me and I flinched as his warmth coated my back. The room was silent for the first time in a while. But, I knew that would change when I heard the familiar sound of his switchblade. I bit into my arm in time for the piercing of the knife on my back. My teeth sunk into my arm, hurting even my bones as his knife cut deep.

He licked my blood off my back as fresh tears poured from my eyes. 

“Good bitch. Very good,” he sang, patting my head affectionately before he left me bleeding on his chair. Etched on my back, I saw old scars of the English letters “Song” and a freshly bleeding J. 

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Note: Berlin’s real name is Song Jun-ho

My masterlist

#park hae soo #park haesoo #money heist korea joint economic area #money heist fic #berlin money heist #money heist: korea #money heist korea #money heist: korea joint economic area #berlin x reader #berlin x you #berlin x ofc #cho sang woo

[bananaelephant]

If you’re interested in reading my scribbles, then you can check out my Ao3: Riehlla.

Currently, I’m writing things about Alice in Borderland characters (usually Aguni is involved💙💙), but I’ve also done fics for Sang-woo from Squid Game, Gazef from Overlord, All Might from My Hero Academia, Yorick from League of Legends, and Han from Time to Hunt.

I am weak for middle-aged men, especially if they’re gentle giants or villains. Big time villain brain-rot over here, especially if Park Hae-soo is playing them 😭😭😭. I don’t only like the characters I’ve written for from those fandoms, but they’re the ones who live in my head rent-free until I feel compelled to scribble something down about them.

A couple of things to keep in mind:

Currently updating That Age-Old Problem Sunday and Thursday nights.

Everything I’ve ever posted on Archive is fem!reader-insert and has smut.

Some of my content is dub-con, dark, or angsty so please read over the tags.

I can’t help but write AUs for my favorite characters so I will be marking any AUs that I’ve written. If there’s no AU note on a fic, then it’s canon.

You might notice that not all of my works are done. I am cautiously optimistic that I’ll finish them sometime soon.

Full List of Fics:

(Reminder: everything is rated Explicit because it either has or will soon have smut.)

Alice in Borderland

That Age-Old Problem: teacher! Aguni / teacher! Reader - multi-chaptered (14/16) | High School AU

Pretty, Little Noises: Aguni / Reader / Hatter - one shot

Cross Pollination: Aguni / militant! Reader / Niragi - one shot

Squid Game

Naughty Thoughts: Sang-woo / milf! Reader - multi-chaptered (7/11) | Real world AU

Obedient: Sang-woo / Reader - multi-chaptered (3/4)

Time to Hunt

Rough: Han / Reader - one shot

Overlord

Unintended Side Effects: king! Gazef / noblewoman! Reader - multi-chaptered (43/43) | Historical AU

Some Help: orc! Gazef / witch! Reader - multi-chaptered (5/?) | Different fantasy world AU

Forthcoming: battle mage! Gazef / isekai’d! Reader - one-shot | Magic school AU

Generous: Gazef / succubus! Reader - one-shot

My Hero Academia

Control: werewolf! All Might / Reader - one shot | Werewolf / Historical AU part 1

Obscene: werewolf! All Might / Reader - multi-chaptered (5/5) | Werewolf / Historical AU part 2

League of Legends

Unsure: Yorick / researcher! Reader - multi-chaptered (3/3)

#my writing #my fics #Riehlla's scribbles #reader-insert #alice in borderland #aib #aguni alice in borderland #aguni morizono #aguni x reader #takeru danma #hatter alice in borderland #aguni x reader x hatter #niragi suguru #niragi alice in borderland #aguni x reader x niragi #squid game #sang-woo cho #sang-woo squid game #sang-woo x reader #time to hunt #han x reader #overlord #gazef stronoff #gazef overlord #gazef x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #all might #all might x reader #league of legends

[animangalover-writes]

Surprises In The Kitchen

And then, Jin-Hee burst out laughing, and Young-Gook grins wide and knowing.

"Didn't take you guys for swingers." He says, and that gets them to really move. Seok-Woo whips around looking for his shirt, hand flying up to his neck to cover a darkening hickey.

Or

Young-Gook and Jin-Hee catch Seok-Woo in a compromising position with a certain married couple. And what better way to show your support then to make fun of them endlessly?

Read on ao3

#train to busan #Seok-Woo #Sang-Wha #Seong-Kyeong #Seok-Woo x Sang-Wha x Seong-Kyeong #ot3 #idk if they even have a ship name but idc #with a side of Young-Gook x Jin-Hee #this is a mediocre fic btw #based on a much better fic credited in my AN on ao3 #ill shut up now #aml writes

[gidaryeong]

Sejak episode 16

So daebi said: just marry this crossdressing weirdo that you're sexually obsessed with and have an heir, it's fine idec at this point. And Yi In didn't immediately jump on that but was like, well mom if you want it then I'm NOT going to do it 😤

Since this is the final installment I want to officially thank Sang-hwa for his service to the crown! His loyalty and diligence is only rivaled by his commitment to the bit. One of my favorite scenes in this entire show is the Gay Rumor era where he sprints off with the swiftness of Hermes to fetch the king's boyfriend some candy

I must say I wish they would've talked more baduk when they play baduk. They always debate their real life issues and the game is just something they dabble with in the background, the way I embroider things while watching TV, but they could be meta-talking about baduk strategies in a way that convinces us that this really is their Mutual Obsession while simultaneously shedding light on their personalities. Is Mong-woo an aggressive and haphazard player? Is she more intuitive or more calculating? Has she memorized previous games or does she not have to, because she's operating on Pure Vibes? I still don't know what they're like as players, or if the king is ever close to winning, or if Mong-woo is getting kinda bored of playing against him because he never puts up a real fight. (And how does that then translate to their sexual relationship: she told her dad from the start that she'd only marry someone who could beat her.) In their first game they didn't speak a word because they were so absorbed, and they didn't even notice it had begun to rain -- I liked that much better, because if Mong-woo is the greatest baduk genius in the world then she would be more obsessive about it, almost to the detriment of their relationship, like Beth in The Queen's Gambit. She'd want to go to Qing for the challenge and thrill of playing the Emperor, not (only) for her country and king and father. Okay sorry rant over.

Sometimes I pounce on my partner like this when he's just about to leave for the supermarket and I say "kdrama back hug 🥺" and he's always very patient with this extremely annoying behavior

"I cannot send Mong-woo to the Qing alone. So I'll choose the violent criminal who tried to stab me and instead stabbed her. He'll keep her safe."

Sure this is satisfying but did we have to spend so much time on this when we've got like 45 minutes airtime left to show Mong-woo's life-changing trip to Qing? Let me see her play the Emperor and pretend to lose! Let me see her flirt with the imperial harem and gain friends and enemies in court!!! Also: how did her father react to her crossdressing (since she gave it up when Myung-ha threatened to tell daddy)?

Shin Se-kyung having to teach worthless noblemen on how to start a fire is a must for any sageuk. To me.

It’s actually very sweet that everyone's just treating her like the princess now. But what's going to happen with the real princess? Another thing that they could have wrapped up instead of...

THIS. So writernim introduced this guy as a new threat in the last ep and then resolved it with no tension or conflict. Another thing that we could maybe have just have skipped in favor of Mong-woo Wreaking Havoc in the Imperial City.

PLEASE I don't understand anything!!! So they'll stay together forever now. But Mong-woo doesn't want to be his concubine (she'd resent him). And Yi In has no apparent plans to abdicate (he'll be king until he dies). Is she going to stay on as gidaryeong, and if so, why didn't she return to her station right away but tried to sneak away?

It’s so funny that she just gave up and told him her name anyway lmaooo. She was like baby you'll never beat me let's not pretend ❤️

Despite my ranting I did love this drama very much!! A fantastic set up with a somewhat underwhelming execution is my sweet spot because it means I can write fic about it 🫶

#my sejak tag #sejak: charmed deceit #captivating the king

[ppeonppeonhan]

My 2022 Spotify BL Dramas Wrapped Report: Best Scenes

BEST ONE-SIDED LOVE STORY: My Only 12%

Eiw displayed an incredible amount of self control considering his bff Cake had no understanding of the concept of personal space.

BEST RESISTANCE TO ROMANCE: Semantic Error

Jae Young is SUCH a tease. I absolutely loved how he gave Sang Woo a trial experience of what it would be like to date him, and then immediately cut it off. So savage.

BEST FLIRTATION: The Eclipse

Speaking of teases, Akk was going through it in this series. It took a WHILE for our boy Aye to win him over but he was a persistent king, and you had to respect his game.

BEST SLOW BURN: The Eclipse

This series also wins for the payoff of waiting for Akk to FINALLY initiate a kiss. And he doesn't just initiate, he does a callback to a series of kisses that Aye requested in the past. *chef's kiss*

BEST DECLARATION OF LOVE: KinnPorsche

Say what you will about the toxicity of how Vegas and Pete started their relationship. We were all holding our breaths after Vegas got shot, praying there was another scene. And boy did they deliver. Not only was he alive, Pete was at his side, ready to risk it all.

BEST ROMANTIC KISS: Bad Buddy

The world motherf*cking stopped. The gif Gods gaveth for weeks. Tearful, passionate, and briefly tragic -- it was everything.

BEST SEXY KISS: Rommates of Poongduck 304

I know it is wild of me -- in the era of KinnPorsche and Love in the Air -- to give this honor to a tame Korean BL that barely anyone saw, but THAT’S why it was so sexy. By the time you were done with those other shows, you were practically desensitized to kissing. This was unexpected, and left you wanting more. It could launch a 1,000 fan fics.

BEST EROTIC SCENE: KinnPorsche

I mean...need I say more. This series was such a raw and playful depiction of queer sex. It never tried too hard to be sexy. It felt like you were peeking in on private moments between a real couple who enjoyed exhibitionism.

BEST CHAOTIC SEX SCENE: Love in the Air

KinnPorsche def had an entire montage of chaotic lovemaking, but nothing will top baby-gay Rain domming his daddy Payu.

BEST BREAKUP: Love Mechanics

#JusticeforVee -- this man had more patience than any man I've ever seen in my life. And Mark knew how to tear out a man's heart with his words. Cut so deep he even hurt himself.

BEST PLOT TWISTS: Not Me

Love a twin plot. Love a crime plot. Love a thriller. And Gun was out here working overtime to serve us plot twists, double crosses, and misdirection. He deserves all the awards.

#bl drama #thai bl #bl series #thai drama #kinnporche the series #not me the series #my only 12% #semantic error #the eclipse the series #bad buddy #roommates of poongduck 304 #love in the air special episode #love mechanics

[lolahauri]

✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Mainly writing for characters and/or themes i really want to read about, but have little to no content.

I do take requests. (Fic only. No RPF)

I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled or become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Antis, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Fluff, angst, smut, lewd, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver.) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All adult humans. Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All adults (except Rogelio). King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. American Dad: Francine. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Leatherface, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. Big Bang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Teen Titans (OG): Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Elemental: Wade, Ember. Mean Girls: Cady, Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Janis. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, MeeMaw. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Napoleon Dynamite (self titled) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

#x reader #self ship #shipping #ao3 writer #fandom #minors dni #intro post #pinned post #antis dni

[moni-logues]

Woo Baby Baby

Pairing: Wooyoung x reader (gn)

Genre: angst, kinda song fic (Ooh Baby Baby by Smokey Robinson), established relationship

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Mistakes, Wooyoung knows he's made a few... A rough patch in your relationship gets a whole lot rougher when Wooyoung steps outside it on a business trip.

Content: drinking, referenced infidelity/the aftermath of infidelity

A/N: this was written tonight, very much a spur of the moment thing; idk where it came from, idk what it is but it's here 🙃 yeah apparently i'm writing ATZ now too!

It had started as a joke. You had crooned ‘ooh baby baby’ and he had asked you why you would sing that to him; he had asked if you had anything to confess to and laughed, pulling you closer for a kiss. Of course you hadn’t; you would never. But the line came into your head almost every time you thought of him: Wooyoung, your Woo baby baby.  

Now you lay on your sofa, two bottles of wine deep, listening to the song on repeat. Your tears were dry; your face was puffy and almost sticky with salt. You waved the wine bottle in the air like a conductor in front of their orchestra as Smokey sang, over and over again, about how he did his baby wrong.  

Oh, how your baby had done you wrong. 

* 

It had been a rough couple of weeks. You had resigned a month prior and the company had taken it poorly, throwing the worst they could at you while you worked your notice period; it meant long, tense hours in the office, over-time, bad relations with colleagues you had thought were your friends. The promise of your new job was not even close to enough to sustaining a good mood during your last month. You would return home tired, miserable, at the end of your tether.  

Wooyoung had his stresses, too. They were preparing for an overseas business trip, a deal on the brink of either close or collapse; it was a make-or-break venture and no one could afford for it to break. Least of all Wooyoung, who had put all his savings into this. To say he was standing on the brink of financial ruin would not have been entirely overstating it. 

You were snapping at each other, getting irritated by things that you wouldn’t usually notice, wouldn’t usually care about. He was upset for you, for not being able to do anything to make it better. You were worried for him, knowing that his trip could be the best or worst thing that had ever happened to him. Neither of you could funnel that emotion into tenderness or patience. A storm cloud took up residence over your apartment, the place you had so recently come to call your own, the two of you finally in one place.  

You both started finding excuses to come home a little later—it wasn’t difficult, not with your schedules the way they were—anything to avoid another argument over who hadn’t emptied the dishwasher. You kissed each other goodbye in the mornings in a way that was routine, automatic, sometimes barely meant. You took turns going to bed early, one of you always asleep before the other joined.  

You kept telling yourself it would be fine. You just had to leave your company and start at the new one. Woo just had to go on his trip, close the deal, and come home. Then it would be fine. You’d get back on track, on-kilter, back to normal. This was a temporary blip. You were happy with Wooyoung, of course you were, this was just not an easy time. That was all. 

* 

The trip did not go well. The deal didn’t tank but it was hanging on by the skin of its teeth; the investors (potential investors) were jumpy, asking for more and more data, pushing back timelines, hemming and hawing and, in your mind, stringing them along. You were not convinced they were really going to invest at the end of it all, but you didn’t dare say as much to Woo when he came home. He was so deflated, defeated, exhausted. He came straight in, took off his clothes, and got into bed.  

You felt like he was avoiding you even more than he had been before. He seemed skittish, too, and distracted. You had started your new job by the time he returned, and you were feeling better, even if he wasn’t. You had determined that you would put in the effort, make up for the lack of it before he went away, do enough for both of you when you realised he had not returned in triumph. 

He didn’t seem to want to let you so you gave him the space he seemed to need for a few days. It was eventually he who sat you down to talk.  

The conversation did not go where you had expected. 

Someone else. A mistake. A one-time thing. He never meant it to happen. He felt sick about it. He never wanted to hurt you. Everything was going so badly. They had drunk so much. He felt like everything was falling apart. He missed you; you weren’t there. He said a lot, and most of it missed you completely because all you could focus on was him and someone else. Someone else. You could picture it; you didn’t even need to know who they were or what they looked like. That didn’t matter. You could just see him, your Wooyoung, your ooh baby baby making his own Smokey Robinson mistake.  

* 

That was days ago now and you couldn’t stop seeing it. You hadn’t told anyone else, couldn’t face it. Telling people made it real and you were still, somehow, clinging onto the last vestiges of hope that this wasn’t happening. You were waiting for Woo to come back and say, hey it’s ok, that didn’t happen. It never happened. I’m still all yours.  

He was saying that, actually. ‘I’m yours’. ‘I’m all yours’. ‘I never want to leave you’. ‘I love you’. ‘Please’. He had gone to stay with Hongjoong, just for a few days, to give you space, to let you process, work through it. He said he was going to make it up to you; he was going to win your trust again; he was going to make it better.  

You were a long way from being able to let him.  

* 

You opened another bottle of wine and turned the music up, turned it up loud enough that you couldn’t hear your doorbell ringing, couldn’t hear your phone buzz on the sofa, couldn’t hear the knocking at your door.  

He was just being polite; he didn’t need to knock because it was his apartment, too. He wanted you to let him in; he wanted you to open the door and step back, to say ok, we can talk, I’m ready now. He knew you wouldn’t be able to hear him so he input the code himself and walked into his apartment.  

His heart broke seeing you like that, wine drunk and sad, singing the song you sang to him but all of it this time, all the words, singing his mistake, singing your heartbreak. He wished he could take it back. He wished a lot of things. He wished you would forgive him, would still love him; he’d have given anything. Forget the deal, forget his life savings. What did success mean if you weren’t by his side? 

He walked over and sat on the sofa next to you. The fact that you didn’t move showed just how drunk you were; he worried that if you stood, you’d fall.  

“Baby,” he said softly, testing the waters, seeing where you were. 

You shook your head. 

“Not your baby,” you mumbled back, nevertheless leaning your weight on him, resting your head on his shoulder.  

He picked up your phone and turned the music down; he took the open wine bottle from your loose grip and put it on the coffee table where it wouldn’t spill all over the rug you had taken months to pick out. You mumbled something else, something that might have been a protest at one action or the other—or both—but you didn’t move to effect any change. You, instead, fell backwards, your head almost hitting the wall behind the sofa. 

“Careful!” Wooyoung cried, reaching out to cradle you. 

You swatted him away, muttering something about being fine.  

You clearly weren’t and he knew it was his fault. He was on the bottom rung of a very tall ladder that would take a long time to climb. But he was determined he’d reach the top. He would. Whatever it took. He wouldn’t give up hope. He couldn’t.  

He encouraged you off the sofa, scooping his arm under your shoulder and around your back to support you on your sea legs. You let him, not enough control of or strength in your body left to fight him anyway. He walked you to bed, tucked you in, kissed your forehead. He lingered just a second and, in that second, you reached out, grabbed the front of his shirt to keep him near. You tipped your face up and brought your lips to his. It took every ounce of his strength to pull away. He wanted it; with everything he had, he wanted to kiss you and make this all go away. He wanted to kiss you until the world around you dissolved; he wanted to kiss you until there was nothing left. But you were drunk, and, if he were really honest, you didn’t want to kiss him. Not really. Not sober. Not in your right mind. He knew that. And he’d already done plenty to erode your trust in him. He wouldn’t ever do that.  

He pulled back, his lips leaving yours.  

“Baby,” you whined, fist still clutched around his T-shirt. 

“I’m here,” he replied in a whisper. “I’m still here.” 

You let him go, your hand flopping by your side as your face creased, and your tears were refreshed. Your hands raised to your face, covering it, and you rolled away from him, trying to hide yourself from him as if he wouldn’t still be able to see you, to hear your crying, to look again upon the mess he’d made.  

‘Pull yourself together,’ he said to himself harshly as tears pricked in his own eyes. ‘This is all your own fault anyway’.  

He wiped a hand roughly over his eyes and decided that, tonight, he would sleep on the sofa. He wouldn’t go back to Hongjoong. He wanted to stay; he wanted to show you that he wanted to stay. He loved you; he would always love you and he was determined to make you see.  

He whispered his love to you as he walked back out of the bedroom and sat on the sofa. He took a generous glug from the wine bottle and curled himself up small. There was always tomorrow. He couldn’t give up hope; he couldn’t give up on you. He only prayed you felt the same. 

#atz fanfic #atz fic #atz x reader #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung angst #atz angst

[seamayweed]

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern

tagged by @illwynd & @mid-n0vember, ty so much - this was very fun to do!! <333

Half of Your Fate (mctna, concubine!seon-ho au) Seon-ho finds out he can get pregnant after the exam that should have never happened and before the war that can never happen.

The Earth Still Burns (ff7, cloud strife/sephiroth) Mother, I love you, he said, the way she had told him so many times.

Streuner (mad dog, choi kang-woo/kim min-joon) “I’m home,” Kang-woo says as soon as he unlocks the door and steps into his apartment, but he pauses when he sees the lights on.

coffee date (bloodhounds, kim myeong-gil/kim gun-woo) Mrs. Yoon’s face falls as soon as he enters the café.

Number One (the killing vote, kim ji-hoon & kwon seok-joo) Father is a man in glasses walking next to a girl holding up a pink umbrella shielding Ji-hoon né Tae-yang from the rain.

a higher power (sweet home, jung jae-heon/pyeon sang-wook) When the monster attacked Sang-wook, all he could think of was Jae-heon.

which the sons of men had built (vincenzo, jang han-seo/jang han-seok) The world burned.

the candles burned out the light (bloodhounds, kim myeong-gil/kim gun-woo) Violence is an art he has mastered.

limbo (mctna, bangseonhwi) The next time Hwi sees Seon-ho is when he’s leaving from another meeting with Bang-won, reporting to him like the good, obedient dog he is; even just the mere thought has his jaw and wrists rolling, hands itching for arrow and bow.

and bloodless again (mctna, bangseon) By some fluke, Bang-won walks into the room Nam Seon-ho is in, still in his saheonbu uniform as though he never takes it off.

gosh, that's a lot of different fandoms i've been writing and posting fic for lately... anyway, looks like i usually prefer to start with short, simple sentences!

tagging @pondsphuwin, @convenientalias, @blueberry-cheese-pizza, @godotismissingx, @rhaenys-queenofkhyrulzz, @nubreed73, @lostemotion, @argents-huntress, @holographings, @laireshi, @fuckingferalhawks, @itsza, @noona96n, @lvsifer, @haraxvati, @sadviper, @rhysiana, @talesofsorrowandofruin and anyone else who wants to do it!!

#tag game #first sentence meme #illwynd #al #seamayweed fic #seamayweed stuff #mentioned 💙✨ #ty bb!

[newtonsheffield]

How it glistened Anthony immediately slipping into calling Kate babe is killing me. When he does it in the fic and then in all these snippets 😅 does Kate ever mention it I’m so curious??

Kate definitely mentions it, she gets a little flutter in her stomach every time he says it and she can't stop herself from saying something.

Kate had always hated pet names. She didn't mind when her Dad called her peanut, and her Mum called her Katie, which was the way she'd first introduced herself when she'd been five years old and she'd bounded into the bookstore swinging off her Dad's hand and asked if they had a copy of Hairy Maclary. And Edwina called her any number of things all day long. That never bothered her, but she'd never been one for pet names from her boyfriends.

She'd pulled a face the very first time Tom had tried to call her honey, blinking at him blankly for several seconds.

"Alright, not a honey person then." Tom had sighed, "Cool, what do you think you'd like?"

"Probably just... stick to Kate." she'd said with a tight smile, "That'll do I think."

And it had been the same for every one of her boyfriends, her body reacting a little with disgust whenever one of them tried to call her anything but her name. Until Anthony.

She'd been stunned, when they'd fallen into bed and he'd crooned confidently in her ear, that's it sweetheart, and her immediate reaction hadn't been disgust. She'd still shuddered, but heat had pooled in her stomach and a shiver had run down her spine and she'd pulled him closer rather than pushing him away.

It happened again, when his eyes had been wide and he'd been saying words it had felt like she'd been waiting to hear. And it had almost slipped out, she could tell Proving my point, beautifully, by the way, babe. She hated Babe, that was usually the absolute worst name in her opinion and yet when she'd heard it fall from Anthony's lips in his deep, rich voice her stomach had dropped and she'd wanted to pull closer to him.

He'd said it countless times that first weekend, seemingly falling into a pattern, grinning at her as they sat on the sofa in her parent's living room with his arm around her and her head on his chest as he sang Where are you Christmas? While the Grinch played on TV.

"You know the Grinch by heart?" She looked up surprised.

"Babe, I have seven younger siblings, I've watched this movie a lot."

"I think I'd prefer to hear Cindy-Lou singing than you, Anthony." Her father said quickly, glowering while Mary swatted at him, "Mary, I am being nice! He's trying to woo my baby!"

She liked it, she realised, Anthony staking his claim on her in this tiny way. It made her feel warm, soft, cared for in a way she wasn't really sure she'd felt before, and Anthony didn't even seem to know he was doing it, it came so effortlessly to him apparently. But she hadn't said anything, not until they were on their way home, sat at the same Burger King they had been on the way up, on the same side of the booth now, Anthony's arm thrown over her shoulders a little tentatively as he ate his onion rings.

"Want some, babe?"

Kate blinked back at him, his paper napkin tucked into the front of his sweater, his hair falling in his eyes as he ate, something fluttering in her chest.

Adorable.

She shook her head.

I must be fucking broken.

"No, I have my own whopper, thanks. My boy's very generous obviously."

Anthony grinned, "You were staring at me."

Kate felt her eyes narrow at him, her chin resting on his shoulder. "You call me babe a lot."

Anthony's eyes widened nervously, swallowing his mouthful. "I um- Do i? Sorry? Do you not like it?"

Kate tilted her head, "Honestly, I usually fucking hate it."

Anthony's mouth fell open, "I'm so sorry, I should have asked, it just kind of fell out. I'll stop. Please don't split up with me, on the way home, I hard launched us on instagram and it'll be so-"

Kate chuckled, k=cutting him off with a quick kiss. "I said I usually hate it. I kind of like being your babe though, little bit of ownership. I'll have to think of something for you."

Anthony grinned at her, making her heart pound in her chest, "What are your top options?"

Kate let out a dramatic hum, pretending to scrutinize him. "You could be a honey."

"You have called me sweet."

"You could be Anty. You always liked that."

Anthony rolled his eyes, "I'm dating a monster."

"I could always go with love muffin."

"You're just making fun of me now." Anthony scoffed, snatching up his caramel sundae.

"Don't be mad, love muffin." Kate chuckled, kissing his cheek.

"I can't stand you."

"You wanted to date me so badly you nearly killed us."

"I pulled over to the side of the highway."

"Whatever you say, love muffin."

#how it glistened as it fell #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[spicyseonghwas]

blackbird - choi san

pairings :: choi san x jung wooyoung guest appearances :: son seongjun (castle j; mcnd) genres/au's :: angst, fantasy, pining best friend!san, best friend!wooyoung, lowkey sorta yandere!san in one section viewer rating :: 13+ content warnings :: cursing, blood, knives, name calling, mentions of hurting a close friend word count :: network tags :: @preciousillusions-net @k-labels @cacaokpop-fics @timenote-library song :: blackbird; black veil brides a/n :: i was too lazy to edit the title & idol out of the header this is one of my first fics i ever wrote SHUT UP OKEH!! and also the second section was originally san x bf!hongjoong, but ive been obsessing over woosan lately and its more canon and makes more sense so i went ahead and changed it to pining!san x bestfriend!wooyoung

(reposted from old acc)

living near and endless night / you'll always be the ghost in these halls i run from...

the voice behind him, the voice of the boy chasing him, cackled with insanity and immeasurable lust for blood... san couldn't get away.

he just fucking couldn't.

so san stopped. he skidded to a stop in the middle of the hallway and turned around, bristling himself. he closed his eyes tight and bowed his head, breathing heavily, ready for the feeling of the knife in seongjun's hand to pierce through his chest.

but when the pain never came, san looked up from the puddle of blood he was standing in. seongjun was standing there a few feet away, an uncertain grin on his face.

he was just...

standing there.

"just kill me already." san spat. "you've killed all my friends, the only people i care about. you've taken everything i love away from me, what more could you want? i have nothing else to give you! you know you want to, you disgusting, blood-starved little psycho."

"i..."

"what?"

"i can't, man..."

it took a moment for san to get over the initial shock of what the other boy had just said. but once the shock faded, san sighed heavily. a song came into his head- one that the crazy little monster in front of him had sang to himself so many times...

"you'll always be the ghost in these halls i run from..."

hold on to hope / take back your soul

wooyoung let loose a broken, tired sigh that unintentionally came out as a sort of half-whimper, half-groan.

"why, san..."

"i didn't mean for any of this to happen, joong, i mean it... seriously, i love you..." san whimpered, "you're my best friend, i love you..."

"if i was your best friend, then none of this would have happened."

san had unknowinglly hurt his best friend.

again.

wooyoung had come home to san crying in a ball on the couch, and being the soft-ass caring little shit he'd always been, wooyoung immediately went to comfort him. they'd sat in silence for a while, san with his head nuzzled into joong's chest, before joong got up the courage to ask what was wrong.

when san confessed to what he'd done, he hadn't planned out how he was going to deal with the backlash...

and now he had to dea with the extra consequences.

san wanted to move over to sit next to his friend, hold him close to his chest...

maybe forget any of this ever happened...?

but he could see that joong didn't want that right now.

so san had nothing else to do but work it out. he had to hold on to that little bit of hope, keep his eyes on what he had left...he had to fight for the man he loved. san had never known someone who was as loving, understanding, and caring as wooyoung, and he wasn't about to let go of him just because of a silly, stupid, idiotic mistake.

"woo... please..."

"san, what else do you want from me?? you've done this two times before, i... i just can't..."

"i can't do this anymore, san..."

~+~

so just look into the sky and you’ll become the blackbird...

san's heart skipped a beat as the lyric entered his head.

he could simply...

run away.

it wasn't as if his mother was abusing him or anything, but she wasn't exactly being very much of a mother, either. she hadn't been for just about the last three years now.

they'd never find him. san was a master of hide and seek, he'd gotten it from his childhood. his father had hated him with a passion, and frequently come after him in a blind rage over his own miserable life, up until his mother came home and caught him red-handed one day.

no one had dared fuck with choi san ever since.

san held onto hope, clung onto that one shining thought: he would be eighteen soon. in less than an hour.

the second he turned eighteen, he could join the ravens and soar away in the currents of the wind.

when that split moment came, san all but ran from the house, a maniacal grin smearing his handsome, chiseled features during every second. he'd packed away everything he'd need days before, his possessions were already with mingi and jongho. san's mother had just walked in the door when san woke up; she seemed to know exactly why he was so excited...

she didn't even say goodbye.

but it wasn't like san cared.

san stood in the gravel driveway of his house, the brightest smile on his face that had ever been. he thought gleefully of maybe taking a last look at the place he'd been forced before to call his home, but his face wouldn't move toward the wreck of a house that was no longer his home.

it still wasn't like san cared.

san looked happily into the bright, blue sky and willed his invisible wings to come out of hiding. he let them fly open and grinned once more, the smile on his face and the freedom still shining in his dark, warm, chocolate-brown eyes as he spread his wings, shifting into a blackbird and soaring away into the golden morning twilight.

© seonghwas-lighter 2023-2024.

#chase.exe 🌑 #cacaokpop #k labels #ateez #san #choi san #woosan #ateez angst #ateez yandere au #ateez fantasy au #best friends to lovers #choi san fantasy au #ateez shapeshifter au #ateez ships #kpop scenarios #ateez scenarios #reaaaaally not sure how to tag this... #pretty sure this is the first non idol x reader or idol x oc fic ive written

[ghostytoasty17]

A/N

This is the first long (ish) fic I have ever posted. Its a tad ooc, and not at all dialoge heavy. Nonetheless i hope you enjoy reading it!

taglist: @archfeykoi @97buttons

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Now, perhaps it is fate that brings me here. Maybe it is some strange act of the gods, watching two insignificant pawns play among their stars. Whatever it was or is for that matter I cannot say. 

Whatever is at play in this tavern I find myself in, far from home and any family that I may or may not have. I found him the bard I later came to know as Jaskier that night, and Julian many many nights after that. Fate or pure dumb luck, I found him when I needed him the very most and expected it the very least. Sat at the bar, watching him glide through the crowd, every step he took was mesmerizing, every word he sang I clung to like a scared child to his mother. I wanted to approach him so desperately, so badly did I want to walk up to him and strike up a conversation with this wandering spitfire of a man. Just as though the gods (who by now I was certain were involved in this) sent him over to my side. I was stunned by his approach, fumbling over my words near forgetting my own name. I was kept spellbound listening to him speak, so elegantly with enough charm to woo the coldest of hearts. I speak to him with ease after I am two glasses deep in sweet red wine, the dull fuzz of my mind easing my anxieties. We speak as old friends who had seen each other just yesterday the flow of our conversation turns flirtatious. Touches of a hand, shoulder, his hand creeps to my thigh. Any other man would have received a sharp slap to the cheek or a shove away from my person, not him never Jaskier. It was not a harsh grasp; it was possessive but oh so gentle. I found myself fond of his touch far sooner than was appropriate, but he did not seem to mind it when I took his hand and held it tight as we spoke. 

It is strange how quickly we devolve to lust, human beings ever seeking out pleasure in one another. Yet still though I feel lust there is something else that blooms there where it once was. A strange longing for something more than never seeing him again. My heart decided right then that I would follow him to the ends of the earth. My mind on the other hand? Still swirling and fuzzy. We stay late into the night, the bartender long done with our flirting bids us a good night forcing us outside. We walk aimlessly though the night, talking and wandering through the streets of the city. It seems he knows the streets better than I, so I follow him, never letting go of his hand, not even once. We found ourselves outside of the inn he happened to be staying at, and I knew he intended to leave me wanting at the door. I panicked, clung to his arm a wordless plea ‘do not leave without finishing what you started.’ What I did not know is that Jaskier leaves nothing in his life unfinished, not ballads, poems or art. Certainly not any seemingly meaningless flirtation. So, when he pulls me in and kisses me, I take but a few heartbeats to respond with all my pent-up enthusiasm. I giggle like a child when we pull away, and seeing his flushed face makes me all the giddier. He is smiling at me; his bright blue eyes are shining in the dim light, and I notice them more than I ever have before. We are cupping each others faces, staring deep into one another's souls. I feel naked under his gaze, completely raw and exposed. anxiety bubbles up in me, it makes me gasp for air in a panic. It's like he senses my unease, and i am pulled into his chest so quick I cannot process it, but the wave of relief that washes over me is like nothing I have ever felt. The anxiety is still there, it lingers like a nasty gash in my chest but he keeps me close still. We are moving through the dimly lit inn and into his room, and I cant help but wonder what he intends to do once we arrive. I so desperately want to stay with him, to follow him into the depths of the world beyond this one. So as I stumble into his room, and we are once again connected at the lips I feel that my mind is fully made up. My whole being will follow him to the very ends of the earth, but for now I shall settle for following him into bed.  

#jaskier #the witcher #joey batey #writers on tumblr #geralt of rivera #the witcher fanfiction #ooc jaskier #i dont know how to format yet im sorry #This is so self indulgent and im sorry #reader is ambiguous for the most part i think #Ghostytoastyswrites

[animangalover-writes]

The first time Seok-Woo feels anything like attraction after his wife, is when he sees a woman plastering wet newspaper onto the glass of a zombie infested train.

Or

Seok-Woo stopped caring about romance after his wife left him. Who knew that the end of the world would be the thing to change that?

#train to busan #seok woo #Sang-Wha #seong kyeong #Seok-Woo x Sang-Wha x Seong-Kyeong #i really dont know what to tag this #this is lowkey a 5 times + 1 fic #kind of #aml writes #fanfiction #to that person who requested more of these 3. come get your food #(i appreciate you so much)

[luneshallshine]

✂ ateez as songs

a cute filler as i wrap my head around writing that san fic...

:)

pure fluff! some profanity..

ღ seonghwa

♫ playing now : pretty u by seventeen

does she love me? does she love me, not?

omg he fits this song so much !!

this song is so sweet and full cute lyrics

i can definitely see seonghwa as the last verse

i am counting flower petals all day long does she love me? does she love me, not? what will the petals answer to me?

just

imagine him picking petals to see if he should confess :(

he's such a sweetie

according to twt one of his fav svt songs is pretty u :(

he's so sweet

he WOULD be that boy next door trope

omgg

ღ hongjoong

♫ playing now : celebrate by ateez

you're the one, only one (only one) from 7 billion, the only one (only one)

the lyrics to this song

are

so

fucking

sweet!!

like hongjoong would say these words to you if you're having a bad day

you're the one, only one (only one) so i celebrate you, all about you

hongjoong is such a mature person at heart

he would write so many songs to uplift you

this song is one of my favorites bc of its lyrics

and i rlly feel like hongjoong said sm truth with this song

he would also help you overcome your insecurities :((

ღ yunho

♫ playing now : the feels by twice

'cause you got me good and i wanna be ya boo if it's dumb, well, i wanna be a fool (fool, fool, fool)

this song is so

happy??

idk i just felt a connection

yunho's our vitamin and i feel like he just has to have an upbeat song

this song is also kinda goofy and i think it fits yunho's vibe

underneath the neon lights, baby electricity tonight, baby

i can see him slaying this part^

he's just so positive that he makes me smile when i watch him

also he became one of my favs after the ateez concert in oakland bc he noticed me &lt;;/3

our golden retriever :((

ღ yeosang

♫ playing now : antifragile by le sserafim

i'll climb higher top of the world i itched for (ah-ah)

LMAO PLEASE HEAR ME OUT

the lyrics are so good like yeosang is such a hardworker

all of ateez are

and like he killed the dance so...

no biggie if i were to fall i'm antifragile, antifragile

also like??? yeosang gets so little attention for his performance skills i'm :((

i feel like he's such an emotionally strong person so

he's quite literally antifragile

ღ san

♫ playing now : moth to a flame by the weeknd

like a moth to a flame i'll pull you in, i'll pull you back to what you need initially

tiktok has ruined me

he's either your bias or your biaswrecker, there's only two options

i thought i would only bias hwa and then san rocked my world

i feel like you can't help but be pulled to him (like a moth to a flame ahaha..)

it's just one call away and you'll leave him, you're loyal to me

he would be that one ex you'd fold for

don't disagree bc i'm right

everyone's guilty pleasure

ღ mingi

♫ playing now : all i wanna do by jay park

girl, tell me how you feel right now baby, let’s go up to the sky all i wanna do is kick it with you

off topic but the korean lyrics are so much more sweet than the english version LMAO

i was battling with putting this song for san or mingi

but mingi is such a big jay park fan i had to

the lyrics are so idk like vibe-y?

like they just want to have fun

i think it fits mingi very well

he'd want a relationship where they can be comfortable with each other and just chill n have fun

just like your outfit today, your heart is see-through all i wanna do is kick it with you

mingi can fucking rizz me up if he sang that to me

i mean he can regardless but

yk

he just gives off that vibe on stage

if he ever went solo, he'd be wilding like jay park does

ღ wooyoung

♫ playing now : embarassed by bts

why am I getting weirder in front of you?i’m not a pre-schooler but why is everything so childish? ;ook at my eyes, my jokes aren’t serious

idk this song makes me so giddy

woo gives off no decorum but also self-cringe vibes

also imagine woo singing this song

it could be so good

he's also such a loyal yet childish person

he'd be that puppy love typa guy, the love that lasts ofc

i was too shy to become your sun so i became a cold moon but afterwards, i keep making a wave of blankets on top of my ocean bed

woo to this song fits so well im crying

just imagine him getting so shy around you, but still trying

aaahhh ideal boyfriend i swear

ღ jongho

♫ playing now : leave the door open by bruno mars

i ain't playing no games every word that i say is coming straight from the heart

they killed this fucking cover

bruno mars-lover jongho gets this song ofc

i literally can't listen to the song normally without hearing his voice LMAOO

this song is such honeymoon phase vibes omg

i'm here just waiting for you come on over, i'll adore you

liiiike jongho gives me husband vibes

like he doesn't fuck around

all genuine love

probably gives the BEST bear hugs in the fucking world

aight fuck tumblr they keep fucking up my format :((

writer's block sucks, but this was quick n easy :D

ღ lune

#ღ the lune sees all #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez headcanons #mingi #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #san #wooyoung #jongho #yeosang #mingi fluff #hongjoong fluff #seonghwa fluff #yunho fluff #yeosang fluff #san fluff #wooyoung fluff #jongho fluff

[belamourelysianlimerence]

Hi, just wondering if you could write a oneshot with either jack or barbossa about dancing in the pearl or a headcanon about having a first kiss with them.

SO HILARIOUS YOU ASK!!! I just had a dream about just that thing last night.(But it was too plot holed to turn into a fic) Lemme see what I can do...

I Wish...

[Gen. Neut. Reader X Jack Sparrow [[will rt w/ barbossa fic when finished]]]

The Black Pearl sailed smoothly that night. The water as black as his eyes; gazing at the full moon above. You watched him from the entrance of his quarters. The way he was leaning on the taffrail, shoulders shrugged up to his ears, and hands clasped together. He seemed... elegant.

In another world, another time, he could have been like Will Smith. You thought part of him perhaps wanted to be, but he loved his freedom too much, and hated the EITC too much to stay on land longer than necessary. Besides, then he'd never be the boy you fell in love with. You walked up to him with a smirk on your lips.

"Sparrow."

You noted him before standing beside him, copying his pose.

"What are you doing? Wishing on stars?"

He smirked back. "Perhaps."

You laughed, looking out to the sky. "What is it that you're wishing for?"

"Rum." He smiled. Not even a pause, just like Jack.

"Mmmm... really though..." You looked at him. "What's something you really wish for?"

He hummed thoughtfully for a moment before shrugging. "Not really something I would normally discuss."

"Why?" You tilted your head. "Is it a secret?"

"No." He shook his head before looking to you. "More like... unachievable."

You turned to rest your back on the railing, crossing your arms. "How so?"

He pointed to his own face. "Pirate."

This made you even more curious. "But, aren't you the pirate who strives for the unattainable?" You teased.

He chuckled and leaned back, hands grasping the rail. "I strive for what's probable. But, I know there are things I want that I'll never have."

"Like what?"

"Aeh..." He turned strolled over to a barrel. "Just...things." He picked up the bottle and examined it closely.

"Are they things you're missing from the life you've left behind?" You asked curiously.

He glanced at you. "Yes...but it's not quite as simple as that."

"Nothing is with you..." You walked over to him. "Tell me."

"How can I trust you with such information, hmm?" He raised his brows.

You sang him his own song. "Have I ever given you any reason not to trust me?"

He seemed taken aback, he tilted his head up just so, making it seem like he was looking down on you. "Hmm." He put the bottle under his arm and walked back into his cabin.

Oh no, that's not the end. You followed him.

"That's not fair, Jack."

"Life's not fair.." He frowned at you from over his shoulder.

"Jack, you can't do that!" He picked up a cup. "Who says I can't?" a little more irritated that one...

"You once told me, long ago that you'd trust me with this ship, The Pearl!"

"Perhaps I changed me mind.."

"Jack!"

He poured himself some wine and took a long drink before turning to face you. "You."

Your heart stopped. "What?" You blushed. "If you're trying to woo me... I don't think this is how you normally do it."

"Because I'm not." He stated while walking up to you. "And don't look at me like you're so shocked, love. Believe you me, I understand what the world's like. I know that someone like you would never accept someone like me, alright?"

You just stared at him. "What does that mean? What kind of person do you think you are?"

He huffed. "Someone who's always had his heart set on something, someone who never has enough to live for, a man who wants only to take what others have."

"And what do others have that you don't?"

"Happiness!" He practically shouted it.

Your heart thumped. It was something hearing him say out loud that made your breath catch. He had no idea how much those words hit home.

"And what would truly make you happy, Jack?" You were cautious in your questioning.

"...A spouse... I suppose... children...maybe...peace and quiet...no one abandoning me." His tone dropped, and your eyes widened.

"Hey..." You grabbed his arms, and he averted his eyes from yours. "I know you've been through a lot..." Jack attempted to wriggle out of your grasp. "And I know you rarely have anyone to trust... So, I'm gonna be completely honest with you, okay?" "I love you."

He stopped and looked dead in to your eyes.

"I'm in love with you, and I have been for a while. I actually thought all the same things you did, and that's why I've never told you. But Jack, I promise you that in your brightest days, and your darkest nights I will be right here. I am not like them... you know that. In fact... I'm actually more worried about you abandoning me... you love this life too much... too much I think, to give yourself over to anything else, let alone me."

You blinked and everything was different. He leaned in and kissed you, he was gentle with you. You kissed him back, and he brushed his fingers against your cheeks and into your hair.

And though the ship swayed you both went with it, using eachothers weight to your advantage. It was like you were dancing. He sighed with some relief as his body relaxed and his heart slowed down a bit. He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

"I can get quiet jealous, you know..."

He's testing, you thought. "So can I. But I hope you'll come to me if that happens, let me talk with you..."

You had reached your hand down and took his own, with no particular plan you wound up caressing each others hands.

"I can get quite irritated.." He looked at you with a sad smile.

You shrugged. "You're cute when you're mad."

He laughed at that. "I'm not the best of people."

"You're a good man, Jack..."

"Ugh, don't bring Elizabeth into this." He whined, which made you laugh.

"Aww, did she break your heart?" You gently tugged on one of his locks, admiring him.

"No, she reminds me of me self too much."

"Do I remind you of yourself?" You looked up at him.

"No." He smiled, wrapping his arms snug around your waist. "You just became exactly who I needed you to be."

{EPILOGUE}

A few hours later, you sat near the front of the ship working on some rope that had been knotted up. Jack was back at the helm, steering his beloved pearl with his calling card hat just so. The men had started to wake and were one at a time crawling onto the deck like wet rats. But, as the wind gently blew your hair out of your face, and the sun rose just ahead, enveloping you in golden light. Jack only had eyes for you.

"Now, bring me that horizon."

#self ship #f/o community #self ship community #self shipping community #self ship positivity #f/o #f/o post #f/o stuff #f/o tag #self insert community #f/o x reader #captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow #jack sparrow x you #jack sparrow x reader #did i actually write this?!?!?!!😆😁