#she wooed and proposed to him first

[emacrow]

Danny stuck in justice league dimension, where he can see and hear ghosts in his deages form. A couple persistent ghosts kept trying to bribe him to get adopted by a fruitloop.

"But your majesty.." a hoarsed female whispering of the ghosts who were floating behind Danny trailing along side him..

"Batman mean well, you didn't had to kick him so hard in the shin.." said a stern male voice whom sounded disappointed but amused.

"Batman is a fruitloop and I know he have a underground lair with how many similar robins he got!" Danny grumbled after he stole some purple clown's cash wallet.

"You have to admit Thomas deary, he did just jump out of nowhere and scared the poor boy half to death. He gets that from you." Said another female ghost.

"Oh, when he act all creepy, he get it from me but when he all suave and so Adonis like, then he is your son." Grumbled a male ghost who kicks can only going through muttering every now and then.

"Well you did say yes when I proposed to you, my love~." Purred the female ghost looking all snugged inching over to the male ghost.

"Ew, go be gross somewhere else." Danny pretending to fake gag after he peek back to the ghosts whom were literally fighting one moment and acting all ooey gooey like.

Danny should've took those lesson from Wulf to learn how to make a portal through dimension..

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ young and beautiful ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ cho sang-woo x wife!reader headcanons

¡!being cho sang-woo’s wife and the mother of his children would include¡!

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story is set in one in which sang-woo did not participate in the squid game!

╰┈➤ you met cho sang-woo shortly after moving to south korea for university, a change that felt both exciting and overwhelming as you navigated a new country, culture, and language. he was older by over two decades, and already well-established, but what stood out was his willingness to help when no one else would. he was the first person to offer help, whether it was explaining local customs, recommending places to visit, or simply showing you how to get around the bustling city. over time, you found yourself drawn to his intelligence and quiet charm, while he couldn’t help but admire your determination and work ethic. though feelings grew between you, he hesitated to pursue anything. his age, his position, and the way others might perceive it held him back, until one evening, seeing you laugh with one of his business associates stirred an unfamiliar jealousy. it was that day he decided he could no longer let his doubts keep him away from you. one tentative date became another, and soon he realized he couldn’t imagine life without you. when he proposed, it was grand and heartfelt, affectionate words filled with sincerity and a shimmering marquise diamond ring that left you breathless

╰┈➤ as a senior banker at joy investments, he was a man of considerable wealth, known for his meticulous taste and generosity. when you began planning the wedding, he insisted that no expense be spared, telling you to choose anything your heart desired, venues, dresses, flowers, all of it. yet, you surprised him by requesting something modest, intimate, and elegant, surrounded by your closest friends and family. it wasn’t the lavish wedding he had imagined, but he agreed immediately, because your happiness was his priority. the ceremony took place on a lovely winter day, a serene snow-covered backdrop that felt almost dreamlike. you wore a gown of delicate lace and flowing silk, understated but breathtaking. as you walked toward him, for one of the rare times in your life, you saw sang-woo, your composed, polished husband, unable to hold back his emotions, his eyes misting as he whispered how fortunate he was to say you were his wife.

╰┈➤ his mother’s disapproval was the only dark cloud over your union. she pictured her son marrying someone more mature, someone of wealth and prestige, a perfect complement to his status. you, young and from a different background, didn’t align with the future she had foretold for him. sang-woo deeply respected his mother, but for the first time, he went against her wishes, defending you against her cruel insults and snide remarks. although, the tension was palpable, and to keep the peace, he made the difficult decision to limit how often the two of you interacted. though it hurt him, he believed protecting you from her criticism was more important than maintaining appearances.

╰┈➤ your honeymoon in paris was something out of a storybook, a city you had dreamed of visiting for years. he spared no expense, booking a suite with a view of the eiffel tower and planning luxurious dinners at michelin-starred restaurants. each charming outing was magical, from strolling along the seine hand in hand to sipping coffee at quaint cafés. despite your lack of interest in designer brands, he couldn’t resist spoiling you, filling your wardrobe with elegant dresses, shoes, and jewelry from the most exclusive boutiques. he loved seeing you wear them, the way they highlighted your natural beauty, and though material things never mattered to you, his joy in giving made you happy to indulge him. it was during that trip that you realized how deeply he cherished you, not for how you looked or the labels you wore, but for who you were and how you made him feel.

╰┈➤ domestic life began shortly after your marriage, a chapter marked by sophistication and routine. sang-woo continued his demanding career at joy investments, managing high-profile clients, navigating the complexities of stocks and portfolios, and keeping the firm’s reputation impeccable. you, on the other hand, settled into the role of a housewife. though you had earned your degree in literature, your dream had always been to live a life of comfort, dreaming to create a warm home and eventually building a family. the estate sang-woo provided was grand yet cozy, a blend of modern luxury and understated grace, perfectly mirroring the life he anticipated for you both.

╰┈➤ despite his serious and composed demeanor in the office, sang-woo was tender and loving at home. mornings began with him pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving for work, a soft ritual that made you smile. evenings were punctuated by tender affection, his arms wrapping around you while you cooked, his chin resting on your shoulder as he asked about your day. you became his sanctuary, the one person who could ease his troubles after the stresses of work. in your presence, he shed the weight of his career, revealing a side of himself reserved only for you. to him, you weren’t just his wife, you were his heart, his home, and the person who gave meaning to his otherwise complicated and burdensome life.

╰┈➤ yet, nothing in life was perfect. sang-woo’s devotion to his career often consumed him. he was a workaholic to his core, and while you admired his ambition, it came at a cost. late nights at the office became common, and he’d frequently stay later than expected with little warning, leaving you waiting at home, dinner cold on the table. business trips overseas became routine, and there were mornings when you woke to find his side of the bed already empty, a brief note on the nightstand apologizing for having to leave. the loneliness crept in slowly, settling akin to an unwanted guest in your posh estate.

╰┈➤ whenever you voiced your feelings, the conversations often turned heated. you told him how much you missed him, how the empty spaces in your life couldn’t be filled with flowers or jewelry, no matter how extravagant. yet, despite the arguments, his apologies always came, his voice soft and regretful, his eyes filled with guilt. he’d arrive home with bouquets of your favorite flowers or delicate pieces of jewelry that sparkled like promises, as though material gestures could mend the strain in your marriage. while you appreciated the thought, it wasn’t enough to replace his presence, the comfort of having him by your side. still, you stayed, believing in the love you shared and hoping that, someday, he’d learn to balance the life you built together with the career that often stole him away.

╰┈➤ it wasn’t long after settling into married life that you discovered you were expecting your first child. the news brought a visible change in sang-woo’s attitude and priorities. once so deeply consumed by his career, he began to shift his focus to you and your growing family. he cut back on his grueling overtime shifts, started declining overseas business trips, and even made the effort to reduce his smoking, something you had been urging him to do for years. suddenly, attending every prenatal appointment with you and ensuring you were comfortable and cared for became his top priorities. while his care was thoughtful, it sometimes bordered on overbearing, his constant checking on you, his insistence on preparing every meal himself, and his planning for the baby’s arrival left little room for you to so much as breathe. but his concern came from a place of genuine love and devotion, which made it impossible for you to be upset with him. he personally oversaw the construction of the nursery, situated just across from the master bedroom, carefully selecting every detail. though he openly expressed his desire for a son, you reassured him that you’d be happy no matter what, and deep down, you knew he would be, too.

╰┈➤ pregnancy took a toll on you physically, leaving you exhausted and often unwell, which only added to sang-woo’s worry. as your due date approached and the strain on your body grew, he made the decision to take paid leave from work to stay home with you. it was a rare and unexpected move for someone so career-driven, but to him, nothing mattered more than your health and the safety of your baby. he doted on you endlessly, even when you protested that you were fine. he rarely left your side during that final, difficult trimester.

╰┈➤ after nine long months, you gave birth to a healthy, beautiful baby girl. the day he saw her, sang-woo’s face lit up in a way you had never seen before. you had worried he might be disappointed not to have the son he had hoped for, but all those thoughts disappeared the second he saw you holding your daughter. the exhaustion in his eyes melted away as he gently cradled her in his arms, overwhelmed by the sheer joy of becoming a father. to him, she was perfect in every way, and he promised to be the best father he could be.

╰┈➤ as time passed, sang-woo returned to work, though he made a conscious effort to balance his career with fatherhood. he rearranged his schedule to ensure he could be home in the evenings, often taking over baby duties to give you some much-needed rest. he would rock your daughter to sleep, bottle-feed her in the middle of the night, despite his initial clumsiness. seeing him so involved only deepened your love for him.

╰┈➤ for the first time in years, you saw sang-woo’s mother again. after the tension she had caused in the past, he had kept her at a distance to protect your feelings and sanity. however, for the sake of your daughter, you allowed her into your home. while her attitude toward you remained cold and judgmental, her demeanor softened the moment she held her granddaughter. she doted on the baby in a way that made the visit bearable, and despite her lingering disapproval of you, she seemed determined to be part of the child’s life.

╰┈➤ there were instances when your insecurities crept in, especially as you adjusted to motherhood. sang-woo worked with many beautiful and graceful women, and their flirtatious comments or longing gazes at him often left you feeling inadequate. but sang-woo, perceptive as ever, always reassured you. he’d tell you, in his gentle, earnest way, that no woman in the world compared to you. “they’re nothing to me,” he’d say, the two of you laying in bed, your head resting on his chest. he told you of how he would ignore their salacious advances with indifference. “you’re the only woman i see, the only one i want.” his words, paired with the devotion in his eyes, reminded you just how deeply he loved you, silencing any doubts you had.

╰┈➤ sang-woo adored your daughter, showering her with gifts and affection from the moment she was born. nothing was too extravagant when it came to her happiness, he filled her room with every toy imaginable, dressed her in designer gowns that sparkled like a princess’s, and even had a custom-built playground constructed in the backyard. though his generosity was touching, you often worried that this endless indulgence might cause her to grow up materialistic or take such luxuries for granted. when you gently brought this up to him, he would smile kindly and say, “i only want her to have the best.” despite his protests, you encouraged him to invest in her future as well, suggesting academic tutors alongside the dollhouses and dresses. he quickly agreed, hiring the finest educators to foster her growing mind, proving once again that he wanted her to have not just material wealth but a strong foundation for success.

╰┈➤ just a year after your daughter was born, you gave birth to a son, the child sang-woo had initially hoped for. this second pregnancy was far easier on you than the first, and while he didn’t need to take as much time off work, sang-woo was just as attentive and loving as ever. every evening, he would return home from the office, setting aside his briefcase to embrace you, his hand instinctively resting on your growing belly as if to remind himself of the life you carried. “i can hardly believe you’re real at times,” he would whisper, kissing your forehead with adoration. when your son finally arrived, sang-woo’s pride and joy were unmatched. though he was thrilled to finally have the boy he had dreamed of, his love for both his children could not be described in mere words, they were the light of his life.

╰┈➤ as the years passed, your life became a comfortable and fulfilling routine. mornings were spent preparing breakfast together, the sound of your children’s laughter filling the house, while evenings were reserved for family dinners and quiet moments in the living room. your daughter was preparing to start school soon, and the thought left you with mixed emotions. as a mother, it saddened you to see her take her first steps into the wider world, while sang-woo, ever the protective father, was filled with worry. “she’s still so little,” he would mutter, clearly uneasy about letting her out of his sight. meanwhile, your son, still too young for school, remained at home, following his father around the house with wide, admiring eyes.

╰┈➤ professionally, sang-woo’s career flourished. over the years, he had received numerous promotions and had become a well-respected name in his industry. he began to consider starting his own investment firm, an ambition he had steadily nurtured since his younger days. he often sought your opinion on the matter, valuing your insight as much as your adoring support. no matter where life led, you knew your place would always be by his side, as a loving wife and mother to the family you had built together. together, you and sang-woo had created a life of love and stability, one that neither of you would trade for anything.

a/n: let me know your thoughts or if you have any requests! also i promise more cho sang-woo fanfictions are coming soon, i am prioritizing requests as i write these for you all!! 🤍

[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 whole 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 to 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 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.

[sylusjinwoon]

This is such a random question but have you ever written a story where the reader goes with jinwoo to the international guild conference(I think thats what its called)

Im not asking you to write it, you’ve already written so much. Its just that you have so many works I struggle to find a specific one

Byeeeeeee! Have a good day/sweet dreams

hey sweetheart! and no, i don’t believe i wrote a story where the reader attends a conference with jinwoo. however, i can help you find a specific jinwoo story that i have personally written to suit your needs! so i have made a summary of every single jinwoo story i have written under the cut with their links ♡ !

1. { sparkle } - first jinwoo story i have ever written told in jinwoo’s POV where he realizes he’s in love with reader

2. { 3RR0R } - where the system shows jinwoo that his soulmate is not cha hae-in

3. { pillowtalk } - reader speaks to jinwoo about her love for him while he sleeps.

4. { season’s call } - reader is constantly under protection from jinwoo’s shadow soldiers.

5. { hold me like a grudge } - investigator!jinwoo protects the reader while hiding a secret from her.

6. { surround you } - jinwoo is away on a business trip, leaving reader alone as she muses on how much she misses him.

7. { like you do } - reader is a young woman living in the real world who gets the chance to live out her dreams of being with jinwoo in his world.

8. { butterfly kisses } - reader comforts jinwoo during a bad day.

9. { love letter of flowers } - florist! reader and s-rank hunter! jinwoo fall in love 💐

10. { slow dancing in the dark } - reader sees jinwoo dancing with hae-in and feels envious.

11. { boyfriend headcanons } - general fluff headcanons

12. { arise } - reader is resurrected as one of jinwoo’s shadow soldiers due to a tragic event.

13. { rose-colored boy } - jinwoo takes care of a sick and feverish reader.

14. { sands of time } - academy arc; reader can’t stand jinwoo and lowkey hates him… or does she?

15. { light in the darkness } - antares!jinwoo basks in the reader’s softness.

16. { tiptoe } - reader is kept hostage as potential leverage, but it fails when jinwoo brutally attacks her captors to teach them a lesson.

17. { snooze } - reader loves to humble jinwoo by calling him dorky nicknames.

18. { enough is enough } - reader and jinwoo get into an argument.

19. { motherland } - jinwoo comforts reader after her failures.

20. { love me for me } - reader can’t stand being second best to her sister, hae-in.

21. { follow you } - reader becomes anxious at work due to a persistent co worker who can’t leave her alone…

22. { house of gold } - jinwoo fumbles his proposal LMAO

23. { headfirst for halos } - first yandere jinwoo fic.

24. { penpal } - academy arc; jinwoo wishes to get closer to his beloved reader.

25. { proud to be yours } - jinwoo makes a huge announcement during a press conference.

26. { the dark knight } - reader is a capable hunter who can’t stand it when jinwoo purposely prevents her from attending raids.

27. { musings for yandere jinwoo } - more yandere stuff

28. { moonlight } - jinwoo becomes captivated by reader when she calls him a strangely unique nickname.

29. { anomaly } - reader gets isekai’d into the world of solo leveling.

30. { of gifts and curses } - jinwoo muses how his strength and power are for the sake of protecting his beloved…

31. { reader inserts } - reader gets emotionally scarred after reading a painful reader insert.

32. { too sweet } - jinwoo falls in love with a reader who is the embodiment of sunshine.

33. { peaches } - a love story between jinwoo and the reader whom he has always loved.

34. { the only exception } - yandere jinwoo who falls head over heels for reader at first sight, willing to do anything to keep her by his side.

35. { selfish } - jinwoo being a jealous bby 🥰

36. { belong to you } - 100% jinwoo spice / thirst post

37. { touch starved } - jinwoo tries to woo (lmao) the reader and win her heart ♡

38. { cry for me } - another thirst post based on an ask ♡

39. { lover is a day } - comfort fic for jinwoo

40. { heartbreak feels so good } - reader is embarrassed with having a one night stand with jinwoo and wishes to forget. unfortunately for her, jinwoo wants nothing more than to remember and finally claim reader as his.

41. { marked by you } - more thirst posts for jinwoo

42. { the prince and the pauper } - historical romance / fairytale au with prince jinwoo sung and a commoner reader

43. { darling } - a yandere story with a twist. yandere jinwoo and yandere hae-in are deeply in love with the reader and would kill each other just to have you all to themselves…

44. { company } - lmaoo reader keeps friendzoning jinwoo, and he hates it.

45. { autobiography } - reader is an author that wants to write jinwoo's biography; what more can i say? 🥰

46. { perfect } - 18+ only, another thirst post for jinwoo

47. { saturn } - will jinwoo learn to love the reader’s true self hidden beneath a cheerful façade?

48. { slow it down } - boy next door jinwoo! what more can i say 🤭🥰

49. { that green gentleman (things have changed) } - single dad! jinwoo x daycare worker! reader

50. { god is a woman } - 18+ thirst post / drabble

51. { the admirer } - jinwoo loves to annoy the reader to capture her attention

52. { not a want but a need } - 18+ thirst drabble

53. { marry me } - the title says it all, really 🤭

54. { your heart belongs to me } - another 18+ thirst post

55. { the haunted one } - academy arc story where reader can see jinwoo’s shadow soldiers and becomes terrified of him.

56. { me + you } - another cute academy arc story where reader is struggling with math and jinwoo tutors her

57. { of painful auras and cute boys } - university au; reader has a migraine and needs to be saved;;; but by who ;3c

[autumn-sweet-fae]

Jayvik + CaitVi Arranged Marriage Royalty au concept

But, Viktor isn’t the one Jayce is engaged to.

Piltover is ruled over by a council of family houses

While Zaun has One royal family that looks out for their people and keeps the Barons in line.

The council proposed arranged marriage, declaring it a wonderful way to reforge their once severed bond, as equals. And yet, the offer is for Jayce Talis, the 24 year old head of the lesser house Talis, to marry Violet, the newly 18 year old eldest princess and heir to the thrown of Zaun.

After the proposal King Vander has to talk his husband King Silco down from declaring war for the obvious fucking slight.

To offer such a minor house as the groom-to-be to their daughter and heir, as if the kingdom of Zaun is little more than a vassal state for them to exploit yet again. They did not fight and sacrifice so much for their sovereignty to be given such disrespect.

But there are trade relations to remember, and livelyhoods of their people to protect, so they begrudgingly accept the proposal after some serious haggling.

They demand for Jayce Talis to be who travels out to Zaun, instead of the suggested insulting idea of Violet going to Piltover, and for there to be an official courting period where princess Vi holds the right to cut off the engagement at the months end if she so chooses.

The council agrees and promptly ship Jayce Talis off to Zaun by the days end.

The expediency of his quick arrival does raises a few eyebrows as well as suspicion,

As it should… because had Zaun not agreed to the proposal, Jayce Talis would have instead been exiled for his crimes of attempting to create magic.

His trial had been a secret, as all house related trials are. His mothers pleas for mercy to not have her boy banished to some far off continent had been what had given the counselors the idea to use him instead as their political pawn.

But, if he fails to secure this engagement by the months end, then both he and his mother will be stripped of their house statues and banished.

So Jayce, force to surrender his life’s work in hextech (save for a single notebook he managed to hide), is escorted across the river to Zaun to woo a princess he has never met before. He doesn’t even get to say goodbye to his mother or his only friend Caitlyn.

Meanwhile, Viktor, respected inventor and tutor to the royal children of Zaun, (and the unofficial fifth adopted sibling if you asked those children) gets a front row seat to the explosive fallout from Vi learning about the engagement.

It’s obvious to everyone who knows her that she will absolutely be rejecting the proposal to this man the second she that can. But the fact that she has to court this Piltie pretty boy for entire month?? And he’s arriving TODAY???

How Viktor got roped into being the one to welcome Jayce to Zaun, he’ll never know.

Once Viktor believes his stalled long enough for Vi to agree to the charade, he brings the him to properly meet her. Jayce and Vi’s introduction and pre planned first date would be so fucking awkward and even hostile a first.

Jayce would be spiraling because he can tell how much she hates him and it’s becoming clearer and clearer the more he get to know her that there is NO CHANCE she’ll feel anything for him beyond friendship at best by the months end.

He’s set up for failure, there’s nothing he can do here to save his mother from His mistakes…

In a rush to excuse himself, his secreted notes gets left behind. Vi finds them and mistakes the scientific and mathematic notes to be something of Viktors so returns it to him.

Viktor is enthralled by the research he finds, surprised to discover this clearly belongs to Jayce (who signs every page of his notes). He simply must find Jayce to ask him about what this all means.

Viktor does not expect to find Jayce attempting to step over the railing of his fourth floor balcony.

Much like in Arcane, Viktor talks Jayce down off the ledge, inspiring him not give up and to continue his passion for science. Jayce opens up to Viktor, telling him the true reason he was chosen for the betrothal. How he was the expendable would-be exile with ideas too dangerous for Piltover.

“But not too dangerous for Zaun.” Viktor tells him

With those words the two dive into his research together, spending days in Viktors lab to recreate Jayce’s lost equipment before they’re finally able to test their theories.

Meanwhile, Vi cannot say she’s disappointed to be stood up for another of her and Jayce’s scheduled ‘dates’, but she is curious as to what the hell he’s up to. Not enough to investigate herself, no, she’s much happier running around Zaun with her siblings and checking in on her people.

Until she finds a young Piltie enforcer trying and failing to not draw attention to herself.

The enforcer, Caitlyn, informs Vi that she’s currently investigating a sensitive case regarding the relations between Piltover and Zaun and request Vi direct her to where she might fine a contact to the royal family house hold, if not Jayce Talis himself.

Vi, deeply amused by this topsider who clearly has no idea who she is, decides to spend the day giving her the run around for her own entertainment and to get more info from her.

Now, the truth of Jayce’s situation is incredibly dangerous for anyone to know. Offering a member of a lesser house for a princess heir’s hand in marriage is bad enough, but a criminal exile?? The uproar, the unrest, what were the counselors even thinking?? A sentiment that had been privately discussed between Caitlyn and the young counselor Mel Medarda. Mel had hoped talking with you younger Kiramman might give her insight on her mother’s ideals as well as Jayce’s character due to their friendship. Instead she inspired the young woman to take up the investigation personally.

Over the plot, Vi and Caitlyn grow closer to each other. The ladies both unaware of each others true statues as the Princess of Zaun and the High Counselors daughter of the Great House Kiramman.

Meanwhile Jayce and Viktor fully realize hextech and discuss the possibilities for it in Zaun, while also trying to figure out what to do about the engagement and how to save Jayce’s mother.

My plot ideas fizzle out here, however there is still the idea of Piltover still pushing for the engagement and throwing an ultra fancy ball to celebrate the desired couple’s official announcement once the courting period ends.

Everyone is invited, the councilors, heads of houses, the Zaun royalty and barons. All waiting in anticipation for Princess Vi’s arrival on the arm of her betrothed beau Jayce Talis.

Only for Vi to appear at her own engagement party with her betrothed beauty Caitlyn Kiramman on her arm. To Caitlyn’s mother’s horror and Vi’s fathers’ delight.

All this providing ample distraction for Jayce and Viktor to smuggle Ximena Talis out the back and into a carriage headed for Zaun. Viktor making sure to act as the perfect gentlemen to his future mother-in-law.

[thegettingbyp2]

Austin butler x reader

Reader and Austin are married and Austin does his first interview as a married man and tell them about how he met the reader and there love story plus maybe to add to the cuteness he announces that he is also gonna be a father

A Lot of Changes

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You were sitting front row in the audience, waiting for Austin, your husband, you walk onstage. He was currently in the middle of the press tour for Masters of the Air but this was his first interview since your wedding and you knew that he was going to be asked about it. You looked down at your hand, smiling when you saw the dainty gold band that was now sitting on your ring finger before being jolted out of your thoughts when you heard the rest of the audience applause as Austin walked on stage.

He’d spoken about Masters of the Air for about fifteen minutes before the interviewer changed the topic. ‘So, we’ve seen on your lovely girlfriend, no, your lovely wifes Instagram a couple of wedding photos,’ he said, causing Austin to smile softly, looking down at his ring before lifting his head, his eyes finding yours instantly and his smile growing. ‘How was it?’

‘One of the happiest days of my life,’ he replied, smiling. ‘I’d been ready to propose pretty much a week after we started dating so it’s been a long time coming but it was so worth it. We got married in this big stately home and she looked so beautiful,’ he said, his voice trailing off as he found you once again in the audience.

‘You were ready to propose after a week? And how long had you been dating before the wedding?’

‘So, we met when filming began again for Elvis after lockdown and she was wandering around the set, offering to get coffees for everyone. I’d noticed that she started doing that pretty much every day so one morning when I heard that she was making her rounds, I decided to go and get her a coffee and surprise her. The only downside is I now have to get her coffee every morning,’ he joked, making everyone else in the studio laugh.

‘And how did you propose?’

‘Well, I wanted to make this big deal of it, I had a plan where I’d booked a couple of days off work and I was going to take her out on a date, you know, really try to woo her. And then because we were in Australia, we were going to spend a couple of days in Sydney and on the last evening I was going to take her to a show at the Opera House, she’s always wanted to go and I was going to propose after the show, by the water. It didn’t really turn out like that, I jumped the gun a bit and our trip to Sydney ended up being a bit of an engagement-moon kind of thing,’ Austin explained, laughing softly. You smiled to yourself as you remembered the night, about a year and a half ago now.

You were waiting in Austin’s trailer for him to finish filming, curled up on the sofa with a film playing softly on the TV. You’d spent the day packing a couple of bags for you and Austin after he’d surprised you this morning by telling you that he was taking you to Sydney for a long weekend. The sound of the door opening made your head turn in the direction of the sound and you smiled tiredly as you watched Austin walk in.

‘How was filming?’ you asked softly when he came and sat down on the sofa next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing heavily.

‘Long,’ he replied, the end of the word being cut off slightly by a yawn and you moved your arms to wrap around him, tangling your fingers in his hair and scratching lightly. ‘That feels amazing,’ he murmured, his eyes closing as he let his weight lean onto yours more.

‘Well, you don’t have to go back onto that set for the next few days. We’re going on holiday and I don’t want you even thinking about work for the whole time we’re away, you hear me?’ you asked, tilting his head to face you. As soon as his eyes were on yours, his body relaxed and he leaned in to give you a quick kiss before groaning against your lips.

‘I still need to pack, I was going to on my break earlier but I completely forgot. I won’t be long and then we can go.’

‘I’ve packed your bags for you, they’re on the bed with mine so we’re good to go whenever you’re ready. I didn’t know what kind of things you wanted to take so I’ve packed some hoodies as well that you might - ’

‘Marry me.’

His words cut you off straight away and you pulled back slightly, keeping your arms around his neck, to look at him. ‘What did you just say?’ you asked as Austin moved to sit more upright on the sofa, hooking your legs over his arms and pulling them across his lap, trying to pull you closer to him. He leaned in closer, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at you.

‘Marry me,’ he repeated softly, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. ‘I had this big plan where I was going to take you to the Opera House and propose while we were away but I couldn’t wait.’

‘But I’m in ratty sweatpants, one of your hoodies, this isn’t the time to propose to someone! I mean, I look - ’

‘Perfect. You look perfect ,’ he said, grinning at you now as he tugged you even closer, until your nose was brushing against his. ‘So, what do you say? Will you marry me?’

‘Will we still get to go to the Opera House?’

‘Yes,’ he replied, laughing.

‘Then yes!’ you exclaimed, pulling him in for a kiss.

When Austin had finished recounting the story of his proposal, the studio erupted in applause and you couldn’t stop the blush from rising in your cheeks. ‘And how has married life been treating you?’ the host asked, grinning at Austin.

‘Incredible, we had our honeymoon in Spain and since being back, everything’s just felt so right and amazing and there’s a lot of changes going on at the minute so it’s terrifying but so exciting at the same time.’

‘What kind of changes are you making?’

‘Well, uh,’ Austin chuckled nervously, his hand running along his thigh as he adjusted his seat and looked over at you, looking for permission. Smiling back at him, you nodded gently. Austin grinned back at you before turning back to the host. ‘We’ve been changing one of the guest rooms in the house into a nursery. About three months ago, we found out that we’re going to be parents.’

The applause that followed was deafening and you and Austin couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction, neither of you knowing what you were expecting. Once the applause had died down, the host wrapped up his interview with Austin. Austin thanked him and stood. Instead of heading off of the set, he made his way over to you, sitting on the floor in front of you and grabbing your wrists, draping your arms around his neck.

‘You were amazing up there,’ you murmured into his ear, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the top of his head as his fingers absentmindedly began to play with yours.

‘Thank you, baby,’ he replied, craning his neck around to look at you, nothing but love in his eyes. ‘How are you guys doing?’

‘We’re just fine,’ you said, smiling warmly at him, ‘the amount of interviews you’ve got lined up over the next couple of months, they’re going to know just how big their daddy is before they’re even born.’

Austin tilted his head backwards until your face was upside down in his eyes. ‘I love you. Both of you.’

You leaned down to quickly peck his lips before moving your hands to cup either side of his face, running your thumbs along his cheeks. ‘We love you too. Now, be quiet, we’re trying to listen to the rest of the show.’

[lurochar]

Yandere Alastor x Reader who refuses to talk and not just to him but to everyone. Maybe one day he came off way too strong to her and ever since then she hasn’t spoken a word. How would he react? It’s almost like she’s ignoring him as she always has the far off look in her eyes even when he’s speaking to her.

Not sure if this is quite what you requested, Anon, but hopefully it’s a little satisfactory >_<

Warnings: Yandere!Alastor, Violence

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Everyone is quite worried about you. They have no idea why you suddenly just stopped… talking, but Husk and Vaggie have a pretty good guess and it definitely has something to do with their hotelier because of course it does.

Alastor, on the other hand, thinks your reaction to his… proposal (not literal, but aww, if you took it that way, he wouldn’t have refused your darling little self) is cute at first. So you’re playing hard to get, making him work for it? Usually, it’s demons coming to him asking and begging for deals in exchange for their souls, not the other way around.

Perhaps he was a little too forward, blunt in asking for your soul right away? It seems he was a little too eager to have you solely for himself that he completely forgot his manners – he didn’t woo you like a gentleman should.

After a proper courtship, only then should he have sweet talked you into giving him your soul.

But after a while, you refusing to speak, to him, to anyone – just avoiding everyone in general, completely spooked by the near loss of your soul (and Alastor, on some level, can understand your way of thinking, you are relatively new to Hell after all), well, it’s starting to irritate Alastor a little. 

He does want to hear your lovely voice again.

So, he starts out small, casual things – acts of service, maybe cooking your favourite meal, doing one of your chores around the hotel, buying a trinket on one of his outings. He does hope you’ll be at least polite enough to thank him for what he’s doing for you, but all he gets is a shaky nod before you’re running to the ‘safety’ to your room.

That’s fine, there are other ways to make people talk.

He just didn’t want to have to use them with you, but he didn’t realize you were this stubborn and if his kindness was wasted…

Alastor goes to collect any and all acquaintances, friends, and family members of yours to be rounded up and brought to his radio tower. His shadow has forcibly sealed you in Alastor’s room at the hotel and you have to listen in absolute horror as familiar screams are being broadcasted to you through the multiple radios in Alastor’s room.

“My sweet Doe, I will stop this, but we must make a deal first. Do promise me you will never give me this dreadful silent treatment again and I won’t lay a finger on any of these souls again. Do we have a deal?”

You are completely frozen in fear, the screams echoing in your head. Is this a trick? If you go there, is that what Alastor would do to you too? You don’t answer Alastor’s question, you can’t.

There is a sigh over the radio and Alastor’s shadow perks up, picking you up a moment later and you’re silently panicking, wondering if these are your last moments alive as you and the shadow travel through the voids right into Alastor’s radio tower.

“Interesting. I didn’t believe I would have to go this far, but…”

A breath escapes you and you tense when Alastor pulls you up from the ground, drawing your back to his chest (though he has to lean down some) as he places his hands tightly on your shoulders, claws ripping the fabric of your clothes. “While I may prefer the auditory experience, some are visual learners, I suppose.”

At some point, you believe you completely dissociate, unable to keep watching Alastor brutally torture your friends outside the hotel and the few family members you had found and reunited with in Hell and it’s then that Alastor strikes.

He does cast a spell on you after he’s finished with what started this all, his proposal for your soul and now he’s thinking about it, a real proposal may be coming very soon.

It’s a spell intended to scramble your mind, thoughts, and memories if you ever decide to talk with Charlie and the others again (he honestly thought about just stashing you away elsewhere, but seeing as he spent the majority of his time at the Hazbin Hotel, you would be safest there too), that you would not recall anything that Alastor had just done to you or that he now owned your soul to begin with.

After all, he certainly did not need Charlie to call Lucifer up if it ever did get out what he had put you through just to get you to speak again and to get you to sign your soul over to him.

Alastor had what he wanted and he would not let a little deadbeat ruin it.

[loreic]

Hyuluka Crumbs

Actually this ain't crumbs. This is A LOT of info.

Info comes from the Shanghai & Thailand QnA, am compiling all this mainly for my own personal reference for fics but imma just post it here in case anyone else needs it (lemme know if I missed anything)

Source: Twitter/X/XHS (credits where credit is due but jesus I would need a citation generator to properly reference everyone)

Hyuluka (+Hyun-woo):

Q: In the "if" route (modern AU), when will Hyuna and Luka get married?

A: Probably as soon as they reach the legal age for marriage

Q: Who would propose first? Hyuna or Luka?

A: Luka

Q: After Hyuna and Luka gets married, who does the cooking?

A: Luka

Q: What would Hyuna and Luka wear for their wedding?

A: Whatever Hyuna wears, Luka will go along with it. But Luka in a wedding dress would be pretty funny (laughs)

Q: What does Luka like the most about Hyuna?

A: Her height, because he can hug her easily.

Q: Between Hyuna and Luka, who fell in love first?

A: Luka

Q: Where would Hyuna and Luka go on a date?

A: Luka would prefer somewhere quiet

Q: If Hyuna and Luka have a fight would would make peace first?

A: On stage or during training Hyuna would make peace first. But in the Garden Hyuna would win the fight.

Q: What if Hyuna and Luka had a child together?

A: They would have one daughter. Hyun-woo would be very jealous and Luka would dote on the child.

Q: In a world where Luka and Hyuna have a daughter, and their daughter gets confessed to, how would they react?

A: Hyuna would probably let it go, while Luka would try to ward them off because he's protective of his daughter.

Q: Who will Luka and Hyuna's daughter be like?

A: She's absent-minded sometimes like Luka but also acts before thinking sometimes like Hyuna.

Q: How was Luka and Hyuna's first kiss?

A1: If it was at Anakt Garden era, there would be a kiss that kids like to do, a childish kiss.

A2: If it was in real world, Luka and Hyuna's first kiss would be when Luka kissed Hyuna and asked her to be his girlfriend.

Q: Over the past 7 years, how did Luka live according to Hyuna's last wish for him to 'live with love'?

A: It was like hell for Luka, he suffered so much (it was like torture)

Q: Why does Hyuna love Luka?

A: Luka is a weak person and must be taken care of. Hyuna saw Luka's weakness and loved Luka.

Q: What does Luka like about Hyuna?

A: Hmm... Sometimes when people like each other, you can't really explain why, right? Love can be like that sometimes.

Q: Did Hyuna have any thoughts about getting Luka out of ALNST?

A: It depended on the situation. She did have thoughts about getting him out, but the plan she had laid out was more important than what might have happened in the future.

Q: If Hyunwoo were still alive, would he be jealous or try to hinder Luka? (AU not related to the main storyline.)

A: There would be some protectiveness, but Luka's courtship would be persistent.

Q: If Hyunwoo was still around, would he and Luka be lovable rivals or best friends?

A: Probably not friends! They’d definitely argue and clash all the time—competing constantly like it’s their full-time job.

Food!:

Q: Among the six of them, who is the best cook?

A: Sua is the best, Hyuna is the worst, and the others are about the same

Q: Who can handle spicy food?

A: Till is obsessed with spicy food, but he's also the one who can't handle it. Luka is probably the best at tolerating spicy food.

Q: If everyone goes to eat pan-fried pork (bbq) together, who will be the griller and who will be the one to eat?

A: Ivan will be responsible for grilling for everyone. Till would also do the grilling because he’s the maknae. As for Luka, he would only sit and eat.

Hope!:

Q: Will there be a Luka comic?

A: This is a spoiler and it won't fun if I told you. So please stay tuned.

[sadlynotthevoid]

Okey, but, I feel like og!Cale is the type of person that, if someone tried to make fun of him for a crush, he would be like "ah, yeah, that's true" and openly admit it.

So, og AlbeCale AU where whenever someone tries to mock Cale about liking Alberu or asks him about it, he downright says the truth. Regardless of who is hearing him.

As in, maybe once someone asks if Rok Soo and Cale are dating because they seem close (in part because they're kind of close, and in part because Cale keeps knowing what he is thinking, but they don't know that's just a Cale thing). And Rok Soo is like:

Rok Soo: Nah. This guy's type are baker princes.

Cale: You got it wrong. I don't like any princes who bake, I like Alberu only.

And Alberu, who was drinking tea on the background, suddenly chokes on his cup. Which they notice, of course.

"Oh. Hey, Al. Are you okay?"

—Totally unfazed for having Alberu heard the whole conversation.

He's so shameless about it and it's completely unintentional.

He has no idea of how people treat their crushes normally nor is interested on doing the same. He knows that some people tend to get shy, but a decade purposefully acting as trash killed most of his shame— Well, at least when it is about others' opinions of him—. If he wants to do something, being laughed at is not what's going to stop him.

And what he wants is to say how adorable he thinks Alberu is, so that's what he does.

Rejection? He isn't proposing anything. He doesn't plan on dating or wooing Alberu either. It's not that he wouldn't like it, it's just that it hasn't occurred to him that that's even an option. For him, who had spent years hearing everyone say the worst of him, the idea of someone wanting him by their side is so far away that it has yet to form.

So he keeps making casual comments about how cute Alberu is when he's confused, or "his hair looks so soft, I bet it feels that way too", or "he looks so handsome when he's tricking people. I like it more when he doesn't have to, tho", while everyone else feels embarrased for it. Except Rosalyn, she thinks it's hilarious.

Of course, he's pretty much respectful about it, never crossing the line to sexual harassment. And he would stop if Alberu told him too, but he doesn't. He kinda didn't realize that was an option at the beginning and, at this point, he got used and actually enjoys it a bit (a lot).

Cale: oh, sweets! They're my fifth favorite thing in this cruel world.

Rosalyn, fully knowing what she's doing: what are the other four?

Cale, carefully choicing which cake eat first: Well— *rising a finger per item* my family, animals, Alberu and wine. In that order.

Alberu: *frowns* I'm only third?

Cale, picking a chocolate tart: Mm? I loved animals since before meeting you and, at this point, is a part of myself. The other day I saw a dog and spent two hours squatting at her side without realize. It was not a conscious decision, it was... a soul impulse, let's say.

Alberu, looking at his thighs because damn, that's a lot of time to stay in that position: Oh. Wait, you've also loved wine since before meeting me.

Cale: Yes, but drinking wine is a choice. I can live happily without it. You would be... more difficult to leave.

Alberu: *processing* (that means— can't be happy without me aksjdjsj) "blushes hard*

Rosalyn, looking at Alberu's silly fuming face: (don't laugh don't laugh) Pff—

Cale: cherry pie? *Holds a mini pie in front of Alberu*

The turn tables when Alberu realizes that Cale doesn't have resistaince against genuine compliments. He never takes fake glibbery words seriously, but if someone says the slightliest good thing about him and they mean it, he'll become a mess. He just— doesn't know how to react when someone believes anything good about him.

So, Alberu starts complimenting him seriously— as reprisal, of course ("that's just flirting, nephew. You two are flirting, stop calling it vengeance"). Small but real things, details most people doesn't notice, deeper things that he deserves to hear (because, honestly, someone should tell him how sweet he is. How considerate he is. How much he should be appreciated because he's precious. And it seems Alberu is that someone). It works everytime.

Alberu calls his smile cute once and Cale stops talking. Face red and eyes avoiding everything, he can't pronounce a single word.

He calls him kind after Cale subtly helped a strange for no reason (he's obviously doing it in a way others wouldn't notice unless they knew what to look for. Alberu wonders if this is other "Cale thing"). Cale trips and almost gets discovered. When Alberu looks at his face, he's pouting.

Curiously, he doesn't have the same reaction when he gets called smart. He just smiles a bit and sometimes puffs his chest. Huh. Still adorable, tho.

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Would you do a squid game men purposing to reader? Or SG men holding their baby for the first time? Or maybe even both? 🤭 I love your writing so much it’s so cute and sweet.

Characters: Squid game MEN! (The older ones) Sangwoo, Gi hun, Young il, Salesman

SANGWOO

PROPOSING💍

The ocean breeze carried a faint chill, but Sang-Woo’s hand in yours was warm and steady. You stood beside him on a quiet cliffside overlooking the sea—his idea. He had been quiet all day, not cold like before, but thoughtful. Almost... nervous.

You knew better than to pry when he was like this. He’d talk when he was ready.

Sang-Woo glanced at you, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand like he was grounding himself. “I used to come here when I was a kid,” he said finally. “When I needed to think. Or run away.”

You smiled softly. “Were you running away today?”

“No,” he said, looking down at your interlocked hands. “I think for the first time in a long time, I’m running toward something.”

He reached into his coat pocket. Your heart skipped.

“Sang-Woo...?”

He didn’t get down on one knee. That wasn’t him. Instead, he opened a small velvet box right there between you, revealing a simple silver ring. It glinted softly in the fading light.

“I’m not a perfect man,” he said quietly. “I’ve made mistakes—some I can never undo. But the only time I’ve felt like I could still be... human, like I could still be me, was when I was with you.”

You felt the sting of tears behind your eyes.

“I want to build something better,” he whispered. “Not a perfect life. But one where I wake up next to you, and I keep trying. For us.”

His voice wavered just a little. “Will you marry me?”

You didn’t answer right away. You just threw your arms around him, pulling him into a fierce hug as the ring box was crushed between you.

“Yes,” you murmured into his shoulder. “God, yes.”

He didn’t cry—but his arms tightened around you like he’d just been handed a lifeline.

And in that moment, the past didn’t matter. The only thing that did was the future he wanted—with you.

HOLDING HIS BABY🍼

The hospital room was quiet—just the soft beeping of machines and the hush of an early morning sky. The world outside still seemed half-asleep, wrapped in dawn’s cool blue. But for Sang-Woo, it might as well have been a different universe.

He sat beside your bed, stiff in the hard plastic chair, fingers trembling despite the hours of stillness. His shirt was wrinkled, eyes tired—but his heart was wide awake.

A nurse approached quietly, swaddled bundle in her arms.

“Ready, Dad?”

Sang-Woo stood up slower than he meant to, his hands unsure.

“I—I think so.”

The nurse gently placed the baby in his arms, guiding him through the weight, the way the head needed support, how tiny hands curled instinctively.

And then she was gone, leaving Sang-Woo in silence with his son.

He stared down, breath caught somewhere in his throat. The baby squirmed a little, face scrunched, like he was still dreaming. And all at once, Sang-Woo’s mind went still.This little person—his little person—was real.

He tightened his hold slightly, cautiously, afraid to move too fast. The baby’s fingers flexed and brushed his shirt. Sang-Woo let out a shaky laugh, half in disbelief, half in awe.

“You’re… real,” he whispered, voice cracking. “You’re really here.”

He sat back down slowly, never taking his eyes off the baby.

“I don’t know what kind of father I’ll be,” he murmured, leaning in just enough to feel the warmth of the tiny forehead against his chin. “But I swear, I’ll try. I’ll learn. I’ll protect you. No matter what.”

From the bed, you stirred, smiling through your exhaustion. “He already looks like you,” you murmured.

Sang-Woo looked up, and his eyes met yours. There was a softness there you hadn’t seen in a long time—something fragile and beautiful.

He looked back down at his son, who let out a soft, contented sigh.

Sang-Woo smiled, eyes glassy.

“Hi,” he whispered. “I’m your dad.”

GI-HUN

PROPOSING💍

The autumn air smelled clean. Crisp leaves crunched beneath your boots as you strolled beside Gi-hun, his hand warm in yours. Ever since he’d come back into your life—shaky and distant at first—you’d watched him fight his way back from a place darker than most people ever knew.

Today was different. There was something quiet in his eyes, but it wasn’t sadness this time. It was focus. Peace. Maybe even hope.You reached a small park overlooking the river. The sun had dipped just enough to paint the water gold, and Gi-hun tugged your hand gently, leading you to a bench.

“I used to sit here a lot,” he said, voice rough but steady. “Right after… everything. It was the only place that felt real.”

You nodded, giving him time. He’d talk when he was ready. That’s something you’d learned with Gi-hun—he didn’t need pressure. Just patience.

After a long silence, he reached into his coat pocket. “You remember when I told you I didn’t think I deserved a second chance?Your breath caught.

Gi-hun looked at you, really looked, and for the first time in a long time, his gaze held no guilt. Just love. “I think I was wrong.”

He knelt, slow, one knee brushing the leaves.

And then the ring appeared. It wasn’t flashy. In fact, the band looked a little scratched, like maybe he’d carried it around for a while, unsure of the right moment.

“I don’t want to waste any more time wondering if I deserve you. I just know I love you. And I want to spend whatever time I have left making sure you feel loved every single day. Will you marry me?”

You sank to your knees, cupping his face, eyes stinging.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Of course I will.”

He let out a breath like he’d been holding it for years—and when he kissed you, it felt like the final piece of a broken puzzle finally sliding into place.

HOLDING HIS BABY🍼

The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and something sweeter—something new. Life. A beginning. Gi-hun stood frozen at the threshold, eyes fixed on the nurse’s arms as she approached. So small. Wrapped in pink. Breathing.

“Mr. Seong?” the nurse said gently. “Would you like to hold her now?”

His voice caught in his throat. He nodded.

His hands trembled as he sat down. The nurse leaned forward and placed the newborn in his arms like a secret—like something too sacred for words. Gi-hun didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until the baby shifted, a little coo escaping her lips.

His heart cracked open.

“She’s so tiny,” he whispered. “She’s… she’s real.”

You smiled from the hospital bed, exhaustion etched into your face, but your eyes soft with warmth. “She’s yours.”

Gi-hun blinked back the tears that rushed forward too fast. The past surged in waves—debt, guilt, blood-stained memories—but the little girl in his arms? She didn’t know any of that. She only knew warmth. And him.

He gently brushed a thumb over her cheek. “I’m gonna do it right this time,” he said, voice breaking. “I promise. I swear to you, baby girl.”

The baby yawned, as if accepting the vow.

And in that moment, Gi-hun wasn’t a gambler or a ghost of himself. He was just a father, holding his entire world for the first time.

YOUNG IL

PROPOSING💍

Young-Il wasn’t nervous. That’s what he told himself at least.

But then, why was he stirring the pasta sauce like it owed him money?

You poked your head into the kitchen, an amused smile tugging at your lips. "You okay in here? You’re going full Gordon Ramsay on that pot."

He gave a little laugh, cheeks already pink. "Just trying to impress my very picky date tonight."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Your ‘date’ happens to love your cooking even when you accidentally use salt instead of sugar."

“That was once,” he grumbled. “And the rice was still edible…”

You stepped up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “It was sweet rice soup. I still ate the whole bowl."

He relaxed into your hug like he always did, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. You didn’t know what he was hiding behind his back—tucked carefully in his hoodie pocket. The little velvet box felt like it weighed ten pounds. Every time he shifted, he worried you’d hear it rattle.

Dinner was beautiful. Candles, your favorite playlist in the background, and Young-Il pulling your chair out like a gentleman (only bumping your knee once). You could tell he was fidgety—more than usual. His knee bounced under the table, and he kept clearing his throat like he was about to say something and then chickening out.

You leaned in, resting your chin on your hand. “You’ve got that ‘I broke something and don’t know how to tell you’ look.”

He blinked at you. “What? No. I mean—yes. Wait, no.”

You tilted your head.

Young-Il swallowed. “Okay. I didn’t break anything. I just… I wanted to ask you something. Something really important.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He stood up from his chair, then immediately sat back down.

“No, wait. Standing is better.” He stood again, pushed his chair back, then got down on one knee. “Okay. This is happening.”

Your eyes widened, hand going to your mouth. “Young-Il—”“I know I’m awkward,” he began, voice trembling slightly, “and I talk too fast when I’m nervous, and I leave socks on the floor, and I sometimes forget what day it is, but... I love you. Like, deeply. Like I can’t imagine a version of the world where I don’t get to come home to you.”

He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a simple, elegant ring.

“Will you marry me?”

You nodded so fast you nearly knocked over your water glass. “Yes. Yes, Young-Il!”

He laughed, relief crashing into his features as you threw your arms around him, nearly tackling him to the floor.

“I didn’t even get to tell you that the ring matches your favorite sweater,” he mumbled into your hair.

“You can tell me later,” you whispered back. “We’ve got forever now.”

HOLDING HIS BABY🍼

The sterile hospital room was dim, the soft hum of medical equipment mixing with the occasional rustle of paper and footsteps in the hallway. The air felt heavier than usual, charged with a sense of anticipation that Young-Il couldn’t shake off. His eyes remained fixed on the small bundle of warmth cradled in the nurse's arms as she approached him.

His heart beat faster with every step she took. Was this real? His son? The one he’d only dreamt about in fragmented moments between exhaustion and fear, the one he had promised to protect and raise with all the love he had? Today, the moment had come.

“Mr. Young-Il, would you like to hold him?” The nurse’s voice was soft, and Young-Il could hear the gentle encouragement in her tone.

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He hadn’t realized how nervous he was until now, as if all the love and responsibility he felt for this little one had materialized in that very moment. The nurse carefully placed the baby in his arms, adjusting the swaddle so Young-Il could better support his newborn son.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the sounds of the hospital fading into nothingness. All he could focus on was the tiny face now nestled against his chest. His son, with small hands and a soft, almost imperceptible breath, seemed so fragile, so dependent on him.

Young-Il gently rocked the baby, instinctively adjusting his hold, his heart swelling with emotions he wasn’t sure how to name. He gazed down at his son’s peaceful face, the weight of the tiny life in his arms filling him with awe.

“Hey, little one,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m your dad. I’m gonna take care of you, no matter what.” His hands, usually steady and calculating, trembled slightly as he stroked the baby’s soft cheek. The boy’s eyelids fluttered, as if responding to his father’s voice, but he remained asleep.

It was a feeling Young-Il hadn’t known before—a mixture of overwhelming love, tenderness, and fear of failing this tiny soul. But as he looked into the innocence of his son’s face, he knew, in that fleeting moment, that everything would change from now on. He would be different. For him.

"You're safe now," Young-Il murmured, more to himself than to the baby, as a tear slid down his cheek. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until now.

The door creaked open, and you stepped into the room. You had been watching from the doorway, waiting for the moment to feel right. Seeing Young-Il like this, holding your son, the man who’d once been so guarded, so distant, now so utterly vulnerable—tenderly cradling the life he’d helped create—it brought a rush of warmth to your heart.You smiled softly, walking toward him.

“You’re doing great, Young-Il.”

He looked up at you, his eyes glistening with a mix of wonder and fear. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” he confessed quietly.

“You’re more ready than you think,” you reassured him, taking a step closer and gently placing your hand on his shoulder. “He’s going to love you so much.”

Young-Il gave a small, shaky laugh. “I’m not sure he’ll be able to tell yet.”

You chuckled, your eyes softening as you gazed at the little boy in his arms. “I think he already knows. He feels safe with you.”

A long silence passed between you both as you stood there, together, watching the little one in his father’s arms. In that moment, the world outside that room seemed distant, irrelevant. It was just the three of you now—your little family—and nothing else mattered.

And Young-Il, for the first time, felt like he was truly home.

SALESMAN

(yes that's him fishing)

PROPOSING💍

The rain outside was steady, a soft, calming rhythm that seemed to echo the peace you felt in Gong Yoo’s company. It had been a long time since the games ended, and life had finally settled into a quiet normality. Despite the chaos that once surrounded you both, now there was only the hum of a life you had built together, one moment at a time.

You were sitting on the couch, legs curled beneath you, wrapped in a soft blanket. Gong Yoo, as usual, was lounging next to you, a book in hand. His usual intensity had softened over the months you’d been together, and though his enigmatic, often stoic nature remained, there was an undeniable warmth in the way he would glance at you when you weren’t looking.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, drawing your attention away from the movie playing on the screen. You turned your head to meet his eyes. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

You smiled at the memory. How could you forget? It had been a strange, surreal moment, his cold demeanor cutting through the tension like a blade. Yet, in that very moment, there was something familiar in his gaze—a shared understanding of the pain and chaos that life could bring.

"I do," you said softly. "How could I forget? It feels like a lifetime ago."

He closed his book, setting it aside. "It was," he said quietly. "But sometimes, it feels like we were always meant to cross paths, like we were always meant to end up here."

You tilted your head, feeling the weight of his words, but before you could respond, he stood up and walked over to the small table by the window. You blinked, watching him curiously.

From the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a small box, and for a moment, the air seemed to thicken with tension. Your heart skipped a beat. Gong Yoo returned to you, kneeling down on one knee, the box open in his hand, revealing a delicate ring.

"Y/N," he began, his voice steady but filled with sincerity, "I know I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings, but I need you to know that everything I am, everything I’ve done, has led me to you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Your breath caught in your throat as the realization dawned on you. This wasn’t just any ordinary moment. This was his proposal.

"You’ve been my safe place," he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. "And I want to be yours for the rest of our days, no matter where life takes us."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but your lips curled into a wide smile, the emotions swirling inside of you too powerful to contain. With a soft laugh, you whispered, "Yes. Yes, Gong Yoo."

He stood, pulling you into his arms, the ring now safely on your finger. His lips brushed against your forehead in the gentlest of kisses. "Thank you," he murmured. "Thank you for choosing me."

As you held him close, the world outside faded into nothingness. In that moment, all that mattered was the man before you, the life you had together, and the beautiful future you’d continue to build—hand in hand.

HOLDING HIS BABY🍼

It was late in the evening when the hospital room finally quieted, the soft glow of the nightlights casting gentle shadows across the space. Gong Yoo sat beside the bed, his eyes not on the soft sheets or the sterile walls, but on the tiny bundle in your arms.

Your daughter, wrapped snugly in a pink blanket, had just been born hours ago. Her little fingers curled tightly around the soft fabric of the blanket, her face an innocent, peaceful sleep. You had spent the entire day basking in the joy of becoming a mother, and now, as you gently held your baby, you couldn’t help but smile.

"She’s perfect," you whispered, looking up at Gong Yoo, who was standing at the foot of the bed, his usually calm and confident demeanor replaced with awe and tenderness.

He smiled softly, but his eyes betrayed his deep emotion. "She is," he agreed quietly, stepping closer to you. "I can’t believe she’s finally here."

You nodded, unable to find the words to describe the overwhelming joy you felt. You hadn’t expected it to be this beautiful—this surreal. But there was something else, something even more powerful in the room now. Love, raw and unfiltered, filling the space with its presence.

"Would you like to hold her?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.He froze, blinking at you for a moment as if the idea hadn’t quite registered. "Me?" His voice cracked slightly. "Are you sure?"

You chuckled softly, your heart swelling. "Of course. She’s our daughter. She needs her father."

He took a slow, cautious step forward, as though worried the fragile little girl in your arms might break if he moved too quickly. Gently, you handed the tiny baby to him, her warmth filling his arms. For a moment, he simply stood there, his eyes wide as he looked down at her, his face the picture of disbelief.

"You’re holding her," you said, the awe in your voice matching his.

Gong Yoo didn’t reply at first, too lost in the moment to form words. His gaze softened as he looked down at the little girl, her tiny hands grasping his finger. It was as though the weight of the world had shifted for him. His hand, large and steady, cradled her so carefully, as if he was afraid she might disappear if he blinked.

"She has your eyes," he said after a long pause, his voice thick with emotion. He looked up at you then, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I can’t believe she’s ours."

You watched him, feeling a lump form in your throat. "She’s perfect, just like you."

Gong Yoo chuckled softly, his gaze softening further as he looked back down at the baby. "No, she’s perfect because of you."

In that moment, you could see everything—his love for you, for her, for this family you had just started. And as you reached out to brush a lock of hair away from his forehead, you realized that no matter how the world might change, this one moment would remain forever.

A father. A family. And love that would never fade.

[biblical-chronicles]

Show-off

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where Noel tries to woo you with his guitar skills after invitin' you for tea round his house.

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Noel was slowly losing it.

He’d been pacing the length of the living room for what felt like an hour, tugging at his collar, running a hand through his hair only to realise he’d already combed it—twice—and now it was all sticking up again. He swore under his breath, flattening it back down, glancing at the clock, then the mirror, then the door, then—

“Jesus Christ, will you sit the fuck down?”

Liam was sprawled out on the couch, watching him like it was the best entertainment he’d had all week. He had his arms folded behind his head, a shit-eating grin stretching across his face. “You’re makin’ me dizzy, all this prancin’ about.”

Noel ignored him, checking the time again.

Liam let out a low whistle. “What’s this, then? Date night? You takin’ her for a candlelit dinner? Gonna get down on one knee, propose?”

Noel exhaled sharply through his nose. “Shut up, Liam.”

Liam sat up. “Nah, but seriously—cologne? You smell like one of them dodgy fellas that hang about near bus stops.”

Noel’s patience was hanging by a thread. “It’s aftershave, but you wouldn't know that, you gobshite.”

Liam just smirked. “Ohhh, aftershave, right,” he drawled. “Me mistake. Must’ve mixed it up with the stench of desperation.”

Noel clenched his jaw.

Liam leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “And the shirt—fuck me. What’s that, your Sunday best?”

Noel huffed. “It’s just a fuckin’ shirt, Liam.”

Liam grinned. “Riiiight. And she’s just a mate.”

“She is,” Noel said through gritted teeth.

Liam hummed, unconvinced. “Mmm. That why you’ve been standin’ in front of the mirror for ten minutes, fixin’ your hair like you’re off to meet the Queen?”

Noel swore under his breath, dragging a hand down his face.

Liam leaned back with a smirk. “Go on, then—what’s the game plan? Play her a song? Serenade her?”

Noel shot him a glare. “I swear to god, if you don’t shut your mouth—”

Luckily, Peggy walked in then, shaking her head at the both of them. “Noel, love,” she said, resting a hand on his back, “just relax, yeah? It’ll be fine.”

Noel went bright red. “Nowt has to 'be fine'. She’s just a friend!”

Peggy just gave him a knowing smile before leaving the room, and Noel just wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

Then the doorbell rang.

His stomach dropped.

Liam sat up, still grinning. “Go on, then, lover boy.”

Noel practically sprinted to the door, flung it open, and there you were, standing on the step, smiling at him.

“Alright, Noel?” you said, tilting your head.

Noel swallowed hard. “Uh—yeah. Yeah, sound.”

He hoped you didn’t notice how rigid he’d gone the second you stepped through the door.

He was trying to keep it together, really. He wanted to be all effortless and casual, like this was just another day, like he wasn’t on the verge of an aneurysm over the fact that you were actually here, in his house, in his space, looking at him like that. He cleared his throat, nodded towards the hallway, and mumbled, “Come on, then.”

You smiled at him, stepping inside, and he turned quickly to lead the way upstairs—quickly, because he knew Liam would open his gob at any second, and sure enough—

“Oi!” Liam’s voice rang out from the living room. “No funny business in there, yeah? Keep the fuckin’ door open—Mam’s orders.”

Noel quickly turned back to him. “Fuck off, Liam!”

You bit back a laugh, watching as he turned back to you, clearly mortified. “Just ignore him,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Twat’s got nothin’ better to do.”

“It’s alright,” you reassured, still grinning. “It’s funny.”

Noel huffed. “Yeah, dead funny. I’m laughin’.” But he did relax a little when he saw you weren’t put off by it.

He guided you to their shared room, letting you step inside first before closing the door, but not all the way, because if he so much as thought about doing that, Liam would materialise out of thin air to take the piss.

You looked around, taking in the room, your gaze landing on the collage of posters covering the walls. “Oh, you’ve got a Smiths one,” you noted, stepping closer to inspect it. “Good taste.”

Noel watched you, something smug bubbling up inside him, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out, way too deliberately, “I can play some Smiths, y’know.”

You turned to him, raising a brow, and he immediately realised how fucking stupidly obvious he sounded.

You smirked. “Alright, you little show-off.”

That was not the reaction he needed. You clocked him. You knew.

But then, to his absolute relief, you didn’t call him on it. You just plopped down on the edge of his bed, casually swinging your legs. “Go on, then,” you said, nodding towards the guitar propped up against the wall. “Let’s hear it.”

Noel hesitated, suddenly hyperaware of everything. His hands, his breathing, the fact that his heart was racing.

But you were looking at him, waiting, and he’d dug this hole, so there was no backing out now.

He grabbed his guitar, settled onto the bed next to you, and began playing. He messed up a few times, fingers slipping on the strings, but you didn’t laugh, didn’t take the piss—you just listened, nodding along to the melody, a small smile on your lips.

When he finished, you clapped lightly, grinning. “Not bad. Don’t have any change for ya, though.”

And Noel, still riding the high of not completely embarrassing himself, smirked and went, “Oh, you could always pay for the performance in another way—”

The second the words left his mouth, he realised exactly what he’d just implied.

His entire body seized. “Oh, fuck—no, I didn’t mean—” He cut himself off with a groan, face burning. “That’s not—fuckin’—I wasn’t sayin’—”

You giggled, amused by his panicked rambling, and before he could go any further, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

His brain short-circuited.

When you pulled back, you just smiled at him. “It’s alright.”

Noel blinked, barely managing to keep his voice steady as he muttered, “Right. Yeah. Cool.”

You just tilted your head to the side. “So, uh… maybe now I can get a proper kiss, then?"

Noel froze for a second, staring at you as if he couldn’t quite process what you’d said, his lips parted, trying to find something coherent to say. He managed a weak, “Right, yeah, if that’s what you want.”

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so sorry for the late hour but it's still summat !!

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[saturnville]

what happens in madrid��� [1/2]

pairing: jude bellingham x black oc (naomi sinclair) summary: what happens in madrid… warnings: none. tags: @emjayewrites @cocobutterqwueen @neeville @neewrites @cosmic-parker + anyone else who likes football fics? let me know if you want to be added! an: when I tell you this took me forever…I truly hope you like my delusions put into a fic 🩵 and this gif!!!

part two: …stays in madrid

“Let me take you out. Make your trip one to remember.”

Naomi considered herself a smart woman. University-educated with street smarts that were more profound than a person would assume for her age. She intentionally thought through every scenario; understanding that everything she said, thought, and did came with a consequence.

She didn’t know what it would take to see a six-foot man with caramel skin and chocolate brown eyes approaching her at a local restaurant and boldly attempting to woo her, to let go of all her inhibitions and throw her common sense out the window. She knew him, yes, but she didn’t know him. Hell, he could kill her within the next five minutes.

Did it phase her? No. For once, she let her curiosity outweigh her logical mind and fell victim to his gleaming smile and charming nature. She was on vacation, she tried to reason the best she could. On vacation and being pursued by a fine young man who insisted she have a good time during her stay. So, she pushed her hair over her shoulder and gave him a smile that raised his eyebrows in interest. “Pick me up from here tomorrow.”

-

“Well aren’t you beautiful,” he complimented as she walked toward his vehicle, dark and brooding, much unlike the man he’d presented himself as. His comment had her lips curling upward to a smile. She thanked him, accepted the kiss on her cheek, and tried not to fold when he guided her to the passenger’s seat.

“Thank you,” Naomi replied after some time. “You are dually handsome, sir.” And that was a fact. She appreciated his subtle approach to fashion. Everything he wore was high-end, that was evident, but it wasn’t flashy. His aura and confidence spoke for him. He wore the black button-down and matching short set with an easy confidence. The dark sunglasses over his eyes completed the look, only emphasizing her thoughts.

Jude smiled and proceeded to drive out of the hotel lot. They engaged in small conversation, picking up from where they left off the previous night. They were different but had a lot in common. She, too, was the oldest of two, save she had a sister rather than a brother. Unlike her, her sister didn’t take an interest in football, rather participated in cheerleading and went to university on a cheer scholarship.

“That’s amazing,” Jude commented genuinely. “She graduated right?”

Naomi shook her head. “Not yet; she’s still got time. She’s a first-year, but she’s already planning her graduation trip. She wants to go to England.” His ears perked up and a sly smile crept on his lips. She rolled her eyes playfully but accepted his proposal to share places she should visit whenever her sister went to England.

“You know,” Jude spoke minutes later as he guided her out of the vehicle. She took his extended hand and thanked him, straightening her thigh-length skirt. “I don’t hear Spain as a place for solo travel often. What prompted that?”

Her response was delayed by her infatuation with the sights above her. They were outside of a museum. Not just any museum, but the National Archaeological Museum. She was inwardly awed. He took note of her love for history and art and took her to the museum. She could kiss him right then and there.

“Glad you took my advice and wore comfortable shoes.” They both glanced at her New Balance sneakers that complimented her neutral-toned outfit. She wore a gray cropped top, knee-length distressed shorts, and a white fitted cap to match. “We’ll be out for a while. I know a good lunch place not too far away if you want to go later.”

Naomi smiled. “Looking forward to it.”

-

“Oh, it’s so beautiful!’ Naomi refrained from touching the meticulously handcrafted bust in front of her. Her eyes gleamed with wonder and adoration. She adored museums. They were where art and history kissed and refused to gasp for air. There was nothing like it.

From behind her, Jude nodded slowly, not paying much attention to the busts, but rather her child-like excitement and sun-like glow. He could have cursed himself for doing all of this for a woman he’d met less than 36 hours before, but the feeling deep within him outweighed the logic his brain tried to present him with.

A pretty woman whom he just happened to speak to at dinner had agreed to let him take her around Madrid for vacation. Just as he did, she’d taken such a liking to him that she agreed to spend time with him until she left ten days later. He had ten days to be in her presence and he’d been damned if he let his mind ruin it.

“Yeah,” Jude spoke up after some time, his eyes following her. “Very beautiful.”

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adyajalyn you go out of the country once and start befriending strangers like a dumbass

adyajalyn is he cute though?

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“So, do you plan on returning to Madrid in the future?” Jude asked as they walked in a local park, hand in hand. Naomi tilted her head to the sky and swung their hands together. “Or was this a one-time trip?”

“I’ll be back. Especially if I have a reason to return.” She turned her head to meet his eyes, which were already awaiting hers. She saw something within them--excitement, interest, and desire. It made her stomach clench and her face grow warm. “So, hopefully, I will.”

The wheels began to turn in his mind. She’d be gone in ten days. He’d go on break in fourteen days. Would he be insane to try and get to know a woman who was nowhere near Madrid? Maybe. But, who doesn't like a little crazy?

After some time, Jude spoke up, “I’d like to think you will.”

Her eyes twinkled. She said nothing after that but the step she took closer to his body said more words than her mouth could and he accepted it gratefully.

-

“You can come in if you’d like,” Naomi said shyly as they stood outside the door of her hotel. Her fingers fondled her braids as she awaited his response.

Jude’s lips spread in a content smile as he nodded. “I appreciate that. Give me some time to shower and I’ll be back.”

Naomi grinned like a kid in the candy shop. They exchanged their goodbyes and she was left to freshen up and keep her mind occupied as she waited for his arrival.

Shortly after her shower, she got a phone call from Adya, whose face was filled with interest as she immediately asked, “Who is he?”

Naomi chuckled, “Well hello to you, too. And to answer your question, he’s a nice guy I befriended at dinner one day. Just showing me around the city. And before you call me a dumbass, yes I know it was dangerous.”

“As long as you know,” Adya shrugged. She then smiled softly. “Is he treating you nicely at least? Not a total creep?”

Naomi nodded. Jude was more than nice. He was incredibly kind and attentive. The thought of her leaving the following week drove her mad but she tried her best not to ponder on it too much. She’d enjoy the present moment.

“He’s a nice guy. Sucks that I’ll leave, but that’s why I’m just basking in the moment.”

Adya hummed. “If you’d like to make it work, it could be possible. Would take a lot of effort, but it could work if you both wanted it to. I think you might have to build a friendship first, though.” That drew a small laugh from Naomi who agreed wholeheartedly.

Just as she was peeped to respond, his name dropped down from a banner.

Jude

— Hey, pretty girl. I’m outside.

Adya, not blind to Naomi’s sudden grin, hollered and said, “Girl, go talk to that man and call me in the morning.”

“Bye Ady!”

Naomi tossed her phone on the bed and kept off the mattress. She patted her braids, soothed her sweatshirt, wriggled her manicured toes, and strode toward the door, opening it wide.

Jude stood on the other side, a smile on his face as he held up a dark bag. “I come bearing gifts.” Naomi moved out his way and allowed his entry. “This is a nice room.”

“Thank you. The booking company gave me hell so they upgraded me to a suite.” Naomi pointed to his bag and tilted her head to the side. “What do you have there?” She sat on the bed and he joined her.

“Heard through the grapevine you like popcorn, chocolate, and good movies.” Out of the bag came varieties of chocolate, a large bag of popcorn, and his laptop, fully equipped with any streaming service of her choice. “Figured we would watch one or two together.”

Naomi grinned like an idiot for the hundredth time that day. He was so considerate it almost hurt. Without much thought, she said, “I could kiss you right now.”

The way Jude’s eyes widened made her heart quicken but the feeling of his lips on hers shortly after caused it to nearly burst in her chest.

He was such a good kisser, she noted, appreciating how he took control yet was very gentle with her. His hands didn’t roam below her waist and he didn’t try to force his tongue down her throat. It was the perfect blend between respectful and polite and grown and sexy. Just as she liked it.

“I like you,” he whispered some time after they pulled away. Naomi’s eyes softened at his confession. She noted how he tried to catch his breath, how his cheeks were rosy from his body temperature rising, how his lips were slightly swollen and smeared with her lip gloss. He was so beautiful.

“Jude…”

He didn’t let her finish. “I like you and it’s crazy because it’s been less than 48 hours but Naomi, there’s just something about you.” Swoon. “You’ll go back home and I’ll be here, but I want to see what my life could look like with you in it. Give you a reason to come back.”

Naomi laughed lightly. Not because anything he said was funny, but because of the insanity of it all. She’d fallen head first for a man she’d known for two days and blushed at every word he said like his sentences were crafted by Shakespeare.

“I like you too,” she admitted. “And I feel crazy saying that because we’re strangers.”

Jude’s eyebrows raised as he nodded. That was the unfortunate fact, but, “We’ve got a few more days to become more than strangers.”

And that they did.

-

“Jude!” Naomi squealed as he tapped her shoulder, causing her to fall in the pool. She didn’t get the opportunity to wipe the water from her eyes before Jude jumped in beside her. She squealed loudly then giggled when he scooped her into his arms.

“That wasn’t nice,” she said, pouting playfully. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her manicured fingers combed through the thick curls on his head, an action that made his eyes flutter. “I’m gonna get you back.”

“Is that so?” he asked, fingers caressing her thighs that were locked around his waist. Naomi nodded, eyes dropping to his lips. “Gonna have to get me first.”

Naomi, as flirtatious as ever, only has to bat her eyelashes a few times and brush her lips against his for him to crumble immediately. The perfect way to get him distracted enough to wriggle herself from his grip and dunk his head into the water.

“Oof!”

Her laugh was loud and boisterous, but he enjoyed hearing it all the same. Jude wiped his eyes when he came up from the water and gave her a look. Naomi giggled as she tried to back away, but her movement was restricted by the water.

Once again, she was scooped into his arms. “You play dirty,” he said. “I like it.”

Naomi smiled. The feelings she felt with him were unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Her face always hurt from smiling, she felt giddy whenever he arrived at her door or called her phone. How would she possibly be able to deal with the distance?

-

“I’ve got to go, Jude, or I’ll miss my flight,” Naomi whispered, tugging her hand out of his grasp gently. “I’ve got to go.”

The dreaded day had arrived. Naomi had to go back home and they’d be without each other (physically) until their schedules aligned again. It was something neither of them wanted to think of but like always, time brought reality back to them.

“I don’t want you to go,” the footballer admitted, swinging their hands back and forth. Naomi smiled sadly, using her free hand to caress his face.

“I don’t want to go either, but we’ll call, text, and FaceTime as much as we can, and we’ll figure it out. We can figure it out.”

Jude’s lips parted to respond but her flight being called over the speakers cut him off. He sighed heavily. Naomi bit her lip to pierce her quivering lips. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you,” Jude replied. He pressed a kiss against her lips.“Call me when you land, alright?” Naomi nodded and took her roller bag in her hand and began to walk toward her gate.

“Bye Jude.”

He waved sadly.“I’ll see you soon, Naomi.”

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The Albatross

pairing: Lance Stroll x reader

summary: You have quite the reputation, but maybe all the danger Lance has been warned about is a lie

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“A pleasure doing business with you,” you stand up from behind your desk, letting the representative extend their hand to you first. Only then, do you shake their hand, letting your perfectly manicured nails scratch them ever so slightly so they remember who is in charge.

You just closed an acquisition deal, further sealing your reputation as a ruthless business leader. When you want something you go after it, a force of nature that leads to others downfall.

That’s what happens when you are the heir to one of the largest business families in the world. You were raised to be cutthroat yet savvy from birth. You are a L/n, your name strikes fear.

Lance Stroll was lucky. Any other guy in his position would be working under their father. Well, he is, but as an F1 driver, not some c-suite executive. That doesn’t mean he is obvious to other powerful business families, he reads business news often.

“Y/n L/n closes another deal in a string of acquisitions to her portfolio,” the headline says one morning as Lance reads before a team meeting. He’s heard your name, either cursed out or praised by his father, Lance is unsure which. That isn’t the only place, Lance has heard the warnings about you, how you cause death to whatever you set your sights to. Maybe that’s what intrigues him. How can a 25 year old be so feared?

“Lance, I need you to woo Miss L/n. She is interested in sponsoring a team, we need to get her money,” Lawrence says, knowing his son will understand the business side. He hopes that Lance’s business talk will appeal to you. Lawrence heard the mumbling of warning and apprehension across the paddock, likening you to an albatross who will bring death.

“What if she tempts our drivers away, distracting them and killing their career. Or she takes a majority stake and ruins the team,” one team leader had said, more worried about your looks than your money as he added the afterthought. To them, you are the seed that can kill a garden.

Lance finds you walking through the paddock, speaking rapidly in a foreign language into your phone. He waits carefully for you to finish before approaching. You are strikingly beautiful, it disguises your lethal edge. You immediately clock him, knowing who he is before he opens his mouth.

“Mr. Stroll, I assume you want my money, like everyone else here. What make you special? Doesn’t your family have enough money to sponsor the team?” your words cut through the air, a nonchalant air around you. Lance’s brain freezes for a second, he didn’t quite believe your reputation. You weren’t wrong either.

“I’m not here to talk sponsorship. I admire how you conduct business, you know exactly what you want, and you go for it. You probably already know who you will sponsor, you just want to make everyone sweat,” Lance says without thinking, not seeing the ghost of smile on your face.

“Because I am the devil? The albatross? I believe that’s what they call me. Tell me, Mister Stroll, why should I sponsor your team. I could easily buy a whole team, say Haas, get my name out there as the main sponsor. What is in it for me?” you question, curious as to how much Lance knows about deals and negotiations.

“There isn’t, but you’d be partnering with a brand that is known for luxury and class. My family has money in it, meaning it is a safe choice, but you don’t always like safe,” Lance says aloud, knowing there is no way to swing you his way completely.

“I like you, you are honest,” you say before walking away. His point is moot when looking at Mercedes and Ferrari are options. The money isn’t completely yours to spend either, you will propose the sponsorship to your father.

You spend the rest of the warm summer day in the Paddock making the smaller teams sweat. You are unlikely to sponsor a small team, but it is good to check out the options of buying a team.

Lance finds his thoughts drifting to you, you visit his daydreams. He finds you alluring, despite any warning he’s gotten about you. Meanwhile, you sit in your bland hotel room, notes strewn across the bed as you go over the day. Neither of you are aware of your father’s meeting with one another.

The next morning you are sitting in a cafe near the track. It’s cozy, the kind of place with rugs, plants, books, and other decor filling the space. It’s nice, different from your office and the upscale hotels you stay at. You are focused on the book in your hand, so much so that you don’t notice Lance sit across from you.

“I didn’t expect to find you here,” Lance says, a tired smile on his face. You raise your eyebrow, placing a bookmark in the book. You are a naturally curious person.

“Were you searching? Perhaps you can answer some questions for me regarding your team,” you say, setting the book on the table and leaning in ever so slightly.

“I guess so, yeah,” Lance sips his coffee, trying to recall what he can about sponsorship numbers.

“Why are you in Formula One? Every article that I’ve read says you are a pay driver and don’t deserve your spot,” you stare him down, but stop him before he can defend himself. “Luckily, I don’t believe every article I read, and you have okay results, but convince me why I should fund your team,” you suddenly seem so closed off to him, a sharpened dagger ready to kill. Lance feels a thrill run through him, ready to go head to head with you.

“I won’t lie and say my father didn’t help me, but I worked hard to drive with Aston Martin. Bad drivers in good cars consistently don’t place well, but I average a qualifying position of 13 and average a finish of 11. I work hard to improve and move up through the midfield,” Lance watches your body language closely. He can tell by the way you slightly relax and your eyes aren’t narrowed that you are satisfied with his answer.

“Good. Now, partnerships are a two sided deal, ask me what you want,” you lay down what most people believe to be a trap. Those willing to take the opportunity tend to see a reward.

“Are you really that bad? Why do people call you the she-devil of business?” Lance asks the hard hitting question, but you appear unfazed as you sip your coffee.

“I have been known to raise hell and kill a business if needed, but you of all people should know what it is like being the heir to a large corporation. Half of it is exaggerated, and the other half is misogyny. I know what I want, it is unsettling to people,” you answer. Lance feels a strange feeling in his heart, and he knows he is in danger if he falls for you.

“One more. Besides the money, how will I benefit from the partnership, hypothetically,” Lance asks, leaning in slightly, careful not to rest his elbows on the wooden table.

“I will help you with your PR, or at least how to handle the negativity. We seem to be more similar than many realize,” you tell him, catching him off guard. You know how to handle the hate, something he could benefit from. “Even if I don’t sponsor your team, I will help you. Consider a gift, from one nepo baby to another,” you wave your hand between you.

“There is always a catch, nothing is free,” Lance says warily, catching your smirk.

“Ah, yes. Consider it a favor that will be returned someday then,” you don’t show your complete hand, but it is enough to satisfy Lance. You gather your items and leave him at the table. He watches you leave the cafe, the warm atmosphere lacking something without you. Little does he know, he’s slowly worming his way into your thoughtless heart, making you care a little and want to help.

You make your way to the paddock, ready to be wooed by teams as you narrow your decision. As the day progresses, you keep open ears about anyone and any team, needing to know what you may get yourself into. As you take a private lunch in some team’s hospitality, your father joins you.

“Daddy,” you stand up and greet him with a hug. He mentioned that he may stop by to help in your pursuit of an investment.

“Hello, sweetheart. How are things going so far?” he sits down across from you, immediately being served lunch.

“It is going well, I have narrowed it to three teams. The pitch will be complete in a week. How have your meetings been?” you ask in return, knowing your father is hiding something regarding them from you.

“Good, I reached a deal with the Strolls,” you stare at your father, silently requesting more information. You knew he was meeting with Lance’s father, but you were unsure what it was about.

“We have arranged a marriage, of course you can back out at any time, but it does give us access to luxury fashion brands,” your father says. It is a smart business deal, one you had thought of before. The only issue is that your family is better off and more powerful than the Strolls.

“Interesting. I will read over the agreed upon contract and give me thoughts,” you take the tablet from your father, reading the main points of the contract. Of course, it will be combed through and revised by your family’s lawyers, but you appreciate where the deal is at.

You see Lance next later that day. It was a complete accident, you were on a phone call sternly telling off a director who royally fucked up when you walked into the Canadian.

“Consider this your one and only warning,” you say before hanging up.

“Bad day?” Lance holds your arm to prevent you from falling.

“Average. I’ll get out of your hair, I’m sure you have plenty of people wanting to talk to you,” you hide a grimace as you sidestep Lance who follows you anyway.

“That’s okay, I have a feeling you need to vent and no one really wants me around here anyway,” Lance says, you get the same feeling that he had. He’s definitely hiding something. Lance leads you to the rooftop bar of the Aston Martin motorhome.

“It really wasn’t anything serious, well, it was. One of the directors screwed up, but I have a team fixing it. You heard me on the phone chastising him. Your turn to share,” you explain, drinking the complimentary booze.

“I usually try to not let the fans get to me, but sometimes it hurts. It’s not easy having people telling you that you suck at your job and shouldn’t be here,” Lance vents, trusting you enough to be vulnerable. It’s risky, but you both have a silent understanding of the tentative marriage contract.

“I’ve been there, the persona non grata. Have you tried being a business mogul as a young woman? It’s hard getting respect, especially when running and expanding family businesses,” you smile bitterly, looking out over the paddock before continuing.

“None of what they say matters. Every choice we make has gotten us here. Those fans don’t know how hard you’ve worked to get here. I made a ruthless reputation for myself to protect myself because I thought that was how I gained respect that never came. Don’t let that be you,” You finish the drink and stand.

“Wait, can we talk about-“ Lance starts and you know exactly what he wants to bring up.

“This isn’t the right place or time, perhaps after the race,” you say, turning and heading towards the exit, leaving Lance on the roof to think about your advice.

“Ah, Miss L/n, visiting your future family?” Lawrence says quietly, a little humor in his voice, but you see through it.

“Not at all, simply observing. If you think that the contract would gain you my money for sponsorship, then you’d be wrong. Good day, Mr. Stroll,” you say firmly, continuing your journey to the next team.

In the end, your decision surprises everyone. You provide a large sponsorship deal to Mercedes, after many teams expected you to sponsor Aston Martin having being spotted around Lance.

You renegotiated the marriage contract, agreeing to marry by the age 35, but it will be on yours and Lances terms and allows both of you to pull out before then.

Lance convinced you to go on one date, claiming it would be beneficial to have a good foundation for a potential marriage, a claim you couldn’t deny. One, turned into two, then three, then four, which turned into both of you quietly dating one another. You both we each others escapes and rocks.

Everything was going fine until media captured you and reserve driver Fred Vesti laughing at a sponsorship event. Apparently you two looked too cozy and the media was going to run a story on it. You are lucky enough to have connections that saw it before it was send off to publishing.

“Y/n L/n seen with reserve driver, Fred Vesti, at a sponsorship event for her company. We can’t help but wonder if she sponsored the team to get with a driver,” you read aloud part of the article to Lance, it’s the snippet you were sent as a warning, and from your experience there is usually more to whatever rumor they are spreading.

“They are vultures,” Lance huffs, holding you tighter in his arms.

“This is only the start. People read fake news like this and they believe it, then they get mad about it. You wouldn’t believe it,” you shake your head, might as well let it run, trying to kill it will make it worse.

“Is that why you want to wait?” Lance asks, running his thumb over your engagement ring, the one you only wear around your family and close friends, never in public.

“Consider this your warning about what will happen, but ten times worse,” you can only think of what the headlines will be. And if they get wind it started because of a contract? Inconceivable.

To Lance though, it would be worth it. He could go out and defend your relationship and to hell and back. You don’t know about how dark of a place he was in when you met him, and how you were able to help pull him out simply with your presence and your advice.

You may be a devil to the business world, but to him, you are an angel, his savior. He chose this life with you and he would do it again and again, even if there is danger being in a relationship with you.

He helped you too. You were thoughtless, didn’t quite care if you were mean and cold hearted. To you, the business world hated you, so you didn’t show them any care, only focusing on bettering your company and making a name for yourself. You may have swept in and rescued him, but he returned the favor.

A year later you announce your engagement and subsequent marriage. Of course. there are questions about your sponsorship interfering with your relationship -it won’t and it hasn’t- and assumptions it is all PR. Despite all the “warnings” about you, the two of you find the once thing you both wanted in each other. Happiness.

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After Eloping, He Regretted. When He Saw F/N's New Ring, He Begged Her To Throw It. F/N Just Said: You've Been Out Warning: Angst Trigger Warning: Cheating

When Otoya chased after his first love overseas, F/N begged him not to leave. He didn't even look back.

A year later, F/N got married and Otoya flew back.

Seeing her wedding ring, Otoya, who was usually so cocky, broke down. He forced a smile, “F/N, do you want to take it off or should I?” his voice trembled. “I'll buy you whatever ring you want, just toss that one. Please.”

F/N didn't have a big wedding; it was just a small gathering with about a dozen close friends and family.

F/N's husband was so sweet, making sure she didn't get tired and entertaining guests while letting her chat with her friends.

F/N's maid-of-honour, Naomi, was pretty emotional as she watched F/N get married. “I thought you'd wait for Otoya forever.”

F/N lowered her head and smiled a little, “I thought so, too.”

Naomi lowered her voice and asked, “Does Otoya know you got married?”

F/N shook her head, “He doesn't know. He doesn't need to.”

Naomi paused, “I heard Otoya went crazy last night, booked a flight that very night from the US to come back.”

F/N remained silent; he must have been in a rush because his first love left again, just like before. Back then, when she got mad at Otoya and went to America, Otoya booked a ticket right in front of F/N, ready to chase after her.

Flashback

“Otoya, can you not go?” F/N asked, huddled in blankets to recover from a cold.

“Stay home.” Otoya turned to her, making the ticket payment. “Be good. I'll bring you back a gift.”

F/N remained silent; Otoya loved giving jewellery; he had given her lots, but never a ring. But, every gift to Kiyomi was a ring.

“You know our arrangement.” Otoya reminded.

F/N was speechless; Otoya was the one who wooed her, but he had a condition: the relationship must be a secret, especially from Kiyomi.

Basically, F/N was a backup and she had no grounds to stop him.

“When will you come back?” F/N asked.

“In a few days.” Otoya replied.

Unfortunately, Otoya didn't expect that this time, Kiyomi's trip wasn't just a getaway; she stayed a year for school and he stayed with her.

F/N watched as Otoya closed the door and slowly pulled the blankets off her shoulders and walked over to the glass bottle where she had folded 999 lucky papers stars for him. Without a word, she opened the bottle and started undoing the last two papers stars. “ I'm an idiot, aren't I?” she whispered.

Otoya truly loved Kiyomi, even if Kiyomi's been distant for years, never settling down; he loved her willingly. Otoya and Kiyomi didn't worked out, but he and F/N somehow ended up living together for almost three years; but Otoya's heart always belonged to Kiyomi. If she called drunk at night, he'd rush over; and F/N would undo one paper star every time. He still chased Kiyomi overseas, without sparing a thought for F/N; and F/N undid two paper stars every time he left.

Opening her contact list, F/N sent a message to a childhood friend: Come and get me; with an attached address.

About an hour later, Yukimiya Kenyu knocked on Otoya's door, only to be greeted by a feverish F/N.

“You've suffered for three years with him.” Yukimiya mumbled, carrying the sick F/N back to the bed and noticing the unfolded paper star strip.

Right after F/N completed her 1000th paper crane, Yukimiya proposed and they got engaged.

F/N's best friend, Naomi, sometimes asked if she ever thought about Otoya.

F/N would pause for a few seconds and shake her head, telling Naomi that she hoped he and Kiyomi were doing well, that it was best for all of them to forget.

A few days later...

Yukimiya and F/N were having dinner when they ran into Karasu.

“F/N, what's this?” Karasu asked, approaching them. “Did you cheat on Otoya?”

F/N merely snorted, “We broke up; he went after Kiyomi, again.”

Karasu's eyes flashed with shock, “Otoya said you were waiting for him.”

F/N cut him off, “Karasu, you know the deal Otoya and I have with those 999 paper stars, right?” at Karasu's nod, she added, “I unfolded the final two after Otoya chased after Kiyomi the last time. You understand what that means, don't you? I gave him more than enough chances.”

Yukimiya sipped his mocktail, “I proposed right after she folded the 1000th paper crane; she's now my fiance and we're getting married soon.”

“I see...” Karasu muttered and turned to walk away quickly to make a phone call.

“It's all in the past.” Yukimiya assured F/N. “Why dwell on it?”

Late that night...

Otoya called F/N and she got up quietly, not wanting to wake Yukimiya.

As soon as F/N took the call, she was met by Otoya's enraged voice, “Liar. F/N, you're a liar.” all his usual nonchalant swagger was gone; he was trying to hide his anger and there was even a hint of childish hurt in his voice.

F/N remained silent, recalling all the rules Otoya had insisted on: don't stare at him when Kiyomi was around, she would get upset; don't try to hold his hand in front of Kiyomi's friends; don't call when he and Kiyomi were out.

“F/N, I'm really mad.” Otoya gritted his teeth. “Has he ever touched you? F/N, answer me. Did he touch you or not?”

“Otoya, stop talking about Kenyu like that.” F/N responded in a tired tone. “He's really important to me.”

There was silence from Otoya's side and after a while F/N heard something break.

Otoya bit the back of his teeth, laughing word by word, “F/N, you never said I was important to you. Remember, I haven't told you to leave, so you're still mine.”

“I'm not yours.” F/N corrected, snarling. “Since the day you flew to America for Kiyomi and I unfolded the last two paper stars, we were done. 999 paper stars, Otoya, and it took me less than three years to unfold every, single one of them.”

Otoya was quiet for a moment, then softly asked, “So, you're just getting back at me, right? You're with Yukimiya just to spite me. What if I give you a chance to reconsider?”

F/'N's frowned deepened, “And continue being your spare tire? Otoya, stop being stupid. You and Kiyomi worked so hard to be together; just be happy.”

Otoya didn't say anything, his breath was deep and rapid and he hung up without another word.

Some time later...

F/N started planning the wedding with Yukimiya; she was trying on wedding dresses and ignoring several calls from Otoya, but her phone kept buzzing, full of messages from Otoya: F/N, I haven't told you to leave yet. F/N, you'll regret it. What are you doing? Answer me. You never took this long to reply before.

The buzzing was driving F/N crazy, so she grabbed her phone in the dressing room and sent a text back: I'm trying on wedding dresses. Stop texting me.

The phone went silent for a moment, then it vibrated relentlessly.

Left with no choice, F/N took the call, “Otoya, if you keep going like this, we won't even be friends.”

Otoya totally ignored the warning, “What's so good about him? F/N, marriage is not the same as dating. Listen to me, did your parents even approve of you getting married? How about you wait until I get back and talk to them?”

F/N cut him off calmly, “Otoya, stop it. I'm really getting married; Kenyu and I grew up as neighbours as kids, know each other well and love each other. Kiyomi won't be happy with you for doing this. Kenyu already asked my parents for their blessings the other day.” then, she hung up.

A few days later...

With the wedding day drawing close, F/N was about to go to bed when Otoya called again.

“F/N, you're something else.” Otoya's drunken voice spoke. “Are you just using me as a stand-in? Say something.” he demanded. “Why aren't you talking?”

“Then, what about me, Otoya? Aren't I the stand-in for Kiyomi?” F/N fired back. “What were these three years? For three years, I never complained to you. Otoya, it's only been days and you can't handle it?” she mocked, hung up and blocked the number.

Finally saying goodbye to the wasted three years, F/N moved on, got a marriage certificate and a wedding with Yukimiya. She planned everything meticulously, picked out the perfect wedding dress and gave herself her dream wedding.

At the wedding, F/N's maid-of-honour, Naomi said, “Otoya booked a ticket overnight and was rushing back like a madman.”

However, F/N was sceptical; Otoya had finally gotten together with Kiyomi, he wouldn't just leave her like that; therefore she was shocked when Otoya showed up.

The now pale and frail Otoya was holding up a jewellery box and silently watching Yukimiya and F/N; more than watching F/N, he seemed focused on Yukimiya.

With Yukimiya busy with his teammates, F/N approached Otoya cautiously, “Just don't cause trouble. This wedding means a lot to me.”

“Don't wander off.” Yukimiya came to retrieve his wife and kissed her softly.

Otoya had taken the opportunity to leave quietly.

Naomi noticed how Otoya seemed shaken, fleeing like being chased by a beast.

Afterwards, F/N received a text from an unknown number: You never smiled at me like that.

Naomi still observed F/N, “Otoya seemed upset. I've never seen him so defeated. What's up with him?”

F/N just shook her head and said nothing and held Yukimiya's hand even tighter.

Otoya left, asking Naomi to give F/N a ring, causing Naomi to scoff, “Now he buys a ring? Where was that effort before?”

The next morning...

With Yukimiya still asleep from the previous night's activities, F/N slipped downstairs to throw out the empty almond milk carton from the refrigerator.

As soon as she opened the trash bin, she saw Otoya, his face covered in stubble and eyes bloodshot.

F/N, I waited all night, watching your lights go out.” Otoya choked, his voice raspy as he stared at the very visible red mark on F/N's neck. He rasped in despair, “F/N, I'm not well. I feel awful.”

“Get some medicine, then.” F/N shrugged.

“F/N, when I saw you smile at Yukimiya, I thought a lot.” Otoya pressed. “I can be like him to you. I can't handle seeing you with someone else.”

F/N was speechless; waving her right hand, she showed Otoya the wedding ring. The diamond itself wasn't big, but it was a design F/N carefully crafted.

Otoya's face turned whiter, “F/N, take it off. Are you doing to do it or should I? I'll buy you a ring any size you want. Just throw it away.”

F/N shook her head, “I can't do that, Otoya. This is my wedding ring. Kenyu brought it for me and I love it.”

Otoya choked back a sob, “Don't say things like that, F/N. It hurts. It really hurts.”

F/N was about to say something when she saw a surprising sight; Kiyomi was here

Usually so polished and pretty, she looked awful. She looked at F/N incredulously, then at Otoya. “Eita, I didn't believe it when people told me. You broke up with me in the middle of the night, booked a flight back home really just for her?” she glanced at F/N's ring, looking humiliated. “She's so plain and already married. Did you break up with me for her?”

“F/N, I really can't do without you.” Otoya looked utterly worn out. “Honestly, I can't sleep. I haven't slept well in days. Please come back, F/N. I'll change. I'll change everything. I won't even look at another woman.”

Kiyomi was also done; her face flushed, then paled and she finally flung out, “You'll regret this. I won't give you another chance.” she then ran off crying.

“Kiyomi's really gone.” F/N reminded.

“I never planned on being with her long term.” Otoya reached for F/N. “She's just something I couldn't get over. When it comes to marriage, it's just you I have in my mind.”

“Otoya,” F/N rubbed her temples. “I've had feelings. It was you who pushed me away. Whenever I started to have feelings, you always chose Kiyomi.”

“I can change, F/N.” Otoya pleaded. “I will.”

“Otoya, you don't love me.” F/N cut him off. “You just can't accept that someone doesn't love you. It was Kiyomi before, now it's me. But I can't be tangled up with you anymore.” she pointed to her heart. “Now, it's filled with my husband here. There's no room left for you.” with that, she walked around and headed home, leaving the dejected Otoya on the streets.

When F/N opened the door, she saw Yukimiya standing in the corridor.

“Did you hear everything?” F/N asked.

“Don't worry.” Yukimiya smirked. “Otoya called me, told me about you guys and asked if I'd give you up to him. I sent him a wedding invitation as my answer.”

A/N: What, did you guys think I won't write for my second favourite character from Blue Lock? And no, it isn't because he looks like a certain catcher from Diamond no Ace.

Isagi: She lies!

[tinybeetiny]

Proposal: Hyung Line

I know this isn't how traditional Korean proposals are... but I was raised in the US sooooooooooooo yeah :)

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CW: Explicit language, cringey mushy, i tried not to repeat themes and stuff....

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Seonghwa:

The prep for the proposal wasn’t as hard as Seonghwa thought it was going to be, keeping it a secret was the hardest part. You had questioned him all week as to why he was acting so weird and secretive, he would just give you wide eyed innocent look “I have no idea what you’re talking about Angel. Nothings wrong” he said with a nervous chuckle.

When the day finally came around he made Wooyoung distract you the whole day even though Woo very adamantly insisted on helping the set up Seonghwa knew that you were the closest to him and he’d be able to keep you busy the longest. After 4 LONG hours the boys had finally gotten everything ready and Seonghwa’s nerves worsened with every tick of the clock “it’s going to be fine Hwa, she’s going to say yes and you guys are going to have a beautiful life together” Hongjoong placed a supportive hand on his best friends shoulder sensing his nervousness “but that’s the thing, what if she doesn’t say yes” Seonghwa turned with a worried look on his face “you guys have been together for like 4 years now and she looks at you with all the stars in her eyes” Hongjoong said with a smile.

The boys scrambled to get into their places when they heard Wooyoung’s loud laugh approaching “Seriously Woo, you don’t need to drag me. I’m capable of walking by myself” you exclaimed trying to free your hand from his tight grip “psh you’re too slow sweetheart” he chuckled. He stopped abruptly making you run into his back. As you were about to yell at him he stepped aside to reveal the most breathtaking view. The flowers in bloom glowing in the candle light didn’t compare to the sight of your gorgeous boyfriend standing in the middle of it all. You had to take everything in for a minute before your feet would let you move.

“Park Seonghwa. Is this what you’ve been hiding for me? What is all this?” You asked skeptical trying not to let your emotions come over you. He said nothing as he took a step closer to you, taking your hands into his “(Y/F/N)(Y/L/N) from the very first day I met you I knew instantly that you were the one I was meant to be with forever, in this lifetime and every one after that. I adore everything about you from the way you snore to the you and Wooyoung clap like seals when you laugh. I will never find someone who completes me the way you do and I can’t see myself with anyone else” by now the tears were streaming down your face, Wooyoung told you not to wear mascara but you didn’t listen to him.

Your hand flew to your mouth as you let out a happy sob once you seen Seonghwa get down onto on knee “(Y/n) my beautiful Angel. Will you bless me with being mine forever” his voice cracking as he struggle to keep his emotions in. All you could do was nod not trusting your voice not to crack. “Yes?” Seonghwa asked not truly believing you “SHE SAID YES DUMBASS” Wooyoung yelled which was immediately followed him screaming in pain most likely from Jongho.

Seonghwa wasted no time standing up and securing you in his arms, giving you a little spin. “SEONGHWA YOU NEED TO ACTUALLY PUT THE RING ON HER- OW” you shook your head as Seonghwa took your hand into his again, sliding the ring on. You could help the wide smile that spread across your face “you have no idea how hard it was to keep this from you” He said as he let out a sigh

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong was usually really good at keeping things a secret seeing as he’s a Scorpio and all but you instantly caught on when he started planning the proposal. Being the amazing girlfriend you are you decided not to out him and continue letting him plan. At one point you thought that he was doing it on purpose to see if you would ask him about it. “Hey love! I have to run to the studio. Seonghwa wants to go over his part a few times!” Hongjoong yelled from the kitchen. You sat up from the bed a little confused considering Seonghwa was with Mingi Gangnam for who knows why “Okay Joongie! Have fun” you yell back trying not to laugh. Hearing the door close you pick your phone up to call Yeosang “Hey. I think today is the day. He just told me that he was meeting Hwa at the studio” you say attempting to brush your hair.

You were planning on keeping everything to yourself but something about Yeosang screamed secret keeper. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest "Isn't Seonghwa supposed to be with Mingi today?" Yeosang questioned "Exactly! Why else would he lie to me!" Little did you know this was all part of his plan “Well (y/n) do you want to go to the Studio to see if he’s there?” “Ooo yes! Surprise him trying to surprise me!” You say getting up, putting some clothes on “Okay, I’ll come and get you in like 10 minutes” Yeosang said before hanging up.

When you arrived at the studio you were met with silence, not a soul in sight “Hey! I found a letter!” Yeosang yelled as he ran out of the room he was in to find you. He handed you the envelope with your name written on it which you rip open with no hesitation ‘Our first date’ was all that was written “I’m assuming that means to go to the place we went on our first date (duh…)” you say thinking back to the very chaotic date, Hongjoong was so nervous he accidentally spilled his coffee all over you WHITE skirt, you tripping up a set of stairs in the park, a bird stealing your pastry right from your hands “The cafe is close by” you pull Yeosang out of the building to your desired destination.

Upon arrival the cashier smiled and handed you another envelope ‘thankfully no coffee was spilled but still lots to be fulfilled. Your next clue is waiting for you at Yongsan Park' "That's the park where Hongjoong and I had our first kiss" you say thinking back to the redo date he insisted on "Oh Yongsan is only a 10 minute walk from here, let's go" Yeosang was the one to pull you this time. When you arrive at the park you head straight to the little bridge. San smiles when he sees the two of you approach "I'm guessing you have my next clue?" You ask the taller male "Indeed I do" he smiles while handing you the envelope 'That little shop you go on and on about ;)' "The shop is all the way across the city, it's going to take forever to get there" you sigh “its fine! We’ve got all day!” Yeosang gave you a wide smile, you gave him a questioning look ‘What did he mean we have all day?’.

Once you arrive to the shop the store clerk hands you a bag with another envelope attached ‘the amount of times you looked at this dress and never actually bought it. I would absolutely love it if you were to wear it and meet me at the place where we first met let’s say around 6:30’. When you open the bag you find the dress that you’ve been eyeing for WEEKS, you weren’t actually going to buy it thinking you couldn’t pull it off (stfu you’re literally so gorgeous 🙄) “Wow! I like that shade of red! Really goes good with your skin tone” You honestly forgot Yeosang was standing next to you “Let’s get you back to the apartment so you can get ready” you nodded following him back to the car.

2 hours later and you were still getting ready, Yeosang bangs on the bedroom door "(y/n) it's almost 6 and we got to get across town plus it's rush hour" You hear him yell "I'll be out in like 4 minutes" you yell back putting the finishing touches to your makeup and putting on your shoes. "Okay let's go" you say as you walk out of the room "Wow. You look amazing" Yeosang lets out a little gasp "You think he'll like it?" "Oh he's going absolutely love it, Now enough stalling" he says as he holds the front door open for you. Your heart was racing as you approached the very balcony where you first laid eyes on Hongjoong 3 winters ago, despite how cold it was his smile managed to spike your temperature.

As soon as Yeosang pulled up a figured approached, opening your door. "M'lady" Wooyoung bowed extending hang out to you, his hair is slicked back and he's wearing some sort of butler suit. You laugh as you take it. stepping out of the car. "You look absolutely ravishing tonight" He says leading you up some stairs. Once you've ascended the stairs he passes you on to Yunho who is wearing the exact same suit. He offers you an arm which you warmly take and you're off to your next destination. "So... was the suits Hongjoong's idea?" you ask, Yunho says nothing only offering you a wide smile.

When you approach the double doors he gives you a small pat on the head. The doors swing open revealing Jongho and San again... in those dang butler suits. "Right this way" San says as they motion you to follow them. You let out a gasp when you see Hongjoong standing surrounded by flowers and candles. “Oh Joongie” you say tearfully as you take in your surroundings “do you love it? Or do you love it?” He said stretching his arms out “it’s beautiful!” You say tearing up. You approach him wrapping your arms around his neck “I’m glad you like it” he smiles before giving you a sweet kiss “so did I keep you on your toes?” He questioned “you knew I knew?” You asked shocked “ppfffttt of course. I thought I made it real obvious” he laughed “you did. I just thought you were being careless” you shrugged “my love, when have you known me to be careless” his hand comes up to caress your face “whatever. Are you gonna ask me or….?” You unwrap you arms from around him. He takes your hand in his as he kneels down “My love, my everything, I have loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. You’re my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night. At this point you have to pay rent with how long you’ve lived in my head. My love for you is eternal and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So you will fulfill my wishes and marry me” He says as tears run down his face. With the way you were crying you were definitely glad you skipped out on the mascara “yes yes yes yes yes!” You sob pulling him up to you “oh… what’s with the suits?” You ask as you wipe your tears “oh, Jongho wanted them”

Yunho:

Yunho honestly wasn’t planning on proposing that day but with the way the sun was shining and how beautiful you looked, he knew it was the best opportunity. “Wow, YuYu! This place is so beautiful! Where did you find it?” You ask with a small smile “I'm honestly not quite sure. I stumbled upon it one day and thought you would love it" He said taking your hand and moving the two of you along the path (please don't ask where they are because I honestly don't know and I'm not gonna pretend to know). You both walk for a while just enjoying nature and people watching everyone around you.

You notice he’s not with you anymore so you turn and see him down on one knee “Yunho… what are you doing?” You ask as tears fill your eyes “oh I was just tying my shoe” he says cheekily while standing. You smack his chest and he lets a big belly laugh that causes a few people around you to stare. He does this 3 more times throughout the day, pretending to pick up trash, pretending he has a pain in his leg, then pretending to tie your shoe even though you’re not even wearing shoes with laces.

When it’s time for Yunho to actually propose you just stare at him as he’s down on one knee again “oh no sir. You’re not gonna fool me again” you shake your head at him and turn to walk away but you don’t get far as Mingi jumps out of the bushes “Hey (Y/n), where ya going?” He says nonchalantly like he wasn’t just hiding in the bush “what the fuck Mingi?” You give him a bewildered look “come here” he says taking your shoulders and turning you around. You feel all the air leave your body when he spins you, Yunho is holding the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. “I know I’ve faked you out quite a bit today but I was trying to find the perfect opportunity. I’ve been carrying this around for awhile and seeing you today looking so gorgeous and the weather being as nice as it is I figured this was perfect. So (y/n), my sunshine, I would absolutely love it if you’d marry me” his eyes twinkled as he looked up at you “Mmm, nah I’m good” you shrug turning to face Mingi. “What?” Yunho asked as he stood up “eh. I don’t really feel like it” you couldn’t help but smile as you turn back around seeing his shocked face “I’m just kidding YuYu, of course I’ll marry you” your voice cracking a bit as you hold back tears “oh my gosh. You scared me” he laughed placing his hand over his heart “well… I mean you kinda deserved it” you say rolling your eyes. He says nothing as he takes you into his arms, twirling you around. You stick your hand out expectingly after he puts you down and he immediately slides the ring on your finger. “Do I have any leaves in my hair” you hear voice behind you, completely forgetting Mingi was still there

Yeosang:

The boys really didn't get time off very often and this was one of those rare times. Jongho had suggested they go camping for the weekend and surprisingly everyone agreed. So here you sat watching Wooyoung and San arguing about how to put the tent together, from first glance you wouldn't have even thought it was tent considering everything was still on the ground. After 5 minutes of the bickering Seonghwa made his way over to separate the two and pitch the tent himself. After everything was set up the 9 of you sat around the bonfire, the boys reminiscing on the fan meets and the concerts in various cities.

“I uh have to get something from the car. Yeosang come help me” Yunho jumped up giving Yeosang a look “oh! Yeth (sorry)” you looked up at your boyfriend confused as to why the TWO of them needed to go “Hey (Y/N) I need your help with something too” Jongho stood grabbing your hand dragging you in the opposite direction. It had been 5 minutes of Jongho dragging you who knows where and he said nothing “Jongie… where are we going” you asked getting tired of walking, he turned and stared you dead in the eyes shrugging his shoulders “what if we get lost?” Freeing your hand from his, he says nothing as he takes his phone out checking the time “hm okay let’s head back” he says nonchalantly turning and walking back to the campsite. You stand looking at his back confused as to what happened.

The walk back seemed to take longer than expected, you soon realized that you were not walking back to the campsite but rather in the direction of the docks “Um, Jongho… are you going to drown me?” You asked suspicious of his antics “You’re so funny” he chuckles… that doesn’t answer your question. As you approached closer you saw small glows of light on the dock. Your eyes widen when you get to your destination, the rose filled vases, the candles, the rose petals, everything was breathtaking. Jongho lead you to the middle of the creaky wood. Without another word he walked away leaving you alone.

“What the fuck was even that?” You mumble to yourself turning to look at the dark water that surrounded you, any other time it would’ve scared the crap out of you but something about the glow of the candles seemed to ease your nerves “do you like it” Yeosang’s sudden voiced startled you making you whip your head around to see his soft face approaching “jeez Sangie, you scared the mess out of me, you can’t sneak up on me like that” you said clutch your chest “sorry, you just looked so pretty in the candle light” he said with smile. The wood creaked underneath his feet as he walked to meet you. “You know I love you right?” He asked as raised a hand to caress your cheek, you instantly melt into his touch “of course” you say staring into his eyes “no like I really love you, so much it hurts. My soul purpose for being on this earth is to love you, to have you by my side, forever. I want to make this officially forever” he gushes out as he gets down on one knee “oh Yeo” you gasp “what do you say?” He asks hopeful “of course” you whisper out. Yeosang rises to his feet placing your face in his hands bring his lips to yours

I honestly wasn't expecting Hongjoong's to be so long, i just started writing and couldn't stop

[ghost-writing-now]

Flawless Day

Pairing: Choi Woo-seok x reader

A/N: The GIF for this doesn't really fit super well, but there are very few of him - especially in this sizing.

Before anyone gets their hopes up: this is not a fresh coffee sequel. I have part two for fresh coffee completely planned out, but I wanted to get some other one shot stories out, before I started doing sequels. To make up for that, I thought I’d write an original Woo-seok fic to keep you happy. Also for context Mu-dong is the guy who falls asleep while woo-seok breaks into the captain's house (and and the end of the GIF)

Anyway credits to @bronzewasp and @powerful-niya for the borders. Thanks, hope you enjoy :)

To you, Choi Woo-seok was a sweet and kind man.

More often than not, he wore a goofy smile, always making sure to compliment you and treat you sweetly. You believed that the day you had your first date, up until the day he got down on one knee and proposed.

But that didn't change the fact that he was a loan shark.

The job was dangerous, and your sweet Choi Woo-seok would often come home with scars and black eyes, which you would help nurse him back to health.

Woo-seok never minded the pain, but for the past month, he had been determined not to get a single scratch on himself. Every interrogation, or beat down, he made sure to avoid an injury in visible areas - especially the face.

Yeah, maybe his “co-workers” teased him for it, but it was all worth it when he stood in front of the mirror the morning of your wedding day: his face clear of any injuries.

“You look so handsome” Mu-dong praised as he sentered the room, holding both of their dry cleaned suits.

“I know,” Woo-seok spoke proudly as he dragged a hand over his untouched skin, before turning to Mu-dong. “We should get going,”

His best man nodded as Woo-seok grabbed his own bag of supplies and they made their way out of the apartment. Getting out on the street, Woo-seok looked around, confused.

“I don't see a taxi,” He pointed out, and Mu-dong gave him a guilty look. “I was planning for us to take the train.”

Woo-seok gave him an astonished look. “Really?" He scolded, "That’s not exactly glamorous.”

“It’ll be fun,” Mu-dong insisted, and Woo-seok groaned.

It wasn't like the hotel the two of you decided to have for your reception was overly fancy, but Woo-seok had still hoped that he wouldn't be taking public transport to his own wedding. He found it hard to believe money was really that tight.

Mu-dong led the reluctant Woo-seok to the station, trying to keep the groom in a good mood.

As the two passed a McDonald's, Woo-seok paused. “Do you think we should stop and get the bridal shower some food? She’s been there since 6 am.”

He had felt bad that you had to leave so early to get your makeup and dress and the million other extra things brides were expected to do on their wedding day.

“No way. Did you see the bride’s maids' itinerary list?” Mu-dong laughed, thinking back to the document that had been shared with him. “She practically planned out the times they're going to the toilet. They’re all sorted.”

Woo-seok nodded, though he again couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt. While you had a perfectly planned morning, here he was just walking to the station a few hours before the ceremony.

The two made it to the station, waiting for the train as if it were an average Tuesday and not the happiest day of Woo-seok's life.

As Woo-seok boredly looked around, he noticed that an older lady had dropped her wallet. Walking over to her, he bent down and picked it up, feeling mighty generous.

“Here you go, ma’am. I hope-” Without warning, the woman turned rapidly, accidentally hitting Woo-seok in the crotch.

“What did you say?” The hard-of-hearing woman asked, as Woo-seok groaned in pain, surprised by how strong the woman had been. Not receiving an answer from the injured man, the woman looked down to see him holding her wallet.

“You punk!” She yelled, snatching her wallet away and catching the attention of others. “You were stealing my wallet.”

Mu-dong went wide-eyed, taking notice of where his friend was, as Woo-seok shook his head, still unable to talk.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” The woman scolded, whacking him on the back.

“Hey!”

Both Woo-seok and the woman turned ot see a muscular man pointing at them. More specifically, at Woo-seok.

“Were you trying to steal her wallet?”

Woo-seok shook his head, a fearful look over his face.

“Yes, he was.” The old lady spoke smugly, and Woo-seok sent her a glare. The muscular man came stomping up to them, staring down at Eoo-seok.

“No, you've got it all wrong, sir. You see, I was actually-”

Woo-seok didn't get to finish his statement as the man slammed his fist into his face, with such force that Woo-seok fell to the ground.

“That’s what you get for trying to scam an old lady,” The man spat, before gently guiding the laughing older woman away.

Mu-dong quickly rushed over to Woo-seok, doing his best to use his free hand to help him up. “Are you alright? That looked like it hurt.

Woo-seok rubbed his face as he stood up, trying to get the pain to stop. “It did,” He smiled, turning to Mu-dong. "But nothing I'm not used to"

Mu-dong suddenly gasped, finally getting a good look at Woo-seok’s face.

“What?” A panic washed over Woo-seok, confused by the sudden, dramatic reaction.

Mu-dong didn't answer, but the train that pulled up right behind him indirectly did.

Seeing himself in the reflection, Woo-seok groaned as he became aware of the issue.

A big dark bruise was already starting to form under his right eye.

---

Woo-seok lowered the ice pack, checking to see if the swelling under his eye had died down.

It hadn;t, and the colour in his eye had only gotten darker. “Stupid old lady,” Woo-seok grumbled, cursing that woman for running all his hard work.

The door opened as Mu-dong stuck his head in the doorway. “Hurry up,” Woo-seok ordered as he ushered him inside, not wanting to risk any guests actually catching a peek at his injury.

He was doing everything he could to make sure the news didn;t get back to you. You didn't deserve that stress.

“Did you get it?” He asked, and Mu-dong nodded as he took out a bottle of concealer and foundation from his pocket.

Woo-seok gave him an unimpressed look as he snatched the two bottles. “This isn't my colour,” He scolded, and Mu-dong held up his hands defensively. “Sorry, I don't know your shade perfectly. I don't wear makeup.”

Woo-seok held the almost white bottle of concealer up to his tan skin, raising an eyebrow. “In what world do you think this would even be close?”

“I’m sorry, I panicked.”

There was a knock at the door, and both men’s heads turned to it in fear. Mr Kim walked in, looking down at the piece of paper.

“Look, Woo-seok, I know it’s your wedding, and I offered to officiate, but some of the things you're asking me to say are crazy. I mean, I have a reputation to-”

He paused as he finally looked up, noticing the huge mark on Woo-seok's face. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Nothing,” Woo-seok spoke, quickly trying to cover his face from his boss. Mr Kim quickly hit his hand away, taking a closer look at the bruise. “Ahhh, it’s a bad one! How’d you get it?”

“Some guy punched him at the subway,” Mu-dong blurted out, slightly relieved that they now had someone else to help.

"What do I do?” The desperate groom asked, looking for guidance. “Should I ask a make-up artist to come, or should I try to postpone the wedding, or is this just the end of everything I ever-”

“Oh, stop it, you're so dramatic,” Mr Kim yelled, scoffing at Woo-seok's wild imagination. “You go tell your wife,” He spoke bluntly, and Woo-seok gulped.

“You’ll learn pretty quickly that marriages are about partnership. You help each other out, and you work things out as a pair. No relationship lasts if you're sneaking around, if it's with good intentions."

Mr Kim always had a way with words. He could convince Woo-seok to do a lot of things… even if it was the sacriest thing he had to do in his life.

Reluctantly, he trudged to the room he knew you and the maid of honour were getting ready in. He knocked on the door three times, listening to the whispers and rustling on the other side.

The door opened the tiniest bit, and your maid of honour poked her head out of the crack. She looked surprised to see Woo-Seok. “What are you doing?” She hissed at him before pausing. “And what happened to your face?”

“Who is it?” Woo-seok could hear your voice call out from further in the room.

“I want to speak to my bride,” He spoke with as much confidence as he could muster up.

“You can't see the bride before the wedding, it’s bad luck,” The bridesmaid spoke, attempting to close the door on him.

Woo-seok put out his foot, keeping the door from closing. “Hey, stop it,” Your bridesmaid scolded, and Woo-Seok pursed his lips. “I’m sorry, I have to do this.”

Pushing the woman out of the way as gently as he could, he stumbled into the room. You let out a shout, trying to cover up your dress as much as you could with a nearby blanket.

“Woo-seok, you’re not meant to see me,” You scolded, as you tried to turn your half-covered body away. You paused as you noticed his face. “Oh my god, your eye.”

You gasped and Woo-seok winced. He was ready for the scolding of a lifetime. Ready to take the blame for ruining your wedding.

“Are you alright?”

He slowly opened his eyes to see you not yelling, but looking at him gently. He silently nodded as you inspected the bruise lightly with your fingers. He could hear your maid of honour mumbling something about "getting a room", but all he could focus on was you.

“How did it happen?” You asked, snapping him into action.

“I swear it wasn’t from anything bad. This woman dropped her…cane…or no, she hit me with it- but that’s not what made it bruise. I was a guy, cause he thought - which I would never…” He sighed, realizing his excuse was all over the place. Dropping his shoulders he looked up at you with a guilty face. “I’m sorry. I tried really ahrd not to ruin our wedding but I made a stupid mistake.”

You sighed fondly as you slowly dropped the blanket you were holding over your dress. “You’re not the only one who made a stupid mistake.”

He gasped as he saw that the beautiful white dress you had bought had a large red stain on the front. “You loved that dress,” He whined, and you nodded sadly. “Yeah, I really did.”

“Did you spill a glass?” He asked sympathetically, and your bridesmaid snorted. “More like smashed it. You should be grateful she didn't get cut on the glass.”

He looked back at you, his jaw dropped ever so slightly. It was your turn to give a guilty look. “My favourite song came on. I had to dance. I didn't realise how close I was to the bed frame.”

Woo-seok couldn't help but smile, knowing how you got when you danced. He liked to joke that you were more dangerous than the criminals he had to deal with.

Sighing, you plopped yourself onto the hotel bed, and Woo-seok mimicked your action.

“So what are we going to do?” He asked, and you bit your lip as if you were thinking.

“Well, I think that in half an hour, I’m going to walk down the aisle and marry you.”

Woo-seok gave you a shocked look, his eyes wide. “But we can't…there’s no way we can fix these in that amount of time.”

“Then let's not fix them” You shrugged, and your bridsameid laughed at the exaggerated look Woo-seok gave you. “Look, let’s not kid ourselves: we don't live a perfect life. Our apartment is on the worst side of town, our neigbours are old men and birds, I’ve had 3 separate jobs in the past year and your a literal loan shark.”

Woo-seok held his head in shame.

“And I love it.”

He quickly perked up.

“I love it because I get to spend it with you. I don't have to worry about being perfect or always pristine, because you’ll love me even at my worse. And I’ll always do the same to you” You leaned in giving him a quick kiss. “So we can either stress about having the perfect wedding to impress a bunch of family members that all talk shit about us behind our backs, or we can go get fucking married because we love each other, and I don’t think I can stand to wait any longer.”

It was Woo-seok’s turn to kiss you, though his kiss was a lot more passionate as he grabbed you by the back of the head, crashing his lips into yours.

Fuck Mr Kim: you were the one who could convince him of anything.

You melted into the intense kiss, not even stopping when your bridesmaid threw a pillow at the two of you.

When you finally pulled away for air, Woo-seok looked up at you in awe, as if you had hung the stars.

“I love you so much,” He spoke sincerely, and you returned his look

“I love you too.” 

---

You and Woo-seok swayed slowly to the music.

Your wedding already didn't have many guests to begin with, and as the night came to its end, there was barely anyone left.

Still, you and Woo-seok still slow danced on the empty dance floor.

“Congratualtions, you two. I always rooted for you” Mr Kim patted Woo-seok on the back as you both waved him goodbye. Closing the door, it was now just you and Woo-seok, a few waiters and a purple haired DJ you’re uncle had recommended to you.

“So I think my mother may be disowning me,” You joked as you two continued to sway.

“Oh really?” Woo-seok asked, as if it were a casual conversation.

“Well not really, but she still hasn't stopped crying since she saw the stain on the dress.”

Woo-seok nodded. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, my grandmother actually disowned me.”

You hummed, burying your head further into his shoulder. “Strangely this is better than I expected,” You admitted, and he nodded. “I was expecting at least one fist fight.”

Pulling away ever so slightly, you looked at your new husband fondly.

“Honey?” You asked, and he nodded, willing to do whatever you asked next.

“I’m so fucking hungry can we go get some food?”

He lit up instantly. “I knew it! I knew you would be hungry.”

You giggled at his reaction, happy to see him so excited. “Must be your new husband instincts.”

He puffed out his chest at that staemnt. “Well, as your new husband, it is my duty to get you some food.”

You giggled as he took your hand, leading you down the street.

Maybe as a little girl, you didn't dream of your wedding day ending with you in a stained dress running to McDonald's with your black-eyed husband.

But now that you were living it:

You loved every second.