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need more jackson wang x reader pls help

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if you tell me when SKZ are bare face that they’re ugly, we’re not talking anymore

How can you be negative towards BEAUTY

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i DONT sleep at night knowing i wont be able to see a skz concert sigh

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We now gather for the memorial of our beloved Kang Dae-Ho. May we never forget all the good he did, even if they try to villainize him against us. Now we bow our heads in a moment of silence 💔🥀😔

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Se-mi outhandsomed all men around the world🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

my shayla💔💔💔

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”I Don’t Trust Anyone Else, Only You” | Choi Su-Bong x reader | Imagine

Warnings: None I’m pretty sure (let me know if there is)

a/n: Feedback is greatly appreciated! Requests are open! Ilyyy

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The gray walls of the dormitory felt like they were closing in. Everyone kept to themselves — suspicious glares, quiet whispers. Especially Su-bong.

He sat against the far wall, arms crossed, face unreadable. People gave him a wide berth — nobody wanted to mess with Thanos, the man who looked like he could crush your skull without blinking.

But you? You crossed the room without hesitation, plopping down right beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

A few players glanced your way, exchanging nervous looks. Were you crazy? Maybe. But you knew the truth: Su-bong’s roughness was just a shell. And you were the only one allowed inside it.

Without a word, Su-bong shifted, his arm subtly brushing yours. His cold gaze didn’t falter for anyone else, but when he glanced down at you... it softened.

"You’re late," he muttered, low enough that only you could hear.

You smirked. "Were you waiting for me?"

He grunted — a non-answer that made you smile wider.

For a moment, he kept up the act — cold, distant. But then his hand moved under the thin blanket the two of you shared, his fingers finding yours and squeezing gently, hidden from everyone’s view.

"I saved you some food," he added, almost awkwardly. From inside his jacket, he pulled a half-stale piece of bread and passed it to you like it was some priceless treasure.

Your heart melted. To everyone else, he was still the silent, intimidating Thanos. But here, tucked away in this bleak prison of concrete and fear, he was yours.

You took the bread with a soft "thank you," and in return, he gave you something no one else ever saw — the smallest, most fleeting smile.

It lasted only a second before he masked it again. But it was enough. Because you knew: behind the walls he built around himself, his heart belonged to you.

And no one — not the Games, not the fear, not even death — could steal that away.

— Bonus Scene 💜 —

You were sitting near the corner of the dorm, chatting quietly with Dae-ho — just small talk to pass the time. Nothing serious.

But across the room, Su-bong noticed. And he didn’t like it.

He watched, arms crossed, his jaw tight. The poor guy talking to you probably had no idea that he was seconds away from getting vaporized by a single glare. Su-bong’s dark eyes narrowed, cold and warning.

You caught his gaze from across the room. His stare — intense, sharp — made your breath hitch a little. You knew that look.

Excusing yourself from Dae-ho with a polite smile, you walked over to him, feeling the weight of his jealousy in the air.

When you were close enough, Su-bong didn’t say a word. He just reached out, grabbing your wrist with surprising gentleness, tugging you down to sit beside him — like you belonged there. Like you always had.

"You’re friendly today," he muttered, voice low and dangerous — but not at you. Never at you.

You laughed softly, bumping your shoulder against his. "Were you jealous?"

He scoffed, looking away — but the way his ears turned slightly pink betrayed him. "I don’t trust anyone else," he finally said. "Only you."

You leaned in, whispering just for him: "You’re the only one I want to talk to anyway."

For a second — just a second — Su-bong let the cold mask fall. His fingers brushed against yours under the blanket, hooking your pinkies together in a secret promise no one else would notice.

Around everyone else, he was a fortress. But with you? He was home.

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reblog if you support:

• pre- or non-hrt trans people

• genderfluid/non-binary people who want hrt

• genderfluid/non-binary people who don't want hrt

• pre- or non-op trans people

• tall transfems

• short transmascs

• fat/plus size trans people

• fem trans men

• masc trans women

• transmascs who don't/can't/won't bind

• transfems who don't/can't/won't tuck

• transfems with wide shoulders

• transmascs with wide hips

• genderfluid/non-binary people with facial hair or tits

• genderfluid people whose presentation is static but their gender is not

• non-binary people whose desired presentation is how society says their agab should present

• transmascs who bind but still have a visible chest

• non- conventionally-attractive trans people

• non-conforming trans people

• non-"passing" trans people

• non-stereotypical trans people

We don't all fit into cisnormative society's bullshit stereotypes!

I'm trying to prove a point to some transphobic relatives. Back me up tumblr.

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Hii i don't know if your requests are open but can you write something about hambie gwi nam?

Have a nice dayy

“You're Not Leaving Me, Got It?” | Half-Zombie Gwi-nam x Reader | Imagine

Warnings: Gwi nam himself is a warning, mentions of blood and decay, zombie apocalypse, one kiss, soft Gwi nam?

a/n: Hiii!! I hope this is what you were hoping for! If not you can totally message me and ask me to write it differently or request again! 💗

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The halls of Hyosan High were soaked in blood, the lights flickering overhead, casting long shadows over broken desks and the occasional lifeless body. The air smelled of decay and fear, but all you could focus on was the sound of Gwi-nam’s boots behind you—sharp, steady, way too casual for a guy in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.

“Slow down,” he snapped, grabbing your arm before you could turn the next corner. His grip was strong—too strong—but his eyes weren’t glazed over like the others. Not yet.

“You’re gonna get yourself bitten running around like a damn idiot,” he growled.

You tugged your arm back. “I was trying to find a way out, unlike you, just lurking around like some creep in a horror movie.”

He smirked. “Horror movie, huh? Then what’s that make you? The final girl?”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart pounded faster. Gwi-nam had been following you since everything went to hell—half out of annoyance, half because he just… wouldn't leave. At first, you thought he wanted to mess with you, like always. But the way he pulled you out of danger, the way he watched your back without saying anything—it was starting to feel like something else.

“I could leave,” you said, testing him.

He stepped closer, too close, blood spattered across his cheek, his usual cocky expression warped by the faintest twitch under his eye—zombie instincts threatening to surface. But he didn’t touch you this time. He just leaned in, voice low and cold.

“You leave me, and I’ll find you,” he said. “No matter where you run.”

You should’ve been scared.

But you weren’t.

“Why do you care so much?” you asked, voice quieter now. “You’re still you, right? Even after that bite?”

His jaw tightened, his gaze flickering to your lips before shifting back up.

“I don’t know what the hell I am anymore,” he muttered. “But I know one thing—I don’t want to see you dead.”

Your chest tightened.

For a second, the hallway was quiet—just the buzz of the lights and distant groans from the infected.

Then he took a step forward, eyes searching yours, like he was weighing something dangerous.

And then he kissed you.

Rough, fast, but not careless. His hands braced your jaw like he didn’t trust himself not to break you, holding back the strength he didn’t even fully understand anymore. His lips were cold, colder than before, but the kiss was fire—desperate, angry, terrified.

When he pulled back, his breath was ragged.

“You’re mine, got it?” he said, like it was a fact of survival, not romance. “No zombie, no dumbass survivor, no one gets to take you from me.”

You blinked, dazed. “...That was your idea of confessing?”

He smirked, licking the blood from the corner of his mouth. “Shut up. You liked it.”

And honestly?

You did.

Even if the world was ending, somehow, being stuck with Gwi-nam didn’t seem so bad.

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hello!! :D im not very familiar with requesting so im sorry if i say/do something wrong 😭 but would you mind maybe writing a fem!reader x se-mi fanfic thats just like, extremely full of fluff!! like just very cheesy lovey dovey relationship stuff bc im missing her so bad😭💗 no pressure/no rush :D

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Summary: Se-mi reminds you how much she cares.

Warnings: Girlfriend!Se-mi x reader, pure fluff, slight mention of death, did I mention? FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

a/n: Thank you so much for the request love! First one! Eeeeek! I'm sorry it's not super long, I've been really stressed with school but I wanted to get this one out there :)

The hum of whispers filled the room as Se-mi climbed onto my bunk. Her piercings glistened in the dimmed lighting of the area, catching my attention.

“What’re you staring at, babe?” She questions, her umber orbs gazing into my eyes as I shyly glance up.

“I- uh- it- nothing-“ I stumble

“Nothing, huh,” she chuckled lowly “Didn’t know that’s what you thought of me.” 

“No, not nothing,” I laugh nervously “I mean, you're not nothing, you are amazing, I-

“It’s okay, love. I was just teasing you.”

“ Right,” I nod, avoiding eye contact until she gently grabs my chin and moves my face to look at her. God, those eyes. I could get lost in them for even just a second and never be able to find my way out. A soft blush engulfs my cheeks as she smirks.

“You’re adorable when you blush, you know that?” she always knows how to charm me. I’m engulfed in a hug before I know it. Se-mi lays me down with her as we’re still in the embrace. This was nice, you know if you didn’t think about the deadly games that would continue the next morning. People were getting killed left and right here, but Se-mi was always right next to me, protecting me, and she will be as long as I have a say in it.

“I love you most, my Jagi” she whispers to me. I knew she didn’t love to show affection to people, but I was her one exception. And I’ll always appreciate that.

“I love you too.”

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MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Hey, I'm Jordan! I write for multiple fandoms, mostly K-dramas and thrillers. My current obsessions are Squid Game and Aouad. Please be respectful and kind. I will not tolerate any negative comments or energy on my blog. 🖤

Anon hate & rude asks will be deleted immediately.

𝕄𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤

Down below is what I 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 ℕ𝕆𝕋 write about. Not now and not ever.

○ SA or SH

○ Male!Reader (I am a girl so it doesn't feel right for me to do so)

○ Cheating or toxic relationships

○ Character x Character

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Down below is what I 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 write about, unless spoken otherwise.

○ Fics (with chapters if specifically requested), Fluff, Headcannons, & Imagines

○ Fem!reader & gn!reader

○ M x F & F x F

○ *Insert chosen series* x reader

○ Smut

○ Angst

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Below are fandoms & characters I 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 write for

• Squid Game [Seasons 1, 2 & 3]

○ Sae-byeok | Player 067

○ Se-mi | Player 380

○ Hyun-ju | Player 120

○ Ji-yeong | Player 240

○ Jun-Ho | Cop

○ In-ho | Player 001/Frontman

○ Min-su | Player 125

○ Nam-gyu | Player 124

○ Thanos | Player 230

○ Dae-ho | Player 388

○ Gyeong-seok | Player 246

• All of Us Are Dead

○ Su-hyeok

○ Gyeong-su

○ Cheong-san

○ Gwi-nam

• Stray Kids

○ Bangchan

○ Minho

○ Changbin

○ Hyunjin

○ Han

○ Felix

○ Seungmin

○ Jeongin

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If you would like a character/series that is not up there please message me and ask! 🖤