#all of us are dead imagines

[sunnysana]

hii could you maybe write gyeongsu x fem!reader where when gyeongsu had to go in the broadcast room because of na-yeon and reader is like really against that and goes into the room and stays there with him and it's just really fluffy because they both have a crush on each other but act oblivious

have a good day/and or night, where ever you are !! <3

Han Gyeonsu × F! Reader

A/N: Hiii thank you so much for the request, I love this idea! Thank you for requesting I hope you enjoy it and have a good day/night aswel <3

Warning(s): a little argument with Nayeon in the begin. Rest is fluffy! :)

"Fine, see you all in an hour" Gyeonsu muttered in annoyance walking into the broadcasting room pointing his middle finger up for everyone to see. Then slamming the door shut.

He had been told to stay in there for 10 minutes by Miss Park as a way to prove he's not infected to Nayeon as a "solution". Even though she was the only one being fussy about it. So he didn't take it well and insisted to stay in there for an full hour instead.

Ridiculous. I thought and decided to speak up not being able to take it anymore.

I rise up from my seat on the edge of the table before turning towards Nayeon. Meanwhile the rest is taking a moment to look through the glass barrier at Gyeonsu who took a seat in there.

"Look what you've done, you're literally the only one who wanted this" I was only about a meter away from her. "What? He's obviously bitten isn't he?" She replied in her well expected bratty tone acting like she's the victem.

"Are you blind? You're the only one who thinks so, we all agreed it's a scratch" she was about to reply before Cheongsan pulled me back gently by my shoulder. "Don't waste your time on her, it's not worth it".

I rolled my eyes at her and sigh giving him a small hum sitting back at my seat like he told me to, earning a scoff from Nayeon.

I look around to see everyone now staring at us instead of Gyeonsu but quickly shift as they noticed my stare. Going back to whatever they we're doing before Gyeonsu was sent away.

But all I could do was zone out at the door which he was behind and fumble with the edge of my skirt thinking about him. Which didn't go unnoticed.

"Hey, you okay?" Cheongsan nudged me about 10 minutes later which made me look back "yeah I'm fine..." I mumble. "I'm just worried about Gyeonsu".

"He'll be alright I'm sure, it's just a scratch anyway he needs to cool down for a bit" his best friend stated.

"Yeah I guess so..." I sigh. "Hey, maybe you can check on him if you wanna... I'm sure he won't mind if it's you". He said I was puzzled on what the last part ment but quickly my attention got shifted away by one particular person.

"Yeah do it, atleast we'll know if he'll bite someone" the one person I disliked hearing the most spoke.

"Hey, don't say that" Miss Park says soft but scolding. "No it's fine I know he won't anyway" I stand up from my seat. And approach the door.

I'll prove her wrong anyway. I turned the door knob and closed it right behind me again.

I enter to the sight of Gyeonsu with his back turned to the door. "Who is it?" He says annoyed expected someone else and turning around.

"Oh, it's you" he says to his suprise getting embarrassed to his earlier rudeness but hides it. "What do you want?" He asks in a gentler tone, his hand playing with the fabric of his sleeve.

"I'm here to check on you..." I say shyly a little nervous being alone with him. "Though I know it's just a scratch" I add on.

He noticed the small blush on my face which made him red aswell. "I knew you'd believe me, you always do when I'm getting the blame..." he referenced the times before in class when I stood up for him when Nayeon was giving him the blame for basically anything again.

"It's nothing really" I said obviously shy as my cheeks had a pretty tint of red on them. "...Anyway can I see the wound?" I say trying to brush it off.

"Yeah sure" Gyeonsu agreed willingly holding out his hand as I get close to him.

I gently take his hand in mine inspecting it gently, giving him a slight tingle from the soft touch. His heart beating a little faster. "You were really brave back there you know? I don't wanna know what would've happend if you didn't help out back there". I compliment him wanting to warm the mood.

He looked up at me trying to hide a small smile. "I just did what I had to do you know" he switches back to his usual self, boasting a little trying to impress me with his awnser. Which gained a chuckle from me giving his arm a soft slap in reply.

"Hey I'm just being honest" he replied with a blushy soft smile on my face making me feel funny.

Time goes by as I sat on the floor with him as he abandoned his chair. Out of view from the rest. Talking about memories from school before the craziness outside.

My head was now resting on his shoulder as I hear him give another story time of his. Seeing how his pretty eyes turn up when he smiles and the cute chuckle whenever he remembers another fun thing he did.

However she didn't know that he had similar thoughts, taking a quick glance as her each time he told her someone new to see if she'd laugh. The laugh that sounds like music to his ears. Hoping he might catch her looking up at his face with her pretty eyes.

"Hey remember that time when someone made up a rumor about us? That bastard cheongsan never let it die down" he jokes "yeah I still don't know who made it up to this day" I look at him "Daesu and Wujin kept teasing me about it too..." I say chuckling at the memory.

"How did that rumor even get made?" I look away a little blushy. "Not that I minded though...".

He turned his head to look at me. "You didn't?" He asked which made me look back into his adorable eyes. Some type of hidden hope stirred in him. "No, not really... did you mind?" My voice shaking slightly from the nerves.

His eyes light up "No... I guess I didn't" I fidged with the fabric on my skirt rubbing it against my finger tips. "Maybe it wasn't so bad then...".

Cute he thought as he noticed the fumbling and tried to gather the courage to hold her hand.

Come on man you gotta do this. This might be the only chance he could basically hear cheongsan say. Otherwise he definitely won't let me rest anymore.

He thought already hearing the pestering coming if he didn't take great opportunity.

Cheongsan had always told him to go for it as he had always noticed how he stared at her. However he himself couldn't even confess to Onjo. Whatever atleast he'd be the first to make a move and prove Cheongsan wrong.

His finally makes up his mind and he gently takes her hand in his. His heart beating faster than ever before. The moment he had always dreamed off.

It caught me by suprise as our eyes interlock. We both blush not knowing what so say, just enjoying the moment. His warm hand on mine feeling like a moment out of my favorite romance drama's.

Suddenly the door opens. "Times been up for a while" it was Cheongsan at the door opening. "Oh" he noticed us on the floor. "Just come out when you're ready" he smirks and shuts the door before he can get a reaction out of Gyeonsu.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you like it since it's my first time writing again after a while. Again thank you for the request I really enjoyed writing it. Feel free to request again!

[hufflepuffwriter1995]

 Title: His Queen 

Pairing: Gwinam x Chubby!Named Reader (Ryoko)

Fandom: All of Us Are Dead 

Summary: She was his queen and god help anyone who disrespected his queen. 

Warnings: Now: Mentions of abuse, swearing, pain.  Eventually zombies, swearing, blood, gore, fighting, and smut.

Notes: Gwinam is still a bully but never filled Eunji topless, that still happened but he wasn’t a part of it. He is also a tad less insane in this but still toxic. Enjoy. I fell down a rabbit hole of this and it's time I share. 

Two Years Before The Outbreak.  

   “You need to find a way to prove it.” Jisoo sighed as she carefully began to patch up the cut over my right eyebrow. I let out a sigh, wincing as she gently wiped the alcohol swap against the cut. I had hoped that with how often I was in this position, I had gotten used to the slight sting. Being my brother's punching bag had left me covered in small cuts and bruises and more often than not, a few broken bones that I was left to treat on my own. 

  “We have been through this.” I sighed, holding still as she began to apply the bandage to my eye. “Unless we can get his face on video no one is going to believe it’s my brother. How many times have my parents made up some random excuse about how he couldn’t possibly have done it because you can’t see him?” Jisoo was my only friend, the only person that my brother and parents haven’t been able to drive out of my life by employing threats or bribes. Her parents were saints, her dad a high-profile doctor who handled all my injuries and her mother a lawyer who was working endlessly to get me away from my parents. The problem was, that my parents were too careful, too eager to use their government standing to their advantage. So they never got far in the process of getting me out and were too afraid to push too hard in case I was forbidden to see Jisoo. 

   “We will find a way. He’s getting too confident, he will have to mess up at some point.” Jisoo sighed, her concern for me breaking my heart. Even after three years of having her by my side, I wasn’t used to having someone who not only cared but truly loved me. Years of abuse from my brother and my parents telling me if I was a better sister, their precious son wouldn’t have to hurt me, had taught me I wasn’t one to be loved. 

   “I am sure you are right. Myeonghwan isn’t all that smart.” I winced, waiting for the hit even if I knew it wasn’t coming. She pats my cheek with a loving smile. 

  “If he doesn’t I will find a way to make it happen.” She spoke with so much confidence, so sure that she would help, that I couldn’t help but smile at her. I started to say something when the door to the classroom we were sitting in opened and my brother glared at me. 

  “Come with me.” He demanded, ignoring the way Jisoo tried to valiantly to protect me. Squeezing her hand, I reminded her it would be worse for me if I didn’t go before moving to my brother. He grinned, gripping me by the hair and pulled me from the room.  

  Gwinam 

  Giwnam didn’t like people, he could tolerate people at best. That is until she came into his world. The first time they had met, he had been injured, a nasty cut along his arm from a prick that tried to surprise attack him with a knife. He had been sitting on the tennis course, cursing angrily at the prick as he tried to stop the bleeding. She had come up on him without a word, silently taking his hand in hers as she began to clean out the wound. Her voice was soft as she wiped at it with an alcohol swab. She didn’t scold him, or yell at him, only told him that if it happened again applying a tight dressing would stop the bleeding. She had left him with clean bandages and gauze, telling her to change them before he went to bed.  

  The second time it had been her that had been hurt. She had been limping down the hallway when an asshole ran into her from behind. Gwinam had barely been quick enough to get his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. After making sure she was alright, he tracked the boy down, beating him before pulling around until he found her again, forcing the boy to beg for her forgiveness on his knees. She had been shocked, her eyes widening in surprise before telling him she would only forgive him if he promised to be careful in the future. With Gwinam promising hell if he didn’t, the boy had promised he would between stammers. She had nodded then, thanking Giwnam with a smile that stopped his heart, before turning back to her friend. A clear dismissal for the prick at her feet. 

  Since then he had been uncomfortably aware of her. Doing what he could to help make her life a little easier, while also plotting revenge for whoever was the cause of the near-constant injuries. While he hadn’t figured out who had hurt her yet, he was determined to figure that out. Whoever it was, would pay tenfold for every injury that she suffered. He had just settled down for lunch when her friend came running, frantically looking around before finding him. Relief seemingly washed over her. 

   “Gwinam!” She screamed, pushing past a few startled students as in her frantic way to greet him. He raised a brow at her, wondering what the hell could be going on, when she slammed her hands on the table, chest rising and falling. “He’s going to kill her. He’s going to kill Ryoko!” She whispered. 

  “Who?” The wave of protection-filled anger washing over him took him by surprise but he promised to deal with that later. 

  “Her brother, Myeognhwan. He broke her ribs earlier this morning, if he hits her there again he will kill her. We can’t get him to stop, if we don’t get his face on video he will get away with it.” She spoke quickly fear causing her voice to shake. “No one else will do anything.”

  “Follow me and keep quiet. Keep that phone in your fucking hand. Where would he take her?” 

  “Behind the school, tennis court.” She breathed out, hope starting to flash in her eyes. He tossed his drink onto the table and stood up, racing out of the cafeteria with the girl, Jisoo he thought, following on his heels. By the time they reached the door that led to the back of the school, his hands were clenched in panicked-filled fury. What if he was too late, what if she had waited too long? Shaking the useless fears from his head, he slowly opened the door, holding a finger to his lips as he slipped out, phone in hand as he filmed. Jisoo followed the look of pure rage in her eyes, earning some respect from him. She was ready to go swinging for her friend. 

   “Faw stupid cow!” Myeonghwan grunted with each kick to her stomach. His girl didn’t a sound, only breathing harshly through her nose with each kick. Her eyes were closed, but tears still fell silently. Oh, the things he was going to do to the boy. Myeonghwan would pay for each tear, for every injury and then some. 

  “Son Myeonghwan.” He called out once he was in a position that would cause both of them to get his face. Grinning wickedly, he zoomed in on his face, catching that stupid prick as he realized what happened. “This is what is going to happen. You are going to listen to me, if you don’t Jisoo posts this all over social media.” 

   “Send. To. Your. Dad.” Gwinam couldn’t help but the pride that washed over him at his girl, beaten and weak, took her power back. 

   “You fucking PRICK! You will p…” He was cut off as Gwinam snapped, pinning him to the wall by his throat as he punched him hard in the stomach, pulling back to punch him again. 

   “Touch my girl again and see what happens.” He snarled, pulling away as the prick began to show signs of passing out. Without another word, Gwinam turned and carefully scooped up Ryoko, tucking her against his chest as he nodded at Jisoo. “I got you pretty girl.” As he headed to his car, Ryoko smiled faintly, moving her head just enough to kiss his cheek. 

  “I’m safe.” She whispered before passing out, her body relaxing as the pain became too much. Her words though echoed through his head. Never once has he made someone feel safe but he made her a quiet and silent vow. So long as he drew breath, no one would hurt his Queen.

[kooosmiko]

𝗣𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗌 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 ─── 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽

★ gênero: fofo; ★ pequenas sinopses: voces estão em um relacionamento e após uma briga, ele decide te pedir desculpas ★ personagens: gwi-nam, su-hyeok, gyeong-su, cheong-san x f!reader

Gwi-nam: Definitivamente o errado da briga, e eu sinceramente acho que ele não iria ser o primeiro a pedir desculpas e você, então, você que deveria ir até ele (mesmo que Gwi-nam fosse o errado).

Cheong-san: Ele faria um pedido de desculpas simples, mas fofo ao mesmo tempo. Te dando seu doce fav, sendo um pouco meloso, de dando cafuné e logo te chamando para sair.

Su-hyeok: Mesmo se fosse o certo da briga, ele iria fazer questão de pedir desculpas a você, sendo o mais fofo e atencioso possível.

⸻ Desculpa... ⸻ Ele falou após cruzar a porta da sala de aula, com uma carta pequena e simples na mão, deixando-a em sua mesa.

Você o olhou, sorrindo de canto e sem dizer uma palavra, concordou com a cabeça em um 'sim' sútil. Ele sorriu, e disse:

⸻ Quer rodar o centro de Seul depois da aula? ⸻ Ele perguntou sorrindo.

Gyeong-su (meu namorado): Uma criança num corpo de um adolescente, ficaria emburrado e envergonhado de pedir desculpas.

⸻ Vai pedir desculpas, agora! ⸻ Cheong-san falou empurrando o melhor amigo, que esbarrou em você na hora.

⸻ Ah, desculpa por essbarrar em ti ⸻ Ele disse coçando a nuca e meio sem jeito. ⸻ E tambem, hm....me desculpa pela briga..

⸻ Pensei que não iria me pedir desculpas! ⸻ Você sorriu dando um beijinho na bochecha.

[deqlust]

My aouad phase is coming back

── ༻ 𝑻𝑯𝑿 ﹕ gwi-nam ! gwi-nam x reader. sfw content. post-apocalyptic. pet names: doll & slut. ♱ lowercase on purpose ⭑ 400> words.

chatter moved through the room like wildfire before class began. everyone had their own groups in the class: the bullies, the middle class students and the girls. you really weren’t apart of either one but your boyfriend was. he was apart of the bullies—he was the most hated one too. his group stood behind you as you sat in your desk.

he would add you into the conversation every once in a while knowing you didn’t like to talk much with his friends but you liked to feel included. soon the conversation died down when the math teacher arrived with work sheets in hand. we were asked to place our phones in a small organizer and sit back down in our sits. just in case shit went down I never put my phone in there— I always put the back up one in.

as class went on, it felt like time was going backwards and hardly anyone was answering questions besides the student president. you were really close to falling asleep until, oddly, as the teacher lectured, you feel your hair being pushed onto your shoulder.

what is he up to now?, you thought. gwi-nam sits directly behind you so it was normal thing for him to either play in your hair or write stupid things on her shirt. you’ve had to wash the shirt 150 times to get the last thing he wrote on it out— which was: “yoon gwi-nam’s love” with a small heart.

It was always a guessing game until you got home and asked your sister what it said. you’ll beg him extra hard to tell me today. like normal, you feel the sharpie mark across your back, but quickly, it quickly stopped when the teacher pointed at me.

“what’s the answers to this?” your eyes ran over the board quick and your mouth flies open to answer but the teacher interrupts. “not you. you’re boyfriend.” you chuckle, envisioning the confused look on his cute face as he read the problem on the board. quickly, you act as if your was scratching the back of your head and held up 24 with my fingers.

“24,” he said quickly and the teacher look at him with raised eyebrows, surprised he’d known the answer. once the teacher turns back around to write something else and lecture on, the sharpie continues on your back.

—

as the bell ring through out the school, you packed up your things and slung your book bag over your shoulder. “thx for the answer, doll,” gwi-nam says, putting his arm around you. “yeah,” you say playfully rolling your eyes, “pay attention next time and stop writing on my shirt.” he only chuckles at you as you leave the classroom.

“I can’t help it,” he shrugs with a smug grin. just by the way he grins, you can tell it’s something bad. “yoon gwi-nam, what does my shirt say?” I ask making him chuckle again seeing how serious you were.

he gives you a quick peck on your lips trying to turn that straight face into a smiling one, like it always does and always success and today was no different. “don’t worry your little head about it, yeah? let’s just say people know your mine,” he said, before stopping at your classroom door. he removes his arm from you and walks on the opposite direction.

“i’m gonna kill you!” I yell at him and you could practically see the grin on his face.

“love you too!” he laughs back.

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[incognitoduck11]

more fuffy textposts because they're just like me fr

(gay and clinically depressed)

[k1mbe3rly]

Hello! Would you mind doing a nsfw alphabet with Gwinam ?

Gwi nam NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cmon now..it’s Gwi nam. The most he would do is just fall asleep next to you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part about you are your tits, he just loves how they look and are shaped, he also likes how they fit in his hands

His favorite body part about himself is definitely his cock. He just feels so praised whenever he hears you moan while he fucks you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He does cum inside you but mainly cause he can’t bring himself to pull out, you feel too good. But sometimes he does pull out and cums on your folds

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His dirty secret is having an album of your nudes, no surprise

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Definitely experienced, he knows how to make you feel good for sure

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle. He just loves the way he slams into you and the way your ass just jiggles against him, and he loves seeing his cock disappear into you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not goofy at all, he gets straight to the point and fucks your brains out

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s groomed, he likes to keep himself clean

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sometimes if he feels romantic he’ll hold your hand during sex, such a little action but oh well better than nothing

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off not that much but sometimes just to piss you off or when he’s teasing you, and he jacks off to you and ONLY you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hairpulling, degradation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Home, the school

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He doesn’t need a motivation, just seeing you do things turns him on

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything to hurt you extreme

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He mainly gives but he doesn’t mind receiving at all, he would more than gladly sit there and let you do the work

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

oo BABY. He’s rough, there’s no slow and steady. There’s fast and rough

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies everywhere. Quickies in the bathroom, in an empty classroom, honestly anywhere

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he doesn’t care about the risk, he would fuck you anywhere

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last 5-6 rounds at most

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no toys

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He definitely teases you before actually fucking you, he just likes seeing you squirm as he plays with your pretty pussy

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Growls, he growls and grunts

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

People think he cheats but when he commits to a relationship he deadass commits. He’ll stay loyal to you and only THINK about you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7 inches

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’ll say medium high

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

He’s slumped the moment he pulls out

[airbendertendou]

Can you make gyeongsu x reader? Fluff or something like

AFTERNOON TiCKET! ♡ han gyeongsu

synopsis : you aren’t dating. why does everyone keep asking that?

pre-apocalypse

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

a head hits your shoulder as the noise of the cafeteria echoes around you. gyeongsu’s hair tickles your neck as you converse with suhyeok. he looks to your right and smirks before continuing to eat his lunch.

you jostle your right shoulder, only smiling at the unhappy groan you receive. “you have to eat, too, you know.”

gyeongsu lets out a huff, his chilled nose brushing against your neck as he stretches. sleepy eyes barely open, only prying his mouth open just slightly. you grin, holding the food up to his mouth so he can eat.

“so,” cheongsan eyes you both, “how long will it be now? a few months or…?”

you chew on the food in your mouth, placing some in gyeongsu’s right after. “for what?”

the table goes silent as gyeongsu sits up. he yawns, taking a sip of your drink before rubbing his eyes. “what are we talking about again?”

it’s daesu who answers despite the others telling him not to speak. “you’re dating.”

“well—“

the bell rings before gyeongsu can say more.

——♡——

you clean off the desks, eyes bouncing to gyeongsu and cheongsan as they giggle and sweep the floor. onjo nudges you as she walks by, a sly look on her face. isak trails up beside her, a damp washcloth swinging in her hands.

“so…”

you pause from your cleaning to look up at them. isak gestures to the gray hoodie you wear. “it’s official, then? this is how you tell everyone?”

your face heats immediately as you turn frantically, making sure your conversation wasn’t overheard. you pat their arms tenderly yet desperately. “shut up! shush, shhh!”

“sorry!” onjo giggles to herself as she pulls isak away. “have fun!”

gyeongsu stands behind you now, your bag and his slung over his shoulder. he looks over your figure, clad in his own hoodie with a grin. “ready to head home?”

you trek behind gyeongsu slowly, eyeing the way his empty hand swings. you ache to hold it — can feel the phantom touch of his fingers twining into your own. “date me.”

the words come out before you can stop them. gyeongsu pauses and you think you should take it back — say you hadn’t spoke at all. his head tilts and it’s so endearing you could cry.

“officially.” you pick at your nails nervously as gyeongsu stands in front of you. “be my boyfriend, please.”

gyeongsu’s mouth falls open before he snaps it back shut. he’s going to reject you, your throat closes up. you’ve ruined everything. “i— thought we were already dating.”

a confused silence bubbles around you now. gyeongsu stares at you as you stare at him. his fingers inch to yours and he grabs your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze with a smile. “the first time you held my hand on the way home. you were mine, i thought.”

you gulp, “oh.” and then you laugh, tugging him closer as your empty hand clutches onto his chest. “i think we’re stupid.”

gyeongsu deepens his voice dramatically, into a silly tone before placing his forehead to yours. “stupid in love.”

you shove him away with a grin, smile widening when he only brings you closer once more.

——♡——

he’s the perfect person for this trope me thinks <3 thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoyed!! if youd like to b tagged / untagged in any aouad content, let me know! ♡

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[geryone]

Begging y’all to be normal about people reading & engaging with the work of authors with controversial backgrounds

[juliettejwnewinesa]

hi babe, did u maybe write for aouad? plz??!

may i request dom!suhyeok smut x sub!reader where reader gets jealous abt him and namra and take out for revenge when the red thread scene reader choose woojin to be partner with instead of suhyeok…..then suhyeok out of jealousy and rage fuck reader dumb 🫰🏻

thank youu xixixixi <3

Title: Mine, Not His

Pairing: Dom!Lee Su-hyeok x Sub!Fem!Reader AU: Canon Divergence - During the "Red Thread Game" Word Count: ~8,200 Tone: Darkly passionate, possessive, filthy Warnings: 18+ ONLY, jealousy kink, rough sex, brat taming, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, marking, possessive behavior, dumbification, creampie, mild manipulation, swearing, canon setting altered for spice

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You never meant to actually play the game. It was a joke at first — a distraction in the hellish reality of zombie-infested Hyosan. But the second they said it: red thread of fate, you saw the way Nam-ra’s eyes flicked toward Su-hyeok.

And something inside you burned.

So you did what any normal, mildly feral, emotionally unstable girl with a crush would do — you chose Woo-jin.

He blinked in surprise when you stepped forward and tied your string to his. Everyone was giggling and whispering, but you didn’t care.

Su-hyeok stood stiffly across the room, jaw clenched, hands buried in his pockets like he was keeping himself from ripping someone apart. His eyes met yours for just a second, unreadable.

Good.

Let him stew.

That night, you snuck off to the library to sulk — because, well, maybe this wasn’t such a victory after all. Woo-jin had been nice. Too nice. Not Su-hyeok.

You were halfway through regretting your life choices when the door slammed open.

“Get up.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. Su-hyeok.

You stood slowly, eyes wide. "W-What are you—"

He stalked toward you like a predator. "You picked him."

You backed up until your knees hit the table. "It was just a game—"

“Don’t lie.” His hand slammed down beside your head. “You think I don’t see you? The way you look at me? You wanted to make me jealous.”

“I—”

“Congratulations.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours. Not soft. Not sweet. Possessive.

His hands dragged you closer, gripping your hips like he was trying to brand you. You whimpered, grabbing at his shirt, and he pulled away just enough to growl:

“Mine. You hear me?”

“Yes—“

“Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

He smirked, satisfied. Then he shoved you down on the table.

Clothes flew. Panting breaths. The room filled with heat.

He knelt between your legs like a man starved.

“You wanna tease me?” His fingers dragged up your thighs. “Then I’m not stopping until you cry.”

And he didn’t.

His tongue made you scream. His fingers curled cruelly. By the time he stood and undid his belt, your legs were trembling.

“Color?” he asked, eyes softer for a heartbeat.

“Green,” you gasped. “Please.”

That was all he needed.

He slid inside, slow, deep, unforgiving.

You moaned like something broken.

“Yeah,” he whispered darkly. “That’s right. Cry for me. Not for Woo-jin. Not for anyone else.”

He fucked you like he was erasing every other man from existence. Like the red thread never touched anyone but you and him.

Over and over, he pushed you past the edge. Until you were shaking, whimpering, babbling his name.

“Who do you belong to?” he hissed.

“You! You, Su-hyeok—“

“That’s right. Mine.”

After, he didn’t let you move. Just pulled you into his chest, buried his face in your hair.

“I hate when you look at anyone else.”

“I wasn’t going to—I just… I wanted you to see me.”

He cupped your cheek. “I see you. Always.”

You smiled, cheeks flushed. “Then prove it again.”

He chuckled low. “Brat.”

But he was already getting hard again.

And you were already soaking.

[smuttykdrama]

[Suhyeok x Bully!Hambie!Gwinam's Sister!Reader / All Of Us Are Dead]

Warnings: NONCON (Well, sort of? Suhyeok's saying no but he actually wants it?), Female Reader, Sub!Suhyeok, Dom!Reader, Smut, Degrading.

(A/N): So i just finished AOUAD and hOLY FUCK i need more Suhyeok smut. I'm a massive fucking domme so had make this idea into a fanfic!! I might make a longer one tbh, like a book on wattpad or something haha. Anyways, filth under the cut!

"What are you smirking at, you brat, huh? Answer me.“

You moved like a predator, dangerous and calculating, and Suhyeok panted pathetically before you even touched him. You'd roughed him up a little so he was too exhausted to dare to escape your clutches.

“Nothing! None of your business, Yoon (Y/N)."

As defiant and brave as ever, Suhyeok wasn’t going to give himself up without a fight, even if he didn’t want to win that fight anyways. You'd found him alone in a classroom full of zombies, fighting for his life. Luckily, you were there to help him out of that sticky situation...and into another one. You and your psycho brother, Yoon Gwinam, had both turned into a Hambie. Conveniently, Gwinam told you that Suhyeok was yours, as long as he have Cheongsan to torment. Nightmare siblings, everyone called you.

"Lee Suhyeok. I saved you. How are you going to repay me, huh?"

You picked him up from the floor like he weighed nothing, ripping his blazer and shirt apart almost instantly, shocking him. A part of Suhyeok felt violated, but another part excited him. He'd hanged with the school bullies before, hence he knew you, and secretly liked you and your fierce attitude.

"Come on, thats enough, (Y/N). Let me go. I have to get back to the others."

Your eyes widened in anger.

"Say that again. I dare you. Do you know what fucking bullshit i had to go through to finally capture you?!"

Suhyeok accidentally moaned as you cornered him and tangled a hand in your hair, tugging on it. You basically hissed, nails leaving tracks across the tanned, unblemished skin of his chest. He gasped, attempting to push you away as you sucked on his neck harshly, making sure not to bite him...yet.

“Wha- (Y/N)..stop - nnghh..."

Suhyeok trailed off, groaning, his adams apple bobbing up and down as you traced his neck. It made you thirsty for more; to claim him as yours, to hurt him more. There was nothing more erotic than a strong fighter submitting to you completely, unable to defend himself from your advances. The truth is, ever since Suhyeok stopped talking to you, your brother and the other bullies, day by day you grew more frustrated with him. And his stupid bravery. The fact that he's not yours. That hes so perfect and good and distancing himself from you. From evil.

"Please, (Y/N). I have to help our classmates -"

Oh come on. Even when he was being violated like this, Suhyeok was thinking of others. At this point he knows he’s going to be punished for even believing that you were a nice person. Because you were a possessive freak. A weirdo. Someone who’s entire existence is frowned upon. If only he knew what it was like to be infatuated with someone until you’d either kill a person, or them.

SLAP.

“Don’t you get it? You’re mine. Stay out of everyone’s sight. Don’t touch them, talk to them, look at them, or even breathe in their direction. I'll kill you if you go back."

Before Suhyeok could say anything else, he choked on his next words as you peeled your panties off and picked him up, thrusting straight onto him, his cock completely filling you up. In that moment, he felt himself crumble in front of you. In this very moment, all Suhyeok wanted was to feel alive again. To forget about the damn zombies. You felt the sweet sting of him stretching you open, filling you to the brim and you know you’d never feel this with anyone else. No matter how shady and unethical and terrifying you were, Suhyeok knew you were not the kind of woman you find twice. 

“Are you fucking with me? You like this don’t you? You dirty little whore, Lee Suhyeok, enjoying being used by a filthy possessive girl like me. You want to be owned. Be thankful i haven't turned you already."

You weren’t taking your time, the way you’re fucking him into the wall—bucking your hips into his at a frantic pace and making him whine—it wasn’t for pleasure. No, he could tell by the way you’re keeping him close, not trying to change your angle to get deeper, that you wanted to possess him completely.

"Harder..."

He finally whispered, his eyes averting from your gaze as you fucked him into oblivion. The slapping of flesh was loud, and so was the sound of Suhyeok's ever so needy moaning. And your heavenly whimpers.

"(Y/N), fuck, im yours. I'm yours, so own me."

That's what you liked to hear.

[END]

[sunnysana]

hey!! you’re honestly one of my fav aouad writers atm and i appreciate every single one of your posts! i’ve recently joined tumblr and im not really sure how things work so please excuse me if im not doing something right or there are rules i need to follow. but could you please write another gyeong-su fic? maybe pre-apocalypse version? you can choose the scenario, i honestly don’t mind, but maybe not smut? i’m not a fan of smut lol. thank you so so much! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Han Gyeongsu x F! Reader / Confession

A/N: hiii, thank you so much for the request. It makes me really happy to hear you enjoy my posts. I'm happy to make a pre-apocalypse fic for you! You don't have to worry about rules cause I don't really have any set and besides that I also don't write smut so no worries!

Warnings: None really in the story except maybe a slight ooc Gyeonsu? (Not proof read)

Summary: Basically a valentines fic with Gyeonsu, where he finally confesses. (Not the Korean way of valentines)

The soft haired boy runned around the school front like an idiot followed close behind his best friend Cheongsan.

Since today was February, the 13th his best friend had been pestering him the whole day about the next day. Valentines day.

He had been trying to convince his friend to finally confess to his crush.

You and Gyeonsu had been friends since the start of school as you were part of the friend group. That being Cheongsan, Onjo, and Isak.

No one knew except for his best friend though... or so he thought, if he wasn't that obvious.

Well, everyone noticed as he was always teasing you or being a tad nicer than to the others. However, you were the only one who didn't seem to notice. You were too oblivious.

Cheongsan finally caught up to him and caught him by his arm. "Stop running, will you? Too scared to face it?." He says with a slight knowing smirk on his face.

They both halted, and Gyeonsu turned to face him with a defensive look. "I'm not scared, I just... don't wanna, not like you can confess to Onjo can you?".

"That's way different!" Cheongsan says then tries to shift the attention. "Besides, if you don't try soon, someone else will." Gyeonsu starts to contemplate it.

What Cheongsan has been saying was kind of true. He has seen the way a certain someone in his class kept eyeing you.

Maybe he should push his luck and try? He's not gonna let you get snatched up by someone else.

He shifts back to his usual playfull demeanor. "How about this? If I ask her out, you'll give me free chicken. the same goes the other way around if you ask Onjo." He held out his pinky finger, which Cheongsan interlocks his with.

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Later, after school, your friend group, uncluding the two boys, onjo and Isak, met up at the front gates.

Cheongsans mother had invited you all to try a new type of chicken at the iconic Cheongsan chicken.

"Should we get going?" Isak says, giggling with Onjo about Gyeonsu almost tripping a moment ago.

"How about this, the last person to get there has to pay next time?" Gyeonsu says and starts to sprint, followed by Cheongsan.

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Making a fool out of himself, Gyeonsu arrives last. "Next time, think about something before you start it," you teased him and nudged his shoulder, which makes the rest laugh.

Before you know it, you're all sitting at the table. Enjoying the new flavor of chicken prepared by Cheongsans mom.

Halfway through, Gyeonsu suddenly thinks of something. It was around dinner time, maybe even past, so most stores will close pretty soon.

If he'd want to get you some gifts, he'd have to get them now.

He shot up, "uhm guys, I forgot to get something important for my mom... I'll have to get it now, " he made up an excuse.

Before anyone could reply, he was out rushing to the store he'd buy your gift after saying goodbye to Cheongsans mom quickly, thanking her.

"What was that all about?" You wonder. "Dunno, it's just Gyeonsu, forgetful as ever." Cheongsan jokes lighting the room.

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The next day, the 14th of February hit. The day Gyeonsu had been dreading but also anticipating at the same time.

This day, unlike any other, he had spent a little more time adjusting his hair in a neat way and making sure his school uniform was looking right.

He hid the gift he had bought a day before in his bag. Can't have anyone spotting it .

He made his way to school as usual which was now decorated by a few whimsy decorations in the halls for the special occasion.

Usually, the day would be like any others to him. However, this time, for the first time, it had some sort of significance to him.

Most we're already gathered in the classroom chatting as the teacher wasn't there yet.

You were sitting on Onjo her desk as you chatted then noticed Gyeonsu coming in. "Hey, Gyeongsu!"

Damn she looks cute today, he thought, though there wasn't really a difference from your usual look. But well he's a simp for you anyday.

You got off the desk swiftly and went to greet him, receiving a slight side eye from Nayeon.

"You left early yesterday, so Miss Lee told me to give you some more." You walk to your desk together, and you reach in your bag to grab the take out box.

"You can just warm it up later" you hand it to him. "Thanks" he had a slight blush on his cheek.

However, the moment quickly distributed by the teacher walking in making everyone get to their seat quickly, including the both of you.

Time passed through the boring lesson as break time arrived.

Before you could walk to your usual meeting spot Gyeonsu stops you in your tracks.

He composed himself before speaking, he was finally gonna do it. "Hey y/n, how about we go on a walk through the school gardens before we go to lunch?" He tried being casual but betrayed himself by his red cheeks.

"Sure, let's go," you both started walking with you, following whatever direction he went in.

His heart started racing, and when they'd arrive at the right spot, he'd been thinking about asking her to be his valentine. Or well, finally confess he got a bit nervous.

Yesterday, after rushing out sooner than the others, he bought you some chocolate in a flavor he knows you love and a heart-shaped necklace that cost him some savings.

But it's worth it cause it's for you he thought.

After some seemingly casual chatter, you arrived at a cherry blossom trea standing tall next to a familiar bench you've sat on multiple times.

"How about we take a break?" He motioned towards the bench, and you nodded, agreeing.

You sat down and flattened your skirt, adjusting it so it looks neat. Meanwhile, he started reaching into his bag while you're distracted.

This is probably the best moment alone with you he'll get today so he needs to take advantage of that.

He pulls them out and quickly hides them beside him out of your sight before you look back at him.

"Hey, uh y/n," he stammers nervously. You hum, locking eyes with him. He's so cute when he's shy.

"I was wondering if you...." he grabs the chocolate and small jewelry box containing the necklace. "Do you wanna be my valentine? I've liked you a lot since we've met... and I was hoping you like me too?".

Thoughts run through his head quickly like inner turmoil. Did he say that right? Was he smooth enough? Was the timing right?

However, that quickly comes to an end as you ease his mind. "Yes! Of course I do" your cheeks flush, and your heartbeat speeds up. "I've liked you for so long too... I never thought you'd ask"

You admitted, which made him both happy and surprised not expecting this outcome. "You do?". He looks into your eyes with a soft smile on his face.

Instead of using words, you give him a peck on the cheek, startling him, making you chuckle. Trying to shift the attention from his flusteredness, he quickly shoves the box into your hands.

You open it and see an adorable heart necklace making you smile. "You really bought this for me?" He shifts his gaze, looking away shyly.

"I couldn't help it, I thought it'd look good on you..." he muttered. And then helped you put it on.

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After that, you both went to the canteen where your friends were waiting. Holding hands with fingers intertwined.

Onjo and Isak started bombing you with questions. Meanwhile, Gyeonsu gave Cheongsan a cheeky grin as usual. He's getting free chicken after all. Though it didn't really matter as he got you after all.

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A/N: Hii, thank you so much for reading until the end. I hope it was to your liking. I had fun writing this, and feel free to request from me again!

[laurellala-comics]

I may not be in the Percy Jackson fandom that much anymore but drawing purple Nico to represent angst and sadness is one of life's simple joys <3

[gigiszn]

ALL OF US ARE DEAD — cheong-san x fem!reader

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! if you read this before, i decided to get rid of the name i'd given the girl and make it a y/n story. but i still will be describing what she is wearing, just not any physical attributes like hair and skin.

lmk if u want this to have a part 2 or a series to it!

tw: blood, violence, swearing, gore, all the typical zombie apocalypse warnings.

wc: 1.8k

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

Y/N POKED AT the kimchi on her lunch tray, the tangy scent filling the air. The table she'd chosen today was unusually large, though the only side in use was the one where she sat, her lunch laid out in front of her. She glanced around the bustling cafeteria, her gaze momentarily wandering before she exhaled a soft sigh. A stray lock of her curtain bangs lifted, caught by a gust of air, only to settle back on her forehead with a lazy flop.

Her eyes shifted toward On-Jo, a girl from her grade who sat across the room with her best friend, I-Sak. The two were inseparable, as they always had been, laughing together in a bubble of their own world. Y/N watched them with a quiet longing, her gaze softening as she silently observed the effortless bond they shared. In moments like this, she couldn’t help but envy On-Jo. Through her eyes, Y/N vicariously experienced the life she had always dreamed of—one filled with laughter, friendship, shopping trips, gossiping, and everything that had seemed just out of reach.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, across the room, Cheong-San—a boy from her grade—had been watching her for far longer than he intended. His eyes followed her movements with an intensity that made it impossible for him to look away. He had admired her from a distance, noticing the small details: the way she brushed her hair away with an absent flick, the soft sighs that escaped her lips when she thought no one was looking. Her stillness now only seemed to draw him in further, the quiet aura around her captivating in a way he couldn’t quite place.

His friends had picked up on it immediately, of course. They’d caught the way his gaze lingered, and every teasing comment only made him more self-conscious. As Y/N sat, lost in her own world, Cheong-San’s friends shot knowing looks his way, raising their eyebrows as they nudged him with playful smirks. "Still not going to talk to her?" they’d teased. "You just gonna stare all day?"

He dismissed them with a wave, his lips twisting into a scoff that didn’t quite mask the heat creeping up his neck. "Shut up," he muttered under his breath, trying to ignore the ache in his chest that had grown each time Y/N remained oblivious to his attention. His focus, however, never left her, the sound of her sigh mingling with the noise of the cafeteria. It was as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only her in the center of his thoughts.

Her reverie was abruptly shattered by the sharp, frantic sound of rapid footsteps. Y/N's head snapped toward the glass doors at the far end of the cafeteria. Panic spread quickly as a flood of students burst through the entrance, their screams echoing through the hall. They moved in a chaotic frenzy, bumping into each other as fear rippled through the room. The opposite doors were similarly overwhelmed, students spilling through without even noticing the commotion at the other side.

Still frozen in place, Y/N swung her legs over the bench, her feet lightly touching the floor as she turned toward the door. She remained seated, staring blankly at the chaos unfolding, the surreal atmosphere weighing heavily on her senses.

Crack. Crack. Crack. The sound of glass splintering echoed through the cafeteria, each sharp break amplifying the panic in the air. Y/N's heart raced as the weight of the screaming students pressing against the doors became too much. The glass shattered with a loud crash, sending the students nearest to it tumbling in a pile. Those behind them surged forward, their frantic scramble pushing everyone into a frenzy.

Y/N's breath hitched. She stood up shakily, her legs unsteady beneath her. She needed to do something, anything—but her body refused to cooperate. She froze in the middle of the aisle, wide-eyed, her mouth agape as the chaos unfolded before her.

A student was on the ground, another on top of him, their movements erratic and uncoordinated, like something had taken hold of them. Y/N stumbled back, her hands gripping the table for support as the unsettling scene unfolded. More students, faces filled with panic and confusion, staggered past her, eyes wild and frantic.

The cafeteria had become a madhouse, a swirl of fear and desperation. Y/N could hear the distant shouts and screams, but it felt like the world had closed in around her, the air thick with a sense of dread she couldn’t shake.

Students raced past her, shoving and scrambling in every direction. She was knocked off balance and fell to the floor, landing with a soft thud. A yelp escaped her as she quickly scrambled to her feet. The room was in utter chaos, and she couldn’t make sense of it. A girl, who had been running just moments ago, turned toward her. Blood smeared across her face, and her eyes were wide, unfocused. She moved toward Y/N with jerky, unnatural steps, her presence sending a chill down her spine.

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to let fear take over. She wasn’t going to die like this. Not now. Not ever.

She closed her eyes briefly, pulling in a shaky breath, then opened them just in time to see the girl get closer. Without thinking, Y/N grabbed the nearest chair and hurled it toward the girl. It hit the ground with a loud clatter, distracting her just long enough. She didn’t waste a second—Y/N scrambled to her feet and sprinted in the opposite direction, her pulse pounding in her ears.

Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around Y/N, pulling her away from the chaos of the cafeteria and onto a nearby table. She kicked and screamed, adrenaline surging through her as she fought against the force. But then her eyes locked on the familiar face of Cheong-San, and a sense of relief flooded her.

"Cheong-San, what the hell is happening?" she shouted, her voice barely cutting through the cacophony of screams and panic. All around them, students were being attacked, others scrambling in every direction, faces twisted in fear and confusion. Over Cheong-San’s shoulder, Y/N could see On-Jo, her expression just as frantic.

Cheong-San didn’t have time to offer anything other than a quick shrug and a hurried, "I don’t know!" before a group of those… things charged at them, eyes wild.

Y/N's gaze darted between the two of them. She knew they were just as overwhelmed, just as terrified. Her mind raced. There was no time for hesitation. She scanned the room quickly, her eyes landing on something—an exit.

Without a word, she grabbed both of them by the arms and began pulling them toward the window. Cheong-San, understanding immediately, nudged On-Jo ahead and helped her climb through first. Y/N stayed close, pushing through frantic classmates who tried to shove their way out.

The chaos around them was maddening. More students—turned—lunged at them, and Cheong-San fought them off with quick, forceful kicks, protecting the others as they made their way toward freedom.

Finally, it was just the two of them left.

Cheong-San looked toward Y/N, determination in his eyes. Without waiting for her to protest, he swiftly lifted her, wrapping his arms around her thighs and hoisting her up, sending her through the window. She scrambled down, landing lightly on her feet.

Moments passed, but Cheong-San hadn’t followed. Her eyes snapped up, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw a student charging toward the window—a thing, its gaze locked on them.

"Cheong-San! Get over here, now!" Y/N screamed up, her voice desperate.

On-Jo was tugging at her arm, panic rising. "We need to go, Y/N/N!" she urged, but Y/N stubbornly shook her head, refusing to leave without him.

Just then, Cheong-San’s head appeared through the window, and Y/N pulled him out with everything she had. No sooner had they hit the ground, however, their escape routes were blocked by more of the frenzied students.

Without wasting another moment, Cheong-San grabbed both of them by the arms and pulled them toward the nearest staircase. On-Jo lagged behind, but Y/N gritted her teeth and tugged her forward, refusing to let her fall behind. They had no choice but to keep moving.

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

After a series of near-death experiences and a frantic dash through obstacles Y/N never imagined herself facing, they finally made it to the relative safety of a classroom. A few other students had already found their way there, including On-Jo’s best friend. Once again, Y/N was forced to watch as the two girls shared a bond that only best friends could truly understand—something she couldn’t quite relate to.

Her attention drifted away from their conversation, her fingers absently playing with the hem of her skirt as she pulled the light pink hood of her zip-up over her head, just reaching her H/C hair.

For a moment, the room fell into a heavy silence, everyone processing what had just happened. Y/N's gaze shifted back toward On-Jo and I-Sak, but her thoughts were interrupted by a shadow looming over her.

Her eyes slowly turned upward, meeting Cheong-San’s unreadable expression. “Keep staring, and you’ll burn a hole through her head,” he said casually, and Y/N's cheeks flushed a soft pink. She’d never been caught before, and she didn’t handle it well.

"Hey, mind your own business," she muttered, crossing her arms and glaring out the window, trying to ignore the rising heat in her face. She had perched herself on a desk, with Cheong-San standing right in front of her. The height difference made it impossible for her not to be acutely aware of just how close he was, especially as he stood between her legs.

Noticing her shift in posture, Cheong-San awkwardly stepped back, his eyes glancing down for a brief moment before he hesitantly placed a hand on her upper arm. Y/N's gaze flickered from his hand to his eyes, and she froze. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

Y/N blinked in surprise. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked her that. The simple question left her stunned, and for a moment, she couldn’t find her voice. But Cheong-San didn’t seem bothered by her silence, continuing, “It was really smart thinking of you out there. The window and all.”

A light breath escaped her, almost like a laugh or a sigh of relief. Someone noticed her. The pink flush on her cheeks deepened to a bright red as she looked up at him, her lips pulling into a genuine smile.

For Cheong-San, it felt like the world slowed down as their eyes locked. Something in her gaze shifted—there was a spark in her eyes that caught him off guard, and he wasn’t sure how to respond. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he turned and walked back toward his friends, who immediately began teasing him, patting him on the back.

Y/N's gaze dropped to her deep purple Converse shoes, her legs swinging back and forth as she lost herself in thought.

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

a/n: hope you all loved this as much as i do! please like and comment if you want another part :)

[arabella-s-arts]

If the show thinks that that is going to make me forgive Eddie. They are sorely mistaken.

Frankly, I don't care if Eddie saved Buck's life, that's his job, and not everything can be solved with a grand gesture. That doesn't mean nothing can be solved with a grand gesture. Some things can, like if you embarass somebody, so you do something embarassing that they would enjoy to make it up to them.

But using your friend's deepest insecurities against them, telling them they are being selfish for mourning their dad, gaslighting them. No, that can't be solved with a grand gesture. Shows and movies like using grand gestures because it's an easier way to get a storyline cleaned up. But that isn't what is needed to fix this. To fix this, Eddie has to f*cking apologize, and he has to have a repeated pattern of doing better. That takes time, it's not as interesting as Eddie acting like a hero, so I always knew they were never going to do it, but that doesn't mean I have to agree with their decision.

I kinda hated seeing Buck clearly having forgiven Eddie. Buck still has the right to be mad or upset. Or even if he's neither of these things anymore, he still has the right to create space between him and Eddie. But Eddie saved him, so apperently everything's all well and good. Buck's inconveinent feelings can be brushed aside now.

[k1mbe3rly]

i was wondering if u could give us some hambie gwi-nam p links🤭

ik u’ve already done normal ones for him but hambie gwi-nam makes me FERRALLLL

sexy

Hambie! Gwi nam twitter links

forcing you to take him all down your throat

breeding you after you tried running away

thrusting up into you in your skirt

maybe this will make you stop running away from him

try to stay quiet for him

tied you up to avoid you running away

[mydeadgaywizards]

headcanon that sirius and james are not allowed to leave the house without an airtag because both of them have a terrible sense of a direction and a tendency to just ✨wander off✨