Various Horror Manhwa request info
(Includes Sweet Home, Bastard, Pigpen, and Killing Stalking, but the list may expand if I read more— yes you can recommend stuff to me🤭)
Ships I will write for (if yours isn’t here feel free to ask anyway, I may have just forgotten it)
❤️ Hyun x Jisu
❤️ Hyun x Hyuk
❤️ Wook x Yuri
❤️ Wook x Joon
❤️Jayhun x Jisu
❤️Jin x Kyun
❤️ Jin x Manny
❤️ Manny x Kyun
❤️ Yoon bum x Sangwoo
❤️ Yoon bum x Seungbae
Characters I’ll write “x reader”s for (can be romantic or otherwise, + if your character isnt here you can still ask, I only wrote down the ones I think might be popular haha)
💕Hyun Cha
💕Hyuk Lee
💕Wook Pyeon
💕Jayhun Jung
💕Jisu Yoon
💕Dusik Hahn
💕Hoyeon Baek
💕Ihyun Jo
💕Joon Shin
💕Yuri Park
💕Jin Seon
💕Kyun Yoon
💕Mandeuk
💕Manny Kim
💕Jin-Hyeok
💕Minu
💕Romi
💕Taehee Jin
💕Oh Sangwoo
💕Yoon bum
💕Yang Seungbae
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how to win my husband over (남편을 내 편으로 만드는 방법) fits simon/reader so much. the miscommunication, the misunderstanding. rugged duke of the north (😭) simon appearing to be brutish and angry, when he’s truly so deeply in love with you. that when he pushed you away—physically and figuratively—it was actually to protect you because he’s made a lot of enemies, and they’re hurting you to corner him.
that when he’s getting angry, it’s not because of you but for you—don’t you know? simon had his sister’s nanny, the only woman who ever loved her as a mother when their own couldn’t, exiled because he learned that she told you that he couldn’t possibly be truly in love with you.
(he is. in every life time, he is and will always be irrevocably in love with you.)
don’t you know? when simon thought you were taken by the monsters, he spent three sleepless days, and would spend even longer if it came down to it, searching the empire for you. he believed that you were alive even when others said you couldn’t possibly be, and ordered the duchy’s knights to never give up because his wife is missing damn it—
(please. please be safe. please come back. he has so much to say to you; has so much to do with you. you two have barely had a life together so please—)
god, simon loves you so much and it doesn’t matter that people are calling you a witch because all he needs is your love. all he needs is to protect you and to be with you, and he swears on his life that he will do everything to fight for you. simon is willing to, and does, go far to ensure people’s opinions of you change because you deserve a good life. you deserve to be happy and to be safe and simon will always, always fight for you to have that.
hhhhs m sobbing 🙂↕️
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Vin Jin x Reader: Playgrounds
G/N. Very soft.
Outside convenience stores, parking lots, shady alleys.
All hangouts of choice for Vin back in Cheonliang. Sometimes Mary would join, sometimes it would just be the rest of his crew.
Typical choices for a group of ill-mannered and ill-intentioned teens frightening the life out of upstanding citizens and productive members of society.
Parks and playgrounds only became a meeting place in Seoul. Somewhere quieter at night for Vin and Mary to talk undisturbed.
Eventually two expanded to three when you joined. Laughing, bantering, messing around until eventually the sun breaks over the horizon, signalling you all should have gone home hours ago.
Occasionally it was still two. Frequently it's just one. Vin sitting on a swing, a single figure under artificial lights and lost in his thoughts.
Playgrounds in Cheonliang only hold bad memories for him. Back when he was still a child. Before he became feared, before he had his strength.
Where other kids said they would play with him, and Vin learned that play isn't the same for everyone.
Where they would use their punches and kicks as he curls up, cupping his head and protecting himself, and shouts of 'monster' ringing in the air.
He never visited the playground again. Not even once he was the one capable of striking terror and fear into the hearts of others.
It's a trauma he hasn't been able to overcome. Shoved away and hid in a lockbox, shielded with barbs and spikes like all his other insecurities.
Maybe that was where he first learned about cruelty, on a playground that was built for joy.
He's never told anyone this, not even Mary, although he's sure she knows or at least has some inkling.
But when it's just him, swinging softly in the cool night breeze, all he can do is dust off the lockbox and dwell.
.
.
New memories are constantly made.
And maybe it does a little to erase some of the hurt of the past. Or at least make a small dent.
Vin likes this swing in particular, the one he always sits on. When he sits in darkness for too long, for even the streetlight to pierce, he thinks about the first time he felt the gentle shove from someone else, taking him higher through the air.
A little push to cut through the memories.
That day, his usual mask slipped for the first time in front of you. Face lit up and you giggled at his joy.
He didn't mind. It wasn't mocking. It was kind of... nice.
Under the climbing frame only a few steps away, in the cubby hole half hidden by the slide.
You and Vin had squeezed yourselves in after one too many beers. An apology in the form of six stolen cans, handed over by Mary for not being able to join you both.
That was when he kissed you for the first time. Both drunk and feeling a particular way that evening.
Vin smiles when he recalls you were actually the one that kissed him. Lips crashing to his, rough and bruising. A little sloppy, a little messy.
And your grin when you pulled apart. Slightly swaying. You were both drunk on beer and something else.
That memory sits alongside the one, where after the other kids got bored and left, Vin sat on a climbing frame similar to this and cried.
On the shady patch of grass on the far side, he remembers you both lying side by side in the early hours one morning.
Lamps too far away for any illuminance to reach. It was by design that he revealed his eyes to you there.
Hoping that perhaps the darkness would help to mask how he really looked. That the lack of light meant you couldn't see and he wasn't revealing any vulnerabilities.
Your hand reached up to cup his cheek as he tried to stop himself from flinching, his bare eyes not meeting yours.
You told him it was sexy, and he snorted incredulously. Mind flooding with relief that his worst fears haven't been realised. That they never would with you.
In the darkness, you both shared your second kiss.
You saw Vin and didn't call him a monster. Instead, on this playground in Seoul, he called you his.
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