#trying to woo your ex wife

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Wooyoung fic recs

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✴ : smut ᯓᡣ𐭩 : absolute favourites [Last updated: 28.05.2025] ⋆˙⟡ If any links don't work anymore please let me know I'll get it fixed as soon as possible ^^

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Vivrant Thing - @hwaslayer ✴ | bestfriend's brother!wooyoung (COMPLETED)

after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Step By Step | Practive Makes Perfect - @atinyslittleworld ✴ | friends to lovers au (COMPLETED)

When Y/N confides in Wooyoung about her inexperience with kissing, he offers to "teach" her. What begins as innocent lessons soon spirals into something neither can ignore.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Try Me | Part 2 - @tenelkadjowrites ✴ | coworker!wooyoung (COMPLETED)

Having to work with Wooyoung while your marriage is crumbling is frustrating. He’s a cocky brat and barely completes what he needs to. But when you find out your husband cheated on you, Wooyoung proves his worth in another way. 

Bound In Silk | Part 2 - @cyberteez ✴ |(COMPLETED)

a bound wooyoung knows no kindness

February Filth Fest - Day 7 | Part 2 - @multiwreckedmess ✴ | aphrodisiacs, !dubcon, roommate!wooyoung (COMPLETED)

Thick as thieves you’ve seen Wooyoung on good days and bad days. Both of you have done some admittedly dumb things but you’re young and hot and a little reckless. So why is Wooyoung sitting on the sofa pouring sweat in the middle of February when you come home?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Let The Heart Love Again | Asking You To Be His Valentine - @makeitmingi | parent au, single dad!Wooyoung x dance teacher!reader (COMPLETED)

When Wooyoung's daughter expressed interest in sharing his passion for dance, he immediately signed her up for the next class. However, he didn't think that he would be star struck by his daughter's teacher. Maybe, just maybe, he was ready to open his heart again.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Chosen appa | She's My Kid - @yoongissweetdream | best friends to lovers au, parent!au, best friend!wooyoung single mom!reader (COMPLETED)

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Birthday - @ateezscupid ✴ | husband!wooyoung

Adorable newlyweds, and your husband seems stuck on wanting to have kids.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleepover - @kitten4sannie ✴ | !dubcon/coercion, perverted best friend!wooyoung, ft. comatose mingi

wooyoung is more than willing to hold you when you’re afraid during your horror movie marathon, and even more willing to help distract you like a good friend does.

Apple Cider - @linearities | bf!wooyoung

lazy sundays, matching pj's, cuddles, and an insanely amount of yapping. when your favorite dessert is brought up, your boyfriend is eager to bake you the best apple pie you ever tried! after you tie his hair for him, of course.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Overwhelmed - @itstheghostofmypast | corporate au, bf!wooyoung

No one could stop swiper when his queen was overwhelmed.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Home For The Holidays - @highvern ✴ | exes to lovers au, christmas au, fake dating au, ex bf!wooyoung

Wooyoung broke up with you months ago. In his own shame and embarrassment, he's never told his family. Now they're expecting you for Christmas, just like they have for the past 8 years. So he does the only thing he can think of: beg you to pretend you're still dating.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Wife’s Wooyoung’s Duties - @blutyuyu | clingy bf!wooyoung x tired!reader

in which the only thing that can ease your tense shoulders after a long day at work is the comforting sight of your wif— i mean, uh, your boyfriend, cooking up his famous seaweed soup

That's not your food, Woo - @pettypuppy-jonghyun | bf!wooyoung

Wooyoung is known for stealing your food, but this time he got caught

Untitled - @m1rotics ✴ | !intoxication play

Thinking about intoxication play with wooyoung... He spends the whole night refilling your cup, simple mixed drinks that weren't too strong turn into drinks strong every sip making your skin warm and your thoughts less coherent than before.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Lock Screen Password - @littlefireball | idol!wooyoung x 9th member!reader

You're shooting for "Idol 1N2D." There are nine of you, split into three teams. The team that comes in last has to take a bungee jump. Naturally, your team ends up losing the challenge. Now, you find yourself on the platform, shaking with fear because you're terrified of heights.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very Bad Things - @frenchkisstheabyss ✴ | mafia!wooyoung x chubby stripper!reader

When your best friend ropes you into working a bachelor party with her on your day off you're positive you know exactly what to expect. A bunch of gross drunk guys trying to put their hands on you. Instead you stumble into the exact opposite situation, finding yourself drawn to one man in particular who has you doing something you never thought you would.

Woo's Brews - @covenha | witch!Wooyoung, ft. familiar!Seonghwa

Seonghwa, Wooyoung's black cat familiar, decides to help him out with his dry spell.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Small Treasures - @solaris-amethyst | bf!wooyoung

You drag Wooyoung to a second hand shop with the promise he'll get ice cream afterwards and he ends up finding a bunch of porcelain frogs he wants to bring home and who are you to say no to your adorable partner?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Swept Away - @solaris-amethyst | pokemon au, pokemon trainer!wooyoung x pokemon trainer!reader

Wooyoung and his partner visits the Heahea beach every day in hopes of seeing the trainer who swims with their Milotic and perhaps even gain the courage to get in the water to talk to them.

Kinktober '24 - Day 16 - @jiniretracha ✴ | bf!wooyoung

Something was going on with you today. You hadn't kissed him all day. Wooyoung won't tolerate that.

What Are Best Friends For - @seobinghard ✴ | obsessive best friend!wooyoung

wooyoung's a manipulative, obsessive, jealous best friend who wants you all to himself

Challenge Accepted - @mikrokosmoslove ✴ | best friend!wooyoung

Your best-friend is an absolute brat at the best of times knowing how to rile you up and push your buttons, especially when you're gaming and especially when he flirts too much with you.

Seduced By The Bad Boy - @xomakara ✴ | best friends to lovers au, best friend!wooyoung

Your so-called 'Bad Boy' best friend Wooyoung catches you looking at adult toys after taking a nap beside you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 I Like You, I Do - @sungbeam | friends to lovers au, college au

the one where you're stuck in denial and wooyoung's determined to not be stuck in the friend zone.

Change Of Heart - @hotteoki | arranged marriage au, medieval au, strangers to lovers au, suitor!wooyoung x princess!reader

when you're forced into an unwilling, arranged marriage where your husband is decided by a competition with three contests, will an stranger be able to find his way into your life to befriend you and turn your future around?

Valentine's Lovin' - @lollixp0p ✴ | sub bf!wooyoung

It's your first Valentine's day as a couple and Wooyoung decides to take you on the best date of your life, so of course you have to reward him for his efforts ;)

Freaks On A Friday - @thisthatpinkvenom ✴ | college!au, bf!wooyoung

Your boyfriend, Wooyoung, is as cool as a cucumber. You, not so much. When you go into a jealous fit at a Friday night party, he's nothing short of amused at how cute you are. And he knows just how to simmer down your hot temper.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Puppy Love - @milfgyuu | neighbor au, strangers to lovers au

So, your dog manages to score a boyfriend before you…unsurprising with your luck. However, your four-legged companion and her beau seem to conspire to bring a little puppy love into their human’s lives as well. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wanna Be Yours - @milfgyuu | model!wooyoung x manager!reader

In which model!wooyoung is hopelessly in love with his manager and finally does something about it. 

White Christmas - @hongism ✴ | christmas au, friends to lovers au

in a week of babysitting two children together just before christmas, you think love might have slipped its way in, among other things.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Lemonade - @barsformars | bf!wooyoung

you help out at wooyoung’s brother school carnival and get mistaken for his parents.

Hold still - @stayteezdreams | bf!wooyoung

Wooyoung asks you to do his makeup for a costume party, but it's only an excuse to get close to you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @twilightjwy | idol bf!wooyoung

you show up to surprise wooyoung after a long day of dance practice

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Good Lil Boy - @sorryimananti-romantic ✴ | royal!au, enemies to lovers au, prince!wooyoung x princess!reader

you and wooyoung may be best friends but you are also each other's worst enemies, leaving no chance to humiliate and tease the other. when you meet at prince yunho's kingdom for a 3 months retreat, things take an unexpected turn as you start to place very personal bets and find yourselves unable to keep your hands off each other, something you'd regret later as you fail to keep boundaries.

Pretty Brown Eyes - @ateezscupid ✴

wooyoung’s first time using aphrodisiac’s.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Accidentally Calling Wooyoung Your Husband - @brainddeadd | bf!wooyoung

Accidentally calling Wooyoung your husband- spoiler alert: he's insufferable

Is That My Shirt? - @yoongissweetdream | bf!wooyoung

Reader claims another one of her boyfriends shirts.

7:10 - @yoongissweetdream | girl dad!wooyoung

Wooyoung's favourite girls surprise him for his birthday.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Place In Me - @starrysvn | exes to lovers au, chef!wooyoung x chef!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 How Many Kids Do You Want? - @vent-stink

Killin It - @starrysan | enemies to lovers au, biker!wooyoung x baker!reader

Sun - @beenbaanbuun | bf!wooyoung

Mummy Issues - @beenbaanbuun | bf!wooyoung

Wooyoung Hard Thought - @joongsheartx ✴ | pottery teacher!wooyoung

ᯓᡣ𐭩 That And Then - @halaboyz | strangers to ... (this ending will forever haunt me)

Broke Your Heart, I'll Put It Back Together - @dairyminki | exes to lovers au

Coming Home Sick - @bvidzsoo | bf!wooyoung

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Spoiled Mommy - @potatomountain ✴ | babysitter!wooyoung x single mom!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @thelargefrye | idol!wooyoung x 9th member!reader

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When The Stars Align

regressed!duke x wife!female!reader oneshot (? it could be more idk)

Duke Ercan Revaz only ever loved one woman but she no longer exists. And it’s his fault. Well, if he wasn’t the only reason then he surely was a reason. He still remembers the first day he saw you. Standing under the moonlight in a garden looking like a goddess straight out of the founding myths of the empire. He stood, not far behind you, watching. Staring. You stood there in an elegant red dress with a champagne flute in your hand leaving the chaos and noise of the ball behind you. A sad sigh escapes your lips and, for some reason, he longed to hear your voice. At the thought, he freezes. He doesn’t understand the feelings flowing through him. He’s new to this sort of thing. Having spent countless years from one battlefield to another, he has zero experience with women. Another sigh from your alluring lips brings him out of his thoughts. He wonders, What is causing you to sigh so much? He then realizes that you were the woman who just publicly dumped her fiance. Your ex-fiance was a complete bastard. He was expecting orders to eradicate this nuisance to high society but you beat him to it and did a great job of ensuring he would never show his face again. He sees a woman approaching you which he recognizes as Countess Labelle. Countess Labelle calls you and you turn to face her. She must be your mother. he thinks. You leave with the countess. As he stares at your retreating back he feels that he must have you and he will make sure that once he does, you won’t be able to leave him.

Ercan now realizes that he went about making you his wife all wrong. Instead of trying to woo you, he did something that he still regrets. Using his power as a duke, he indirectly places your father in debt and demands that if he gets you as a bride, he will pay the debt off himself. Your father, bless his heart, tried to find other means to pay back the money but you stopped him and accepted the marriage. At the start of your marriage, things were fine. He never embraced you and always kept a distance, thinking that you might not have favourable feelings towards him. Still, you had a nice marriage. Things went downhill when he got sent to battle. You discovered papers with orders to place your father in debt in his study. Without him there to at least try to salvage the situation, your thoughts went wild. He came back to the report that you had tried to escape. He was frantic. Why would you try to leave him? He might indeed have placed you in debt, but he paid them off and also made sure that your family was well off. He found you bound to bed rest by the family doctor. You looked terrible. Pale and bags under your eyes. He got into an argument with you which ended with him confining you to your room. You resisted and your health took a hit. The day you died, Ercan regrets that the last thing he told you was a “Good night” and not “I love you” or anything similar. He woke to the balcony doors being opened. His blood ran cold. He ran outside only to see your disappearing smile over the railings. Ercan went mad. He lost you. He lost you. After the funeral was over, Ercan wished that he wouldn’t wake up again. He would rather die than face a world without you in it. He was surprised to wake up and find out that his wish had come true. Well, kind of. Ercan clenches his fist while he stares out the window of what used to be your shared bedroom. What will become your shared bedroom. I promise, this time I’ll never make the same mistakes again. I'll show you just how much you mean to me. This time, you won’t die in vain.

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the ex-wife chronicles pt.3 (ex husband!john price x f!reader)

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John wakes up regretfully. It’s too easy to bite at a newcomer, especially you with all the history between you too. He’s determined to make it up, but with Ghost and Soap coming, it’ll be a lot harder to get you alone. Plus, despite Soap’s injury, Simon is too perceptive. He’ll know something is going on. John’s debated telling the team about your ex status, but he doesn’t want to ruin whatever perception they have of you. He’s really hoping you can help the team, and he’s not going to let his past eclipse that.

Once John gets dressed, he finds you and Gaz eating breakfast in the kitchen. There’s a third bowl of oatmeal waiting for him on the counter, with a sprinkle of brown sugar. He just knows you made it and now he feels even more dick-ish. Great.

“Soap an’ Ghost will be here in thirty minutes.” John says by way of greeting. Gaz grunts, clearly still sleepy, and you nod, eyes trained on the empty bowl in front of you. “Thanks for the breakfast, Doc.” John murmurs as he walks past your chair to get his bowl. You don’t even correct his insinuation, just tense your shoulders a bit before dropping them and nodding. The air isn’t as tense as he thought it would be, which is the most he can ask for during this reunion. 

“You guys ready to see your teammates?” You ask the space in front of you. It’s said pleasantly, a rarity in a team built for battle and bloodshed. John nods and Gaz launches into a story of how, years ago, Johnny wooed almost all of the nurses that took care of him after a nasty cut to his leg. The story takes up the rest of breakfast, thankfully. He’s stopped by the sound of honking outside the compound. Gaz jumps in his seat and takes off to the front. You stand and move to follow, but John stops you with a hand to your waist.

“I’m sorry for last night.” He whispers, his hand moving to the small of your back as he guides you towards the front doors. Surprisingly, you don’t shrug it off. “It’s fine, John. I was being mean.” He squeezes your waist and drops his hand before he can remind himself that you’re no longer his to squeeze. “Reckon we both were. Thought a decade might change that, but looks like we’re still kids.” You bark out a small laugh and shake your head, looking down at your synced footfalls. “Looks like it.” You reply, light and airy. A welcome change from this morning. 

“If it makes you feel better, I am a bit. Lonely, that is.” He doesn’t know why he said that, why he’d trust you with that information despite having not seen you in years. It’s not like you know each other anymore, have no reason to trust except Laswell- “I think I am, too. Different reasons but…” You trail off, shrugging. When you look up at him, eyes catching for the first time this whole morning, he can’t help but remember how you look under him, wet and willing. Breath catching as you both try something new, his voice soft and low in your ear…

“Cap!” Soap’s voice, clear and healed, rings out in the crisp morning air. His hair is gone, replaced with a rough buzzcut on the side of his head that the bullet grazed. He grips a cane loosely, like it’s there just in case. Other than being in civvies, he looks almost exactly like normal. Whole. Simon is also dressed in civvies, a black sweatshirt and blue jeans, his arm fluttering at his side like he’s waiting for Soap to fall so he can catch him. It only took a bullet for him to get over himself. How predictable.

“It’s good to see you, Soap.” John peels himself from your side and claps both of his men in one-armed hugs. They linger a bit, mostly because John needs to feel Soap’s beating heart before he can let him go. When he’s done greeting Simon, he finds you already introducing yourself to Soap, your hand clasped in his. Simon stiffens imperceptibly and John pats his shoulder in reassurance before stepping back. “Few weeks an’ you’re already a caveman.” John grunts, only for Simon’s ears. He can feel the force of his eye roll and grins under his mustache before joining Gaz where he stands. You greet Simon next, and John holds his surprise in as the man takes your handshake. Maybe he has softened. Maybe so has John.

“Well, I’m glad to see you all together. Johnny starts his PT tomorrow, so today we’ll spend as much time as we can together. I talked to the facility and he’ll be able to join us twice a week on the days he’s not working with them.” You sound a bit like a summer camp instructor, but your brightness is welcomed to cheer up the reunion. If you weren’t here, John has a feeling they would’ve already started day-drinking in a dark pub somewhere. “Y’r makin’ me work, Doc.” Johnny comments goodnaturedly. You smile and it’s blinding. “I’m not treating anyone, but especially you, with kiddie gloves. I know the conditions you’re used to and I definitely know you won’t do any good being idle. Anyone disagree?” They’re all silent, even John. He can’t refute a single point.

They follow you back into the building, Gaz and Soap bickering like old times. Simon didn’t even pretend to bring an overnight bag, simply setting down an extra cane for Soap in his room. John’s chest tightens. He excuses himself to the bathroom, shutting the door forcefully and locking it. It’s hit him now, that it won’t ever be the same. Soap probably won’t be able to come back and Simon will do anything for him. Gaz is here, always following John’s lead, but he’s destined for greater things than Sergeant. John’ll probably get assigned new soldiers within the year, prodigies of their classes who aren’t worth half of any of his men. And for now he’s just in limbo, waiting. Shepherd and Makarov are dead. Other loose strings have been tied. His men will leave, but where does that leave him? Of course, he’s moved teams, locations, bases. But this one stuck, these are his men. With every thought, his heart beats louder and louder in his ears.

There’s a soft knock at the door. “Occupied.” John grunts out. “It’s me.” Your voice is muffled through the wooden door. Reason has long left him, which is the only reason his shaking hand unlocks the lock. You slip in quietly, keeping it tightly closed so no one else could see. “Gaz is taking them on a walk, we’re meeting them at base in twenty. When- John? Can you hear me?” He’s gripping the basin of the sink hard, like he wants to break it. The faucet is leaking, small drips landing every few seconds. 

“Alright, John, can you breathe for me? In and out, let’s do it together.” He scrambles and finds your hand warm and strong, squeezing his. It’s a reminder that you’re here, he’s here and not in some world where the carpet has been swept out from under him. You move his hand to your chest, where he can feel your lungs expand under your t-shirt. It grounds him as he matches your breathing to his, breaths calmer with every inhale and exhale. “You’re doing good, John. There you go.” Your voice rumbles through his hand, immovable as a mountain. He blinks and his vision is clear, staring straight into the mirror. His hand lays on your sternum, covered by your own. It feels a bit like ownership, security. The rest of his face looks…normal. His hair is in place, his beard sharp from where he cleaned it up this morning. There’s no signs of that immense pressure that had been pressing into him.

“Feel better?” You ask. He meets your eyes in the mirror, can sense you’re going into doctor mode. “Yeah, love. Feelin’ alrigh’.” The petname slips out unbidden, and neither of you acknowledge it. All you do is nod, squeezing his hand on your chest before dropping it back to his side. “Seeing them must have been hard. I’m sorry it hit you like this.” He nods. John runs the water and cleans his hands, washing away the sweat that gathered there. You watch from your perch near the door, all-seeing.

“John, do you-”

“Let’s talk later, Doc. Need to get t’ base.” He can’t bring himself to glimpse the pity on your face, so he simply walks out the door. There’s a ghost of a touch against his back as he passes you, so light he could’ve imagined it. Something tells him he didn’t, so he does what a good soldier does and compartmentalizes.

The two of you walk in silence all the way to base. When you both get there, the boys are waiting by what suspiciously looks like an…ATV. He turns to you, and the placid expression you’ve been maintaining suddenly transforms into a grin. “Welcome to our first day of team bonding!” 

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“Don’t worry, we’re not doing anything to aggravate injuries. I just figured between this and a golf cart, you might want something fun.” Your words meet four blank male faces. Clearly, they are not excited at your tone. “Where are we goin’ on it, Doc?” Gaz eventually asks. “We’re going on a nature walk!”

Jeez, not a happy crowd.

“There’s a small forest a few kilometers from here. We’re going on a nature walk.” You like scaring human war machines with the phrase ‘nature walk’. It’s a way for them to talk about their feelings while hiding their faces in foliage, one of your favorite tricks of the trade.

Unfortunately, the ATV is not big enough. It would be, with two seats in the front and a bench for three in the back, if you were with regular soldiers. Unfortunately, Gaz insists on driving and Soap needs the passenger seat so he doesn’t get vertigo. They’re the two leanest which leaves you with two hulking masses of muscle in the back. You can’t sit in the middle as you tried to do in the beginning, before Simon almost sat on you. Before you can tell them you’ll meet them there, John swings out and snatches you from where you’re standing outside the vehicle. There’s no doors so in an instant, you’re seated on his lap. Right thigh, to be exact. You haven’t touched him like this in a decade and he’s since put on weight, muscle and fat combining into a very comfortable seat. You’ve gained weight too, but it doesn’t occur to you to protest. If he wants to sign up for this, you’re not going to stop him.

You’re not going to slide down further into John’s lap when Gaz guns the gas pedal, seemingly knowing where the forest is without you telling him. You’re not going to put a hand on John’s other thigh as you hit a bump, no seat belts in sight. You’re not going to squeeze it hard, to feel that rigid muscle and sinew under your fingertips. You won’t let his arm tighten around your waist, his hand splayed on your belly like he owns it. You will, in fact, ignore the side eye Ghost is giving you, the searing gaze of Gaz in the rear view mirror. 

You do jump off the moment the vehicle stops.

“Right, well, let’s get going before the sun gets higher.” Absurdly, you expect something to have changed during the ride. For John to pull you into him and whisper something foul in your ear. You expect to have to reject him or ask how he’s doing after his panic attack. None of that happens.

Instead, John stays in the back of the group, walking with Soap as he tests out his cane on the worn trail of the forest. You walk in between Ghost and Gaz, thankful for the latter’s conversation. You let them get settled in, cataloguing escape routes and the rustling of creatures until their shoulders relax. It’s only when Ghost seems settled that you clear your throat to get their attention.

“Right, everyone. We’re going to address the elephant in the room.” It’s been grudging acceptance so far, but the forest turns pin-drop silent. These poor soldiers, taught they have to wage war on themselves even off the battlefield. It’s unfortunate, to have such unique skills you get turned into a weapon, not able to wield yourself anymore.

“We’re going to say something we regret. Could be about the last mission, or not. But I want you to take this seriously. Think of things that have been on your chest.” The only sound is the occasional chirping bird. These men know how to walk silently, so you’re the loudest one there.

“I’ll go first.” You say when no one says anything. You decide to start light. “I regret eating oatmeal before this. My stomach is turning.” That gets a pity laugh from Gaz. You catch his eyes, pleading for him to go next.

“I regret not bringing enough candy back with me.” The men grumble and hum, going around in a circle with lighthearted comments. Forgetting cigarettes, a last trip to the pub, a massage. When it gets back to you again, you steel yourself for an uncomfortable silence. “I regret not staying in London longer.”

Gaz scratches the back of his head. Ghost cracks his neck. You can’t see Soap or John behind you, but you bet they’re fidgeting as well. They can sit for hours behind a sniper scope, but talking about their feelings sets them on edge, years of training down the drain. (You know that’s not true. That they feel comfortable and safe enough with each other to show these little bits of emotion. But you like to think it’s you, that unnerves them).

It’s quiet for a few minutes. Sticks break under feet and light breaks through the winter-worn trees, not yet having bloomed with new leaves. Only when the sun temporarily blinds you does Gaz speak. “I regret not spendin’ more time with my mum ‘fore I left.” He grunts out. You nudge his shoulder in thanks. He’s a bit stiff, but relaxes eventually. 

“Ah regret runnin’ in tae tha’ fuckin’ room.”

“Johnny-”

“Soap-”

“Now, Soap-”

Despite their protests, there was a collective sigh in the group. The acknowledgement, the truth of it barren and raw. Pain is etched into their faces, wrinkled and squinting. But there’s something else there too. Relief. Acknowledgement. 

“I think that’s enough for today. Let’s get some lunch in all of you.”

The dynamic switches on the way back. John leads, Gaz trailing hesitantly behind him. Ghost and Soap after him, their hands occasionally brushing as they walk. You bring up the rear, cataloguing your own admission. I regret not staying in London longer. You’d left for your first mission with the Americans, the meeting with Laswell that would change your life.

You’d also left to escape the divorce papers tucked into the bedtable of your new, shitty flat.

When you get to the ATV, John is already sitting in his spot, legs spread to accommodate you. You resolutely do not look down at his cargos stretched over skin. 

When you sit, John tugs you closer than he had on the way there. Gaz drives smoothly at a reasonable speed, no bumps in sight. You have no explanation for the hairy paw that sits on the pouch of your stomach, securing you like a seatbelt. Or your hand on his chest, the stability unnecessary as the ATV rolls over flat land. 

John squeezes your waist. You squeeze him back.

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so i neared a super angsty moment with soap and the boys on this but i decided to stick to the romance bc me personally thats what i am here for

also im making this group therapy stuff up as i go pls dont expect medical accuracy

[gremlingottoosilly]

what do when reader is untrusting of Konig because she had been in a relationship that went really wrong (i.e. ex cheated on her)? how does our colonel woo her when she doesn't even want to be in the same room as him the second he says 'i love you'?

Ah! You know, a woman can very quickly become your wife if you have a bug enough basement...it's Konig's mind, anyway. He understands that you don't trust men, you're absolutely right, they are all bastards!! Not him though, of course not, he will take care of you and will try his best to win you over. You're so cold, running away from his confessions and gifts( flowers dropped in the garbage, all of his attempts at setting up a date finishes with her not showing up...he has patience, he has been waiting for you his whole fucking life, but he can't do this in a long run, he wants you too much to consider such silly things as consent and boundaries. You're waking up in his bedroom - not the basement, of course not, it's the last resort because he wants you to feel at home around him!! he drags you the head of your ex like a cat with a dead mouse - watches you whimper and cry as he only tilts his head to the side, wondering what's wrong. He killed the result of your distrust in men, you should be fine now!

[pascalislove]

THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader~12

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

It was a cold day, and the winter breeze cut through the air as Jeong-Won walked through the streets of downtown Seoul, seeking inspiration for his music. City lights illuminated the sidewalks, and people hurried by in thick coats and scarves.

He didn't expect to meet Seo Yeon, but there he was, crossing the street with his impeccable beige coat and a serene expression. When their eyes met, she smiled lightly, that smile that always had a sharp undertone.

—Jeong-Won,—he said as he approached with determined steps. What a surprise to see you here. —Seo Yeon,— he replied, his tone reserved. What are you doing here? —Just walking around,—he lied elegantly. —You know, me and Yun Ji Woo thought it would be a good idea.— You know, to break the ice.

Jeong-Won thought about saying it wasn't necessary, but something inside prompted him to respond differently. —We could have dinner at my house tonight,—he said in a calm voice.

Seo Yeon looked at him, clearly surprised by the unexpected invitation, but quickly regained her composure.—¿Your house? Well, why not? —When Jeong-Won returned to the mansion, Y/N was already in the living room going through some papers.

Hearing the door, he looked up. —All good? he asked, noticing the thoughtful expression on her face. —Seo Yeon is coming to dinner tonight,— he announced bluntly. Y/N looked at him, surprised. —Seo Yeon? Your ex-wife? -Yeah. —And why...? —I don't know,—he admitted, running a hand through his hair. It just happened.

Y/N did not ask more, but decided to stay to support him. He knew that Seo Yeon's presence always unsettled him, and someone had to be there to balance things out. When it was time for dinner, Seo Yeon showed up on time, accompanied by Yun Ji Woo.

She carried the same sophisticated and arrogant air that always characterized her. —I hope you cooked something decent, Jeong-Won,— Seo Yeon said as she entered, looking around with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. —This house always seemed too cold to me.—Y/N, trying to keep the peace, smiled politely as she led them towards the table.

Dinner began in an awkward silence, broken only by Seo Yeon's seemingly innocent comments. —How is your music going?— Seo Yeon suddenly asked, interrupting Y/N's train of thought. Jeong-Won looked up briefly before answering. -Good. I've been busy—The cold tone of his response was like a door closing in their faces. Seo Yeon, however, did not stop.

—Always so serious, Jeong-Won. I can't help but think that if you had been a little more... approachable, maybe things wouldn't have ended the way they did.—Y/N felt Jeong-Won lower his head, avoiding answering. The comment had hit a sensitive spot, but he refused to get into the game. Without thinking, Y/N slid her hand under the table and grabbed Jeong-Won's.

The touch was gentle, but firm, as if silently telling him that he was not alone. He briefly looked up at her, surprised, but grateful.The conversation continued, although Y/N noticed that Seo Yeon kept watching them with a mix of frustration and curiosity. Then a curious thing happened: Jeong-Won had a small sauce stain on the corner of his mouth. Without thinking too much, Y/N took a napkin and leaned towards him. —You have sauce here,— he said softly as he carefully wiped away the trail of food.

The gesture was natural, but full of tenderness that did not go unnoticed by anyone at the table. Jeong-Won looked at her, surprised, while Y/N smiled satisfied. Seo Yeon, for her part, pursed her lips. She used to make those little gestures for Jeong-Won, and seeing Y/N take that place irritated her deeply. —Well, it was an interesting… dinner,— Seo Yeon finally said as she got up from the table. Thanks for the invitation. Yun Ji Woo politely said goodbye before leaving after his wife.

When the door closed, silence settled in the house. Y/N began to clear the dishes while Jeong-Won watched her from the kitchen.—You don't have to do that,— he said finally. -I don't mind. Washing dishes together was a silent but intimate act. The tension of the night seemed to dissolve in the sound of running water and the soft clash of porcelain. Suddenly, Jeong-Won walked over to the music player and selected a slow song.

The first notes filled the room with a warm and calm atmosphere. —Do you want to dance? —he asked, his voice softer than usual. Y/N blinked, surprised. -Dance? -Yeah. She smiled, amused.—¿Do you know how to do it? —Not really,— he admitted. But I think you could teach me. Y/N put down the plate she was washing and walked over to him. —It's simple,— she said, taking her hand. —Just follow the rhythm...slowly.— Their bodies moved slowly to the music. At first, the steps were clumsy, but little by little they found a natural rhythm.

The closeness between them erased any awkwardness, leaving only a silent but powerful connection. Then, Jeong-Won did something unexpected. He stopped the movement and, without warning, took Y/N's face in his hands. She looked at him, surprised, but didn't move away. There was something in his eyes, a mix of vulnerability and desire, that took her breath away. And then, their lips met in a slow, deep kiss, loaded with emotions held back for too long. It was gentle at first, like a test, but it soon turned into something more intense.

When they separated, Y/N looked at him breathlessly, but they didn't pull away completely. —Thank you for teaching me,— Jeong-Won murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled softly, knowing that in that moment something had changed forever between them.

This story does not follow the plot of the series, tell me if you like it and if you want me to tag you in the chapters🫶

Tag list:

@anamiad00msday , @czarinera , @beebeechaos, @muchwita

THE CALL MASTERLIST

[pixelpaladin24]

...the urge to make a sideblog for every fucking Gong Yoo character I came across in the past one month is KILLING. ME. 😫

I started studying Korean just because of Squid Game but trying to understand what this man is saying in Korean without subtitles has been a real massive obsession of mine lately I am in pieces I mean just look at this guy and it's not just his looks but also his amazing talent at acting, like I totally fucking believed his character was insane in Squid Game S2, he played it so well, he kept me on the edge of my seat in a fucking chokehold, I'm still buzzing every time I think about that, Jesus fucking Crisis guys just-

Luring in 456 naïve people into a game when he knows full well only 1 will fucking make it out

His happy little ✨ psycho walk ✨

No seriously he's pulling off so many scary shit in SG S2 I swear, JUST. PLEASE. SEE WHAT I HAD TO SEE. This man single-handedly stole the entire fucking show for me, I loved his character so fucking much it hurts, he had so many layers and so many traumas and he was absolutely psychotic nnnnnhhhh- 😭

So after the Squid Game I decided to watch him in a movie, too, I was curious what he'd do in a world set in a zombie apocalypse so I watched Train to Busan AND IT WAS THE BIGGEST FUCKING MISTAKE I'VE EVER MADE!!!!!!! THIS MOVIE MADE ME FEEL FEELINGS I THOUGHT THEY DIDN'T EXIST ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WAS INSANE!!!!!!!!!! The ideas were so original and they paid attention to every little detail, the zombies looked cool and terrifying and Gong Yoo absolutely slayed his role as Seok-woo, a (recently) single father who's just trying to survive on a train, surrounded by fucking ZOMBIES, while taking his DAUGHTER to Busan via train to meet with his ex-wife and hoping they'd survive and AAAAAAAAH this movie killed me. That was the first night I used my Beauty of Joseon Eye Revival Cream and I BAWLED MY FUCKING EYES OUT BECAUSE OF THIS MAN. It was so fucking unfair. I'll never recover from it. I am still absolutely devastated.

But at the same time, I'm only singing praises. He was amazing!

Now I'm watching a show called Tokkebi: The Lonely and Great God. Each episode is longer than an hour and his character is this immortal being who can only be freed by the "Goblin's bride". I love this show. Only three episodes in, but I'm pretty sure it's going to break my heart again, but because of some very funny circumstances, he has to tolerate a Grim Reaper in his home and THEY'RE SO FUCKING COOL YOUR HONOUR!!!!!!!! There was one scene in which they both set out to save somebody and. Just. A Goblin has basically godlike powers. And at some point he's teaming up with that Grim Reaper. Just. The ideas. I love that. I dig it so much. 😭 (His character is often a little shit and the Grim Reaper is absolutely exhausted 99% of the time, the dynamics are so great and and funny and it's really entertaining to watch!)

..........at this point I'm pretty sure I'll watch everything this man is in. There's no turning back. I am constantly in the state of

[bones4thecats]

you can i do. Scarab x Ex wife mantis fem reader

➸ Ex to Me, Love to You; Scarab × F! S/O

Characters: Scarab A/N: This does contain some hints of a toxic relationship, though there isn't anything too specific other than anger issues. Just thought I should warn you guys just in case! Anyways, thank you for requesting this idea, @zinnia1506, it was amazing! ➥ Summary: Getting divorced is hard for someone who doesn't want it, but for you and your ex-husband, you both wanted it. At least, you thought you both wanted it...

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🪲 It was years ago that you laid that file labeled 'Divorce Papers' in front of Scarab. And ever since then, you had happily grown to be a different person. You were able to do so many different things that you were never able to do when married

🪲 You had begun to make friends with many universe members, including that of Prismo, whom you adored. The two of you would speak anytime you could, and he was the anchor keeping you from snapping your ex's neck

🪲 Speaking of your ex; Scarab may have acted like it at first, but he did not want to divorce you. He loved you so much, and he still did. Not that you couldn't realize his constant attempts to get you back

🪲 You groaned as you heard another ring come from your cell. Prismo cocked an eyebrow and asked what was happening. You just looked at the flower that had a glowing-ball floating above and said a single name;

"Scarab."

"He's still not leaving you alone?"

"Ha. At this point, I'm pretty sure his stubbornness if the only thing left in his mind."

"Wow. Shows just how obsessive he is, yeah?"

"Yep." You replied.

🪲 Before you knew it, you put the call to messages. And after only a few seconds, he called again. Prismo shrugged and went over to speak to Simon, who was curled in a ball, looking at the yellow wall blankly

🪲 You pressed the answer button and there, facing you through the magical ball, was your ex-husband. He sighed dramatically and began to ramble about how much he missed you and wanted you to come back to him

"Look, I'm sorry that I got angry all the time! But, I can change! I swear on it."

"Do you know how many times I've heard that line from you? To damn many. Scarab, I'm going to tell you this one final time. If you try calling me or contacting me in any way; delivery, letters, call, in-person, I will not hesitate to bring a certain someone in." You warned, voice getting deeper as you threatened him.

🪲 Scarab's eyes widened as he trembled in anger. It was easy to tell that he was holding himself back from yelling at you. You just rolled your eyes as he kept it up, trying to woo you back to marrying him and being together like the 'old times'

"Actually, you know what, Scarab?"

"What?"

"You can go burn in hell, asshole."

"W-WHY YOU!-"

🪲 The call ended, by you pressing a button, a smirk evident on your face as Simon and Prismo chuckled from behind

"Let's go, Y/N!" Simon cheered.

"Amen!" Prismo added.

🪲 You smiled at the two of them and went to sit beside them. You knew your life beside Scarab was long over, but your life with the two people you viewed as family was just beginning

[anjelicawrites]

Aemond Targaryen

18+ only, minors DNI please! I do not consent to have my fics translated.

Updated 15/06!

Jelous reader drabble (SFW)

Poor reader trying to woo Aemond (SFW)

Flying on Vhagar with angry Aemond (SFW)

Aemond on being tied up (NSFW)

Aemond dancing with his daughter (SFW)

Hades!reader x Persephone!Aemond (SFW)

Modern!Aemond x bff!reader headcanon (SFW)

King Aemond first of his name, in love (NSFWish)

King Aemond first of his name continuation (NSFW)

Aemond and his lady wife experiment in bed (SFW)

Aemond and the Northerner general (SFW)

An unnecessary Ladyhawke AU for Aemond (SFW)

Subspace headcanons for sub!Aemond (suggestive themes)

Thoughts on dad!Aemond (SFW)

Aemond and his praise kink (suggestive themes)

Sub!Aemond headcanons (NSFW)

Modern!Physician!Aemond x nurse!reader (suggestive themes)

Pet Cemetary inspired AU for Aemond (SFW)

Untiteled smuttish Aemond piece (NSFWish)

Random sugar daddy! and ex!Aemond (SFW)

Modern!dad!Aemond headcanon (SFW)

The Unexpected paramour (modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader. SFW)

You love Aemond Targaryen and he loves you. You suspect your cat loves him more. 

Dragon riding not for the beginners (sub!Aemond Targaryen x dom!reader NSFW)

Inspired by the prompt “Why don’t you ride this dragon my love.” from this prompt list. Or, Aemond fucks around and finds out. 

Keep reading (Aemond Targaryen x reader NSFW)

Aemond is being a little shit, his lady wife is done with him. Fill for the prompt “Ugh,baby, I cant- please…” from this prompt list. 

You can never leave (Dark!Aemond Targaryen x older!reader. NSFW. DDDNE)

You are in a secret, albeit happy, relationship with Aemond, until you are not anymore.

Birthday boy (Modern!subbish!Aemond Targaryen x dommish!reader NSFW)

For his birthday, Aemond gets the pegging of his life

One step from you (Modern!prosecutor!Aemond Targaryen x commissioner!reader SFW)

A surprise dinner invitation, forces closed off prosecutor Aemond Targaryen to start rethink his life.

Moonlight thoughts (Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader NSFW)

Written as part of the House of the Dragon Big Bang '23. Aemond's wife, who is older than him, wakes up in the middle of the night, plagued by the dark thoughts of what would happen when their age difference will show. Aemond consoles her.

In the night (Aemond Targaryen x reader NSFW)

Written as a part of Targaryen-Dinasty’s 3k milestone celebration. Whenever sleep evades him, Aemond can find refuge in his spouse’s embrace. Tonight he needs a little something more to fall deep into slumber.

More stubborn than a dragon (Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader)

Your marriage to Aemond would be a win, if it wasn’t for his dreadful, drafty quarters, you’re supposed to share with him. When you decide to live in another set of chambers, because he seems to ignore how unhappy you are, you two are bound to butt heads.

Bringer of gifts (Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader DDDNE + NSFW)

Expanding this head canon. Luke survives Storm’s End and gets captured later in the Dance, only to lose his eye to Aemond’s psychotic wife, who wants to give it to him as a gift.

The history of a marriage (coming soon)

A northerner education (coming soon)

Du riechst so gut (coming soon)

Quiet strength (coming soon)

Young god (coming soon)

The winner takes it all (NSFW) (Aemond Targaryen x reader) TLK!AU 10/10

True love’s kiss (NSFW) (Maleficent!Aemond Targaryen x woodland fairy! reader) Sleeping beauty!AU 3/?

A lovely anon requested “ Hii! Can I request a modern aemond x fem reader with reader trying to surprise aemond after a hard week at work. Aemond comes home to find reader cooking with wearing only an apron.” (modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader NSFW)

Studying with academic slut!Aemond (where I hoard all the asks about him! NSFW)

[muddyorbsblr]

the final Lady Sharpe part 4: something to look forward to

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @ellooo0ooo

Summary: You and Edith make significant progress on your mission to put Lucille behind bars; Thomas makes a confession before you go to sleep

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: ghosts; a lil bit of steam [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Reader & Thomas are married; more pining; simp Thomas

The ink had dried enough on the final document you were working on duplicating for tonight that you could group them together and place the original papers back in Lucille's hiding place. Tomorrow morning if ever she were to check on them, she would be none the wiser of what had been transpiring over the last two weeks. You repeatedly clenched and unclenched your fingers, trying to get some feeling back into them after writing with barely a pause for break over the last few hours.

"Tomorrow we'll be done with all the documents," you whispered into the silence, feeling Edith's presence nearby as you made your way to Thomas' workshop. "I'll need you to show me where the phonograph cylinders are hidden, and if you know which one has Lucille's demented confession…"

"I'll show you the way," she confirmed. "And I'll make sure that none of the more…how do I put this…bloodthirsty spirits don't touch you. They tend to be a bit overly protective of their turf."

"The what?" You froze in place at her mention of bloodthirsty spirits. You had enough of a fright when you'd first "met" her and Enola, you might not survive encountering their less agreeable companions. The feel of someone nudging you from behind had you moving down the corridor again.

"Don't you worry about them, Y/N. I'll do my part to keep them away, explain to them that you're our friend, and you'll put an end to Lucille's lifelong murder spree. It might take time for them to fully understand, but they will."

Once you crossed the threshold to Thomas' workshop, you heard the exaggerated groan that belonged to your fleeting husband. Checking the candle in your hand, there was only about a thumb's worth left.

"Right on schedule," Edith remarked before you felt a nudging sensation on your shoulder. "You know he must really care for you if he's willing to endure being with her for the sake of your safety. Before she made him go back out into the city to find a new wife--well, a new victim, he looked gaunt. Almost like he found his life grotesque. Then he came back here with you and…there was color in his face again. Like he's allowed himself to live while he wooed and married you. There's a happiness in him when he's with you that I only ever saw glimpses of back when I was--"

Her words fell dead, but you had a feeling you knew what the sentiment was. Back when I was alive. Back when I was his wife.

"Why Miss Edith Cushing, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were playing matchmaker with your ex-husband and his current charlatan of a wife," you mumbled, trying not to look to deeply into her words, her testimony of Thomas' time before you. You were already having enough trouble keeping your affections for him at bay whenever he engaged in your routine of a kiss to cap off the night, marking yet another rung on the progression ladder. Lucille's incarceration becoming ever closer.

You decided to hide the duplicated papers in between the pages of his sketchbook, thinking the chances were slim that Lucille would look into them since he only kept concept art of the toys he wished to work on within it. Flipping through the pages to evenly distribute the additional papers, you found a set of sketches that had absolutely nothing to do with toy designs.

The last few pages that he'd worked on in the journal were filled with sketches of you. Some depicted you asleep, others as if the image he had in mind was of you next to him at the dining table. And a full page that showed the bedroom you shared with the baronet, you perched on the edge, a light wash of orange painted on the page, like the scene was illuminated by firelight.

That was the day you arrived at Allerdale Hall. The fleeting moments of desirous bliss you had before reality came crashing down on you.

"You say this marriage is all an act for you both now, but it doesn't look that way. Not from where I'm standing…well, floating." Both of you shared a chuckle before she posed a question at you. "Y/N something I noticed at night when he makes his way back to you…there's an excitement in him, as if he can't move fast enough."

"I--I didn't know about that part," you answered her in hushed tones as you made your way to your shared bedroom, maneuvering the barely moonlit halls with what little candlelight remained. "I usually try not to look at him before we sleep. I fail, of course, but I make the effort. Granting his request for a kiss after he washes the night off of him was already a miscalculation on my part--"

"Completely understandable miscalculation," she quipped, managing to quietly open the bedroom door wide open. "Far too handsome for me to even think of knowing any better back then."

"My thoughts exactly," you mumbled, stepping into the bedroom and disposing of the used candlewax before stretching and allowing yourself to relax from the night's clandestine activities. "Goodnight, Edith."

"I'll talk to the spirits inhabiting the corridor where the cylinders are hidden," she offered, a faint whispering joining her once again before you heard her echoing chuckle. "It seems your husband's rushing to make his way to you. You still have quite the night ahead. Goodnight, my friend."

You could feel the fatigue setting in as you let the tub fill for Thomas' bath before putting away your tools and your blades, mentally preparing yourself for another night of insufficient sleep. Just as you had for the better part of the last two weeks.

Right as you made your way back to your side of the bed and shook your hair loose from your bun, Thomas walked through the open door. You gave him a small smile. "I should be done with the documents tomorrow, Edith and I will work on transcribing the recording cylinders that can lead the case more to Lucille than you two days from now at the latest."

"That's wonderful news, darling," he beamed at you, running his gaze over you briefly before walking toward the bathroom. "I shall see you in a few moments," he told you, his voice echoing across the tiles. A few seconds later the sound of the water sloshing and a sinfully satisfied groan filled the room as he sat into the tub. "You truly are a godsend, my wife. Thank you."

You did your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach hearing him call you that. You wouldn't hear it for much longer with the progress you were making. "You're welcome," you answered back, fighting back your own sounds of relief once your back hit the bed and you allowed yourself to finally relax for the night.

The cumulative efforts of the last dozen or so days seem to have finally taken its toll on you, your eyes fluttering shut as soon as your head hit the pillow. You hadn't been able to hear the sound of Thomas padding his feet on the floor and back to you, or his little gasp as he saw you in your slumbering state.

"No…" he sighed, climbing into bed with you. "Y/N, darling, please tell me you haven't completely fallen asleep yet," he said softly, brushing your hair away from your face.

"Hmm?" You leaned in to his touch, feeling a strange sense of comfort when your cheek rubbed against his slightly calloused hand. "'M awake…" you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes. He gave you a tender smile when your eyes met his, and you couldn't help but return it.

It was only in these moments just before you both went to sleep, your parts in this perilous operation done for the night, that you could allow yourself to almost feel as if you were a normal married couple. Just laying in bed together before going to sleep, sharing a quick goodnight kiss before he pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

Perhaps even indulge yourself, even for a moment, in the dangerous truth that once this was all over, you would miss these fleeting moments of peace with him. You'd miss how he held you through the night and how you'd wake up wrapped in his arms. How in the last few days he would greet you in the morning with a soft kiss to your nose before you both made your way out of bed and stepped out of your room.

You would miss him when all this was over. When you'd both signed the divorce papers and went on your separate ways, and you were back in your apartment in the city, going to bed alone, you would miss him.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a small sound coming from the back of his throat as he sighed into the kiss, almost as if he was relieved. "This is the only thing getting me through the nights," he said solemnly, settling more comfortably into the bed as he kept kissing you. "Knowing that this was what awaited me when I get back."

Instead of your usual night routine of a few kisses and he would pull you into his arms, both of you falling asleep to the sound of the other's breath evening out, he moved his body closer, kissing his way to your neck, his hand traveling down the side of your body until it settled at your waist. His lips began to trace along the neckline of your nightgown, the contented hums against your skin combined with the feel of his lips on you had you struggling for breath. "Thomas--"

"It should be you," he whimpered, his exhales warming your skin. "I should be spending my night with you. Laying with you." He kept on kissing along your neckline, his other hand pulling along the string that exposed your décolletage and he immediately pressed his lips to your chest, above your heart. "You're my wife, I should be with you."

He kissed his way back to your lips, your shock from his confession letting his tongue slip past your lips and tangle with your own. It was like flames licked all along your body at the contact, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as your fingers weaved into his onyx curls.

"Thomas, wait--" you tried to say, placing your hands on his chest in a paltry attempt to get him to pause for a moment, failing to fight against your eyes fluttering closed and your entire body melting under him the moment his tongue delicately ran along the roof of your mouth.

"I want to lay with you," he said once he pulled away, looking at you with those wide pleading eyes that likened him to a pup asking for a treat. "May I?"

For the love of all things good in this world say yes, you hissed at yourself. You struggled to breathe properly, fighting against every instinct to give in as he repeatedly whispered "please" into your skin. Trying to not let the curiosity and desire consume you and see how far your husband was willing to go.

This was the fantasy you wanted to lose yourself in, where by some miracle when all this was over and you both made it out alive, that you'd found something with each other that neither of you wanted to lose. That after all this perhaps you could have a life together, preferably far away from Allerdale Hall and the figurative and literal ghosts that roam the corridors.

The fantasy that perhaps when you were both safe from Lucille and she was serving her time behind bars, locked away where she couldn't harm anyone anymore, that Thomas might not want to sign the divorce papers. Because maybe he was falling in love, too.

"We've come so far already, we can't afford to lose focus now," you answered him, your voice coming out so small it was like the words all but refused to get through the lump in your throat. "Once all this is done, and we're free of her, you'll be free to do whatever you please…with whomever you please."

The last part left a bitter taste in your mouth, like it physically pained you to say the words.

"You're right," he sighed, leaning away enough so that he could look at you. The expression on his face was akin to that of a wounded pup, making the guilt and regret from your decision overwhelm your system. "Of course." He moved over to his side of the bed, taking a breath before hesitantly touching his fingers to yours. "May I still hold you?"

You didn't think twice, moving over to him and settling into his arms. "Yes, of course." The words refused to be spoken, but you'd found a strange comfort in his embrace. That despite the very real danger you both found yourselves in, and the looming dire consequences of Lucille and the business end of her cleaver if you made so much as one misstep on this perilous endeavor of yours, you felt almost a safety in his warm embrace.

And while no one would ever be able to get you to admit it, it made getting up out of bed in the mornings near impossible. You didn't want to leave him. You wanted him all to yourself.

All the more reason why you needed to be done with this and go your separate ways. You should never be so selfish as to beg him to stay with you and deny him yet another freedom. So much had already been stolen from him.

He brushed a lock of your hair away from your face before asking softly, "How long do you reckon before Scotland Yard comes here after you send the papers?"

"Not long," you answered him, your words full of confidence in your peers. "I'll include a summary of my findings to help them through the papers I've sent them, process them faster. I'll also try and emphasize the urgency of our situation, that we're currently living in a manor with a woman that has the intention and means, not to mention the stomach, to kill me. That we have very good reason to believe our lives are in imminent danger. Should get them moving pretty quick."

"And what are we to do until they arrive?" You could feel him tensing as he anticipated your response.

Bile flooded your stomach from what you had to tell him. "We keep routine." His beautiful face looked so pained as you said the words. "She has to believe that there's nothing wrong, that everything's going to plan. If she gets even the slightest whiff that we're up to something and she kills me. Maybe even you if she finds out that you helped."

He took a shuddering breath, pulling you closer against him so he could press a kiss to your forehead. "Let's hope they move quickly then," he mumbled against you, pressing more kisses on the same spot as he took calming breaths. "I can barely stomach any more of it." His breath hitched at his words, his tone rife with shame.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, placing your hand on his chest, feeling his pulse sprinting like a madman. "This burden shouldn't be on you. Never should have been. She's stolen so much from you…" Your sentiment caught in the back of your throat as you did your damnedest to fight back tears. "I'll do my best to make sure she doesn't steal any more of your life away."

"What if she figures out what we've been up to? Or if she gets impatient and realizes there's no money coming after all this time?"

It took you a moment before you could answer, the implication hanging over you both now like the Sword of Damocles. "Then Scotland Yard will arrive here to a corpse. Either mine or hers."

Tears welled in his eyes as he pulled you closer, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I won't let her hurt you, I swear it." He stole a few more kisses from you before he cradled your head against his chest. "You should sleep, I can feel how tired you are."

"Exhausted," you confessed, settling into his embrace, the comfort from his hold blanketing over you as your cheek rubbed against the soft hairs on his chest. "Goodnight, husband."

You couldn't resist calling him that. In a few short weeks you'd never be able to again.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head, stroking your hair before he whispered, "Goodnight, my darling wife."

As the minutes passed, and the only sounds that filled the bedroom were your breathing and the crackling of the fireplace, Thomas found himself unable to succumb to sleep just yet. He was still riddled with so many questions that he couldn't bring himself to ask you quite yet.

What if by some freak accident of a chance, Lucille comes across one of your colleagues when she runs her errands in the city and they were to mention who you were, and what you did before you married him? What if now that she was armed with this new information, she deemed you too much of a threat and decided to do away with you like she'd done with so many other innocent women?

What if she decided to make it even worse, and ordered him to kill you instead? Spout some nonsensical notion that he needed to get his hands dirty this time around so she could see if he still had the stomach for it?

He knew he wouldn't be able to hurt you, that he would be completely unwilling to. But would he be able to protect you against Lucille?

And the question that had him looking upon the coming weeks with a mix of dread and hope, all depending on how you would react if he were to even muster up the courage to say the words: What if you stayed together after this fleeting partnership of yours? What if you were open to exploring what a life together would truly be like? Move away from Allerdale Hall and find a place in the city?

"What if I begged you not to leave me?" he whispered into the empty silence, stroking the backs of his fingers along your cheek. "What if I've fallen in love with my wife, and I want to turn our marriage into something real?"

A/N: *popping out my head from my writing hidey hole* Well hi there! Been a long while since I updated this story, but I can promise you now…I didn't abandon it 🫡 And we're picking up with our precious meow meow baronet big tiddy goth husband really showing his hand here that he's catching feelings 🥹

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[laswells-ashtray]

damn honestly graves is such a sweet man to have as a partner from your headcanons, you write him well. do you think those traits are there for a borrowed time though, like would his eyes wander around, does he seem the type the cheat? do you think he would be down to marry and maybe want kids of his own some day? im confused about bro, sometimes he's the sweet man taking care of his shadows and sometimes he's a lil.. cunty (guess that's why we like the guy though)

also adler is a bit more selfish in your headcanons i suppose, a bit less romantic than graves, i sorta assumed he gave 'old money' vibes so he'd be less pleasure oriented (as most people are these years) and more romantic but i suppose how quickly he moves on from things, you are right about him. we know he had an ex wife though, i wonder who bagged who there and wonder if adler was faithful in his late marriage. i dont know if you played cold war but adler didn't exactly seem flirty even when we played as a fem bell, he mostly keeps his cool i wonder when and how the guy woos someone.

I try to write them as realistic people because I think fandoms have a habit of turning characters into their dream fantasy of how a partner should act and it plays a big part in how I write about Adler. I do think he's selfish in regards to his own pleasure, as many people are but that only entices me to the idea of him. I appreciate that someone gets a kick out of my interpretations.

I don't think Graves is a cheater but I do think he cheated once when he was a teenager and that's something that he cringes looking back on. If he's losing interest in a relationship then he'll leave it, he's not the type to stay unnecessarily. I think he made the mistake when he was a teenager and he doesn't look kindly upon it, he doesn't try to excuse it or dismiss it just because time has passed. He's ashamed of himself for it and he likes to keep it close to his chest so that he grows from it. This is a personal take but it's up to interpretation, I don't think Graves is the type to have kids. The job is his priority and he'd consider it a disservice to any children he ever had to try and play the role of a father wearing the skin of a mercenary.

I think Adler's selfishness and drive were what broke up his marriage and I think he's aware of that but unwilling to change. He knows he won't get married again so it affects very little in his life, he's a stubborn man but he's one who gets the job done and that's all that matters to him at least. All of this is just the interpretation that appeals to me the most but I think it works with his character. I have no idea how he'd approach someone romantically because my idea of him as someone who's pleasure-oriented is that he relies on his looks. If he wants a quick fuck, he goes to a bar in a tight shirt and sits alone with a drink in his hand. If someone approaches him, that's on them but he'll entertain it. If no one does then he finds his pleasure in the bottom of a glass.

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ as they once were ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ idea by @/therockyraccon31, requested by @sofokl13 ˚₊ ⊹

ft. seong gi-hun x gn! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ life has never been the same ever since you both got back from the nightmare that was the 33rd games┊1.1k words

contains: angst, alcohol & intoxication, gi-hun is going through it

➤ author's note: i miss his smile so much like omg please hdh bring him back to us (also the request called for comfort but i needed to make this angsty)

he had all the money in the world now, even after he paid off the debt he’s been drowning in for years. now, he could start a business and become the successful man he had always dreamed of being. he could win back custody of his daughter, using his newly accumulated wealth as evidence that he could provide for her. he could everyone who doubted him wrong and have them beg for forgiveness because they wanted to leech even a couple of cents off of him. 

yet none of it mattered anymore. he was living the exact same way he was living before, living in the same house and wearing the same ragged clothes, the only difference was the amount of money in his bank account and his new addiction to drinking like a fish to ignore all he’s witnessed. 

and, of course, the people he cared for were gone. both the people he knew before the games, like sang-woo and his mother, and the people he never got to know outside the island, like sae-byeok and ali. there wasn’t anyone else alive who was there for him, not when his daughter and his ex-wife had all moved away to the united states, and he didn’t have the courage to make so much as a phone call to reach out. 

there wasn’t anyone else alive for him, except for you.

he’s too drunk to feel embarrassed when he knocks on your door again. it’s the second time this week, and it wasn’t even thursday yet. the weather matches his mood: pitch black with the stormy clouds blocking out any light that would have come from the moon and stars. rain is pouring and soaking his clothing through, but he can’t bring himself to care. he doesn’t feel anything but sorrow and an insatiable need for comfort that he only feels when he’s by your side. 

it’s funny to think that he was trying to avoid anything and everything that reminded him of the games, but the one of the only things that could put him at ease again was meeting with someone he met through them. as the last two finalists, you both agreed to split the winnings and keep your lives intact. after that, it was difficult to stay apart. your entire beings were shaken to the core in just a few days, and you were called insane and deluded by authorities and mental health professionals alike.  there was no one else in the world who would understand what either of you were going through, and there was no one there for you aside from each other.

“jesus christ, gi-hun, you’re going to catch your death out here!” you scolded, ushering him into the warmth of your home. “god, you need a shower— some of your clothes are still here so you can change into that.”

he obeyed your words without a single protest, navigating your house like it was his own. similar to him, you haven’t done anything major yet with your winnings other than paying off debts, but there were subtle signs of your wealth like your daughter finally having the money to go off to college and the charm of your simple necklace being made out of real silver. 

you handed him his things and let him wander into the bathroom to groom himself, and as the shower ran with the water making pitter-patter sounds like the rain outside, you couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the man you remembered. he was so sweet and kind regardless of the situation, always having a smile on his face and spreading an infectious, cheerful energy to everyone else. he made you have hope in a place that was hell-bent on crushing it, and you quickly found yourself feeling more for him than you should have.

of course, you still adore him, even though he's merely a shell of who he used to be. it’s heartbreaking to know that you’ll never see that stupid grin of his ever again, but no matter how much he has changed, you’ll still be there for him to lend a hand and pull him out of the pool of sorrows he’s been wallowing in ever since, and not even god himself would be able to separate you. 

you just wish you could have met under different circumstances, one where you weren’t fighting to stay alive and would be able to get to know each other without wearing those cursed teal tracksuits. 

dinner went smoothly, albeit quietly. the only sounds were the metal utensils clinking against the bowls, but it was calming rather than awkward. you had made two portions out of habit, once again forgetting that your daughter wasn’t home and was instead in her college dorm, so it was perfect that gi-hun had come along. 

“you should come over for dinner more often,” you casually said. he usually arrives after you’ve already eaten and crashes on the couch, which you don’t mind, but it was pitiful on his part. “it’s nice having someone else in the house…”

“i thought you would be sick of me by now,” he said, voice devoid of any emotion. you couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious, and if he was serious, if there was a hint of sadness or annoyance. 

“you know i would never feel that way,” you admitted earnestly. 

he stayed silent, taking a sip of water before abruptly grabbing his coat and getting up to leave, “i should go.”

“already?” you tried to hide the surprise and hurt in your expression, wondering if you said something wrong to make him uncomfortable. “it’s still raining. why don’t you stay for a little while longer until it lets up—”

“no, i just—” he lingered for a moment, trying to think of an excuse that sounded natural, but failed to think of anything and just made a beeline for the door. “i’m sorry.”

he feels awful for leaving you like this, but he couldn’t handle it. he can’t handle the thought of getting closer than you already are, without his head starting to spin and his heart beating out of his chest. he’s scared of losing you like he lost everyone else if he gets too close. the two of you still aren’t free, he knows because he feels the eyes of the frontman and his guards on him at all times, and he knows you feel the same even if you haven’t mentioned it yet. 

he wants things to go back to as they once were. he wants so desperately to live normally and to build a new life with you, but it just isn’t possible. he can’t envision a future at all, much less a happy one with you. 

idea by therockyraccon31

#I miss himmmmmmmmmmmmm #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #I want to be his divorced wife #😔 #or his best friend he occasionally drunkenly sleeps over with #his divorced vibes are simply too alluring I will do anything be anything

requested by sofokl13

hey can i request the reader who made a connection with seong gi-hun in the first game and they fell in love and won together (hunger games-style or idk). and after that they’re trying to rebuild their lives together with the money. i just miss my sunshine boy from season 1😭😭😭 i need to comfort him so bad

[yandere-paramour]

hi!! i just got reminded that my ex (who i still have feeling for, it seems) has a new boyfriend. what are your thoughts on darling who just recently broke up and then got kidnapped by yanderes?

Oh I know you're going through it, I'm so sorry

Noelle would be the easiest because as long as she has you safely in the apartment, she can wait for you to heal before you both start your romantic/sexual relationship. She still won't allow you to masturbate without her though.

Vivien is pretty intense but he understands breakups. He wouldn't want to push you but he is CLEARLY antsy about loving you and anxious to start your lovely new life together. He starts his campaign to woo you day one; pulling out all the stops of breakfast in bed, flowers, rubbing your feet and listening to your struggles and worries. He will bend over backwards to take care of you and honestly it's very charming. You'll try to rebound with him and end up married with 4 kids.

Atalanta is the worst because she expects you to be WIFE from day fucking one and she has never been through a breakup before so she doesn't really understand how devastating it can be. She will try to give you emotional space but physical space is a no. You still have to hug her (not kiss her) and sleep in the bed with her and live in her house. You're not ready and it's infuriating that you've been kidnapped at such a vulnerable time but Atalanta is sure that a nice trip to Greece will soothe you, or at least distract you.

[the-hopeful-squid]

sangihun for the ask game — 3 , 9 , 12 !!

3. What's your headcanon about them?

Starting off broad, I see! I feel like this could be answered in so many different ways. Thus, I've gone with what I think about their relationship in canon.

Definitely read Sang-woo as a closeted gay man who has been low-key in love with Gi-hun at least since they were teenagers. I imagine that he started cutting Gi-hun out of his life by midway through college at the latest, though he probably didn't start fully ghosting Gi-hun until his debt started to spiral out of control and he started embezzeling.

I also headcanon him as repressed enough to try and deny/rationalize away his romantic feelings for Gi-hun to himself. That in turn probably lead to a lot of built up resentment and a muddled mix of admiration/disdain for Gi-hun, which he'd have struggled to articulate for himself and probably also tried to just suppress so he wouldn't have to look at it.

Then there's the whole, "Pride of Ssangmun-dong" thing. I headcanon that he put aside a lot of things he actually cared about in trying to live up to the ideals of, "Smart kid with a bright (read: 'financially successful') future ahead in a 'smart' field like business," that he picked up on as a kid whether or not it was outright stated. As such, he taught himself to value the things he was told would get him the 'right' future - academic intelligence, a college degree, a swanky finance job, and above all a life that left Ssangmun-dong in the rearview mirror.

At the same time, he learned to look down on everyone who didn't escape Ssangmun-dong, as epitomized by his childhood friend Gi-hun. Gi-hun, who had done everything wrong with his poor education and shitty manual labor job, but who was also kind and happy and generous, who made friends everywhere he went as easy as breathing, and who above all managed to get married and start a family with an appropriate female partner before his life collapsed in the wake of the failed factory strike, while Sang-woo was stuck with all these queer feelings for men, and for Gi-hun in particular, that the proper & successful "Pride of Ssangmun-dong" was absolutely Not Supposed To Have. As a result, he would up with many tangled, messy, and sometimes flat-out contradictory feelings of envy, resentment, admiration, disdain, and genuine care all directed towards Gi-hun.

So it makes sense that seeing Gi-hun again in the Capitalist Murder Games threw him off his game so bad he never fully recovered.

And this has indeed gotten long already! I'll try to wrap the next bit up more concisely.

For Gi-hun, I headcanon that he absolutely could have been in love with Sang-woo from childhood, but he is also the kind of person who takes life as it is without introspecting too deeply whenever possible. Thus, my headcanon on that front is that Gi-hun probably had some romantic feelings for Sang-woo, but he never got the chance to realize them even to himself because Sang-woo first ghosted him for years and then died in the games.

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9. What characters from their universe would support or hate their relationship?

This one is harder... If it's canon and they never got together, then I don't think anyone around them ever looked close enough to suspect the potentially romantic feelings between them. If they do get together, then I think it depends on at what point that happens.

By-and-large, however:

I think Sang-woo's mom would take some time to get past the ideas she'd built up in her head of Sang-woo as the perfect son who would eventually settle down with a nice, proper wife and give her nice, proper grandkids. Eventually, though, I think she would be supportive.

Gi-hun's mom already put up with so much shit and nonsense from her kid that I think her support or lack thereof would depend entirely on the likelihood of his relationship with Sang-woo getting Gi-hun out of her house, lol.

Gi-hun's ex-wife would low-key worry that Gi-hun had only used her as a beard during their marriage, but I think she'd support him finding happiness with someone else if she got some reassurance that he had genuinely loved her when they got married. Her new husband, on the other hand, would not be supportive.

Jung-bae would be supportive, though he'd probably also be kind of oblivious and awkward a lot. The, "asking invasive questions/being confused at first that one of them isn't, 'the girl'/otherwise awkward but ultimately well-meaning," kind of oblivious.

A lot of Sang-woo's finance colleagues would not be supportive.

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12. What is your favorite scene with them?

All of them?? How can you ask this??

Honestly, if I had to pick one scene, it's a tossup between their conversation in episode 2 and their final showdown in the games.

[ppeonppeonhan]

Korean GLs I'd Watch...

Let's try to manifest a world where some of the biggest Korean actresses were cast in major full-length GL kdramas.

COP + CRIMINAL

Esom (Because This Is My First Life) and Lee Da-hee (Search: WWW) play partners and besties, who both fall for their respective suspects for a crime spree against the patriarchy. (Think: Evening the pay gap at a major company; exposing scandals of sexist politicians; and chemically castrating sex offenders). Esom's love interest is Park Eun-bin (Extraordinary Attorney Woo), and Da-hee's love interest is Seo Yea-ji (It's Okay to Not Be Okay). It's a romantic crime thriller.

FRIENDS to LOVERS

Seol In-ah (Business Proposal) plays a new-money rich girl who hires a former old-money rich girl, played by Yoo In-na (Touch Your Heart), to be her personal assistant out of pity, but pretends she doesn't know her backstory. And Yoo helps Seol navigate rich society. Their conflict is that Seol's family bankrupted Yoo's family, and is getting the life Yoo was supposed to have, including the fiancee, the job, and the house. It's a sweet romantic comedy.

BOSS + EMPLOYEE

Kim Ji-won (Fight My Way) starts a job at a family law firm and works hard to get one of the partners, played by Son Ye-jin (Crash Landing on You), to be her mentor, but only because she wants her job. She starts off as a frenemie before Ye-Jin's hard edges rub off, and Ji-won develops a crush. Their obstacles are that Ye-Jin is married and in the closet, and Ji-won might be too ambitious to let go of her goals. It's a slow-burn romantic legal drama.

COOL GIRL + DORK

Park Shin-hye (Heirs & Pinocchio) plays a cold fashion house designer who hires an unlikely candidate to be her muse, played by Moon Ga-young (True Beauty). And what starts off as a toxic relationship blooms into a supportive one. Park Bo-young (Strong Girl Bong-soon) plays her head of design, who befriends Ga-young's bestie-turned-manager, played by Kim Seul-gi (Oh My Ghostess). They're the softer side couple. It's a romantic workplace dramedy.

FRIENDS to ENEMIES to LOVERS

Seo Hyun-jin (Why Her?) and Gong Hyo-jin (When the Camellia Blooms) were friends in college, but they had a falling out after a misunderstanding about a guy. They have a tense reunion as adults when Hyo-jin is setting up her nuptials at the wedding hall Hyun-jin manages. It's a slowburn romantic drama.

ONE-SIDED OBSESSION

Shin Min-a (Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha) plays the wife of a very powerful and abusive man and Hwang Jung-eum (She Was Pretty) plays the maid who is secretly in love with her and helps her escape. They go to Jung-eum's hometown where everyone assumes she's bringing her girlfriend home for the first time, because she didn't have the heart to tell them she got dumped after running away to be with her. Min-a decides to pretend to be the woman to pay her back, and they fall in love. The conflict being when Jung-eum's ex, played by Park Min-young (What's Wrong with Secretary Kim), returns to get her back.

💜 Your move Kdrama world! 💜

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

I saw you were doing postal matchups and wanted to see who you’d pair me with

I’m a 27 year old woman, Mexican American with short brown hair and brown eyes. I’m 5’4” and chubby with tan skin and birthmarks scattered across my face. My sense of style leans toward gothic and grungy with the occasional dress here and there (no heels but with combat boots or converse). I can come off as rude or standoffish but get to know me and I care immensely about someone. I have a sarcastic and somewhat dark sense of humor. With the right motivation I can do anything. I love reading, cooking/baking and long walks after dark. I worry if the trauma of my home life makes me unlovable. I can either lash out or close myself off if my depressive episodes get bad. My favorite bands are Green Day, RHCP, Fall Out Boy, Paramore, and Weezer. My favorite solo artists are Kendrick Lamar, SZA and Tyler the creator. My favorite colors are purple and olive green. My favorite movies are Carrie, Nope, Pacific Rim and The guardians of the galaxy trilogy

Hello there! I love your Ramona Flowers pfp by the way! My favorite character is Knives

Your Postal Prince Charming is:

Postal 4 Dude

He had experienced love at first sight when you walked by him. The Dude was busy trying to catch animals at a temp job and decided to attempt wooing you instead. You give him a chance despite being a bit of a weirdo. What neither of you expected was just how perfect you two are for each other

Dude still dabbles in dark humor with you. But he somewhat eases up with the sarcasm. At the very least, he’s been in a better mood since he and Champ have been on the road living life post-bitch of an ex-wife.

Your love song together is Island in the Sun by Weezer

He’s totally down for action films! He’s wimped out a little in terms of horror, but he’ll still watch it with you. Expect him to whisper wisecracking comments when you watch a film. He’s grown into a cuddler too. Definitely loves Nope and Guardians of the Galaxy. The Dude wants to watch The Big Lebowski together

Dude is always strolling around to see what trouble to get himself into. He’d be more than happy for his pretty woman to come along with him.

Living on gas station food, he sheds a tear of joy trying your cooking. You know how to keep The Dude happy. He’ll already love you forever, but if you really want to make his day, stir fry him some pork lo mein. It’s his favorite food.

Go easy on him please he’s not a reader. He’s struggling to read 2nd grade chapter book. He does a funny version of Goodnight Moon though. It’s a bit similar to how Oderus from GWAR read it a while back

Do not doubt yourself. You’ve always been worthy of love. Dude feels terrible you have been through so much. Granted, he had a horrible upbringing that lead to the domino effect of living in Paradise: the worst years of his entire life. “But you know what? They lost someone who cared about them. We’re a family of our own already.” You, him and Champ are a family already. And this is just the beginning of a better life you deserve

[elderflowergin]

I know this is supposed to be an AngstyTM experience for all involved but frankly??? This should have been an action/romcom made in the 90s.

Break for The Worst of Evil spoilers:

The plot is so hilarious - going undercover so you can live up to your hotshot cop wife ONLY to find that the mafia don you’re spying on was your hotshot cop wife’s ex??? Who still loves her? And not only do you have to pretend it’s fine when it’s not, but you have to actively help him get your wife? And it’s your job to save his life which you’ve done several times so he’s imprinted on you like some kind of murderous duck?? How was this not the premise of a comedy starring Jung Woo-sung as a mafioso, Lee Jung-jae as the underachieving cop going undercover and Kim Hye-soo as the hotshot cop they’re both in love with?

(Things in Worst of Evil’s favour: Im Semi, who is really lovely; supporting actors like Im Seong-jae and Lee Shin-ki who elevate the joint. Ji Seung-hyun is also in this; his hair is doing the Lord’s work.

Also give it up for the scenes at Euijeong’s mama’s funeral, which should have played like a French farce but did not because everyone is taking this very seriously. The sheer comic value of Ji Chang-wook at his own mother-in-law’s funeral, his head lowered like no one would recognise him if he did that, and then almost getting outed by a random nephew! Said random nephew getting picked up by Ji Seung-hyun so their cover doesn’t get blown! Ji Seung-hyun’s face is in Euijeong’s papers as her husband, so now Wi Ha-joon is like ENEMY NO. 1 IS HERE! Wi Ha-joon getting into it with Eui-jeong and trying to be a comforting boyfriend, until Ji Seung-hyun walks over completely unnecessarily to get some dickswinging in! All of this while Ji Chang-wook watches! Two men! Fighting! Over his wife! How is this not a French farce?

The amazing late 90s Motorola cell phones - I’m looking out for the Startac!)