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The Game Changer (P.SH)

Part four of the Subtle Variations of Heartbreak series

summary: A story from the time you fall in love for the second time and the hits your fragile heart takes because of it.

warnings: extremely bad writing (im sorry but i just wanted to get this part out of the way lol), smut, seonghwa is super fucking mean by the end of this (SORRY!), cursing, y/n gets humbled to the ground okay?

wc: around 10k i think

taglist:  @ahwonwoo​ @itbtoblikethatsometimes​ @alecanal93​ @jaehyunsonly​ @binniesbf​ @mechanica-lmomma​ @yeosangteef​

The first time you meet Park Seonghwa, you can’t help but think that he is way out of your league.

Aeri drags you to some fancy party because those are the only parties she wanted to attend recently and you couldn’t help but feel extremely out of place there.

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serendipity

pairing: seonghwa x reader

genre: angst and fluff (?)

Summary: Perhaps he had been there all along; this peculiar being. he could not possibly be human- for radiant light seeped through the fabric of his clothes, every detail on his face meticulously painted: an enthralling composition.

she knew nothing of him- but she knew she was his; and would forever be his.

Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36293266

there had always been whispers of the arrow of love

a miracle birthed from glory-

when it whistles through the air, it carries the tune of a million love songs, heaven laced among the clouds;

and pierces the victim’s heart in a sugary sweet kiss, rose buds blossoming in the very fabric of their skin. it is said that such a light encases them that it tans the surface of their face, and the warmth is ecstasy. a hypnotic addition, leaving them desperate for even another drop of such a sweet and tender embrace.

many people have claimed witness to a different sort of enchantment, however.

frightening, is it not?

frightening, is it not?

frightening, is it not?

and yet it is this very arrow, the one of pain and sorrow that struck her- an unassuming beauty. a deity’s sunken eyes of tar watched from a distance, expecting to see anguish, fear even. and though there was a hindrance, a falter in his movements as he continued to monitor, he was sure; it would only be a matter of seconds before she keeled over and submit herself to fate.

but she did not falter; did she not keel. those brutish waves resisted to seep into her bones and replace the warmth running through her blood with the expected chill. her eyes, glassy as they were, did not fall shut. and though he waited expectantly, he heard no frightened begs for mercy.

all beauty is derived from pain, is what the humans tell themselves.

as such, not even cupid could have predicted that an arrow forged of steel and the cries for retribution, could cultivate a love so strong, that the beauty would catch his eyes in the clouds above and her gaze would glitter with the truest of red, the purest of enchantment. her mortal eyes, though blind to the deities as any human should be, found his own and held it firm. he could all but hear the cogs turning in her head, the confusion fading into- what it was, he couldn’t quite place himself.

how could a mere human have him rooted to his spot? why was it that those same sunken eyes, once dull with boredom, felt alive with pure and raw energy, when he was incapable of feeling such intensely?

and yet could feel her heartbeat, a strange connection drawing them closer, a sharp tug from both ends, winding round his arms and binding her soul to his own. those lips, cracked and pale by human affliction, parting to allow the softest gasp, a remedy gracing his ears. she too, could feel him now.

a thrumming energy flowing through the very threads of her memories, weaving itself into her past, present and future. she noticed him in every window of her dreams- unable to recall when he had appeared. perhaps he had been there all along; this peculiar being. he could not possibly be human- for radiant light seeped through the fabric of his clothes, every detail on his face meticulously painted: an enthralling composition. she recognised those slanted eyes, flecked with honey gold with the ability to bring her to her knees- she was enraptured by the mere sight of him.

she knew nothing of him- but she knew she was his; and would forever be his.

it was a strange happening, yet he could not summon the courage to undo the silver knots that bound them and set free her fragile soul to the mortal realm. against all odds he yearned for her, in the same heart he did not possess.

oh, how this tale would be told for centuries to come,

of a bittersweet serendipity, when a god of mischief came to be entranced by his own creation- fell from the clouds into the bottomless pit of her grace and surrendered his soul for the opiate disposition of a mortal.

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[11:17 a.m.]

  ∙↬ Genre: Angst

  ∙↬ Warnings: Panic attack, Hearing voices

Word Count: 833 Words.

Summary: You believed you were well-prepared, but you were mistaken.

Author’s Note: Feel it, experience it, and understand it.

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back to you (part 11)

word count:

angst, fluff, smut 

(part 10) (series masterlist)

the next day, you did everything in your power not to sound suspicious when you spoke to your best friend.

act as if you hadn’t had one of the most mentally and emotionally draining nights of your life last night, finally, finally seeing with your own eyes why you got the warnings you did about the man you fell so foolishly for. 

you had to act like you haven’t been moping around in your room pathetically all day dealing with this revelation, mind racing with thoughts that have made you cry into your pillow far too many times. 

like you don’t deserve to be hit with “i told you so,” over and over again, having no one to blame but yourself for trusting a man like san. 

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back to you (part 10)

word count: 15k

angst, fluff, smut

(part 9) (series masterlist)

you weren’t suspicious until the fourth unanswered text message.

the feeling of anxiety and doubt that had finally left you for the past few weeks coming back with a vengeance as you settled back into life on campus. 

you, san, wooyoung and yeosang had gotten back on sunday evening, stopping to get a quick dinner together before you all made your way to the dorms. 

you and san had parted ways in a completely normal fashion, or at least what was your new normal - him flashing you a dimply smile with his hand on your waist, eyes teasingly looking down at your lips before just barely brushing them. 

wooyoung and yeosang lingered in the hall, not wanting to see the sight before them but letting it happen. almost as if they knew it was fleeting. 

almost as if they knew when he mumbled that he’d “see you later,” you wouldn’t see him ever again.

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wasted times - kang yeosang

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warnings : choking, back scratching, penetrative sex, melancholy ! yeo, angst, smut, mentions of not wanting to wake up at the end

wc : 1k

a/n : lyrics are put into the dialogue/paragraphs. beginning and ending of the fic is the beginning and ending of the song wasted times by the weeknd

wasted times. i slept with someone else. she wasn’t even half of you, reminiscing how i felt.

leaving yeosang was a difficult decision, but a smart one. he had no time for you and you had no time to put up with his bullshit excuses. the constant screaming and crying, begging him to meet for a dinner that would have gone sour anyway. it’s exactly how he found himself fucking into some random girl he had been meeting up with for some time now. her nails dug into his back too hard and her moans were too shrill. she just wasn’t you.

she moaned so loud in his ear that he swore that he was going to go deaf if she didn’t shut up soon. he slammed his lips against hers, quieting her down before placing a hand on her throat, squeezing long enough to make her eyes go droopy.

“yeo…yeosang..” she whined quietly, so he let go of her again, going back to pinpointing his anger on her cunt. “slut.” he groaned against her. none of this was enjoyable for him, she just wasn’t you.

he wanted to leave.

he didn’t know why he was putting up with bad sex, with a bitch who did nothing but make his ears bleed. he thought of you as his cock slid in and out of her. his pretty whore...well, ex-whore. yeosang just wanted her to shut the fuck up, so he could imagine your moans instead, let them incinerate into his brain.

he wanted so badly to call you. let you know that his dick was still an option. he’d taken the time to memorize the way your body functioned, there was no way he'd let any of that go.

but there was no way you’d take him back now. it was too late and he was sure that you had probably moved on, so why did he pull that girl off of him ? telling her to get out, and never come back. why didn’t he feel sorry when he saw the very apparent tears rolling down her face ?

you.

you were the answer in his mind, constantly reminding him of yourself every time he looked at something with any kind of significance. months later and he was still wrapped around your finger, despite you being unknown to it. yeosang sat back down on his bed, wrapping his hand around his cock as he thought of you once more.

he thought of you on your knees, pulling down the zipper of his pants with your teeth, unbuttoning his jeans gently and taking his cock out to suck on like a lollipop. you always liked to tease first, dragging your tongue down his shaft before teasing the tip of your tongue at the tip of his dick.

you were so incredibly dirty with it. spit everywhere as his pre-cum coated your lips. he missed you.

yeosang let out a shaky breath as he thought of you, hands moving over his cock faster. he occasionally rubbed over his tip with his thumb, trying to pretend it was your dangerous tongue that had always brought him to an extent of anger.

“y/n..” he groaned to himself, moaning your name aloud to himself. he gripped the sheet next to him, crumpling the satin in his hand. yeosang’s eyes rolled back into his head involuntarily, seeing white as he came closer to reaching his eyes.

this was pathetic. a man like him would get his dick wet constantly. he never needed to do this himself. a slight sense of shame filled him as continued to pump his dick, awaiting the mess that was soon going to coat his fingers.

as he got closer to his orgasm, yeosang thought of you riding him; tits bouncing in his face. only you could ever recall the starry look in his eyes when he stared up at you. admiring the glazed look in his eyes, his mouth apart as he ached to take one bud in his mouth.

she wasn’t even half of you, he thought to himself.

dick twitching in his hand as his orgasm approached him. “fuck, y/n..” he groaned as he came in his hand. ropes of cum coating his hand and the floor.

he cursed in disgust, knowing he’d have to clean it off the floor. then, he stared at his hand, looking at how his fingers were coated with his cum.

y/n would have licked it off for me.

he clenched at his jaw, cursing himself for allowing you this much control over him. he walked to the bathroom, ignoring the ache in his hips as he went to clean off his hands.

running his hands under the faucet, he couldn’t help but allow his thoughts to wander again.

“ye-yeosang, please.” you cried underneath him.

clawing at his back hard enough to leave marks, but never enough to make him bleed. you moaned loud enough for his dick to twitch inside you, but not loud enough for him to get annoyed.

your cunt was so tight, squeezing him just enough and he liked best when he’d take a finger and rub over your clit, making you convulse in his hold.

“yes, baby ?” he asked you. “what are you saying ‘please’ for ?”

“y-you fuck me so well, daddy.” you praised him. yeosang smiled to himself, kissing your neck and praising you with compliments.

you always loved him so much, didn’t you ?

and that’s exactly what yeosang had failed to see. valuing his work and career over you, giving up time with you for another employee dinner. he angrily shut the faucet off, walking over to the guest bedroom instead. he didn’t feel like changing the sheets right now.

he crashed onto the bed. it wasn’t as comfy as his, but had it really been comfy since you left ?

there weren’t many thoughts in his head as he let himself go. sleep over taking him, making his eyes droop due to the fatigue he hadn’t felt until now.

i don’t wanna wake up.

i don’t wanna wake up.

i don’t wanna wake up…

if you ain’t laying next to me.

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back to you (part 9)

word count: 20k

angst, fluff, smut

(part 8) (series masterlist)

there was a silence hanging between you and san that you couldn’t quite gauge, surrounded by the hum of your car’s engine and howling outside winds.

something you loved to do the moment you got your license was go on drives. it didn’t matter if you were alone or accompanied by wooyoung, you enjoyed getting lost in a scenic adventure.

the suburban houses lit with christmas lights, the now bare trees when lined with pretty fall leaves your favorite, sometimes you even drove to the beach although it was an hour away.

that’s where you and san were headed now, your last spoken words over forty minutes ago a mutual agreement on driving there. 

you didn’t know if he was quiet because he was lost in the bleak scenery of the highway, his head turned to gaze outside at the passing lights.

you didn’t know if he was thinking about what he wanted to do over break, spend it with you, yeosang, and wooyoung while also meeting his roommate’s hometown friends.

or if maybe, similar to you, he was thinking about how and why he had so vehemently rejected you and your desire to have sex. 

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I just started to use this account more actively now lol but it was made in like November 2020 i think

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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c// fem!reader, sex worker hongjoong, detective reader, mentions of murder and crime, bratty hongjoong, joong small cock <3, humiliation kink, oral (f receiving), degradation (use of slut), dumbification, yay for protected sex

you weren’t at all fond of the dingy, dim hotel you found yourself in front of - it smelled of damp decay, and had only one flickering light in front of the entrance. nonetheless, it was essential to be here for the case.

you never enjoyed working homicides, having to look into the depraved faces of killers as they more often than not showed no remorse. with a sigh and a silent prayer, you walk into the motel.

when you show him your badge, the person working the register wordlessly handed you a key with “room 117″ messily scribbled onto it. the climb up four flights of stairs isn’t fun, but finally you unlock the door hastily, wanting to get this over and done with.

as expected, there on the bed is a rather stunning young man. he has sharp yet youthful features, heavy makeup and is only wearing a robe. it’s obvious he has nothing on underneath it. you don’t miss the “do me” eyes that cross his eyes when you enter the room - it’s all an act, you think.

“you can put the money on the table.” he says after a short silence.

“100 for the hour?” he nods. you rummage around your pocket, putting said amount on the table next to you. if you landed a conviction, you’d be getting the money back anyway.

“you can keep your robe on.” you say, getting seated on the bed a safe distance away from him.

a smirk crosses his face. “oh, you want to play with me a little bit first?” his voice changes drastically - it’s more seductive.

you shake your head. “that’s not why i’m here. last night a man was killed, and if my sources are correct, you’re the last person he saw.”

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Taste of Heaven | Kang Yeosang

✱ Pairing: Yeosang x reader (fem!reader)

✱ Genre: smut, love at first sight, romance, angst if you squint, Greek god au, royalty au, Hermes!Yeosang, princess!reader

✱ Warnings: smut — public sex (?), sex in the middle of a garden, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, oral (f receiving), handjob, and of course the usual dialogue that comes with sexual situations

✱ Words: 1.8k

✱ Summary: An unhappy princess, overwhelmed by the duties of her station and desperate for freedom, roams the castle gardens to unwind. There she encounters a divine figure named Yeosang, god of travel and messenger of the gods. He is everything she longs for, but everything she cannot have. At least in this moment, he can be her small little taste of heaven.

This is part two of the collaboration with @hwauas • Part one can be found on their blog!

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Yeosang (ATEEZ): View Me as a Man, Not a Boy

Anonymous: Hello! Could you write a scenario about yeosang having a crush on someone older than him and she calls him cute all the time, keeps taking care of him even if he doesn’t need it? 💕

A/N: MY SECOND REQUEST!! 💓🎉🎉 I really struggled with this request due to me not knowing the route I wanted to take with the storyline, but I think I succeeded. I sincerely hope you enjoy it love!

Genre: Light Angst

“Noona, I got it.”

She swatted his hand away from getting the tomato sauce off the corner of his mouth. “No, it’s fine. I got it. You’re just gonna make a bigger mess.” She then dabbed the corner of Yeosang’s mouth. 

The action could have been viewed as endearing and sweet. They could have been perceived as a loving couple. But the swipe of y/n’s tongue on the napkin caused that notion to crash and burn. 

She doted on Yeosang like he was a little boy. Or, worse - so much worse - her younger brother. 

Y/n was merely two years older than Yeosang, but yet her actions could fool people into believing she was years above him in age. It was tragic! Yeosang wanted nothing more but to have his noona look at him as a man. And possibly her man. 

Unbeknownst to y/n, Yeosang has had a crush on her since the minute he laid his eyes on her. She was a well-established idol of three years in her group, while Yeosang just debuted. Merely a month before he and his group entered the K-Pop industry, he got to meet her. She was beautiful. She had a petite figure, but, from glancing at her toned calves and thighs, it was apparent that she was also fit. 

Yeosang couldn’t keep himself from staring. He never experienced such a situation where he became so entranced by a woman. 

Beforehand, he knew of the age gap. But, he didn’t see it as a problem. The only problem he was faced with was the woman’s restlessness on wanting to treat him like a helpless baby. Whenever he tried to start up some flirtatious banter, she shot him down with the c-word. 

“Haha, you’re cute, Yeosangie.”

“Aw, you’re so cute!”

Hearing that cursed word put a damper on Yeosang’s game. He was being constantly brother-zoned by her. At some point in his day he feels as though he’s wasting his time and should just let go of the silly crush he had on her. 

His members have shown him a large quantity of support and encouragement ever since he confessed he liked y/n. 

“Hyung, you got this! Noona will absolutely share your feelings. You just have to get out there and tell her!”

“Yeosang-ah, you’ll live with nothing but regret for the rest of your life if you don’t tell Noona how you feel about her. Are you really gonna watch this opportunity slip away?”

So, taking his members’ advice to heart, he sought y/n out. He was finally going to confess his feelings to her. 

But it was too late. 

Yeosang stood frozen to where he stood. From afar he could see that she was speaking to Zico. He heard her soft giggles as she listened to whatever his hyung/sunbae was whispering to her. Her sounds of delight bruised Yeosang’s eardrums.

He wanted to make her giggle like that.

He then saw the way y/n gazed at Zico. She looked at him like he was a gift from the heavens; pure adoration leaked from her eyes. 

Yeosang wanted her to look at him like that.

Like a balloon that was pricked and cursed to endure the slow agony of deflation, Yeosang hung his shoulders in defeat.

Zico was five years older than y/n, so it made sense that she would engage in the playful banter that the two were obviously having. She even smacked his arm playfully, but the lingering touch promoted something else. Something very suggestive.

Yeosang wished for that to happen to him and y/n, not her and Zico.

So there he was, cursing himself once again for having such a foolish crush on his noona. She would never look at him the way she was looking at Zico. She would never touch him like she just touched Zico. The dynamics of the two relationships were significantly different. 

So, with no more hopes or wishes for the future that consisted of her with him, Yeosang walked away with the bouquet of roses in one hand, and his shattered heart in the other.

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god