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i am once again promoting my nsfw side blog @xhotchshandsx

changed the user to better match my main

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important update on my wips

as you probably already noticed i’ve been mia… it’s my last semester at uni so my schedule crazy so here’s an update

- part two of my sang-woo trophy wife fic will be coming out on monday 4/7

- teacher’s pet will be continued to be SLOWLY updated (probs monthly)

- somebody special will be on hiatus til the fall

- my vamp!hotch fic will be making a comeback this fall!🦇

- i will be talking requests for blurbs/thoughts just not one shots (basically responses will be under 1k words)

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Trophy (Sang-woo x gn!reader) Part 2/2

Masterlist | Taglist | AO3

Summary: Sang-woo wins the games, and you become his young new trophy wife, but something tells you the man you married isn’t who you think he is. Gi-hun wakes up to find he's still alive.

Word Count: 2k

Contains: skippable smut featuring inexperienced!reader (can be read as loss of virginity), degradation, choking?, unspecified age gap, gn!reader, one use of y/n, reader finds out about the games, gi-hun x in-ho crumbs, dark!sang-woo

A/N: Apologies for the delay! Had trouble with the ending. Read part one here.

Smut is right at the beginning. Feel free to skip til you see a line.

Next thing you know, you're at Sang-woo's apartment. The apartment looked expensive. Everything inside was modern, much like the man who lived in it. You're not sure how you got there, but didn't mind. Staring up at Sang-woo, you knew you'd follow him anywhere without question. You're not sure what about him made you so intrigued.

“Take off your clothes.”

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sang-woo, and you weren't sure how to respond. Sang-woo repeats himself, ensuring you hear him.

“W-what?” you stutter.

Sang-woo rolls his eyes and approaches you until he's only a few inches away. “I'm not gonna repeat myself again,” he said.

You couldn't believe how forward he was being. You had never felt more hot and bothered, but you couldn't just sleep with a stranger, even if you two were to be wed. “No,” you rejected him.

“No?” Sang-woo pins you against the nearest wall hard. You yelp in pain at the impact. “I wasn't asking politely. You made your choice. You chose me. I'm just trying to seal the deal you made with the devil. And don't act so innocent. I see how you refuse to look at me because you know the moment you do, you turn yourself over to me.”

Who does he think he is? You were fuming out of anger and desire. You hated how he blamed you but loved how he held you tight against the wall. Truth be told, he was right. You made your decision knowing the danger, and there was no going back now, so you might as well give in to the devil. You look him directly in the eyes for the first time. Who knew the devil was so handsome, you thought to yourself as you stared into Sang-woo's dark brown eyes.

“That's it,” Sang-woo whispers in your face before forcefully grabbing your neck and pushing your chin up with his thumb.

You continue to look Sang-woo in the eyes as you begin to remove your clothes. You easily slip out of them, leaving you in undergarments. His eyes never leave yours as he removes what's left.

“Your turn.”

Sang-woo effortlessly takes off his suit jacket before slowly unbuttoning his shirt, prolonging the process. This was his way of maintaining power and control. Still looking you in the eyes, he moves on to his pants. Once they join the pile of clothes on the floor, he moves towards you, lifting you up over his shoulder. He carries you into his bedroom, which is just as expensive-looking as the rest of the apartment. He throws you on top of the bed like you weigh nothing. Even though you were smaller than him, the act still surprised you.

Staring directly at you, Sang-woo climbs onto the bed on top of you, closing you in once again, before slamming his mouth into yours. The kiss was rough and heated, nothing like you ever known before. All you could taste, hear, and feel was him. Everything else faded away as you danced with the devil.

Hands were everywhere; in your hair, on your face, your waist, your thighs. Time moved quickly and slowly at the same time. You couldn't breathe until you felt him, well his finger to be exact. That is when you took a deep breath in at the sudden intrusion. It felt odd, but good, comfortable. You didn't expect it to be comfortable. You had expected pain, especially given the way he shoved you into a wall earlier.

"Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, unless you'd like me to."

You didn't respond, instead relaxing into him as he teased you, kissing at your neck whilst moving his finger inside you. The feeling started to feel good after you got over the surprise. Really good.

Sang-woo noticed this, smiling against your neck, putting another finger into you. He decided that he liked this. You beneath him. It gave him a high that he hadn't felt since the games. He craved it ever since they ended and now he finally found it in you.

His kisses moved further down your body till they reached the center where his fingers were. Removing the digits, Sang-woo lapped at you, savoring the taste. His tongue made you burn. A stark contrast to the cold feeling of his metal glasses against you as he licked away your sweat.

You couldn't speak, already numb with a heat and desire foreign to you. Sang-woo was something you never expected or experienced before, but my god were you glad you picked the ring.

In the morning, you woke up well-rested, bundled up in the comfiest sheets that smelt like money and fresh laundry. Looking over, you see a glass of water and a small pill on the nightstand. You shallowed the pill before rolling over to your other side when you noticed something shining in the light coming from the window. It was the ring on your left hand. You couldn't help but think it looked good there like it belonged.

You hear the door open and see Sang-woo enter with a tray of food. You sit up as he places it in your lap without a word. Not only did it smell delicious, but it looked delicious too. You immediately take a sip of coffee, finding comfort in the heat coming from the cup. After placing it down, you see a piece of paper and a pen next to your breakfast.

“What's this?” you ask.

“A marriage certificate,” Sang-woo answered.

Ah. You glance it over, feeling a bit sad at the idea of this being your wedding. You sigh, “So this is it? No ceremony?”

“No ceremony,” Sang-woo confirms.

You pout before picking up the pen and signing the piece of paper in front of you. It's not like you were given a choice this time. Sang-woo grabs the signed piece of paper before placing a kiss on your head. “I'll go fax this to the lawyer. You enjoy your breakfast,” he says, leaving you alone once again.

Gi-hun wakes up in an unfamiliar room. Is this heaven? he thought to himself as he looked around the black and gold room. The last thing he remembers is Sang-woo hovering over him, holding a knife to his chest.

The room opens to reveal a man he has never seen before. The man was handsome like very handsome. He wasn’t tall, but what he lacked in height he made up in beauty. “Good. You’re awake,” the man says.

“Where am I?” Gi-hun asks.

The man doesn’t answer, instead he takes a seat on the bed next to Gi-hun before looking him over for any injuries. “You’re lucky. Had the knife hit any organs you’d be a goner,” he smiles.

He knows. “How did you… I’m sorry, do I know you?” Gi-hun asks, confused by his current situation.

The handsome man laughs, “No, but I know you, Gi-hun. You see I’ve been watching you for quite some time. You’re… an interesting man.”

It suddenly hit Gi-hun that he was involved in the games. He didn’t know how involved, but involved nevertheless. “You! You’re one of them,” Gi-hun spat in disgust as he backed away from the man. He didn’t get far considering his injuries and the bed he sat upon.

“They call me the Frontman. I run the games, but I didn’t create them nor did I force you to play. I did choose to save you though,” the Frontman spoke firmly.

“Why?” Gi-hun was mortified. This is who was watching all along while innocent people died.

"Like I said, you interest me. You're special, different from the rest of them. I guess I'm curious. Why is that? What makes you so special Gi-hun?" The Frontman stared into Gi-hun's eyes, looking for an answer to his question.

He was meet with a blank expression. How disappointing. "I'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, relax. You made in through another round," the frontman said, before leaving Gi-hun alone with endless questions.

It's been a month since you officially moved into Sang-woo's apartment as his wife. The word still felt foreign to you, much like the man you now call husband. You never call him that to his face, but in your mind he was your husband. At least, officially speaking. It didn't feel that way though. Aside from living together, sharing assets, and the occasional kiss, you and him were anything but a couple. You knew nothing about him besides that he's wealthy, from Korea, and likes Americano. You on the other hand hated Americano, and highly doubt Sang-woo knew that or anything about you. Your marriage felt fake, is fake. The only thing holding it together is a stupid piece of paper.

Despite your sham of a marriage, you found yourself enjoying certain aspects like the stability, the apartment, and the handsome man who you shared everything with now. You didn't have to worry about anything because he took care of everything for you. His money paid for your new life. But then again money can't buy happiness.

It hit you when you found Sang-woo drunk in the bathtub. It had been a few months into your marriage and you were used to having him around, but at a distance. Sang-woo never opened up to you, so you never opened up to him. You did however learn things from watching him. You learned that he flinched at loud noises, hated sleeping in the dark, and got mad everything you tried asking him about his life back in Korea. So you knew something was up before ever opening that door, but nothing prepared you for what you would learn from it.

You came home from some errands, looking for Sang-woo only to see the light was on in the bathroom. Upon opening the door, you see him lying in the tub drinking fully-clothed, bottles everywhere.

"Sang-woo? What are you doing in here?" You ask softly, hoping not to upset him.

He didn't answer, so you walked over before sitting down on the tile next to the tub. You didn't know what to say. You never saw him so empty before. You thought a man with money could never be like down. Did something happen?

"Sang-woo? Are you okay? Did something happen?" you ask, looking over at the wet man.

He just took another sip of alcohol and whispered, "You have no idea." You barely heard him, but you wanted to know more. You wanted to comfort him, strangely. For the first time in your marriage, you saw him, really saw him and you didn't wanna look away now.

"Tell me. What's wrong?"

Sang-woo refused to look at you, eyes focused on the water surrounding him. "I killed him," he whispered into the bottle as he took yet another sip.

You thought you misheard his words. Perhaps he was over exaggerating. He couldn't... could he?

"I'm not a good person, Y/N. I killed him. My best friend. He's gone all because of me."

"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean he's dead." He paused. "I killed him. I- I was too greedy. This life of ours is all thanks to him."

You were very confused and concerned because your gut was telling you Sang-woo was telling the truth. He killed his best friend out of greed. There were still pieces of the puzzle missing, but he was a murderer. Your husband was a killer.

"W- what? Sang-woo, are you saying what I think you are?" Your worst fears started settling in. You married a monster. You figured he had to be one when given the choice he handed you because who would offer marriage to a stranger.

Sang-woo finally looked over at you. "Yes. I murdered my friend, but you don't understand. They made us! They made us! They made us." Sang-woo drops the bottle he was holding onto the tile in front of you, before beginning to cry. You cannot help but comfort your husband, wrapping your arms around him to the best of your ability given your position on the floor. Even knowing what you knew, you couldn't just walk away. You made your choice and you had to live with it. At least that's what you told yourself.

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part two is finally out!!!

Trophy (Sang-woo x fem!reader) Part 2/2

Masterlist | Taglist | AO3

Summary: Sang-woo wins the games, and you become his young new trophy wife, but something tells you the man you married isn’t who you think he is. Gi-hun wakes up to find he's still alive.

Word Count: 2k

Contains: skippable smut featuring inexperienced!reader (can be read as loss of virginity), degradation, choking?, unspecified age gap, gn!reader, one use of y/n, reader finds out about the games, gi-hun x in-ho crumbs, dark!sang-woo

A/N: Apologies for the delay! Had trouble with the ending. Read part one here.

Smut is right at the beginning. Feel free to skip til you see a line.

Next thing you know, you're at Sang-woo's apartment. The apartment looked expensive. Everything inside was modern, much like the man who lived in it. You're not sure how you got there, but didn't mind. Staring up at Sang-woo, you knew you'd follow him anywhere without question. You're not sure what about him made you so intrigued.

“Take off your clothes.”

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sang-woo, and you weren't sure how to respond. Sang-woo repeats himself, ensuring you hear him.

“W-what?” you stutter.

Sang-woo rolls his eyes and approaches you until he's only a few inches away. “I'm not gonna repeat myself again,” he said.

You couldn't believe how forward he was being. You had never felt more hot and bothered, but you couldn't just sleep with a stranger, even if you two were to be wed. “No,” you rejected him.

“No?” Sang-woo pins you against the nearest wall hard. You yelp in pain at the impact. “I wasn't asking politely. You made your choice. You chose me. I'm just trying to seal the deal you made with the devil. And don't act so innocent. I see how you refuse to look at me because you know the moment you do, you turn yourself over to me.”

Who does he think he is? You were fuming out of anger and desire. You hated how he blamed you but loved how he held you tight against the wall. Truth be told, he was right. You made your decision knowing the danger, and there was no going back now, so you might as well give in to the devil. You look him directly in the eyes for the first time. Who knew the devil was so handsome, you thought to yourself as you stared into Sang-woo's dark brown eyes.

“That's it,” Sang-woo whispers in your face before forcefully grabbing your neck and pushing your chin up with his thumb.

You continue to look Sang-woo in the eyes as you begin to remove your clothes. You easily slip out of them, leaving you in undergarments. His eyes never leave yours as he removes what's left.

“Your turn.”

Sang-woo effortlessly takes off his suit jacket before slowly unbuttoning his shirt, prolonging the process. This was his way of maintaining power and control. Still looking you in the eyes, he moves on to his pants. Once they join the pile of clothes on the floor, he moves towards you, lifting you up over his shoulder. He carries you into his bedroom, which is just as expensive-looking as the rest of the apartment. He throws you on top of the bed like you weigh nothing. Even though you were smaller than him, the act still surprised you.

Staring directly at you, Sang-woo climbs onto the bed on top of you, closing you in once again, before slamming his mouth into yours. The kiss was rough and heated, nothing like you ever known before. All you could taste, hear, and feel was him. Everything else faded away as you danced with the devil.

Hands were everywhere; in your hair, on your face, your waist, your thighs. Time moved quickly and slowly at the same time. You couldn't breathe until you felt him, well his finger to be exact. That is when you took a deep breath in at the sudden intrusion. It felt odd, but good, comfortable. You didn't expect it to be comfortable. You had expected pain, especially given the way he shoved you into a wall earlier.

"Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, unless you'd like me to."

You didn't respond, instead relaxing into him as he teased you, kissing at your neck whilst moving his finger inside you. The feeling started to feel good after you got over the surprise. Really good.

Sang-woo noticed this, smiling against your neck, putting another finger into you. He decided that he liked this. You beneath him. It gave him a high that he hadn't felt since the games. He craved it ever since they ended and now he finally found it in you.

His kisses moved further down your body till they reached the center where his fingers were. Removing the digits, Sang-woo lapped at you, savoring the taste. His tongue made you burn. A stark contrast to the cold feeling of his metal glasses against you as he licked away your sweat.

You couldn't speak, already numb with a heat and desire foreign to you. Sang-woo was something you never expected or experienced before, but my god were you glad you picked the ring.

In the morning, you woke up well-rested, bundled up in the comfiest sheets that smelt like money and fresh laundry. Looking over, you see a glass of water and a small pill on the nightstand. You shallowed the pill before rolling over to your other side when you noticed something shining in the light coming from the window. It was the ring on your left hand. You couldn't help but think it looked good there like it belonged.

You hear the door open and see Sang-woo enter with a tray of food. You sit up as he places it in your lap without a word. Not only did it smell delicious, but it looked delicious too. You immediately take a sip of coffee, finding comfort in the heat coming from the cup. After placing it down, you see a piece of paper and a pen next to your breakfast.

“What's this?” you ask.

“A marriage certificate,” Sang-woo answered.

Ah. You glance it over, feeling a bit sad at the idea of this being your wedding. You sigh, “So this is it? No ceremony?”

“No ceremony,” Sang-woo confirms.

You pout before picking up the pen and signing the piece of paper in front of you. It's not like you were given a choice this time. Sang-woo grabs the signed piece of paper before placing a kiss on your head. “I'll go fax this to the lawyer. You enjoy your breakfast,” he says, leaving you alone once again.

Gi-hun wakes up in an unfamiliar room. Is this heaven? he thought to himself as he looked around the black and gold room. The last thing he remembers is Sang-woo hovering over him, holding a knife to his chest.

The room opens to reveal a man he has never seen before. The man was handsome like very handsome. He wasn’t tall, but what he lacked in height he made up in beauty. “Good. You’re awake,” the man says.

“Where am I?” Gi-hun asks.

The man doesn’t answer, instead he takes a seat on the bed next to Gi-hun before looking him over for any injuries. “You’re lucky. Had the knife hit any organs you’d be a goner,” he smiles.

He knows. “How did you… I’m sorry, do I know you?” Gi-hun asks, confused by his current situation.

The handsome man laughs, “No, but I know you, Gi-hun. You see I’ve been watching you for quite some time. You’re… an interesting man.”

It suddenly hit Gi-hun that he was involved in the games. He didn’t know how involved, but involved nevertheless. “You! You’re one of them,” Gi-hun spat in disgust as he backed away from the man. He didn’t get far considering his injuries and the bed he sat upon.

“They call me the Frontman. I run the games, but I didn’t create them nor did I force you to play. I did choose to save you though,” the Frontman spoke firmly.

“Why?” Gi-hun was mortified. This is who was watching all along while innocent people died.

"Like I said, you interest me. You're special, different from the rest of them. I guess I'm curious. Why is that? What makes you so special Gi-hun?" The Frontman stared into Gi-hun's eyes, looking for an answer to his question.

He was meet with a blank expression. How disappointing. "I'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, relax. You made in through another round," the frontman said, before leaving Gi-hun alone with endless questions.

It's been a month since you officially moved into Sang-woo's apartment as his wife. The word still felt foreign to you, much like the man you now call husband. You never call him that to his face, but in your mind he was your husband. At least, officially speaking. It didn't feel that way though. Aside from living together, sharing assets, and the occasional kiss, you and him were anything but a couple. You knew nothing about him besides that he's wealthy, from Korea, and likes Americano. You on the other hand hated Americano, and highly doubt Sang-woo knew that or anything about you. Your marriage felt fake, is fake. The only thing holding it together is a stupid piece of paper.

Despite your sham of a marriage, you found yourself enjoying certain aspects like the stability, the apartment, and the handsome man who you shared everything with now. You didn't have to worry about anything because he took care of everything for you. His money paid for your new life. But then again money can't buy happiness.

It hit you when you found Sang-woo drunk in the bathtub. It had been a few months into your marriage and you were used to having him around, but at a distance. Sang-woo never opened up to you, so you never opened up to him. You did however learn things from watching him. You learned that he flinched at loud noises, hated sleeping in the dark, and got mad everything you tried asking him about his life back in Korea. So you knew something was up before ever opening that door, but nothing prepared you for what you would learn from it.

You came home from some errands, looking for Sang-woo only to see the light was on in the bathroom. Upon opening the door, you see him lying in the tub drinking fully-clothed, bottles everywhere.

"Sang-woo? What are you doing in here?" You ask softly, hoping not to upset him.

He didn't answer, so you walked over before sitting down on the tile next to the tub. You didn't know what to say. You never saw him so empty before. You thought a man with money could never be like down. Did something happen?

"Sang-woo? Are you okay? Did something happen?" you ask, looking over at the wet man.

He just took another sip of alcohol and whispered, "You have no idea." You barely heard him, but you wanted to know more. You wanted to comfort him, strangely. For the first time in your marriage, you saw him, really saw him and you didn't wanna look away now.

"Tell me. What's wrong?"

Sang-woo refused to look at you, eyes focused on the water surrounding him. "I killed him," he whispered into the bottle as he took yet another sip.

You thought you misheard his words. Perhaps he was over exaggerating. He couldn't... could he?

"I'm not a good person, Y/N. I killed him. My best friend. He's gone all because of me."

"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean he's dead." He paused. "I killed him. I- I was too greedy. This life of ours is all thanks to him."

You were very confused and concerned because your gut was telling you Sang-woo was telling the truth. He killed his best friend out of greed. There were still pieces of the puzzle missing, but he was a murderer. Your husband was a killer.

"W- what? Sang-woo, are you saying what I think you are?" Your worst fears started settling in. You married a monster. You figured he had to be one when given the choice he handed you because who would offer marriage to a stranger.

Sang-woo finally looked over at you. "Yes. I murdered my friend, but you don't understand. They made us! They made us! They made us." Sang-woo drops the bottle he was holding onto the tile in front of you, before beginning to cry. You cannot help but comfort your husband, wrapping your arms around him to the best of your ability given your position on the floor. Even knowing what you knew, you couldn't just walk away. You made your choice and you had to live with it. At least that's what you told yourself.

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[hotchshands]

if he looked at me like that i'm afraid i'd be gone

[hotchshands]

and THAT is why my user is what it is

Hotch's cell phone disappearing in his hand.

This is the reason for my breakdown

[hotchshands]

i am once again promoting my nsfw side blog @xhotchshandsx

changed the user to better match my main

[hotchshands]

Trophy (Sang-woo x gn!reader) Part 2/2

Masterlist | Taglist | AO3

Summary: Sang-woo wins the games, and you become his young new trophy wife, but something tells you the man you married isn’t who you think he is. Gi-hun wakes up to find he's still alive.

Word Count: 2k

Contains: skippable smut featuring inexperienced!reader (can be read as loss of virginity), degradation, choking?, unspecified age gap, gn!reader, one use of y/n, reader finds out about the games, gi-hun x in-ho crumbs, dark!sang-woo

A/N: Apologies for the delay! Had trouble with the ending. Read part one here.

Smut is right at the beginning. Feel free to skip til you see a line.

Next thing you know, you're at Sang-woo's apartment. The apartment looked expensive. Everything inside was modern, much like the man who lived in it. You're not sure how you got there, but didn't mind. Staring up at Sang-woo, you knew you'd follow him anywhere without question. You're not sure what about him made you so intrigued.

“Take off your clothes.”

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sang-woo, and you weren't sure how to respond. Sang-woo repeats himself, ensuring you hear him.

“W-what?” you stutter.

Sang-woo rolls his eyes and approaches you until he's only a few inches away. “I'm not gonna repeat myself again,” he said.

You couldn't believe how forward he was being. You had never felt more hot and bothered, but you couldn't just sleep with a stranger, even if you two were to be wed. “No,” you rejected him.

“No?” Sang-woo pins you against the nearest wall hard. You yelp in pain at the impact. “I wasn't asking politely. You made your choice. You chose me. I'm just trying to seal the deal you made with the devil. And don't act so innocent. I see how you refuse to look at me because you know the moment you do, you turn yourself over to me.”

Who does he think he is? You were fuming out of anger and desire. You hated how he blamed you but loved how he held you tight against the wall. Truth be told, he was right. You made your decision knowing the danger, and there was no going back now, so you might as well give in to the devil. You look him directly in the eyes for the first time. Who knew the devil was so handsome, you thought to yourself as you stared into Sang-woo's dark brown eyes.

“That's it,” Sang-woo whispers in your face before forcefully grabbing your neck and pushing your chin up with his thumb.

You continue to look Sang-woo in the eyes as you begin to remove your clothes. You easily slip out of them, leaving you in undergarments. His eyes never leave yours as he removes what's left.

“Your turn.”

Sang-woo effortlessly takes off his suit jacket before slowly unbuttoning his shirt, prolonging the process. This was his way of maintaining power and control. Still looking you in the eyes, he moves on to his pants. Once they join the pile of clothes on the floor, he moves towards you, lifting you up over his shoulder. He carries you into his bedroom, which is just as expensive-looking as the rest of the apartment. He throws you on top of the bed like you weigh nothing. Even though you were smaller than him, the act still surprised you.

Staring directly at you, Sang-woo climbs onto the bed on top of you, closing you in once again, before slamming his mouth into yours. The kiss was rough and heated, nothing like you ever known before. All you could taste, hear, and feel was him. Everything else faded away as you danced with the devil.

Hands were everywhere; in your hair, on your face, your waist, your thighs. Time moved quickly and slowly at the same time. You couldn't breathe until you felt him, well his finger to be exact. That is when you took a deep breath in at the sudden intrusion. It felt odd, but good, comfortable. You didn't expect it to be comfortable. You had expected pain, especially given the way he shoved you into a wall earlier.

"Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, unless you'd like me to."

You didn't respond, instead relaxing into him as he teased you, kissing at your neck whilst moving his finger inside you. The feeling started to feel good after you got over the surprise. Really good.

Sang-woo noticed this, smiling against your neck, putting another finger into you. He decided that he liked this. You beneath him. It gave him a high that he hadn't felt since the games. He craved it ever since they ended and now he finally found it in you.

His kisses moved further down your body till they reached the center where his fingers were. Removing the digits, Sang-woo lapped at you, savoring the taste. His tongue made you burn. A stark contrast to the cold feeling of his metal glasses against you as he licked away your sweat.

You couldn't speak, already numb with a heat and desire foreign to you. Sang-woo was something you never expected or experienced before, but my god were you glad you picked the ring.

In the morning, you woke up well-rested, bundled up in the comfiest sheets that smelt like money and fresh laundry. Looking over, you see a glass of water and a small pill on the nightstand. You shallowed the pill before rolling over to your other side when you noticed something shining in the light coming from the window. It was the ring on your left hand. You couldn't help but think it looked good there like it belonged.

You hear the door open and see Sang-woo enter with a tray of food. You sit up as he places it in your lap without a word. Not only did it smell delicious, but it looked delicious too. You immediately take a sip of coffee, finding comfort in the heat coming from the cup. After placing it down, you see a piece of paper and a pen next to your breakfast.

“What's this?” you ask.

“A marriage certificate,” Sang-woo answered.

Ah. You glance it over, feeling a bit sad at the idea of this being your wedding. You sigh, “So this is it? No ceremony?”

“No ceremony,” Sang-woo confirms.

You pout before picking up the pen and signing the piece of paper in front of you. It's not like you were given a choice this time. Sang-woo grabs the signed piece of paper before placing a kiss on your head. “I'll go fax this to the lawyer. You enjoy your breakfast,” he says, leaving you alone once again.

Gi-hun wakes up in an unfamiliar room. Is this heaven? he thought to himself as he looked around the black and gold room. The last thing he remembers is Sang-woo hovering over him, holding a knife to his chest.

The room opens to reveal a man he has never seen before. The man was handsome like very handsome. He wasn’t tall, but what he lacked in height he made up in beauty. “Good. You’re awake,” the man says.

“Where am I?” Gi-hun asks.

The man doesn’t answer, instead he takes a seat on the bed next to Gi-hun before looking him over for any injuries. “You’re lucky. Had the knife hit any organs you’d be a goner,” he smiles.

He knows. “How did you… I’m sorry, do I know you?” Gi-hun asks, confused by his current situation.

The handsome man laughs, “No, but I know you, Gi-hun. You see I’ve been watching you for quite some time. You’re… an interesting man.”

It suddenly hit Gi-hun that he was involved in the games. He didn’t know how involved, but involved nevertheless. “You! You’re one of them,” Gi-hun spat in disgust as he backed away from the man. He didn’t get far considering his injuries and the bed he sat upon.

“They call me the Frontman. I run the games, but I didn’t create them nor did I force you to play. I did choose to save you though,” the Frontman spoke firmly.

“Why?” Gi-hun was mortified. This is who was watching all along while innocent people died.

"Like I said, you interest me. You're special, different from the rest of them. I guess I'm curious. Why is that? What makes you so special Gi-hun?" The Frontman stared into Gi-hun's eyes, looking for an answer to his question.

He was meet with a blank expression. How disappointing. "I'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, relax. You made in through another round," the frontman said, before leaving Gi-hun alone with endless questions.

It's been a month since you officially moved into Sang-woo's apartment as his wife. The word still felt foreign to you, much like the man you now call husband. You never call him that to his face, but in your mind he was your husband. At least, officially speaking. It didn't feel that way though. Aside from living together, sharing assets, and the occasional kiss, you and him were anything but a couple. You knew nothing about him besides that he's wealthy, from Korea, and likes Americano. You on the other hand hated Americano, and highly doubt Sang-woo knew that or anything about you. Your marriage felt fake, is fake. The only thing holding it together is a stupid piece of paper.

Despite your sham of a marriage, you found yourself enjoying certain aspects like the stability, the apartment, and the handsome man who you shared everything with now. You didn't have to worry about anything because he took care of everything for you. His money paid for your new life. But then again money can't buy happiness.

It hit you when you found Sang-woo drunk in the bathtub. It had been a few months into your marriage and you were used to having him around, but at a distance. Sang-woo never opened up to you, so you never opened up to him. You did however learn things from watching him. You learned that he flinched at loud noises, hated sleeping in the dark, and got mad everything you tried asking him about his life back in Korea. So you knew something was up before ever opening that door, but nothing prepared you for what you would learn from it.

You came home from some errands, looking for Sang-woo only to see the light was on in the bathroom. Upon opening the door, you see him lying in the tub drinking fully-clothed, bottles everywhere.

"Sang-woo? What are you doing in here?" You ask softly, hoping not to upset him.

He didn't answer, so you walked over before sitting down on the tile next to the tub. You didn't know what to say. You never saw him so empty before. You thought a man with money could never be like down. Did something happen?

"Sang-woo? Are you okay? Did something happen?" you ask, looking over at the wet man.

He just took another sip of alcohol and whispered, "You have no idea." You barely heard him, but you wanted to know more. You wanted to comfort him, strangely. For the first time in your marriage, you saw him, really saw him and you didn't wanna look away now.

"Tell me. What's wrong?"

Sang-woo refused to look at you, eyes focused on the water surrounding him. "I killed him," he whispered into the bottle as he took yet another sip.

You thought you misheard his words. Perhaps he was over exaggerating. He couldn't... could he?

"I'm not a good person, Y/N. I killed him. My best friend. He's gone all because of me."

"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean he's dead." He paused. "I killed him. I- I was too greedy. This life of ours is all thanks to him."

You were very confused and concerned because your gut was telling you Sang-woo was telling the truth. He killed his best friend out of greed. There were still pieces of the puzzle missing, but he was a murderer. Your husband was a killer.

"W- what? Sang-woo, are you saying what I think you are?" Your worst fears started settling in. You married a monster. You figured he had to be one when given the choice he handed you because who would offer marriage to a stranger.

Sang-woo finally looked over at you. "Yes. I murdered my friend, but you don't understand. They made us! They made us! They made us." Sang-woo drops the bottle he was holding onto the tile in front of you, before beginning to cry. You cannot help but comfort your husband, wrapping your arms around him to the best of your ability given your position on the floor. Even knowing what you knew, you couldn't just walk away. You made your choice and you had to live with it. At least that's what you told yourself.

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important update on my wips

as you probably already noticed i’ve been mia… it’s my last semester at uni so my schedule crazy so here’s an update

- part two of my sang-woo trophy wife fic will be coming out on monday 4/7

- teacher’s pet will be continued to be SLOWLY updated (probs monthly)

- somebody special will be on hiatus til the fall

- my vamp!hotch fic will be making a comeback this fall!🦇

- i will be talking requests for blurbs/thoughts just not one shots (basically responses will be under 1k words)

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part two coming monday (at least that’s what i’m telling myself)

Trophy (Sang-woo x gn!reader) Part 1/2

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Summary: Sang-woo wins the games, and you become his young new trophy wife. Not to worry though, Gi-hun is alive thanks to the frontman.

Word Count: 1.9k

Contains: lots of plot, dark!sang-woo featuring ptsd, gn!reader, no use of y/n, unspecified age gap, depictions of violence i.e., sang-woo killing gi-hun?

A/N: S2 made me miss him, so I decided to write something. Had to break this up into two parts cause it’s a lot, but I’m happy to add more if y’all want.

Sang-woo wakes up in the new penthouse he bought far away from home and looks over at you, sleeping soundly on the bed beside him. He wasn’t sure why he married you, but then he remembered the games and how they turned him into a murderer. Some might even say a total psychopath. Having been through hell, he knew he couldn’t just marry anyone. He had to be extremely careful with his choice.

You were his best option if he wanted someone to stay with him and overlook the things he did for 45.6 billion won. You were young, poor, desperate, and, best of all, completely bendable. Sang-woo took advantage of that and shaped you into his ideal partner. You made it easy. He knew you were perfect from the moment he met you in the train station all those years ago.

“Excuse me. Do you know if this train is going uptown?” Sang-woo asks a young-looking stranger on the platform.

The stranger turns to look at him, blushing upon seeing him standing there, towering over them in a grey suit. “Yes, this is the uptown train,” you reply.

Sang-woo noticed your flushed complexion. You looked scared and nervous. He decided then and there that he liked that look on you—the way your cheeks were red, the way your eyes never met his, instead focusing on his statue rather than his face, and the way your body stirred upon seeing him. For a moment, he thought you had seen right through his facade, seeing him for the madman he truly is rather than the genius everyone else saw him as.

Were you scared or intrigued? Sang-woo couldn't decide.

The train pulls up to the platform with a stretch. The sound reminds him of the games, making him zone out. Your voice brings him back to reality: “Are you alright?” Sang-woo snaps out of it and looks over at you. You look genuinely concerned.

He smiled slightly, pushing his glasses up before answering, “I'm alright. So? Shall we?” Sang-woo motions for you to board the train. You board the train without a second thought. Sang-woo follows you inside the train car. Once inside, he tells you to sit down while he stands in front of your seated form, holding onto the railing. You didn't question him or try to protest, foolishly trusting a stranger. Pathetic. Just like Gi-hun, Sang-woo thought to himself.

He wondered about Gi-hun from time to time. A part of him thought he might have survived the final game, but there could only be one winner.

“It's over. I won't let you leave here with that money,” Gi-hun said, holding the steak knife, determined to win, to beat Sang-woo. He was always stubborn, so much so that it clouded his judgment. He never knew when to admit defeat.

Sang-woo wasn't going to let him quit. They were too far into the game to just walk away without the prize money. Not only did quitting mean no money, but it also meant that those 454 people died for nothing. It meant that he killed people for nothing.

Gi-hun walks towards Sang-woo, knife in hand, and attacks. Sang-woo dodges the attack and manages to grab hold of Gi-hun. He holds him tightly, bringing the knife closer to his face, but Gi-hun cuts his wrist and escapes Sang-woo's hold, causing Sang-woo to drop his knife. Gi-hun wastes no time and attacks, cutting Sang-woo's cheek before kicking his knife across the field. Frustrated, Sang-woo takes off his suit jacket, using it to force Gi-hun to drop his knife. Both, now unarmed, rush toward each other, pushing and fighting in a fiery of agony as the rain falls down upon them and the court.

After a few punches, Sang-woo gets Gi-hun in a chokehold, which Gi-hun escapes from, only to have his suit jacket torn off his back. This is it, Sang-woo thought to himself before towering over Gi-hun's exhausted body, bringing the suit jacket up around his neck. “Die!” Sang-woo says as he chokes Gi-hun with the jacket. “Die!” he says once more, but Gi-hun is stubborn.

“Get up! Get up!” Sang-woo yells, trying his hardest to end this once and for all. As soon as the two stand up, they fall backward on the sand. Sang-woo grows exhausted, and Gi-hun grows confident as he moves away from Sang-woo's chokehold.

The rain continues to fall as the two return to fighting it out, both determined to end the final game. Sang-woo grabs a knife off the wet sand and stabs Gi-hun in the leg, then again in the stomach. Gi-hun groans in pain.

Sang-woo kicks him in the face, causing Gi-hun to fall onto the sand in the middle of the squid-shaped court. “You remember this place?”Sang-woo begins. “This is where they made us play Red Light, Green Light. Everyone who was standing here is dead now. Everyone... except for us, Gi-hun.” He kicks him in the face again before continuing, “We've gone too far to go back now.” With that, Sang-woo stabs Gi-hun. The knife is met with Gi-hun's hand in protest.

“Clause Three of the agreement. The players are able to end the game when the majority agrees. So, if we both give up now, we can end it,” Gi-hun cries through the pain of the knife in his hand.

“When we were kids, you and I would play like this, and our moms would call us to dinner. No one's calling anymore,” Sang-woo sighs as tears form in his eyes. He pulls the knife out of Gi-hun's hand with force before stabbing him a final time. Gi-hun bleeds out slowly. “Sang-woo... my daughter, Ga-yeong... please, look after her and Cheol. I promised her I would look after Cheol,” Gi-hun sobs before finally admitting defeat.

“Gi-hun... I'm sorry,” Sang-woo sobs as the speaker announces player 456 has been eliminated.

You get up from your seat on the train before saying goodbye to the strange man in front of you. “Well, this is me.” The train comes to a stop, and the doors open. As you turn to leave, Sang-woo snaps out of his daydream and grabs hold of your wrist before placing a card in your pocket. “Thank you,” he says.

You weren't sure why the man was thanking you. All you did was confirm he had the right train. You nod anyway, to be polite, before exiting the train car. As the train doors close, you turn to see the man is already looking at you. Strange, you thought as you watched him leave the station.

When you get home and take off your coat, you notice something fell out of your pocket. You bend down to pick up a card. You stare at the number on it, wondering how it got there. Remembering the strange man on the train, you decide to call the number. After three rings, someone picks up.

“Hello?” The voice says.

“Hello. I uh think you might've given me this number. Who is this?” you reply.

The voice lets out a chuckle, “Yes, I remember. You're the one from the train. My apologies for not introducing myself. I'm Sang-woo.”

So it was that strange man from earlier, you thought before speaking into the phone and introducing yourself to the man known as Sang-woo. The man repeats your name back as if trying to memorize it.

“I have a proposition for you. If you're curious, I'd like you to meet me tomorrow night. Before you come to a decision, check your other pocket. Should you agree, there's a lot more where that came from,” with that Sang-woo hangs up.

My other pocket? You grab your jacket and look in the other pocket to find $1,000 cash. Huh?! You count the money to be sure before holding it up toward the ceiling light. It was real. Before you can debate the money further, you hear your phone ping. You pick it up to see a text from an unknown number that reads a location and a time. That had to be him. Sang-woo...

The next day, you rush around your apartment looking for something to wear to meet Sang-woo. The location he sent you looked to be that of a park so you didn’t need to dress fancy, but you wanted to leave a good impression. The man could be a psycho planning to kidnap you for all you know, yet he gave you $1,000 which made you think he could be trusted. You still couldn’t understand why give a stranger that much money. The man was clearly rich. especially given that suit he was wearing yesterday, but why not donate it or give it to someone who needed it more? You weren’t exactly well off financially, but you had a roof over your head and a paying job so you couldn’t complain.

After making a mess of your closet, you pull an outfit that pleases you. Hopefully, this pleases him. You grab your belongings, including the money he gave you, and leave to meet Sang-woo at the park. Once you arrive, you check the time on your phone: 10:02 PM. Where is he? Just as you start to think about heading back home, you see a shadow walking toward you in the distance.

“Sorry, I'm late. Please have a seat,” Sang-woo motions to the park bench. You sit down beside him and take in his appearance. He looks polished in his white button-up and thick black coat, but his eyes tell a different story. Behind the glasses, he looks emotionless, almost evil. He pulls out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one before continuing, “I'm glad you showed up. I'm sure you're wondering why I brought you here, so I'll cut to the chase.”

“Wait,” you interrupt him, handing him the money he gave you. “Here. This is yours.”

He stared at the money, taking another drag from his cigarette without daring to take it. “Keep it. I gave it to you, so please keep it.”

You make a motion for him to take it, refusing to take his money when you don't need or want it. “No, really, I can't take it. It's too much.”

He stares at you with those piercing eyes, “Keep it.”

You return the money to your pocket, refusing to argue with the strange man and focus on the ground because those eyes terrify you. Perhaps he really was here to kidnap you.

Sang-woo takes one last drag before throwing the cigarette on the ground and stomping it with his foot. He then reaches into his pocket to pull out a black box and a wad of cash before facing you, holding out the two things in front of you. “You can walk away with more money or marry me. You can only pick one. One makes you richer. The other makes you even more rich. Pick one,” he says, opening the black box to reveal a diamond engagement ring.

You blink in confusion at the options being presented to you. Without even thinking, you feel your hand move toward the ring. It was a beautiful ring, one everyone dreamed about. Your hand touches the top of the black box, pinky meeting the skin of the man holding it. You're not sure what made you pick the ring. Perhaps it was the excitement of a new life or the idea of never worrying about money again.

Sang-woo smiles, putting the wad of cash back in his pocket before placing the ring on your finger. He slides it on slowly, gently brushing the metal further down your finger until it reaches the end. “Good choice.”

↳ part two coming monday༉‧₊˚✧

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Aaron Hotchner Criminal Minds 8.07

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worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

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yeah…

bitches be like “this is my comfort character” and it’s a character who hasn’t had a day of real happiness in years

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this is literally how i feel rn

Aaron Hotchner in every episode:

01x02 Compulsion

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I have something inappropriate to say.

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You have no idea how many virgins I would sacrifice to have this man 🙏