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hiii, this is my first time sending a req here well i saw ur blog and loved ur writing cannot wait to read more but no pressure! I'm actually more curious about you changing to microbiology, honestly I'm gonna have to choose majors soon and I've been pondering about it, do you have opinions to share? I would love to have your input!! Many people have been telling me it's hard and everything but I'm kind of interested in the topic (although I have never been given the opportunity to study it in school)

Btw ur salesman fic was supperr cute loved the nickname little tokki <3 is the fic going to be platonic? that's all I'll stop rambling now

Thank you for reading and have a nice day/night!!

omg hi!!! thank you so much for the ask <3 i am really enjoying microbio, there are a couple of things that people don't talk about enough imo. it is very math heavy, like my uni require three levels of calculus, and physics. alongside chemistry courses. these requirements are on top of the micro bio classes themselves. not to discourage you, but when picking classes make sure to pace yourself! it's a marathon, not a race. if you have any specific questions about the major or concentration please ask more, i love talking about my classes :D i do currently plan on having the salesman fic be a series, where you can pick how you interpret it (i.e., having smut avaliable but having a non-smutty version of that fic) as a reader a pet-peeve i have is when there is plot in the smut so you HAVE to read it, so i'm trying to have smut for the folks who want it, but also a non-smut version so people who don't want/don't like smut can have the same information as the story continues!! thank you for the ask anon!! i'd love to hear more from you <3

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this is how i feel about all of my mutuals

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Got cursed by thought goblins

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Both of my roommates are art majors and I just switched my major concentration to Microbio and they are watching me crash out in live time lmao

being a humanities major who’s friends with stem majors is so funny because you’ll ask your friends what they’re doing today and they’re like “UGH it’s so stressful i have to stabilize the reactor core for my nuclear power midterm and then i have to build the supercomputer from i have no mouth yet i must scream for my electrical engineering homework :/ what about you” and you’re like “oh well i have to read a fun little book and write an essay about gender.” and they still think you have it worse

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OH MY GOD!!!! I LOVE YOUR WORK. I couldn't find your tumblr acc so I didn't tag you bc I read your Juncruiter/Salesho fics on AO3. I am so excited you really like it because you were absolutely an inspiration for this fic 🥺

Darling, you're familiar (The Salesman x F!Reader)

Ki-yong has been loyal to the games for a long time. More time than he’d like to admit, not out of shame or guilt, but in the sense that he is getting older. He’s burnt bodies, killed players, managed guards, and climbed the ranks to recruiter. It gives him a certain sense of pride, a certain independence, and enough wealth to live opulently. He doesn’t need anyone else, really, he’s found contentment in his line of work.

Which is why it is so infuriating that the Front Man has him tailing not one, but two seemingly normal people. A, Hwang Jun-ho, a cop, the one who infiltrated the island. It seems simple enough. The odd aspect? The other is a foreigner, a young woman, he’d say still in her teens. Her hair is different, and in the winter all bundled up she looks more like a tokki than a person.

Jun-ho is a creature of habit. No longer a detective, but still a pristine cop nonetheless follows mostly the same routine. The little tokki however is more erratic. Classes changing every semester, so her work schedule changes, then she takes up internship hours at the local hospital, and when it all becomes too much for her she tends to fall ill for about a week, bouncing back as if she isn’t running herself into the ground.

Ki-yong is bored, one target is perpetually boring, the other painfully busy, it’s exhausting. He wants to go back to the subways, to the airports, to luring people into a painful death with that practiced smile on his face. The Front Man must have something important with these two to have one of his best keeping tabs on him. That’s what Ki-yong tells himself whenever that creeping sense of doubt lingers into his mind. He’s proven himself indispensable. He’s not being discarded, no, he’s been entrusted. So as boring as it is, he just takes it. Until he can’t.

The usual study spot is empty. Which is unnerving, the little tokki is a creature of habit, and it irks Ki-yong that she is not where he expects her to be. She is a creature of habit. Creatures of habit follow their habits. He’s white knuckling the ceramic mug of coffee and gritting his teeth into oblivion as his grip on his well manicured persona slips just a bit. So much so that he doesn’t even notice when the aforementioned rabbit slips into their usual spot sniffling and scrubbing at their eyes. Resting their head on their arms as they sob quietly in their usual study spot.

Shoulders shaking in a way that could be confused for laughter until she looks up with puffy eyes, glistening with unshed tears.

It’s confusing. How his cheeks flush, and goosebumps rise on his perfectly sculpted arms, and his lips crook in a frown. He didn’t mean to do that, he didn’t mean to pout like a school boy- He also didn’t mean to get up, to brush a gentle hand on her shoulder (that makes her startle regardless).

“Are you alright, Miss?” He knows her name, hell he knows your birthday, social security number, her favorite fucking color-“I-I’m fine, sorry for bothering you-” She stammers, already scrambling to leave.

“It’s not a problem, Miss.” He says, voice so gentle it surprises even himself. “Why are you crying?”

She freezes, like she’s been shot. Like the players during Red Light Green Light. It shouldn’t bother him so much, not the tears, not her reaction, not her surprise.

But it does.

Turns out, she got screwed over on a project that matters quite a bit for her grade. It shouldn’t bother him so much. The classmates faced severe consequences, after the Dean received an anonymous tip and more than enough evidence. It shouldn’t bother him, he offers her a napkin as she gets whipped cream on her cheek from the hot chocolate he bought her.

It shouldn’t matter when she giggles at a light-hearted remark. It shouldn’t matter when her eyes crinkle up as he passes her a napkin. It shouldn’t matter when she smiles again, and just keeps smiling. It shouldn’t. It does.

He receives a call from the Front-Man at the usual time, in the usual place, with… a mostly usual report. In-ho doesn’t pry, Ki-yong is grateful, he’s absolutely losing it, isn’t he?“Ki-yong,” The Front-Man says.

“If you’re tired of this task, I can have one of the managers-”

“No-, no. This is… it’s an appreciated change of pace.” Ki-yong slips the mask back on with ease. But his slip up doesn’t go unnoticed.

“...very well. I’d like for the updates to become more frequent as we get closer to our start date.”

“Of course, sir.”

“...is there something else, Ki-yong?” Curiosity laces In-ho’s words.

“...the girl, who is she?” He asks, once again surprising himself. It seems like this keeps happening…

“Keep focused, recruiter, I asked for updates, that’s all I expect of you.” It’s unspoken, but an order nonetheless.

“...of course, sir.” The call ends, Ki-yong fiddles with the polaroid of her tucked away safely in his suit coat.

It matters. All of it. He’ll figure out why. He’ll figure out why…

A/N: I decided to call the Salesman "Moon Ki-yong", I've seen some other authors do it and I really enjoyed it! I also wanted to try and get into the headspace of everyone's favorite psychopath so this was really fun to write! Please send in requests and asks :3

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Darling, you're familiar (The Salesman x F!Reader)

Ki-yong has been loyal to the games for a long time. More time than he’d like to admit, not out of shame or guilt, but in the sense that he is getting older. He’s burnt bodies, killed players, managed guards, and climbed the ranks to recruiter. It gives him a certain sense of pride, a certain independence, and enough wealth to live opulently. He doesn’t need anyone else, really, he’s found contentment in his line of work.

Which is why it is so infuriating that the Front Man has him tailing not one, but two seemingly normal people. A, Hwang Jun-ho, a cop, the one who infiltrated the island. It seems simple enough. The odd aspect? The other is a foreigner, a young woman, he’d say still in her teens. Her hair is different, and in the winter all bundled up she looks more like a tokki than a person.

Jun-ho is a creature of habit. No longer a detective, but still a pristine cop nonetheless follows mostly the same routine. The little tokki however is more erratic. Classes changing every semester, so her work schedule changes, then she takes up internship hours at the local hospital, and when it all becomes too much for her she tends to fall ill for about a week, bouncing back as if she isn’t running herself into the ground.

Ki-yong is bored, one target is perpetually boring, the other painfully busy, it’s exhausting. He wants to go back to the subways, to the airports, to luring people into a painful death with that practiced smile on his face. The Front Man must have something important with these two to have one of his best keeping tabs on him. That’s what Ki-yong tells himself whenever that creeping sense of doubt lingers into his mind. He’s proven himself indispensable. He’s not being discarded, no, he’s been entrusted. So as boring as it is, he just takes it. Until he can’t.

The usual study spot is empty. Which is unnerving, the little tokki is a creature of habit, and it irks Ki-yong that she is not where he expects her to be. She is a creature of habit. Creatures of habit follow their habits. He’s white knuckling the ceramic mug of coffee and gritting his teeth into oblivion as his grip on his well manicured persona slips just a bit. So much so that he doesn’t even notice when the aforementioned rabbit slips into their usual spot sniffling and scrubbing at their eyes. Resting their head on their arms as they sob quietly in their usual study spot.

Shoulders shaking in a way that could be confused for laughter until she looks up with puffy eyes, glistening with unshed tears.

It’s confusing. How his cheeks flush, and goosebumps rise on his perfectly sculpted arms, and his lips crook in a frown. He didn’t mean to do that, he didn’t mean to pout like a school boy- He also didn’t mean to get up, to brush a gentle hand on her shoulder (that makes her startle regardless).

“Are you alright, Miss?” He knows her name, hell he knows your birthday, social security number, her favorite fucking color-“I-I’m fine, sorry for bothering you-” She stammers, already scrambling to leave.

“It’s not a problem, Miss.” He says, voice so gentle it surprises even himself. “Why are you crying?”

She freezes, like she’s been shot. Like the players during Red Light Green Light. It shouldn’t bother him so much, not the tears, not her reaction, not her surprise.

But it does.

Turns out, she got screwed over on a project that matters quite a bit for her grade. It shouldn’t bother him so much. The classmates faced severe consequences, after the Dean received an anonymous tip and more than enough evidence. It shouldn’t bother him, he offers her a napkin as she gets whipped cream on her cheek from the hot chocolate he bought her.

It shouldn’t matter when she giggles at a light-hearted remark. It shouldn’t matter when her eyes crinkle up as he passes her a napkin. It shouldn’t matter when she smiles again, and just keeps smiling. It shouldn’t. It does.

He receives a call from the Front-Man at the usual time, in the usual place, with… a mostly usual report. In-ho doesn’t pry, Ki-yong is grateful, he’s absolutely losing it, isn’t he?“Ki-yong,” The Front-Man says.

“If you’re tired of this task, I can have one of the managers-”

“No-, no. This is… it’s an appreciated change of pace.” Ki-yong slips the mask back on with ease. But his slip up doesn’t go unnoticed.

“...very well. I’d like for the updates to become more frequent as we get closer to our start date.”

“Of course, sir.”

“...is there something else, Ki-yong?” Curiosity laces In-ho’s words.

“...the girl, who is she?” He asks, once again surprising himself. It seems like this keeps happening…

“Keep focused, recruiter, I asked for updates, that’s all I expect of you.” It’s unspoken, but an order nonetheless.

“...of course, sir.” The call ends, Ki-yong fiddles with the polaroid of her tucked away safely in his suit coat.

It matters. All of it. He’ll figure out why. He’ll figure out why…

A/N: I decided to call the Salesman "Moon Ki-yong", I've seen some other authors do it and I really enjoyed it! I also wanted to try and get into the headspace of everyone's favorite psychopath so this was really fun to write! Please send in requests and asks :3

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my roommates dared me to post this <3

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How do you guys refer to The Salesman/The Recruiter in your fanfics? I don't want to call him "Gong Yoo" because that's his actors name and I don't write RPF. I've seen some people make names, I really like the name that canonically47 on AO3 uses. But I'd happily take suggestions!

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i feel so called out by this 😭

devil couldn't reach me so he gave me the passion but not the creativity

(forced to do fanfic born to write my own original stories)

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the water’s getting colder, let me in your ocean

pairing: gi-hun x gn!reader x in-ho

ao3 | playlist

1. exorcizing demons 2. 'round the block 3. location drop 4. cop out 5. dance with the devil 6. wait for the green light 7. stage fright 8. check your footing 9. caught up in the rip

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Little In-ho drabbles (i can't finish a fic to save my life)

Seong Gi-Hun, of course In-ho never let the man out of his sight. All winners are carefully watched, monitored to make sure they keep their mouths shut. Seong Gi-hun was nothing special. He was a gambler. A man who got lucky and kept on getting lucky. In-ho has long given up on the idea of a God. Some merciful and all knowing creator herding its creations toward eternal peace, or damnation. His wife's death, the baby she died to carry, who died with her. In his mind it proved his point. Why should a gambler, who abandoned his own daughter out of shame, out of some misguided belief that he can end a system he’s just a mere cog in, get to live, and his everything die? 

An American? Peculiar. She’s small. And from the photos he’s gotten from the people he’s had tail her she seems to just be swallowed. By soft jumpers, and leg warmers, and clothes that he imagines dressing his own daughter in- She’s fragile. In-ho has found an in to Seong Gi-hun. It’s 11:40 am on a Friday in January. The coffee shop on campus is bustling, he doesn’t like it, too many people. The recruiter comes back with their orders, a Black Americano for his esteemed boss, and something fancy and cold for himself. “There’s our little rabbit,” The Salesman hums with predatory delight. There she is alright. White snowflakes cling to her knit hat, her nose pink, scrunched in laughter with the barista. A friend, they’ve discovered. “Don’t call her that.” In-ho tuts gently, keeping the psychopath on a leash reminds him of his younger brother, in a morbid sense. “Why not? Look at the pink nose, the lack of situational awareness, she bumps into her desk at least twice a week!” He rambles quietly, eyes fascinated by the seemingly average girl. “Why her?” In-ho murmurs. Eyes locked on her. She seems to feel his gaze, tilting her head to see who's behind the burning gaze. She tilts her head to the side, lips parted, mid-word. Then her face splits into one of those nose-crinkling grins he’s only seen through photos. She waves a little then gets her order and practically skips out of the cafe.  

“Hey,” It’s soft, matched with an equally soft nudge to the shoulder. Intended to rouse her from whatever dark place her mind has run off to. “Hm?” She hums, fingers digging into the green pantsuit legs. Hands clawing at her chest, lungs tight and eyes wet. It’s not his problem, She swallows. He killed a man for me, for us, why the fuck am I crashing out? What’s wrong with me? She tears her gaze away from the blood staining her white shoes to meet his gaze. “...’s worried about you, kid.” He says softly, something genuine leaking into his tone. Maybe he’s dead, dying, he only felt this sort of sick guilt when he shot Jun-ho. Something human creeps along his skin, and he knows he’s alive, but part of him wishes he died. It’d be easier, then subjecting you to this. Fully innocent, fully naive, fully human. Glassy wide green eyes stare hollowly at him. “I’m okay, Young-il-nim.” She manages, soft, and warm and just a little cracked. A little broken, scuffed in a way nothing can repair. In-ho seems to break everything pure just a little, ever since he began managing these games. The players, the guards, his baby brother, her… “...you said you were a police officer, right?” She snivels, like a toddler who scraped their knee trying their best not to cry. He nods stiffly. Unsure of what she’s getting at, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge. Soft sniffles, chubby little hands rubbing at tear streaked cheeks. A little brother who thought his big brother could do no wrong. “Hyung, you’re a policeman, right??”   “Does it ever get easier?” He blinks the memory away rapidly. “What?” He croaks, unarmed by her as usual. “The… the blood,” She whispers. Hands white knuckling her knees. “In the hospital it’s so rare to see blood, and it’s…” It’s not being spattered all over your face, or staining your clothes, tainting your sin free skin- His mind fills in. Spitting the words into his internal monologue with venom that hasn’t been directed at himself in quite some time. 

A/N: I do plan on organizing my thoughts and making an actual series out of this concept. This is inspired by an idea for a x reader fic I have and @pursued-by-the-squid fic "the water’s getting colder, let me in your ocean". Genuinely a solid 10/10 fic please go read