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[semisasseater]

YOU THE TYPA GIRL TO REALLY HEAL MY SCAR ─ se-mi

pairing : gf!se-mi x fem!reader Tw : Angst, trauma, PTSD, implied violence, mentions of death, emotional distress, survivor’s guilt, lying/deception, but ends with comfort/fluff. Summary : se-mi was filled with guilt. she felt like she should’ve died, until she remembered why she kept going and came back to the reason she kept going. wc : 2.2k (i think.) authors note : guys don’t attack me but i don’t read bad thinking diary.. so uh yeah but the photos look cute and aesthetically so! also guys it’s mine and my wife gabby 9 year anniversary of being together!! we’re getting married soon trust!! she’s mine yall sorry not sorry heh.. Not proofread

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The sound of a metal car door creaking open was deafening in the silence. The cold night air hit se-mi’s skin as she went outside for the first time in weeks. The streetlights flickered overhead, bathing the pavement in a dim glow, but nothing felt real. It was too quiet. Too normal.

Her hands clenched tightly around the credit card she carried after she got untied and took it out her mouth—stuffed full of blood money. Money that had come at the cost of hundreds of lives. Her legs trembled beneath her as she took cautious steps forward, half-expecting another game to start, another command to follow.

But it was over.

She had won.

The images of the games flashed through her mind. The red light, green light massacre. The six-legged race where she had barely escaped elimination. Mingle, where players had to form groups in rooms or be shot on the spot in rooms or not in a room. And Lights Out—the nightmarish free-for-all where trust had meant nothing, where she had to kill or be killed.

Her breath hitched as she remembered the blood on her hands, the screams, the desperation.

She should be dead.

And yet, here she was.

Shakily, se-mi reached for her phone, which had been returned to her at the floor. The screen was cracked, but it still lit up. As soon as it did, her heart clenched.

1,273 unread messages. 342 missed calls.

Every single one from her.

Her girlfriend.

Her Y/N.

Her thumb hovered over the messages, dread pooling in her stomach as she scrolled through them.

y/n: se-mi? Where are you?

y/n: baby please call me, I’m scared.

y/n: It’s been two days. Please don’t do this to me.

y/n: I don’t care what happened, I just need to know you’re okay.

y/n: It’s been WEEKS. Did you leave me? Please tell me you didn’t just disappear on purpose.

y/n: I love you. Please, just come back to me.

The texts grew longer, more desperate, more broken. The last one had been sent just hours ago.

y/n: I don’t think I can sleep tonight. I miss you so much. I just want you to be safe.

A sharp pain twisted in se-mi’s chest. She had been so focused on surviving that she hadn’t thought about what her disappearance had done to Y/N.

She had to fix this.

Without hesitation, she flagged down a taxi and gave the address to their shared apartment.

She was going home.

.

The apartment.

She hesitated before unlocking the door, remembering the guilt, the fear, the heartbreak in those texts.

Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.

Her gaze landed on the couch immediately.

There she was.

Y/N was curled up under a blanket, her face turned toward the door as if she had fallen asleep waiting for se-mi to come home. Even in the dim light, se-mi could see her tear-streaked cheeks, her puffy eyes.

She had cried herself to sleep.

Se-mi’s throat tightened as she knelt beside her, hesitating before reaching out. With a gentle touch, she brushed a strand of hair from Y/N’s face before softly shaking her shoulder.

“Baby… wake up.”

A sleepy murmur escaped Y/N’s lips as she stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, groggy with sleep, before focusing on se-mi’s face.

At first, there was confusion.

Then—shock.

And then, tears.

“S-se-mi…?” Y/N’s voice cracked, disbelief evident in her tone.

Se-mi swallowed the lump in her throat and forced a small smile. “Hi baby…”

Before she could say anything else, Y/N threw herself into se-mi’s arms, clutching her tightly. “Oh my god—oh my god—I thought you were—” Her words broke off into sobs as she held onto se-mi as if she’d disappear again. “I thought you were dead. I thought you left me. I thought—”

“I know” se-mi whispered, guilt settling deep into her bones. “I know, love, I’m so sorry…”

She couldn’t tell the truth.

Couldn’t tell Y/N about the blood, the bodies, the screams that still echoed in her head.

So she lied.

“It was… a work trip” she said quickly. “I had to go last minute. They took my phone, all my things. I couldn’t call you, couldn’t text you. I—I should have told you before I left, but I didn’t have time.”

Y/N pulled back, eyes searching se-mi’s face, still wet with tears. “You were gone for three weeks.”

“I know” se-mi said, forcing herself to hold Y/N’s gaze. “And I hate myself for it. But I promise you—I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath before nodding, her hands trembling as they cupped se-mi’s cheeks. “I don’t care where you were. I don’t care about anything else. I just… I’m just so glad you’re back.”

Se-mi’s heart ached as she leaned in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to Y/N’s lips. The warmth, the love, the relief—it was all there. Y/N kissed her back just as desperately, as if trying to make up for all the lost time.

The next morning, se-mi made good on her promise.

They went to the mall, shopping for everything Y/N wanted. Plushies, makeup, skincare—anything that could bring a smile to her face. Se-mi even surprised her with the Pink Chakra Heart Ring from Pandora, something Y/N had always wanted.

“Oh my god—Se-mi I love you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Y/N squealed, hugging her tightly and peppering kisses all over her face.

Se-mi chuckled, squeezing her close. “Of course baby anything for you.”

But even as they laughed and enjoyed their day together, se-mi couldn’t ignore the gnawing weight in her chest.

The nightmares didn’t stop.

The screams still echoed in her head.

But every time she jolted awake, sweating, shaking, Y/N was there—holding her, whispering soft reassurances, grounding her back to reality.

“I’m here baby you’re safe.”

And for the first time since she left that place, se-mi believed it.

She had survived.

And that’s because, she had something worth living for.

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[semisasseater]

COLOR MY WORLD 너로 가득해 ─ se-mi

⤷ Love of my heart 텅 빈 내 세상에

│pairing : gf!se-mi x fem!reader │genre : hurt, comfort, and fluff │warnings : mentions of anxiety/panic attack, comfort after distress, soft intimacy │summary : se-mi seeing you have a panic attack makes her feel bad, so why not allow you to do something you always wanted? color on her tattoos │wc : 273 │authors note : guys i actually LOVE my girlfriend gabby so much she’s the cutest girl ever !! she’s my favorite person ahh i love her sm my baby also yes this is short. not proofread

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You exhale shakily, fingers still trembling as you sit cross-legged on the floor of Se-mi’s tiny apartment. The panic had come and gone like a passing storm, leaving you exhausted, but not quite ready to rest.

Se-mi watches you from the couch, her sharp eyes softer than usual. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t push—just shifts in place, rolling up the sleeve of her hoodie to expose the ink along her forearm.

“You wanna color?” she asks, voice low.

You blink at her, grounding yourself in the present. “What?”

She nods toward the coffee table, where your colored pens sit in a messy pile from some half-finished doodle session days ago. “My tattoos you always say they’d look good in color”

Your fingers twitch, itching for something to focus on. Se-mi must notice because she leans forward, resting her arm in your lap. “Go for it” she murmurs.

You trace the intricate lines of her tattoos—black ink sprawling across her pale skin, a mix of floral patterns and abstract designs. Some of them are old, slightly faded, while others look fresh, like she’d gotten them recently. You grab a pink pen and start carefully filling in the petals of a cherry blossom near her wrist.

The simple motion of coloring, of feeling the smooth skin beneath your fingertips, slows your racing thoughts. Se-mi hums softly, her free hand brushing against your knee as if to remind you she’s still there.

“You okay?” she asks after a while.

You nod, switching to a red pen for the next section. “Yeah this helps”

She grins, tilting her head. “Good might make this a permanent thing if you do a good job”

You roll your eyes but smile anyway, settling into the quiet with her. The world outside may still be overwhelming, but here, in the warmth of Se-mi’s presence, things feel a little easier.

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[semisasseater]

WHEN LIFE DEALS US CARDS MAKE EVERYTHING TASTE LIKE IT IS SALT ─ se-mi

⤷ 𝒯𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘵

pairing : gf!se-mi x fem!reader tw : Mentions of grief, loss of a sibling, mild angst, but mostly fluff and comfort. summary : an afternoon of laughter turns unexpectedly bittersweet when a simple nail-painting session with Se-mi reminds you of your late sister. an old grief resurfaces, Se-mi quietly shifts from teasing to comforting, taking the brush into her own hands to paint your nails instead— wc : 822 authors note : i have so many requests to actually lock in and finish (3 since this is the first one im doing.) so im actually gonna stop being a LAZY bum and lock in. ALSO IM TWEAKING OUT MY GABBY MY GABBY MY GABBY MY GABBY IM SHAKING. Not proofread.

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Se-mi sat crisscross on the floor, her hands resting on your hands as you struggled to paint her nails. The little bottle of polish teetered dangerously close to tipping over, and your grip on the brush was so unsteady from laughter that you’d already managed to streak a thin line of color across her fingertip.

“You—You’re so bad at this” Se-mi snickered, her deep brown eyes watching you with amusement.

“Hey! It’s not that bad,” you argued, though the evidence was very much against you.

Se-mi smirked, lifting her pinky. “What do you call this?”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress another laugh. The polish had bled onto her skin, pooling awkwardly at the edges of her nail. “It’s uh… abstract art?”

She shook her head, grinning as she flicked your forehead lightly. “You’re lucky you’re cute otherwise I’d be rethinking this”

You gasped dramatically. “Se-mi! How dare you?”

Her shoulders shook with laughter, and you found yourself giggling along, the warmth between you both as light as the gentle breeze coming through the open window. It was one of those rare, peaceful afternoons—where neither of you had anywhere to be, and the weight of the world felt like a distant thing.

Your hands, still trembling from laughter, reached for another one of her fingers. But as you steadied yourself, your mind suddenly transported you somewhere else.

You saw small hands—your own, much younger—delicately painting another set of nails. A tiny voice giggling beside you, one that belonged to someone long gone. Your sister.

The sound of your own laughter faded, replaced by a dull ache in your chest. Your hand trembled again, but this time, it wasn’t from laughter. It was from the grief curling its way through your ribs, spreading like an ink stain.

“Hey” Se-mi’s voice softened. You blinked, realizing that your vision had blurred. You hadn’t even noticed the tears welling up until one of them slipped down your cheek, landing silently on the back of your hand.

Se-mi didn’t say anything at first. She didn’t push, didn’t ask for an explanation right away. Instead, she gently took the brush from your hand and set it aside. Then, she scooted closer, wrapping her fingers around yours. “Come here”

You let her pull you into her arms, your forehead resting against her shoulder. The scent of her—fresh laundry, a hint of her shampoo—grounded you, but it didn’t stop the ache completely.

“I used to do this with my sister” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “When we were kids… I’d paint her nails and we’d always make fun of how bad I was at it just like now”

Se-mi’s arms tightened around you. “She must’ve really loved you”

You nodded against her shoulder. “She did.. and I miss her a lot.”

Se-mi exhaled slowly before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. “I’m sorry baby” she murmured, brushing her thumb against your cheek.

Then, without another word, she picked up the nail polish bottle and twisted it open again.

You frowned, sniffling. “What are you doing?���

Se-mi raised an eyebrow. “I think it’s only fair I return the favor”

She took your hand in hers, steadier than your own had ever been, and carefully began painting your nails. Her strokes were slow, precise—nothing like your wobbly, laugh-ridden attempts.

“I can’t promise it’ll be perfect” she said, eyes focused on your fingers.

You let out a watery laugh. “I think you’re already better than me”

Se-mi smirked but didn’t look up. “That’s not saying much”

You nudged her lightly with your foot, and she finally glanced up at you—her expression soft, warm. “You’re not alone okay?” she said quietly “Even if it hurts even if you miss her… I’m here.”

Your heart clenched, but this time, it wasn’t just from sadness. It was from love.

You squeezed her hand. “I know”

And as Se-mi continued painting your nails with a gentle sort of devotion, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you were starting to heal slowly but surely, and your girlfriend was there for you every step.

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[semisasseater]

But I'm overwhelmed with jealousy

Jealous! Se-mi x fem! reader

Summary: jealous gf se-mi headcannons!

Tw: jealous, possessive, aggression, intimation, killing/sabotaging players (didn’t get into detail), light hearted threats, se-mi is down BAD, se-mi wants readers attention, physical touch, humor + exaggeration (the kid part.) swearing and snarky remarks.. (kinda?) let me know if i missed anything!

authors note: can you see this is an enhypen reference? (the name of the fic and the pictures used..) dyk i actually name all my fics after my favorite artists (enhypen, illit, and ariana grande?!) also im gonna cry i miss my wife gabby but she’s doing SCHOOL. gonna sob

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Word count: 531

Jealous! Se-mi x Reader Headcanons

• Se-mi isn’t the type to openly admit she’s jealous, but the moment she feels threatened, her entire demeanor changes. Her eyes darken, her body stiffens, and her jaw clenches ever so slightly.

• She has a sharp resting glare, so sometimes people don’t even realize she’s fuming with jealousy—until she makes a snarky remark under her breath.

• If she sees someone getting too comfortable around you, she’ll silently step closer, standing just a little too protectively beside you, as if she’s reminding them who you belong to.

When a Kid Compliments You:

• You two were just casually walking down the street when a little kid looked up at you and innocently said, “Wow! You’re really pretty!”

• Before you could even react, you felt the air change—Se-mi went completely silent.

• You turned to see her standing still, her eyes darkened, lips pressed into a thin line. Instant panic.

• “Oh nononono, Se-mi! You’re not gonna hurt the child—he just complimented me!” you blurted out, quickly stepping in front of her.

• She scoffed, shaking her head. “You think I’d actually fight a kid?”

• …You weren’t sure. Because the way she was looking at that child made you think she just might.

• The poor kid, oblivious to the tension, just giggled and ran off. Meanwhile, you spent the next five minutes calming Se-mi down, reassuring her that even toddlers weren’t competition for her.

When Another Player Flirts With You in the Game:

• Se-mi is not subtle when another player tries flirting with you.

• She immediately steps between you and them, fixing them with a cold, unreadable stare.

• “Keep your eyes on the game, not my girlfriend” she says flatly scaring the other player away.

• If they don’t get the message, she doesn’t mind “accidentally” knocking into them during red light green light or making their life slightly more difficult.

• One time, Player 230 “jokingly” said, “Damn, Y/N, if we make it out of here, you should go on a date with me instead.”

• Se-mi didn’t say a word—she just gave him a look that made him rethink and question what he said then he takes what he said back.

Random Moments of Jealousy:

• Eye Contact? Nope. If someone so much as stares at you too long, Se-mi will stare back—until they get so uncomfortable they look away first.

• Physical Touch? Absolutely Not. If someone puts a hand on your shoulder or leans in too close, she’ll immediately pull you toward her with zero hesitation.

• Possessive Gestures. She often rests her hand on your waist, gives you her jacket, or calls you “mine” loud enough for others to hear.

• When she’s feeling particularly territorial, she’ll kiss you in front of others—just to make it crystal clear who you belong to.

When You Reassure Her:

• Sometimes, her jealousy is unreasonable, and you know it.

• “Se-mi, do you really think I’d leave you for a random stranger?”

• She crosses her arms and looks away, muttering, “I don’t like people thinking they have a chance.”

• You can’t help but smile and grab her hand, pulling her close.

• “You’re the only one for me, dummy.”

• She doesn’t respond, but you see the corner of her lips twitch—and that’s how you know she’s secretly pleased.

Overall:

• Se-mi is undeniably protective and territorial, but she trusts you enough not to lash out unless absolutely necessary.

• She won’t always voice her jealousy, but she’ll make sure everyone knows you’re hers in one way or another.

• Despite her sharp and intimidating nature, she secretly just wants reassurance that you love her as much as she loves you.

• And honestly? You think it’s kinda cute—as long as she doesn’t actually try to start a fight with a child again.

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[semisasseater]

ᴄʜ-ᴄʜ-ᴄʜ-ᴄʜ-ᴄʜᴇʀɪsʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ !!

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childhood!best friend se-mi x fem! reader

Summary: you had the biggest crush on your childhood best friend the biggest, so what happens when you accidentally ask if you can kiss her when you were thinking about it?

Tw: fluff, pillow fights, romance tension, jealousy, wuh luh wuh, very little suggestive things, very very little angst ig if you squint, reader is just down bad.

authors note: ahh i really wanna become a writer now!! i hope you’ll like this though because my mind was BLANK butttttt any tips or suggestions or requests would be great!

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Word count: 576

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“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

“What?”

Your head spun as you tried to process how you ended up in this situation.

You had a crush on Se-mi—a huge one—for as long as you could remember. Ever since elementary school, you admired her, but you always tried to brush it off as simple friendliness. After all, you were both girls. What if she wasn’t into girls? What if she never saw you as someone she could date?

Those questions lingered in your mind for years. The first was answered when she started dating a girl in eighth grade. You’d felt an unexpected surge of rage and jealousy when you saw them together. You wished more than anything to be in her girlfriend’s place, but life didn’t work that way. Now, years later, you were both in college, yet your feelings hadn’t faded. If anything, they’d grown stronger.

Every time another girl tried to flirt with Se-mi, your jealousy would flare up. You’d lie and tell people the two of you were dating or convince her not to hook up with them. Se-mi never questioned it. She always listened to you. Why? You didn’t know. Maybe it was because you were her best friend—or maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way you did.

“Se-mi can you help me with this math problem?” you whined, sprawled out on her bed with your face buried in her pillows.

She walked over, smiling as she ran her fingers through her messy hair. Plopping onto the bed beside you, she scooted closer and glanced at your laptop screen, giggling.

“Wow you really don’t know this?” she teased.

“Shut up! You know I’m terrible at math” you retorted, grabbing the pillow you’d been lying on and swatting her with it.

Laughing, she tried to block your attacks. “O-okay okay! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she said between bursts of laughter.

But instead of stopping, she grabbed a pillow and swung back. What started as a playful hit turned into a full-blown pillow fight, the room filling with the sound of laughter and giggles.

Eventually, you tackled her, pinning her down and crawling over her as you both laughed breathlessly. Exhausted, you flopped onto her lap, resting your head against her shoulder. Her arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

Your thoughts wandered as her warmth surrounded you.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” you wondered aloud, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

“What?” Se-mi asked, her voice soft but surprised.

Realizing what you’d said, your face flushed a deep red, and you scrambled to sit up. “O-oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say that! I-I was just—”

You couldn’t finish your sentence. Panic surged through you as you tried to explain yourself, but Se-mi’s grip on your waist tightened. Her free hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer.

And then she kissed you.

It was deep and passionate, her lips soft and warm against yours, fitting together like two puzzle pieces that had been waiting for this moment. The kiss wasn’t rushed or hesitant; it was filled with unspoken emotions, affection, and love.

When she finally pulled away, your face was flushed a hot pink. She chuckled softly, running her fingers through her hair again, a habit you adored.

“So…” she murmured, pressing a finger to her lips. “How long have you been wanting to kiss me, pretty girl?”

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[semisasseater]

I don’t wanna let you go

Gf! se-mi x Gf! reader

Summary: reader accidentally falls and sprains her ankle while skating :( but luckily her gf is there !!

Tw: reader gets hurt, caregiving, wuh luh wuh, fluff, cuddling, kissing, let me know if i missed anything!

authors note: yes this story is about ME. because i do figure skating so everytime i hurt myself ill just go read my own fic easy ALSO i’ve been in such a pissy mood all day it’s NOT even funny i’ve genuinely been so mad today especially at everyone that slightly breathes the same air as me omfg i hate my period so much i’m genuinely tweaking out dude anyways i love my wife gabby yall she’s so amazing

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Word count: 645

The air was crisp inside the skating rink, the sound of your skates gliding across the ice echoing faintly. You had been practicing all morning for your upcoming competition, determined to perfect your routine. Se-mi sat nearby on the bleachers, watching you with an amused but protective eye. She didn’t say much, but the soft smile tugging at her lips spoke volumes—she was proud of you.

You went into another jump, spinning mid-air with precision, but as you landed, a sharp pain shot through your ankle. The landing was off, and you collapsed to the ice with a gasp.

“Y/N!” Se-mi’s voice broke through the sound of your fall.

Within seconds, she was at your side, kneeling on the ice despite the chill. Her hands hovered over you nervously before gently cradling your injured ankle.

“What happened?” she asked, her tone unusually soft for someone known for her sharp demeanor.

“I—I think I sprained it,” you whimpered, wincing as the pain radiated up your leg.

Se-mi frowned, concern etched into her features. “You overworked yourself again, didn’t you?” she sighed, shaking her head. “I told you to take breaks, but you never listen.”

“I just wanted to get it right…” you mumbled, guilt creeping into your voice.

She sighed again, but this time it was softer, filled with affection. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Before you could protest, Se-mi scooped you up in her arms as if you weighed nothing. “Se-mi, I can walk—”

“No, you can’t,” she interrupted firmly. “And I’m not risking you hurting yourself more. Just let me take care of you.”

You blushed but nodded, resting your head against her shoulder as she carried you out of the rink.

Back at your shared apartment, Se-mi gently set you down on the couch and immediately got to work. She grabbed an ice pack and a bandage, kneeling in front of you as she carefully propped your ankle up on a pillow.

“This is going to sting a little,” she said, pressing the ice pack against your swollen ankle. You hissed but stayed still as she tended to you. Her touch was careful, almost tender, as she wrapped your ankle with the bandage.

“There,” she said, tying off the wrap and sitting back to admire her work. “That should help. Now, don’t you dare try to get up without me, understand?”

You smiled softly. “Yes ma’am”

Se-mi smirked at your tone before her expression softened again. She leaned closer, her eyes locking with yours. “Should I kiss it better?” she teased, a playful glint in her gaze.

You giggled, nodding. “Maybe that’ll help”

Without hesitation, she leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to your bandaged ankle. The gesture was so sweet and unexpected that it made your heart flutter.

“Better?” she asked, her lips quirking into a small smile.

“Much better” you said, reaching out to pull her into a hug. She let you, settling beside you on the couch as you buried your face in her neck.

“Thank you my love” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Don’t thank me yet” she said, wrapping her arms around you protectively. “You’re stuck with me until that ankle is healed I’m not letting you push yourself like that again”

You smiled, nuzzling closer. “I guess I don’t mind being spoiled by you”

She chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere”

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the warmth of her presence melting away the pain in your ankle. You leaned up to press a kiss to her lips, whispering, “I love you se-mi”

“I love you too y/n” she replied, pulling you closer.

In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the two of you, tangled in each other’s embrace, a quiet promise of care and love lingering between you.

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Intro (end of the world.)

Se-mi x fem! reader

Summary: you never wanted to get into a heated argument with your girlfriend se-mi, not even in these death games that were slowly making you and se-mi drift away from each other. not knowing it was lights out but finding out you ran to go find se-mi not knowing that’s the reason you loose your life.

Tw: Gore, stabbing, really into detail on how y/n gets killed, just full angst, crying, wuh luh wuh, grief, no happy ending. let me know if i missed anything!

authors note: if you thought this was bad imagine what i would’ve wrote if they both died. felt a little uh.. heh evil (cause of that damn poll) and sad today.. but anyways this was very not sigma to write also i’m sorry i didn’t post yesterday </3 forgive me.

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Word count: 841

The tension had been building between you and Se-mi for days. Every game, she threw herself into the fire without thinking twice, taking reckless risks that made your heart nearly explode with fear. You had warned her, begged her to be more careful and pick X. But she never listened.

And tonight, after barely scraping by in the last round, it all came boiling over.

“I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY! YOU KEPT WANTING TO PLAY AND ALMOST GETTING YOURSELF FUCKING KILLED!” you shouted, frustration and fear twisting your voice.

Se-mi’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “Whatever,” she scoffed, rubbing her temples. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

You huffed, crossing your arms as you watched her walk off. Your chest was still heaving with anger, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t just anger—it was fear. Fear of losing her.

You sat against the cold wall, pressing your forehead against your knees, mumbling curses under your breath. The frustration made your limbs feel heavy, exhaustion from the past games catching up to you.

Then—

BOOM.

The lights went out.

At first, it was just silence. But then—screams. Bloodcurdling, gut-wrenching screams. The sound of bodies hitting the floor.

Your breath hitched as you looked around. The room had turned into chaos. The weak were being slaughtered, and the strong were becoming animals.

Your mind screamed one thing—Se-mi.

You scrambled to your feet, heart hammering, pushing past the bodies and the flashing silhouettes of people fighting in the darkness. You had to find her. You had to—

A hand yanked your hair back violently.

A pained gasp left your lips as you were thrown against the wall, your skull bouncing off the hard surface. Vision swimming, you looked up—shit. nam gyu.

The gleam of a sharp, broken glass shard caught your eye before it plunged into your shoulder.

A piercing scream ripped from your throat as white-hot pain seared through your body. You struggled, kicking at him, clawing at anything to get away, but he was relentless. With a sickening grin, he pulled the shard out, only to drive it into your stomach.

Your screams turned into choked sobs, pain overtaking every nerve in your body. You could feel the glass slowly dragging up toward your chest, your body convulsing in agony.

you wheezed, trying to push him off.

But he didn’t stop.

The next stab was to your hand.

A broken, shattered cry left your lips as your body weakened, your limbs trembling, blood pooling beneath you. Your vision blurred, dark edges creeping in. The pain was unbearable. Your body slumped against the cold floor, breaths shallow, mind slipping away.

You heard more screams. More fighting. But it was all fading.

Until—

“Y/N!”

A familiar voice. A desperate, trembling voice.

Se-mi.

Your eyelids felt like lead as you barely managed to turn your head. Se-mi was there, her face streaked with tears, hands shaking as she grabbed your weak, bloodied body.

“Nonono, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have left you alone!” she sobbed, pressing your head against her chest. Her warmth felt comforting, even as your body turned cold.

You let out a weak, trembling breath. “It’s okay Se-mi… it’s not your fault… it’s mine… I was being an asshole…”

She shook her head violently. “No. No don’t say that You’re gonna be okay You have to be okay”

Your body felt lighter. The pain was dulling, everything slipping away.

You looked at her, eyes heavy with exhaustion and something deeper—love. “Se-mi… I’ll always love you…”

“No—” her voice cracked. “No, no, no, don’t say that.. You can’t leave me. You can’t!”

Tears dripped onto your face as she shook you, desperately trying to keep you here. But you were already floating away.

“Get out of here… for me… okay?”

And then—darkness.

“NO! Y/N!”

Her scream echoed through the room, raw and heart-wrenching. She clutched your body, sobbing uncontrollably, rocking you in her arms.

But you were gone.

The guards arrived, their cold, emotionless hands pulling Se-mi away as she kicked and screamed, refusing to let go.

“DON’T TAKE HER! DON’T TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!”

But they did. They placed your lifeless body into a black and pink coffin, sealing it shut.

Se-mi collapsed to the floor, her cries silent now, just broken breaths of someone who had lost everything.

She was still alive.

But for Se-mi, she was dead, what was the point of living if your reason to live is gone?

@semisasseater

[semisasseater]

lip lip lip your so sexy sip sip sip make me empty

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dom! se-mi x sub! reader

Summary: part 2 of this post i made!! you brought someone over when she was in her classes.. so what happens when she comes home and sees?

Tw: explicit content, se-mi the MUNCH, mature themes, degradation (se-mi called her a slut and slapped her but not to hard.. but hard) strong language, fluff, minors dni!! lmk if i missed anything!

authors note: omfg i had to lock in for this one because i genuinely had writers block, will this be ass? yes! will i regret it? yes! but my wife gabby did motive me to lock in and made me feel better so i wrote it gabby i love you so much my baby (ɔˆ ³(ˆᴗˆc)

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All day long, you had been teasing her—wearing her damn shirt and those little booty shorts. You didn’t mean to tease her, though. She did tell you to wear her shirt. You didn’t have any classes, so you spent the entire day lounging around the dorm in her shirt and those tiny shorts, not thinking much of it. Besides, she got off early, right?

When she finally finished all her classes, Se-mi walked over to the dorm. She unlocked the door, stepped inside, and immediately stopped in her tracks. Her gaze was sharp and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine. Without saying a word, she walked over to the couch, her eyes never leaving you.

You froze for a moment, your pulse quickening under her gaze. “Oh… hi se-mi!” you greeted politely, though your voice trembled.

“Sorry, I need to borrow her for a sec” Se-mi said with a dark smile, her hand suddenly gripping your arm, pulling you toward your room. She shoved you onto the bed, pinning you down with surprising force.

“You think you can just walk around like that in front of your friends?” she asked, her voice low and dangerous. You stammered, struggling to find the right words to explain yourself, but before you could respond, she slapped you hard across the cheek.

“It was a rhetorical question slut” she hissed, her eyes flashing with anger. She let go of you, walking toward the living room as if nothing had happened. “Y/n’s sick. She said you should go home.”

“What? I—” they tried to protest.

“Just fucking go home” she snapped, her patience running thin.

“Damn okay” the other person muttered, getting up and leaving with a quick glance back. They closed the door behind them, and Se-mi immediately returned, locking the door behind her. She strode toward you, quickly flipping you over and pulling you onto all fours. Without hesitation, she ripped off your shorts and panties, leaving you exposed.

She bunched up your shirt—(her shirt)—and before you knew it, twenty minutes later, your back arched with pleasure. You moaned and cried into the big stuffed bear plushie she had bought you, your body trembling under the overwhelming sensations. Her tongue was rough on your clit, sucking it relentlessly, and the metal piercing made every flick of her tongue feel even more intense.

Her fingers slid inside you, scissoring and stretching you, while her other hand gripped your ass, squeezing it hard. You whimpered and drooled, “S-Se-mi…”

She pulled her fingers out of you, replacing them with her tongue. She worked it deep inside, hitting all the right spots. “I love you so fucking much” you whimpered, your body aching with desire.

“Gonna cum soon?” she asked, her voice dripping with control.

You could barely think straight, but her words pushed you over the edge. “Come for me, baby. Do it” she coaxed, and just like that, the tension snapped. Your orgasm hit hard, your body convulsing as you spilled all over her tongue. She greedily licked it up, savoring every drop.

Once she was done, she helped you clean up, her touch soft and caring. You lay against her chest, your head resting on her as you tried to catch your breath. “Drink some water, baby,” she whispered gently, though you were too tired to want it.

“I don’t want to…” you pouted, your voice small.

“I’m not putting up with that attitude baby drink it” she said firmly, lifting you gently. She cupped your chin with her fingers, guiding the water to your lips. You didn’t have much of a choice, so you drank it obediently.

“Good girl” she praised, cupping your cheek as you finished. She turned off the light and wrapped her arms around your waist, her breathing soft and steady as she held you close.

A question bubbled up in your mind, and you shyly asked, “…Does this mean we’re dating now?”

Se-mi smiled, her lips curling up mischievously. “Do you want to date me?”

“…Yes” you mumbled, burying your face in her chest in embarrassment.

Se-mi chuckled softly, her fingers gently brushing your hair. “You know, I’ve liked you since high school.”

You pulled your face away from her chest in shock. “WHAT?!” you gasped, your eyes wide.

She laughed at your reaction. “I don’t know how you didn’t know… I was weirdly obsessed with you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “You weren’t that obvious!” you protested.

“Seriously Y/n? we literally kissed” she teased.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I thought that was just… friendly…”

She chuckled, clearly amused by your confusion. “Oh okay.”

You finally sighed in defeat, looking up at her with love. “Se-mi, I love you.”

“I love you too my love” she replied, her voice soft and warm. She pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss, one that conveyed everything she was feeling.

As the kiss broke, you melted into her embrace, both of you drifting into sleep, content in each other’s arms.

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Taglist : @angisforkedup

[semisasseater]

I'll give you my lo lo lo love

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flirty!bestfriend se-mi x fem!reader

Summary: still half asleep you just pick up whatever you could wear, so what happens when you walk out your room and go to your shared dorm kitchen where your best friend se-mi is just for her to say “is that my shirt?”

Tw: fluff, wuh luh wuh, flirty se-mi, reader just being a flustered embarrassed mess, light romance, slight suggestive themes, lmk if i missed anything!

authors note: RAGHH i feel better now and better enough to write this but its lowkey ass, also yall i miss my wife </3 (gabby) literally im gonna crash out i need to text her 24/7 (¬`‸´¬)

Not proofread!

Word count: 527

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The sun streamed through the thin curtains of the small dorm room you shared with Se-Mi, your best friend since high school. You were curled up in bed under a mountain of pink blankets, the subtle scent of strawberries lingering in the air thanks to your diffuser. In the room across from yours, Se-mi’s bed was neatly made, her black and white bedding perfectly arranged, a stark contrast to the chaos on your side.

It was an average morning—at least, you thought it was. Half-asleep, you shuffled to the closet to grab a shirt, not paying much attention as you slipped into one that was lying on the back of a chair. It felt a little loose, but comfort was all that mattered at the moment.

You yawned, stumbling into the kitchenette to grab some water. Se-Mi was already there, dressed in her usual black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, her short black hair perfectly in place. She looked up from her coffee mug, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

“Is that my shirt?” she asked, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

You froze mid-step, looking down at yourself. Your cheeks instantly flushed as you realized you’d put on her oversized black t-shirt—the one with a minimalist design you often teased her for being so “edgy” or something.

“Oh my god!” you squeaked, your face heating up. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize—I thought it was mine!” You scrambled to tug at the hem as if to cover your mistake, avoiding her gaze. “I’ll go take it off right now!”

Se-Mi leaned back against the counter, sipping her coffee calmly, her smirk growing into a teasing grin. “No don’t” she said, her voice softer now, almost playful. “It’s cute seeing you wear my things.”

You blinked, your brain short-circuiting at her words. Before you could even form a coherent response, she set her mug down and stepped closer. Her fingers brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, and then, without warning, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

Your face went up in red flames. “S-Se-mi!!!” you stammered, completely flustered.

“What?” she said, her tone casual, though the corner of her lips twitched upward. “You’re adorable when your like this”

You buried your face in your hands, unable to handle the intensity of her gaze or the warmth spreading through you. “Y-You’re impossible!”

Se-Mi chuckled. “And you’re the one walking around in my shirt.” She said with cocky grin.

You peeked at her through your fingers, still red-faced but unable to hold back a small, shy smile. “Maybe you shouldn’t have your clothes in my room” you muttered.

“Or” she said, tilting her head, “maybe you should just wear them.”

The dynamic between you two—her effortlessly confident, you hopelessly flustered—wasn’t new, but somehow, this moment felt different. More charged. Maybe the people who always assumed you were a couple weren’t so far off, after all.

You were too shy to say anything more, so you just stood there, feeling your heart race as she grabbed her coffee and walked back to her room, leaving you in her shirt and your thoughts.

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[semisasseater]

놀자, 같이 you make me so thirsty

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G!p dom se-mi x fem! reader

Summary: G!p se-mi fucking your brains out

Tw: smut with 0 plot, dacryphilia, spit, making out, degrading…? (called reader a slut) maybe praise, unprotected sex, creampie/cumming inside, P in v, sub!reader dom!se-mi. lmk if i missed anything!

authors note: first ever fic on here uhm kinda nervous posting on here.. but anyways got this requested and idc if this wasn’t for me im i’m still writing this…

Not proofread!

word count: 753

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Se-mi pounded into your slick, quivering core with relentless force, her strong hands gripping your hips as her teeth sank into her lower lip. Each deep thrust drove her thick cock against your sweet spot, making you arch helplessly beneath her. Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks as you whimpered her name in broken gasps.

“S-Se-mi…” you moaned, your voice trembling with need.

A wicked smile tugged at her lips as she met your desperate gaze, her eyes dark with desire. “Oh I know baby I know.” Her voice was low and breathy, dripping with control and lust. “It’s okay You can take it I know you can… my nasty little slut.”

Sweat trickled down her brow as her hips snapped harder against yours, each brutal thrust forcing a strangled moan from your throat. The heavy slap of her balls against your skin echoed in the heated room. She groaned, rolling her eyes back in pleasure.

“Ahh… s-shit loosen up baby you’re squeezing me so tight…” Her words melted into a growl as her tip pressed firmly against the most sensitive spot inside your tight pulsing walls.

Your body jolted. “Oh! Mngh—Se-mi!” you cried, legs trembling as you arched your back in ecstasy.

Her smirk deepened. “Yeah? You like that huh?” she hissed. Without mercy, she drove deeper and faster, her thrusts growing sharper. The pleasure was overwhelming—intense beyond reason. Breath hitching, your voice broke into a stream of incoherent babbles and high-pitched whines.

Tears mixed with drool as your mind spiraled into a haze of pure sensation. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, her rough groans mingling with your desperate moans. Your trembling hands rose to her flushed face, cupping her cheeks. Your lips, swollen and quivering, met hers in a messy, fevered kiss.

She grunted softly, cupping your face with one hand. Her thumb gently wiped your tears as her hips slowed their punishing rhythm. Breaking the kiss, she tapped your cheek lightly. “Open, baby…”

You obediently parted your trembling lips.

Her dark eyes burned with a lustful stare as she gathered spit in her mouth and let it drip onto your tongue. The heat between your thighs intensified as you stuck out your tongue to show her.

“Good girl…” she whispered. “Now swallow it all.”

You did as she commanded, your throat bobbing as you swallowed her spit. A satisfied hum escaped her, and she crashed her lips against yours once more, her tongue dominating yours as her piercing rubbed against the sensitive roof of your mouth.

Suddenly, she snapped her hips forward with a deep thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs. You broke away from the kiss with a strangled cry, a string of saliva connecting your lips before it snapped.

“Ahh—Se-mi, please!” you gasped, your back bowing off the bed as your climax coiled tighter. “I’m gonna cum—I’m gonna cum—I’m gonna—!”

Her piercing gaze gleamed with dark amusement. “Go on, baby. Cum for me,” she cooed.

With one final thrust, the tension shattered. Your body convulsed as your orgasm crashed over you, a gush of wet heat spilling from your trembling, swollen hole and coating her. A ring of slick mess formed around the base of her cock.

“F-fuck…” she gritted out. Her pace quickened as her own pleasure surged. “Shit—gonna cum—”

A guttural groan tore from her throat as she buried herself to the hilt, her cock twitching deep inside you as she spilled her release in hot, heavy spurts. Her weight collapsed onto you, her breath ragged as she nuzzled her face into your neck, pressing soft, lazy kisses against your damp skin.

“I love you…” she whispered, her voice tender and hoarse.

You hiccupped softly, your body trembling. “I—I love you too…”

She smiled, her thumb stroking your cheek. “You did so good, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You nodded weakly as she stood, running her fingers through her short, tousled hair before reaching down to help you. With gentle hands, she guided you up, pulling you into a slow, passionate kiss. Her warmth steadied you as she led you to the bathroom, her touch lingering as she washed away the evidence of her passion.

Even as the hot water cascaded over your trembling body, your mind remained hazy, clouded by the memory of her relentless thrusts and the way she had fucked you so thoroughly your very thoughts had melted away.

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[semisasseater]

Baby, you’re so preciou-ciou-ciou-cious.

Boyfriend! Thanos x Boyfriend! Nam gyu

Summary: poor nam gyu was never able to paint his nails and thought he’d never be able to, until he asked his boyfriend to paint them.

Tw: mentions of drugs, fluff, angst if u squint, low self esteem, soft intimacy, acts of service, just cute stuff, let me know if i missed anything!

authors note: i HAD to write this once i saw someone ask for this.. i literally love thangyu so much people who don’t can argue with me !! i swear thangyu is my little babies who do no wrong…? anyways after im done with my other requests i might just also focus on writing thangyu!! also gabby hates me yall </3 (im lying i think)

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Word count: 579

Nam gyu had always wanted to paint his nails. It was a small, silly dream, but a dream nonetheless. Every time he tried, though, it ended in disaster—streaks of polish smeared across his fingers, uneven globs drying in clumps, and an overall mess that left him more frustrated than satisfied. His hands shook too much from all the drugs he had taken in the past with his boyfriend, a lingering reminder of mistakes he couldn’t erase.

Tonight, though, as he pushed open the door to Thanos’s room, he saw something that made his heart flutter.

There, sitting on the floor, back against the bed, was his boyfriend, carefully painting his own nails. A deep violet polish coated his finger, matching his vibrant purple hair. His movements were precise, steady, effortless.

Nam gyu hesitated in the doorway before quietly stepping inside, lowering himself next to Thanos. He fiddled with the hem of his oversized green-and-white shirt, biting his lip before finally whispering,

“Please paint my nails…”

His voice was small, almost embarrassed, and when Thanos turned to look at him, his expression was one of mild confusion.

“You want your nails painted?”

Nam gyu nodded, his dark eyes filled with something vulnerable, something hopeful.

Thanos studied him for a moment before shrugging. “Okay I’ll do yours after alright?”

Another nod, and Nam gyu settled in, watching closely as Thanos finished painting his last nail. There was something oddly calming about the way he did it—the slow, careful strokes, the way he blew on them after to dry. It was fascinating, almost hypnotic.

When Thanos finally turned to him, he patted the space in front of him. “Okay come here”

Nam gyu shifted so that he was fully facing his boyfriend. Thanos reached for the small collection of polish bottles beside him and glanced up. “What color do you want?”

There was a pause before Nam gyu murmured, “Black”

Thanos nodded, picking up the black polish and opening it with ease. He reached for Nam gyu’s hand, but as soon as he touched it, he felt it—how badly it trembled. The shaking was worse up close, uncontrollable. It made something in Thanos’s chest ache with guilt.

Without a word, he gently took Nam Gyu’s finger, holding it steady in his own hand before carefully applying the first stroke of polish.

Nam gyu watched, his lips parting slightly. He had never been good at sitting still, but in this moment, he felt frozen, caught in the warmth of Thanos’s hands, the way he handled him with such patience.

Thanos worked in silence, finishing the left hand before moving to the right, his grip never faltering. He didn’t rush, didn’t get frustrated, even when Nam gyu’s fingers twitched every now and then.

And then, finally, it was done.

Thanos blew gently on Nam gyu’s nails before leaning back with a satisfied nod. “Wait for them to dry okay?”

Nam gyu stared at his hands, his breath catching. It wasn’t just that they were painted perfectly—it was that someone had done this for him. Someone who cared.

“Thank you…” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Thanos simply smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the top of Nam gyu’s head. “Of course anything for my love”

For the first time, Nam gyu didn’t feel ashamed of his shaking hands. Because for once, they had been held with love.

And for the first time, his nails were painted perfectly.

All thanks to his amazing boyfriend.

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Taglist : @ancientvamp