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gyubakeries · 6 days ago

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𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 | x.mh

a/n: A BREAK FROM ANGST!!! this is very much needed, and the idea had been brewing for a while hehe. skye ( @etherealyoungk ) thank u for being my enabler. ally ( @lovetaroandtaemin ) , kae ( @ylangelegy ) and a ( @chugging-antiseptic-dye ) thank you for beta-reading <333 also tagging tara ( @diamonddaze01 ) and serena ( @gotta-winwin ) because we all are deprived of happiness..... also i apologize for the lack of artist minghao, i just needed to feed my angsty brain SOME FLUFF

word count: 2k contents: minghao x f!reader , art teacher!minghao , best friend!minghao , single mom!mc , friends to lovers , she has a son named junseo , the biological dad dipped lol , junseo is 6 , swearing , light angst , fluff , crack

“sweetie, two times two is four, not six,” you sigh, repeating the words all over again when your son makes the same mistake for the seventh time. it’s been an hour since you sat down with his math homework, and you’ve only managed to finish five questions. out of twenty.

“oh fuck,” your son mutters, erasing out the crude 6 he had written and replacing it with a 4.

you blink.

“junseo, what did you just say?”

“fuck,” junseo repeats with a smile on his face, and somehow, it feels even more shocking than the first time he said it.

“okay, listen carefully to mom,” you sigh. “that’s a bad word. you’re not supposed to use it. ever.”

“why can’t i say it?” junseo questions, like every other kid his age.

“because it’s a bad word,” you state firmly. “where did you hear this?” you ask him. ever since junseo was born, you’ve taken a lot of care to make sure he doesn’t learn and use any explicit language. whenever your parents or friends are babysitting him, you make sure to tell them to avoid any movies or songs with heavy cursing in them for this exact reason.

“hao taught me!” junseo reveals. “in yesterday’s art class, hao spilled his dirty paint water all over himself, and then he said… the bad word!”

your eye twitches.

“xu minghao, i will kill you,” you whisper under your breath.

“mom! you can’t kill hao! he’s my best friend,” junseo gasps, completely believing your words.

“start looking for a new one then, sweetie,” you tell him, and it takes another hour for you to calm a crying junseo down by promising him that you won’t actually kill minghao.

the math homework remains unfinished.

—

minghao, your best friend, has been in your life since forever. he was there when you were the shy, introverted girl in high school with no friends. he was there when you had a ‘hoe phase’ in college. he was there when you got your first job. he was also around to see junseo’s biological father vanish from your life the day he learned about your pregnancy.

before junseo, you’d jokingly complain that minghao had been in your life for too long. but now, seeing how your son has labelled minghao as his own best friend as well, you can’t help but be grateful for his presence.

having been friends for almost all your lives has also granted the both of you the ability to read each other’s expressions flawlessly, which is why when minghao welcomes you and junseo into his apartment for lunch on a saturday, he knows that your death glare means he’s in trouble.

“hao!” junseo exclaims, hugging minghao tightly as soon as he enters the apartment. “i got my new drawing to show you! i colored it the way you taught me.”

“i’m sure it’s lovely, jun,” minghao smiles, giving the boy a high-five. “how about you watch some peppa pig now, hm? your mom and i will go to the kitchen to finish making lunch, okay? then we can look at your drawing.”

“okay, hao!” junseo agrees easily, and you couldn’t be more thankful for how obedient your boy is.

once junseo was distracted by the television, you drag minghao into his kitchen and face him with a stern look.

“do you know what junseo said to me last week?” you glare at him, and minghao gulps nervously.

“uh, no?”

“he got his math homework wrong, and unlike any other kid his age, he says, fuck,” you recount the events of the previous week. “when i asked him where he heard it, he told me that you said it in front of him during art class.”

“oh, so that’s what this is about,” minghao sighs with relief. “god, y/n, with the way you’re looking at me, it feels like i robbed your house or something.”

“this is worse, minghao!” you counter. “you know how particular i am when it comes to junseo and cursing.”

“i do know, and i’m sorry,” minghao winces. “but it was an accident! i would never do it intentionally. why are you getting so worked up over it?”

your anger dissipates immediately as you freeze in place. minghao deduces your body language as a sign of you hiding something from him.

“there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?” minghao asks, his voice much gentler now. “did someone do something at work?”

you sigh, knowing that keeping anything from minghao was a futile exercise. “yeah, this jerk kept trying to hit on me, even after i told him i was uncomfortable. he won’t leave me alone, and it’s pissing me off.”

“why don’t you tell your boss about it?” minghao frowns.

“there’s been budget cuts at the company, and they’re looking for any reason to fire people,” you explain. “with junseo’s school fees getting more expensive, i can’t afford to lose my job now. the stress of it all has had me in a bad mood. i’m not even that mad about the cursing, i’m sorry i took it out on you.” you admit to minghao, feeling a lot more lighter after sharing your burden with him.

“we’ve had too many arguments to apologize over something stupid like this,” minghao chuckles, but then his expression turns serious. “but also, if you’re struggling with his fees, why don’t you let me help? i keep telling you that i’m more than capable of paying junseo’s fees—”

“i don’t need your help, hao!” you cut him off.

“why not?”

“because it feels like you’re doing it out of some obligation,” you tell him. “look, i’m really thankful that you were there to support me when junseo’s dad left and i had no one, but i can manage junseo on my own just fine. i don’t want you to help me out of pity and—”

“y/n, do you think that i’ve stuck around all this time just because i pity you?” minghao interrupts you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

your heart stutters when your eyes meet his, and you’re reminded of yet another problem in your life.

the crush on minghao you had back in college which has somehow developed into something more over the years.

you’re afraid to label it, because it means that it makes everything real. labelling the flutter in your chest and the tingling in your palms whenever minghao smiles at you or offers to take care of junseo on nights where you have to work over time would mean acknowledging that you did have feelings for minghao, which was unfortunately another luxury you couldn’t afford.

not when minghao definitely saw you only as a friend.

“i— i just don’t want you to feel compelled to help me just because i’m your friend,” you stutter, looking away from minghao.

“i only help because i care for both you and junseo,” minghao shakes his head, trying to convince you with the sincerity in his tone. “you two are the most precious people in my life, and i’d do anything to make sure you were happy. so just let me help, okay? there’s nothing wrong in asking for help when you need it.”

your eyes well up with tears embarrassingly quickly, and you duck your head so that minghao doesn’t have to see you like that. minghao is quicker than you, however, and he gently holds your chin to lift your face up.

“are you shy about crying in front of me now?” he teases, but his eyes reflect a look of concern. “we’ve seen each other through every phase of our lives, y/n. you don’t have to hide from me.”

his words are enough to make your tears spill over. you’re quick to wrap minghao in a hug, placing your head on his chest while his arms hold you by the waist. he doesn’t say anything; he just lets you cry into his shoulder as he gently sways you and pats your back.

“i’m sorry i’m such a wreck,” you sniffle, pulling away from the hug. before you can get too close, however, minghao is pulling you in closer, and the lack of an appropriate, friendly distance between your lips has your breath hitching.

“don’t you get it, y/n?” his voice carries a hint of annoyance. “i don’t want you to apologize for being a wreck. i don’t want you to hesitate to ask me for help. i don’t want you to think that i’m obliging you by being in your life. i’m here because i want you. i want to be here for junseo, but i also want to be here to take care of you. have i not made it obvious?”

his confession has your jaw dropping open. your brain has turned to mush, and you can’t find it in you to string together a coherent response.

just then, junseo is padding into the kitchen, and it has you and minghao scrambling away from each other immediately.

“mom, i’m hungry,” junseo complains. “can we have lunch now?”

—

lunch is an awkward affair— for you and minghao at least. junseo seems blissfully unaware of the uncomfortable tension between you and minghao as he slurps away on his noodles and shares stories from school. you feel a little bad for zoning out in the middle of his stories, but you can’t help but replay minghao’s words over and over in your head.

however, the moment you tune into the conversation again, you hear something else that makes your head spin.

“— and she was asking me if i had a dad, and i said yes. but the girl said i was lying because my dad never accompanies my mom for any of the events at school,” junseo blabbers. “so, i asked mrs. lee who a dad really is, and she said that my dad is my best friend and a person i trust the most. he’s also a person who loves my mom, but she has to love him back too, and i knew i wasn’t lying! hao, you’re my dad, right?”

you choke on your noodles and minghao’s chopsticks clatter against his plate.

“oh, fuck.”

“minghao!”

—

“i can’t believe it took junseo’s constant yapping for you to reveal your feelings for me,” minghao teases, and you shove his shoulder playfully.

“and i can’t believe you swore in front of junseo. again,” you roll your eyes at him, and minghao presses a kiss to your temple as he mutters an apology.

the kiss has the butterflies in your stomach flitting around restlessly; it is a new development after all. soon after junseo’s declaration of minghao being his dad, you dragged minghao back into the kitchen to have a proper conversation, this one involving the truth about your feelings for him, and him asking you to be his girlfriend.

you had expected some sort of dramatic shift. dating your best friend of fifteen years sounds like it requires some sort of drastic change, but it feels surprisingly easy. in fact, it doesn’t feel like much of a change at all, not when having minghao by your side feels as natural as breathing.

“i’ll be more mindful of my words,” minghao promises, and you lean into his embrace, curling up closer to him on the couch, when junseo plops down right between the two of you, tv remote clutched in his hands.

“we’re watching how to train your dragon today!” he announces happily, and you watch with a fond smile as minghao and junseo engage in an animated conversation related to the movie.

there’s a flutter in your chest. there’s a tingling sensation in your palms. they’re all tell-tale signs of an emotion you’ve been hesitating to label all this while.

love, your heart tells you later on, when junseo and minghao have fallen asleep on the couch, junseo’s hands gently gripping onto minghao’s shirt and minghao’s arms protectively wrapped around him.

you find yourself agreeing with your heart. this feeling, it can’t be anything else but love.

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trustmypoison · 2 months ago

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SVT when they have to discipline their child

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘Heya! Can you do how Svt will discipline your child when their misbehaving? I really love hoe you make 'em! take your time’

A/N: Obligatory ‘don’t take this too seriously’ warning. I’m not an expert and this isn’t parenting advice.

An absolute pushover - Jun, Wonwoo, DK

Jun will give the kid anything they want. All it takes is a look with some big, cute eyes and he’s getting them whatever. You will beg him to rein it in sometimes, and he’ll say he’ll do his best (and he does!!). But it’s a cycle. This child will definitely know the power that they have over him.

Wonwoo might surprise you, but I think he’d instantly fold if his kid asked for something, even if he’s aware he should say no. Definitely part of the ‘don’t tell mom’ club. If his kid wants something, he’ll find a way to make it work, even if it might have to be a secret from you for a minute.

DK does his best, but the slightest sniffle has him folding. He panics at the first sign of tears. He’s all, ‘no, no, don’t cry. You wanted this? Okay, you can have it!!!’ You will have to give him pep talks and back him up when he really needs to put his foot down about something because it will kill him if this denial upsets his kid.

So, so gentle - Jeonghan, Hoshi, Mingyu, Chan

Jeonghan is incredibly patient when his kid acts up. Wants to understand why they’re acting up and is very gentle about it. Will nod and listen and say, “it sounds like you had a hard day, but you said/did some not-so-nice things. Why don’t we go talk about it?” He asks you not to interfere with these little chats because it's really important to him to keep that line of communication open, but you never feel like you need to jump in.

I think Hoshi would want to be best friends with his kid. He might be kind of crushed when his kid takes their anger or frustration out on him, but he’ll still hold them and let them talk it out when they’re ready. I think he’d give really thoughtful, sweet advice - the kind that you hide around the corner to listen in on because the interaction is just too cute.

Mingyu is the first to scoop his kid up if they’re misbehaving. So sweet and patient, even if this kid is kicking and screaming. Let’s them get it out of their system and then talks quietly with them to see how their feeling. Will talk to them about identifying emotions and how they can behave differently, all the while gently soothing the child.

Chan could very well be a pushover - and his kids might think he is sometimes - but he’ll put his foot down on more things than you think, so I put him here. He’s not mean when he turns down a second scoop of ice cream or tells them they can’t have anymore time in the park, and he might even be swayed on occasion if they’re upset with him. But still, most of the time he’ll gently insist that they can have more ice cream tomorrow and come back to the park again later this week.

Hates being the bad guy, but sometimes it’s necessary - Seungcheol, Woozi, Seungkwan

Seungcheol would normally not discipline much, except in matters of safety. Example: if he’s told the child multiple times to not stand in the chair or on the couch, and they keep doing it, he might be a little harsh when he disciplines them. He’ll feel terribly guilty afterwards, but he has visions of his kid getting hurt, and those sort of things are non-negotiables.

Woozi will not start out in this category, but inevitably, his child will get hurt. Say he was gentle about reminding his kid to be careful as they run around corners or playing on the jungle gym. But inevitably, the kid will run around the corner too fast and fall, or jump for a bar on the jungle gym and fall. Kids will be kids, but his kid does not need to be hurt. He’ll become kind of stern about things like that from that point forward.

Seungkwan absolutely hates it. The kid will ask you for something, and when they think Seungkwan will fold, you’ll give him a look of pleading. He sighs because he has to be the bad guy sometimes and back you up. He’ll try to explain why he’s saying no, and sometimes it falls on deaf ears, but he’ll be the bad guy if it means you two can still be a team.

Is not afraid to be the bad guy - Joshua, Minghao, Vernon

Joshua loves to be the good guy, but he won’t bat an eye about having to be the bad guy. You’ll be shocked sometimes at how his ‘no’s come out just as sweetly as the ‘yes’s. It might even confuse his kid from time to time. He won’t raise his voice, he won’t be super stern in tone, but he’ll be steadfast in whatever decision he’s made.

Minghao is undoubtedly the disciplinarian. He couldn’t dream of harshly punishing his kid and he hopes he never feels the need to. But if you get frustrated or lost with how to handle a situation, he’s swooping in to set things straight. It’s one of those cases where the kid takes his statements seriously. Dad’s word is final (even if dad’s word was actually yours’ first just five minutes ago).

Vernon is not the disciplinarian, but he’s definitely not afraid to be the bad guy. Let me explain. He’s very much a ‘what did your mom say’ kind of parent. He knows you might have a hard time remaining steadfast in some of your disciplinarian decisions, so sometimes you sigh and say ‘ask your dad what he thinks’. When they do, he says, ‘I think you should listen to mom’.

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devixncy · 13 days ago

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hii!! could you please do a gi-hun fluff? maybe the reader is stressed and gi hun comforts them? honestly, i don't mind the details as long as it's sweet! thank you!! 🫶

yess!! gi-hun deserves sm love

✧ pairing: seong gi-hun x reader

✧ summary: the games are getting to you more than you thought. gi-hun tries to help you through it.

✧ warnings: mention of anxiety

✧ word count: 1.1k

To say you were terrified was an understatement. The fear of death lingered in the back of your mind at all times, taking over your thoughts at every opportunity. You didn’t want to die-not here, not like this. When you made the decision to join the games, you thought it would be easy money. Playing some games similar to ddakji that you played with the man from the subway couldn’t be that bad, right? Oh, how wrong you were.

Although you had successfully made it through the first two games, thanks to Gi-hun and the rest of your group that had formed, you couldn’t help but have a constant, overwhelming sense of dread. As pessimistic as you were, you didn’t want to drag anyone else down with you. That’s why you were currently sitting alone on the cold, metal stairs, head in your hands. The red patch on your chest, showing that you voted to leave, didn’t make things any better. The fact that you were stuck here because more players wanted to stay than leave loomed over you as well. It stuck out, almost painting you as a target to anyone that had voted O. As much as you wanted–needed–the money that the games promised, your life just didn’t seem worth the risk. There were other ways to get money that didn’t involve a brutal death.

It felt like you were drowning. The screams, the gunshots, all of it replayed in your mind and you couldn’t turn it off. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, ears starting to ring. You couldn’t shake off the anxiety, it threatened to swallow you whole. Nothing was even going on at that moment, all of the players just milling around until lights out, which made you feel incredibly weak. Pathetic even. A lump formed in the back of your throat, and it felt harder to breathe. The anxiety attack that was coming was inevitable at that point, and you tried to make yourself look as small as possible, alone in your corner. Clutching at your chest with one hand, you tried to control your breathing before it got out of control.

While you were deep in your own head, out of the corner of your eye, you could see that someone had sat down next to you. Turning your head slightly, you saw that it was Gi-hun. Once he realized that you had noticed him, he gave you a smile that made your heart flutter. Yes, you thought he was attractive and you could tell he had an incredibly kind soul. While he may have come off cold at first (and he had his reasons), he quickly warmed up to your group, especially you. His goofy personality began to shine through around you, drawing you in. But what was the point in trying to get close to someone when they or yourself could be dead at any time?

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He asked sincerely, clearly noticing your distress. Giving him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, you shook your head and exhaled slowly.

“Nothing, just…thinking.” You answered quietly, not wanting to appear weak in front of him. Even though he more than likely knew exactly how you felt, having been in the games before. However, you knew he could see right through you.

Your leg shaking up and down and the subtle tremble of your hands didn’t go unnoticed by him. To your surprise, Gi-hun slowly knelt down in front of you, gently grabbing your hand that wasn’t locked onto the fabric of your shirt and grasping it in his. He placed his other hand on your knee, ever so softly running his thumb over the fabric of your pants in a soothing motion.

“I promise you, (y/n), that I will do everything in my power to get you out of here. To get all of us out of here,” he nodded his head towards Jung-bae, Dae-hoe, Young-il, and Jun-hee, who were all deep in conversation in the distance. “I swear to you, we will leave here unharmed. I vowed to stop these games once and for all and I don’t plan on failing.”

Shaking your head, you closed your eyes, tears building behind them. “Please don’t make a promise like that. That you know you might not be able to keep.” You so badly wanted all of you to get out together. Especially your little group, they had become like family in such a short time, everyone looking out for each other. However, you knew it wasn’t a possibility that you all make it out alive. It was a devastating thought, one that threatened to pull you right back under.

Hands cupped either side of your face, wiping away tears that you weren’t aware were falling. Opening your eyes, Gi-hun was looking at you, smiling once he noticed you were looking at him. He had a determination and sincerity in his eyes that didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you knew he was hell bent on keeping that promise. He pulled you into his arms gently, and you quickly reciprocated, circling your arms around him and burying your head into his chest. Slowly, one of his hands rubbed up and down your back, making you melt into his arms. You hadn’t realized how badly you just needed some sort of comfort, anything to take away your fear even if just for a moment. Listening to Gi-hun’s heartbeat, yours slowly fell into rhythm with his, your tremors subsiding. You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that, but eventually, he pulled back slightly. His hands grabbed onto your shoulders, looking into your eyes.

“I will stay awake all night tonight if it means keeping you safe,” he said sincerely. Oh, right. You had forgotten what he had said, about what happened last time he played. Players coming after one another, picking off the weaker ones after lights out. A surge of panic went through you, and he noticed, rubbing your shoulders. “I mean it. No one will touch you.”

Standing up slowly, he grabbed both of your hands, pulling you up with him. He slung his arm around your shoulders, giving you a light squeeze. “Now come on, we’ve gotta go build up some kind of defense so that I can better protect you, right?”

That got a smile out of you and Gi-hun grinned, leading you down the stairs and over towards your group.

Once your barrier had eventually been assembled and everyone else was calling it a night, yourself and Gi-hun decided to take the first watch. You sat side by side, your leg pressed against his, the simplicity of the touch keeping you grounded. Your eyes wandered around the room, thankfully not seeing much of anything going on. Subconsciously, you leaned into Gi-hun, resting your head on his shoulder. He looked down, smiling and wrapping his arm around you. Your body completely relaxed and for the first time since you woke up here, you felt safe.

You knew he would keep his promise, and now you were just as determined as he was to make it out alive.

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onedumbho3 · 6 months ago

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Ur Dumb Hoes’ SVT FIC REC PT.2

Guide: Not Titled (N/T)

MORE RECS

Headcannons/Reactions

Seventeen and touch-starved s/o hu vu by @wqnwoos

Saying Something They Didn’t Mean in a Fight hu vu pu by @babyleostuff

How I think (specific members) react when you reach your climax by @luvelve

them accidentally ditching you on your bday (hu pt2) vu pu by @hannieehaee

N/T & N/T by @sluttyminghao

Seventeen as Displays of affection by @mangocustard16

Ot13/Poly

Sweet Nights by @wifeyoozi

N/T by @nonranghaes

Eggs, Bacons & Sausage Sandwich by @bitchlessdino

S.Coups

White t-shirt by @seungkw1

Caught in a Trap by @cheolism

We got Married! By @yvesette

Takes Two to Tango by @gyuwoncheol

Jeonghan

08:25pm & “Pretty” by @wheeboo

Comfortable by @watanabebad

Rain and Kisses by @babyleostuff

Mr.styles by deactivated @/yveaart (if they have another account let me know so I can tag them)

N/T by @wonuvs / @c-oupsie

N/T by @hoshifighting

[7:45 pm] by @miupow

Joshua

Distracted by @eomayas

Always for you (my heart beats) by @dokries

Junhui

warm junhui & N/T by @mountainficss

Gentle & Sound of the Season by @junkissed

Alt title: You are my Kingdom by @fairyhaos

N/T by @4kimji

virgin!jun x reader by @hoshifighting

Doctors Orders by @xuhuihuis

Shut Up by @onlymingyus

Hoshi

You. Always by @sailorrhansol

a tiger's dominion by @onlyseokmins

how to get rid of nightmares by @cheolism

Wonwoo

Badboy!Wonwoo pt.2 by @hannieehaee

1.36 am by @heennnngggggarae

17: "Enemies. Strictly enemies." by @twogyuu

Shy bf Wonwoo Head cannons by @number1mingyustan

virgin!wonwoo x reader by @hoshifighting

Mafia boss! Wonwoo x reader headcanons by @dirtysvthoughts

No Rainbows by @rebeccarose0315

Woozi

Eyeliner 101 by @gorae

N/T by @brainddeadd

[12:44] by @bbyobbyo

Angel Eyes by @monamipencil

N/T by @sluttywonwoo

7:20am by @addicsvt

Shut up (don’t) by @gyuswhore

[14:46] & [18:26] by @onlyseokmins

Mingyu

Pink Wrists by @gyuhao5

N/T by @seungcheorry

Overstimulation by @hoekyeom

N/T by @hannieehaee

N/T by @monamipencil

The8

Dancing in the Rain by @magisland

Museum Date by @sebastiannewai

I’ve got you by @xuhuihuis

N/T by @mountainficss

Virgin!minghao x reader by @hoshifighting

N/T by @hannieehaee

First Time by @ilwonuu

Seungkwan

N/T by @hoshifighting

first by @cheolism

N/T by @min4yu

Vernon

A Picture of You by @definitely-nota-fangirl

“stay in character” by @idyllic-ghost

10:18pm | hansol vernon chwe by @wheeboo

Dino

N/T by @hannieehaee

Sub!Chan who’s only comfort id your tits by @monamipencil

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glindaupland · 1 year ago

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오페라의 유령 / The Phantom of the Opera - South Korea (Third Season) | Pt 6

Program Books Ver 2-4 (Busan + Seoul)

Masquerade/Why So Silent?

1. 윤영석 Yoon Young-seok + 김아선 Kim Ah-seon + 조하린 Cho Ha-rin + 이상준 Lee Sang-jun

Madame Giry's Tale

1. 김아선 Kim Ah-seon + 송원근 Song Won-geun 2. 김아선 Kim Ah-seon + 황건하 Hwang Gun-ha

Notes II / Twisted Every Way

1. 김아선 Kim Ah-seon + 박회림 Park Hoe- rim + 이상준 Lee Sang-jun + 윤영석 Yoon Young-seok

1. 박회림 Park Hoe-rim + 이지영 Lee Ji-young 2. 윤영석 Yoon Young-seok + 송원근 Song Won-geun + 손지수 Sohn Ji-soo + 이상준 Lee Sang-jun 3. 박회림 Park Hoe-rim + 한보라 Han Bo-ra

Don Juan Rehearsal / Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

1. 손지수 Sohn Ji-soo 2. 김아선 Kim Ah-seon + 조하린 Cho Ha-rin + 송은혜 Song Eun-hye 3-4. 송은혜 Song Eun-hye

Wandering Child / Bravo Monsieur

1. 전동석 Jeon Dong-seok 2. 조승우 Jo Seung-woo 3-4. 김주택 Kim Ju-taek

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secretly-tword-obsessed · 9 days ago

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'Are You Ticklish?' Squid Game Addition!

Okayyyy so I haven't done any of these since I first opened this blog in like, 2021, but basically how this works is I write how characters would respond to that dreaded question - are you ticklish? I just come up with these ideas at random, usually at 3am when I can't sleep lol. Anyways, I hope these are in character and can give you a good chuckle.

Gi-Hun: *Season one Puppy Dog eyes* Wh-what?

Recruiter: *evil smirk* Why, are you? *smug look of accomplishment*

Sang-Woo: No (just a deadpan no. He's lying ofc hehe)

Sae-Beyok: *Looks away and doesn't respond. Than someone pokes her side, she giggles and than glares at them*

Alli: *Doesn't know the Korean word for 'ticklish'* What's that? *The others proceed to show him through demonstration* (Poor guy had no idea what was coming for him)

Thanos: (High as shit) I'm really bad under my arms boiii. (Five seconds later, screaming in hysterics), "HOHOHOW DIHIHID YOHOHOU KNOHOHOW I WAHAHAS TIHIHIHICKLISH!?!?!"

Nam-Gyu: Seriously what the fuck

Dae-Hoe: *Squeaks. Melts. Dies*

Jung-Bae: Ohhh, so you want to start a tickle fight huh? *tackles the asker over and proceeds to wreck them*

Min-Su: *Completely oblivious* Yeah, why? Wait - noho!

Jun-Hee: Don't even fucking think about it *lethal stare*

Hyun-Ju: Ermm, why do you ask *blushes* (MY SHY BABYYYY)

Jun-Ho: I don't think so....

In-Ho: *Threatening glare* Tickle me and your dead. Wait-SHIT!

Hope you enjoyed this gigglers!

These characters are just....mwa!

#tickle community #sfw tickle community #squid game tickle #squid game tickles #ticklish!gihun #ticklish!sangwoo #ticklish!thanos #ticklish!minsu #I'm not tagging every character welp

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dkettchen · 3 months ago

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ok she's decided her ex stalking her is fine actually and she's going back to him, sure bud, sure

why do you have to say it like it's a threat SIR

#true beauty #seo jun said bros before hoes and then went to cry in the stairwell as you do

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shadowrinrin · 1 month ago

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I Like it Messy - Wi Ha Jun

Sypnosis: You hate him, He hates you and one thing you guys have in common is you're both psycho

[Warnings]: Bets. unprotected sex. Multi orgasms. Pet names. Lots of bodily fluids. ITS A MESS HOES. Spit. Breats play. Cum everywhere. Cum eating. Possessive Y/N. Switch!Y/N. Soft Dom!Wi Ha Jun. Making out. Hickies. Squirting. Face fucking, anal. hickeys. Bite marks. Swearing. Petnames. Riding. Unprotected sex. Dirty talk. Coming inside. VERY VERY DIRTY TALK

He is a psycho like badshit crazy psycho, not the kind you see in horror movies, but the kind that can make you feel like the most treasured thing in the world and then rip your heart out without blinking. Wi Ha Jun, that's his name, is the kind of guy who lives in the shadows, his eyes gleaming like a sharpened knife in the moonlight. His smile, is like the promise of a thousand secrets whispered into your ear, but only if you dare to get close enough. And oh, how everyone wants to get close to him.

Running away I was in the cold dark with nothing but a long black bodysuit, boots and a leather jacket, I'm cold people. I'm a psycho but not WHJ psycho. I've got a heart, I swear. He's been watching me for weeks now, maybe months, I've lost count. Anyway enough introduction, focus people.

His motorcycle still following me, I jump over the railing, the cold metal stinging my palms as the city lights blur into a mosaic of shadows. My booted feet hit the ground hard, echoing in the empty alley. He's relentless, this Wi Ha Jun, his bike's growling engine never more than a hundred feet away. But I'm fast, faster than anyone he's ever chased before, and I won't let him catch me. Not tonight.

I stop at a dead end, my breaths coming out in white puffs in the frosty air. Wi Ha Jun's bike screeches to a halt, the engine purring like a predator that's cornered its prey. I turn around, my heart racing like a runaway train. His eyes lock on me, the hunger in them unmistakable. But I'm not just any prey; I've got my own brand of crazy to match his.

"Where do you think you're going luna?" Ha Jun's voice is a dark whisper that seems to wrap around me, sending a shiver down my spine despite the cold. The alley is narrow, the walls closing in, and there's no escape. He's got me exactly where he wants me, and he knows it.

Little explaining gang, Luna is a nickname hes been giving me since it is short for Lunatic and Moon in Spanish, and apparently, he thinks I'm both. I don't know if it's the thrill of the chase or the thrill of the fuck that he's after, but I'm about to find out. The alley is tight, my heart is racing, and my legs hurt. This isn't my usual jam, but something about the way he looks at me, like he could devour me whole, makes me want to see just how crazy things can get.

"I don't know wouldnt you like know? Handsome." Yes I called him handsome which by the way I am 50% drunk 20% high and 30% sober which is a good combo if you ask me. His grin widens, flashing those teeth that I know have tasted the darkest of nights. He slides off his bike, the leather of his jacket creaking as he approaches.

"Come here, luna," Ha Jun commands, his voice a seductive purr that sends a thrill of both fear and excitement through me.

"Get off me" and suddenly Im fighting him like a wildcat. My nails digging into his arms, my legs pushing him back, and surprisingly he lets me. He's got the strength to crush me but instead, he's just playing with me like a cat with a mouse. The alley's walls seem to pulse with the bass from the club's music.

I push him off me and get inside the club, the thumping bass of the music almost drowning out the sound of his motorcycle receding into the night. The heat of the club is a stark contrast to the alley's chill, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the flashing lights. Ha Jun is right behind me, his leather jacket disappearing into the crowd. The club's patrons are a mix of the lost and the looking, the kind of people who don't question why a girl in a torn bodysuit and a crazy grin is fighting off a guy who could be a supervillain.

I look around and suggested to have a little fun myself. I spot the DJ booth and decide to make my move. Before he can react, I dart forward, slipping through the sea of bodies, the bass of the music pounding in my chest like a war drum. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don't look back, the vibrations from the speakers resonating through my bones.

I suddenly sway my hips to the beat as I keep eye contact with the DJ. He nods in approval, and the next song is a banger that sets the club ablaze. The lights dim and strobe lights flash as I make my way to the dance floor, my heart still racing from the chase. I suddenly feel a pair my hands on my waist from behind, and I know it's him. Ha Jun's grip is firm, but not painful, and his warm breath tickles my ear as he whispers, "Let's dance, Luna."

I let it happen, let him pull me closer until my back is pressed against his chest, his hands moving to the rhythm of the bass. His breath is hot on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. The music is like a heartbeat, pulsing through the room, and for a moment, we're just two bodies lost in the rhythm. I threw my head back and let it rest as I grinded up on him, feeling a boner growing. I smirk, maybe the chase is the foreplay for him.

I suddenly go to the bar and drink like I've been broken up with my oxygen supply, my hand shaking as I slam down a shot of something strong. The bartender, a burly guy with a beard, looks at me with a mix of concern and amusement. Wi Ha Jun is still on the dance floor, watching me from the edge of the crowd, his eyes never leaving mine. I can feel the tension in the air, it's thick like the fog outside, and it's building up to something explosive.

I make my way upstairs, the music getting louder with each step. The VIP section is a sea of glitter and leather, of smiles that don't quite reach the eyes. I spot a group of guys in the corner, all looking like they just stepped out of a fashion magazine. One of them, with messy hair and a smirk that screams 'trouble', catches my eye. He's leaning against the railing, watching the crowd below like a hawk eyeing its prey.

"Come here," I call out to the guy with the messy hair, my voice barely carrying over the music. A smirk plays on his lips, and he saunters over like he owns the place.

"Come here," I repeat, my voice louder this time, and the guy with the messy hair, who I'll call Trouble for now, makes his way over. His swagger is intoxicating, and the way his eyes sweep over me like a lion eyeing a gazelle makes my knees wobble a bit. But I stand firm, a challenge in my gaze. "Wanna dance?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I tease, playing along with Trouble's smirk. His eyes narrow slightly, the game beginning. The music is deafening, but we're close enough that words are unnecessary. I lean in for a kiss as he gently holds me, but that gentleness is gone as Ha Jun grabbed me and punched the guy square in the face.

My eyes widened as he pushed me into a room, already with people fucking inside, he looks at me with a smirk "Is that what you're gonna do with me?" I say heavily breathing "You think fast" he took me to a empty room and I kick him in the stomach "Fucking psycho" I spat at him. But he just laughs, a deep rumble that sends chills down my spine.

"You are too luna" Ha Jun says through clenched teeth, his eyes darkening with something I can't quite read. But the grip on my arm tightens, and he's not letting me go anywhere. The room we're in is small and dimly lit, the bass of the music a muffled heartbeat in the walls. His smirk is gone now, replaced with something more primal, more dangerous.

He pins me on to the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress, and before I can protest, his mouth crashes into mine. His kiss is bruising, claiming, and I can feel the possessiveness in every stroke of his tongue. "You're mine," he growls, and I can taste the hunger in his words.

"Get off me, you bastard" I snarl, pushing against his chest. But his grip is ironclad, and his eyes burn into me with a possessiveness that sends a shiver down my spine. He leans in closer, his breath hot against my neck. "You're mine," he repeats, his voice a low growl. I can feel his cock straining against his leather pants, and I know he's not going anywhere until he's claimed what he wants.

He rips off my jacket and bodysuit with a ferocity that leaves me gasping for breath. His mouth moves down my body, leaving a trail of kisses and nips in its wake. His teeth graze my nipples, and I arch my back, moaning despite myself. He smirks up at me, his eyes gleaming with victory as he sees the effect he has on me. "You want this, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

I can't deny it. I've never felt this alive, this desired. His fingers trace the edge of my panties, and I feel a wetness spreading between my legs. He notices and chuckles darkly before ripping them off. I'm exposed to him, vulnerable, but instead of fear, I feel a thrill of anticipation. He licks his lips, and I can almost hear his thoughts. He's going to devour me whole, and I'm going to beg for more.

"You're fucking mine, luna," Ha Jun says, his voice a snarl of possession. And then he's inside me, hard and deep. I scream out his name as he fucks me, claiming me with every thrust. His hand is wrapped around my throat, not tight enough to choke, just enough to remind me who's in control. He's a switch, I realize, as he reads my body like a map, knowing exactly how to make me squirt with just the right pressure on my clit.

"Fuck, yes," I gasp as he hits that spot, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm. He grins, his teeth glinting in the low light, and starts to fuck me harder, faster, pushing me closer to the edge again. His hips are a blur of movement, and all I can do is hold on as he uses my body for his pleasure. He's a soft dom, surprisingly gentle with his words, calling me "good girl" and "his little slut" in between grunts and curses. It's a contradiction that turns me on even more.

He pulls out, and I whine in protest, but he just flips me over, slapping my ass before pushing into me again. This time it's my ass he's claiming, and I've never felt so full. He's got no mercy as he rams into me, his grip on my hips tight enough to leave bruises. The pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a symphony of sensation that has me begging for more. "You like that, don't you, my little whore?" he whispers, and I nod, my mouth open in a silent scream.

He's not just fucking me; he's marking me, leaving his claim on every inch of my body. Hickeys bloom on my neck and chest as he bites and kisses me, leaving me branded for all to see. And I love it, the idea of being his, of being claimed by this crazy, beautiful monster. He pulls out again, and I feel the warm spurt of his cum on my back, marking me even more. He collapses on top of me, both of us panting and sweaty.

As we lay there, I feel his cock twitch inside me, and I know he's not done yet. He pulls out and flips me onto my back, his eyes never leaving mine. He leans down and licks my cum-covered pussy, savoring the taste of me on his lips. "So sweet," he murmurs, and then he's back at my neck, kissing and biting, leaving me a mess of hickeys and bruises. I'm not sure if I should be scared or turned on, but the latter wins out every time.

"Ride me," he commands, and I don't need to be told twice. I straddle him, his cock sliding into me like it was made for this, and start to bounce. He grabs my breasts, playing with my nipples as I fuck him, his eyes never leaving my face. "That's it, luna," he groans, his voice thick with lust. "Make me cum."

The room is a blur of lights and noise, the music pounding in sync with my heartbeat. I lean down and kiss him, tasting the mix of our saliva and sweat. It's filthy, and it's perfect. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me closer as I ride him, our bodies moving as one. "I'm going to come," I warn him, and he smiles, his teeth gleaming. "Do it," he says, his voice low and demanding. "Come for me."

And I do. I come hard, my pussy clenching around his cock as I scream out my release. He follows shortly after, his cum filling me up, the sensation making me shiver. "Mine," he whispers against my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin. I nod, my breath coming in pants. "Yours," I murmur back, feeling more alive than I have in years. This is a mess, but it's our mess, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"I guess we're partners," I murmur, my breath still ragged as I collapse onto the bed beside him, our bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Ha Jun's eyes are still on me, dark and intense, but there's a softness there now, a tenderness that belies the feral beast he was moments ago. He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a gentle embrace that feels surprisingly safe.

He reaches for the hem of my shirt, his movements deliberate as he carefully peels it over my head, revealing the bruises and bitemarks he's left scattered across my skin. He winces slightly, and for a moment, I see a flicker of something that might be regret. But it's quickly replaced with determination as he leans down to kiss each one, his lips feather-light against the darkened marks. "I'll take care of you," he whispers, his voice a soft contrast to the harshness of his earlier commands.

He pulls out a small first aid kit from his jacket pocket, and I raise an eyebrow. "Cute and prepared," I tease, trying to lighten the mood. He smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Always, luna." He takes out a tube of cream and begins to gently rub it into the marks, his touch soothing the ache.

As he tends to my bruises, I can't help but watch him, this crazy, beautiful monster who's somehow managed to weave his way into my heart. His touch is gentle, almost loving, as he applies the cool cream to my tender skin. The stark contrast between his earlier brutal passion and this tender care is like watching a switch flip, and I'm fascinated by the transformation.

"Handsome?" I whispered, my voice a mix of amusement and bewilderment. His smirk grew as he focused on a particularly nasty-looking bruise on my hip.

"I love you" I cannot believe I said that, but it slips out, as easy as breathing. His eyes shoot up to mine, and for a moment, I think I've made a mistake. But then, his smile softens, and he says, "I love you too, Luna." It's not romantic, not really. It's more like a declaration of ownership, a promise of protection wrapped in a blanket of pure, unadulterated psychosis.

"Lay on me princess" he murmured, his voice still gruff with lust. I complied, laying my head on his broad chest, his heart thudding against my cheek. The room was still spinning, the aftershocks of our passionate encounter echoing through my body. Wi Ha Jun's hand began to stroke my hair gently, his thumb tracing circles on my scalp. It was surprisingly calming, a stark contrast to the chaos of his earlier actions.

I guess psychos are the best at loving…

#wi ha jun #wi ha joon #bad and crazy #smut #kdrama #tumblr fyp

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