So It’s My Birthday Apparently??

I mentioned it before, but a lot of people haven’t been able to see my older posts because the visibility settings were turned off so I’ll be reposting a few of them! Please feel free to read them if you haven’t already! <3

Favorite Place~

ꕥGenre: College!au, Angst, Fluff

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Emo!Hongjoong

ꕥWord Count: ~4.8k

ꕥWarnings: General angst (happy ending), Unknown man being creepy to reader, Characters insulting reader behind her back, Alcohol intake, Driving with a few sips of alcohol (please don’t drink and drive), Implied violence, Language, Oral (f recieving), Unprotected sex, Corruption kink, Language

ꕥA/N: Reader is a girly-girl bc we need more rep that isn’t hella negative and to actually be portrayed as smart and hardworking for once 😤 You👏can👏be👏both👏 ANyWay—thank you for bearing with me while I wrote this

I ran my hands along the open science textbook laying upon my desk, eyes scanning rapidly over the information. The pages were thin and flimsy, clearly showing the book’s age. If I wasn’t careful, the pages would rip with ease. Not that I had time to actually think about that.

In less than five minutes I, along with the twenty five other poor souls who took this class of their own volition, would be handed our last final for the class. A hundred and ten questions in an hour and thirty minutes.

The class was basically academic suicide and had I been told that, I would have stayed far, far away from the class. But no. No one bothered to run that by me.

A whiff of familiar cologne filled my nose and against my better judgement I looked up to find the class genius, Hongjoong Kim. It was bad enough that he was smart as a whip and never needed to study, but on top of it all he was a dangerous, handsome, irresistible bad boy.

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Alright loves here’s what’s been going on. I’ve (obviously) found myself in a bit of a writing rut when it comes to ateez. I LOVE my boys don’t get me wrong, but I’ve found myself gravitating to other circles recently and so it’s been hard to write about ateez. I’ve put this off for longer than I should have, but I need advice.

Recently, I’ve been falling head over heals for Pedro Pascal and literally everything he’s in (The hyperfixation kicked in HARD). I currently have one Pedro fic and one character fic (Javier Peña) done because I could not help myself. I really want to post them, so I guess my question is should I make a new account solely dedicated to Pedro or should I post them on this account along with ateez fics? Currently, I’m leaning towards making a new account, because admittedly it would be a strange mix, but I’m curious as to what you all think 👀

As far as ateez fics go, I will still be posting, but it will likely be less frequent than when I post about Pedro. I’m hoping that as a byproduct of doing this I’ll be writing more frequently for ateez as well. Big thank you to everyone for your input! Based on the poll results I’ll make a decision tomorrow and make a post about it! 💕💕

I really wish more writers would clarify if their stories with extreme angst end happily or not. I ended up sobbing at a fanfic I thought was gonna end cute and fluffy but alas, no. I just want happy endings, my guy 😭😭

Happy Valentine's Day!! 😚💕

Even though I’m super late Happy Valentines Day bb!!! I hope you had a wonderful day! :)))

I’ve been wounded-

It’s 2021, y’all, stop saying your love language is words of affirmation. You have a praise kink.

Have a great day

Thank you! I hope you have a wonderful day too 🥺🥺

Skjsnsmjsk this is the first post of mine to reach 200+ notes!! Thank you so much everyone😭💕

Just This Once~

ꕥPosted: 8/30/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Sub!San (He’s also a soccer player but we ain’t here for the plot-)

ꕥWord Count: 1.9k

ꕥWarnings: Unprotected sex, mentions of San in subspace, reader discovers she has a power kink, San discovers he has a praise kink, use of “good boy” and “baby boy,” use of handcuffs, oral sex (m receiving)

ꕥTag List: @cappujinho​ @bobateastay​ @nevieatiny​ @onceonafullmoon

ꕥA/N: I’m back! Sorry for being gone for a bit, college started back up two weeks ago and I’m bound and determined to get straight A’s so I’ve spent almost all my time on schoolwork lol. Anyways! I’m gonna try to post at least biweekly. In a day or so I’ll have you all vote of my next fic topic also! All feedback is appreciated :)

San flopped down on the bed before her, a sigh leaving his lips as he settled into its silky fabric. Exhaustion was prominent on his lower eyes, visible in the way he awkwardly leaned back into the cushions. The movements caught her attention, causing her eyes to flicker towards his and away from the tv. Her eyes shined and he felt butterflies in his stomach as she smiled at him.

After all this time. She still makes me giddy. San mused.

“Hi, love.” His voice sounded strained.

“Hi, baby. Is practice getting to you?” She asked, moving a strand of hair from his face, looking at him with concern, “If you’re pushing yourself too hard again I swear I’ll force you to take a break.” She giggled, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m just frustrated. I can’t seem to focus and our tournament’s in three days. I just don’t know what to do.”

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For I Have Always Loved You~

ꕥPosted: 3/2/21

ꕥGenre: Prince!au, Angst, Fluff

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Prince Yunho

ꕥWord Count: 769

ꕥWarnings: Angst but it ends happy (of course)

ꕥA/N: This is surprise peace offering for not posting a fic in a long time I’m so sorry. Also this was inspired by my friend @onceonafullmoon ‘s post Foxgloves and Peonies, so check that out too 😉☺️

She ran through the mansion's corridors, the front of her extravagant dress in her hands, the fabric swaying side to side with every movement. She wasn't running out of fright, but instead out of the desire to get away, to become invisible.

"Wait! Come back!" Her lover shouted out, his face laced with concern as he chased after her.

"Leave me alone, Yunho!" She dashed into a side room, trying to close the door when he caught up to her. The man pried the door open and entered quickly behind.

"Why did you run away?" He asked, voice calm despite his slightly staggered breathing after running for so long.

“I saw the way those women were looking at you at the ball. They’re gorgeous and from great wealth. I don't why you would ever choose me. I’m not smart. I'm not pretty. I'm not...” she cried, burying her face in her hands and falling to the floor.

“That simply isn’t true,” he said, sitting on the floor and caressing her shoulders, “You have introduced me to thoughts and wisdom beyond what I could have ever conjured. You are more beautiful than any woman there by far. You are more wise than Athena and more breathtaking than Aphrodite in my eyes.”

Her hiccups continued as she became engulfed in his words, never finding comfort in anyone quite as much as she did in the man before her.

“How could you ever love me?” She said between hiccups, “What could possibly make you view me as desirable in your eyes?”

He gave a small smile, his own eyes pricking with tears at the sight before him, “My darling, you are my world. On days I feel down you are the sun, giving way to all life, warm rays enveloping all that they can touch, providing great comfort to all that feel it. The days that I feel angry, you are the ocean, providing calmness and comfort, a steady and reliable force. On days I am happy, you are the fire, igniting every part of me, making me feel alive and invincible. On days I act without thinking and make foolish errors, you are the thunderstorm, stern and firm, reminding me that there is more to life than what I see before me. You are all these to me, and for this, I have always loved you. There has never been any way for me to stop. There has never been a desire for me to stop.”

Her eyes still watered, but her hiccups subsided, further and further believing that the man before her could by no measure be real. And yet, he was. She lifted her head and felt her heart break as she watched a tear fall down his face. The man cupped her cheek, his hold gentle as if he might scare her away.

“You will never know the breathtaking beauty you behold in my eyes, and I’m afraid there will never be the words for me to convey such an unyielding emotion. No actions will ever be enough to prove to you the degree to which I cherish you, but I will say so everyday. I will tell you until you believe this yourself. You, my dear, are forever deserving of love.”

He reached out for her small hand, rubbing small circles on her soft skin. She looked at the motion, a slight smile on her lips at the act of comfort.

“Beautiful.” He said, meeting her eyes, “Deep down to your soul.”

She took a deep breathe to calm herself, thinking there might be at least a little truth to his words. If a man such as he could love her, perhaps she had more worth than she gave herself credit for.

He moved the hand resting on her face underneath her chin, tilting her head upwards, "You are the only one for me."

He kissed her, and she happily returned the action. The kiss was soft but strong, taking her breath away.

"I am so in love with you, my flower."

She looked down, feeling shy, beginning to play with the hem of her dress, " I love you, too. So much."

Although she mumbled, the man could still hear her. He felt the urge to kiss her once more, and so he did.

"Why don't we head back?" He asked, "And I want you on my arm, so I can show off that I have the most wonderful woman in the world to call my own."

She giggled slightly, a faint blush on her cheeks, "If you insist, my prince."

"Oh, my darling, I do."

I AM NOT OKAY

YUNHO IS SECOND LEAD OF THE DRAMA??????

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