Welcome to my tumblr account! I’ve noticed I’ve received quite a few new followers recently (thank you!) and thought I should introduce myself.
I am dreamlessdreams (here on tumblr I have an extra ‘s’ at the end), I’m mostly a fanfic writer on ao3 but I’ve began posting Weak Hero content and one shots here on tumblr as well. Some posts are a mash up of the kdrama and the webtoon but the majority of my posts are focused around the Weak Hero Webtoon.
Here are some quick fire things about me:
Even though most of my fics are about Wolf my favourite character is actually Ben Park
I’m kind of a slow writer so updates on my fics aren’t fixed
Outside of Weak Hero I also enjoy reading as well as Studio Ghibli!
Thank you for sticking around!
Here's my masterlist:
Weak Hero Master List – @dreamlessdreamss on Tumblr
yall please be aware of phishing scams here on tumblr! I had some account pretend to be tumblr staff say that I needed to put in bank details to verify my age.
(Which I thought was strange since I don’t make 18+ content, maybe slightly mature but nothing more than that) anyways!
Just be vigilant and do not put in any of your personal details into random links! And always do your research about something!
yeah this one is a bit heavier than what I usually write so please read with discretion
It was past 1am and you were still going strong, the music the DJ was playing that night had been hit after hit and the dance floor just seemed to merge into a colourful sea of people. Then a guy seemed to just appear in front of you, you sized him up, tall, handsome face. Other than that you didn't question it, you let his put him hands on your hips swaying to the beat. Song after song you danced, no real words exchanged but he was fun so you didn't mind.
A hand to the back of his neck as you body was flush on his, "Hey, you wanna grab a smoke?" he said in your ear, in a normal circumstances it would've been a whisper but with the club music he had to shout. "Hm sure." you smiled up at him and he took hold of your hand, navigating your way through the crowd of people. Finally you made it outside, the cold air hitting your bare shoulders. Being outside was a it of a wake up as you felt your head sway slightly, damn how much had you had?
Your eyes catch attention back to the man you had been dancing with, he was flicking a lighter to light a cigarette. Outside you could actually take in his appearance, sometimes the club lights were deceiving and more than once had you thought you had been bamboozled by them. But him- he was definitely fine, you hadn't realised that his hair was purple under the lights yet it suited him all the same.
The man took a drag of his cigarette and offered it to you, you took it with ease bringing it to your lips, "What's your name?" you ask breathing out the smoke, he looked you up and down like his prey and it was only when you went to tap the cigarette in the ash tray you realised you weren't in the smoking area of the club. You weren't entirely sure where you were at all. "Seongje, but people call me Wolf." he stated taking the cigarette again before you could take another drag, you smirked at the admission. What man still introduced himself by his nickname? "Wolf huh? You some kind of werewolf?" he immediately furrowed his eyebrows at this, he looked genuinely offended by the question which you thought was an obvious joke.
"Absolutely not? Do I smell like a Werewolf to you?" he asked and you scoffed, "I don't know what a werewolf smells like but right now all I can smell is that cigarette." You reach up and take it back from him, taking a slow drag. Taking him in, smart jeans, a kanzo polo top and large glasses. He was certainly the best guy you’d ever met at a club. “Hm, you need to stop sizing me up like that.” He said and your eyes went back to his face, caught red handed. “You must have a bit of money huh? That polo is a pretty penny and not many guys give out cigarettes so willingly.” Raising your eyebrows you flick some of the cigarette ash to the ground, Seonjge (or Wolf) smirked, taking a step closer to you.
“Anything for a gorgeous girl like you hm?” He brought a hand to your face, stroking your cheek. “Tell me more.” You whisper, breath hot over his lips and he pounces immediately making you drop the half finished cigarette onto the floor. He worked fast, tongue swiping over your lips, slick and soft. You hummed as he brought his other hand to you neck holding you in place, you brought your now free hands to his shoulders bringing him even closer to you.
Then he bit down on your bottom lip making you gasp which only made him make the kiss even deeper, his tongue slick next to yours. Damn, he was a good kisser, great even, you almost felt inexperienced from how quick he was unravelling you. Then he smirked, you could feel it across your lips as his hands tightened, “ugh you’re so hot, so… tasty.” He whispered and you looked up only to see his glasses completely fogged up.
Reaching up you removed them from his face, now met with his unwavering stare, eye pricing into your own. This time you were hot on him, reaching up to continue the kiss, his glasses still in your hand that were still on his shoulders. Each second that passed you were more and more eveloped by him, his hands, his mouth, his body, his scent. It took over every one of your senses.
Then he pulled away, placing a kiss on the side of your mouth, then your cheek, “so damn delicious” he mumbled, making his way along and down your neck, “which is such a shame.” This made you look down at him, what did that mean? He was looking up at you from where his head was leant in the crook of your neck, somehow his eyes seemed glow more than before. “That I’m going to have to eat you up.”
Before you could question what he said he took a bite of you. Right in the neck. You yelped which was quickly muffled by his hand covering your mouth. What the fuck? You tried to fight, taking hold of his shirt, to push him away, punch him, but it was weak, you were completely weak. Then your vision began to blur, he was still at your neck and you dared to look down at him one last time and he was looking right at you.
Those eyes glowing and glaring right at you, they looked pleased watching the life slowly drain from your face as he sucked your neck dry. You lost feeling in your limbs, your legs going numb and Seongje grabbed hold of you by your back. The last thing you saw was him looking down at you, his glasses somehow back on and his tongue came out to lick his smirking lips from the red of your neck that was smeared across the lower part of his face.
I wrote this short blurb after my post from yesterday. Maybe I’ll write more at a later date, but enjoy!
“What?” you couldn’t believe the words that had just come through the phone. Your guitarist was sick, well he was severely hung over, and couldn’t play without feeling like his head was about to explode. “I can’t believe he did this, this is literally the biggest gig I’ve ever had.” You grumble beginning to pace around your hotel room.
This was Reading Festival, you were one of the smaller names on the poster not even having your own font yet but it didn’t matter. This would be the biggest crowd you’d played in front of since you spent your time doing smaller shows and being an opener for a few more popular artists.
Now you were stuck, you couldn’t perform without a guitarist, the songs would be way off. “Look, I’m going to the festival early to a get together with a friend I have in the industry. I’ll ask around if anyone knows someone who would do it.” Jack, your drummer, stated. “Ugh Jack you’re a life saver seriously. Let me know if you find anyone.” With that Jack hung up the phone, you now had 6 hours until you officially hit the south stage and you were praying Jack would find someone to fill in.
It would be difficult, most people wouldn’t want to play twice and also you doubted someone would know your songs. It was now 4 hours before you hit the stage, you were getting ready to leave your hotel and head to the actual festival when Jack called back, “I found someone” he stated but it wasn’t in the happy tone you were hoping for. “Thank goodness, I’ve been stressing.”
You let out a sigh of relief at the words, “it’s Wolf Keum. He’s the guitarist for ‘Stone Halo’” this made you immediately pause in your tracks. That was a very popular band, in fact they even had their own font on the poster and you didn’t have to search for their name on the back of the festival t-shirts. “How did you get him to agree? I mean- I know of Stone Halo but I’ve never met any of them.” You were in shock about this score, he must be a good player.
“Jimmy knew him and he said he’d do it.” Ah Jimmy, you knew Jimmy quite well as he was Jacks friend, although you hadn’t seen him in months as he moved out to LA. He had a few songs, and he was currently what people would call a ‘one hit wonder’. However, he had made it big in song writing, in fact some of the biggest songs currently on the charts were made by him.
“Cool, so will I meet him before or what? Just to go over a few things.” You were now putting on your shoes, ready to leave your hotel room. The festival and VIP areas away from the public crowds for artists and musicians so you would set up there until you were to be on. “He’ll be at the VIP lounge and you can show him your setlist. He’s a good guitarist- intuitive even - so he should be able to pick it up.” You hummed, hopefully this would work out in your favour.
When you got to the festival it was humid and the air was thick with dust from the fields mud. The VIP booth was rife with talent that would have had teenage you drooling at the mouth. Now you just fan-girled inside your head. Then you saw him, Wolf Keum, he was slouched on a chair with a drink in hand scrolling on his phone lazily. As you cleared your throat Wolf looked up through his glasses, he looked exactly like his music and you couldn’t quite explain it.
Of course after Jack called you spent your whole drive to the festival looking up Wolf Keum on everything. He was a guitarist, song-writer, and occasionally did back up vocals, he had a rather large fan base for a guitarist. Usually in bands it was the singer who most fans adored more than the rest of the band, just because they were the face of the brand.
“(Name).” He stated not looking like he was going to move, “Wolf Keum, thank you so much for doing this.” You smiled and he nodded slowly as you sat on the chair next to him. He pushed his phone into his pocket and sat up a bit more upright, “So- show me your songs then.” He said and you quickly pulled out your phone playing him the few. He reached over and took the phone from your grasp, going to replay a few parts of the songs then simply skipping at least 30 seconds in some.
“Well it’s different it what I normally do.” He says and you swallow thickly, it was three hours until you got on stage and you needed him to perform. “but you can do it?” You asked looking at him sitting there your phone in his hand and he turned to you a smirk playing on his lips, “Obviously” You almost scoffed as his words. You should’ve expected him to be cocky. “But it won’t be exactly the same because I don’t have time to learn it all so it’ll just be a bit of improv.”
He closed your phone and handed it back and you nod. “Yeah that’s fine, this is a real life save thank you.” Wolf sighs and gets up from his chair and it looks like he’s about to walk away but he pauses for a second, “fire your old guitarist- the guy is fucking unprofessional” with that he turns and walk away. You were honestly stunned for a moment, the idea of Wolf calling someone else unprofessional and swearing in the same sentence was ironic.
Also you now felt like you could breath for a second, when you had researched Wolf only an hour earlier you had to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent from yourself producing a small smile. The reason Wolf had such a large following was not only for his music but also because the guy was hot. Sexy even, with that hair that curled over his forehead, and it didn’t help that he would smirk as he performed. Almost whispering the backing vocals in your ear as you listened to one of Stone Halos tracks.
Seeing him in person only amplified this and you had to stop yourself from gasping when your fingers grazed each others when he handed your phone back. It would be fine, once the performance was over you would probably never see him again and you could continue to keep these ‘unprofessional’ thoughts to yourself. But for now you had to get ready to perform with him in two and a half hours and pray it would go to plan.
Trying to write my Hunger Games AU so it is not exactly the same as the originals but also still trying to live up the originals is feeling like a part time job
