Hello there! This blog is now dead (I'm so sorry I lost motivation to write for ateez) but I've decided to still keep all my old posts up for anyone to visit.
keep ai out of fanfiction!!! that shit gets on my nerves so bad. why are we working so hard to replace everything that humans have made??? every story, drawing, song, etc. comes from thousands of years of human experience and work and that ai bullshit rips all of the actual substance out of writing. the great thing about writing is that you are allowed to make mistakes!! you donât need ai to write for you, you need to do it yourself and learn from your mistakes. iâd take a poorly written fanfiction written by someone who actually is a fan of what theyâre writing about than anything written by ai any day.
i hope that in 2025 u get to take more walks, read more books, connect with more people whom u love and who love u, achieve ur goals (even if ur goals are having no goals and just living in the moment), exercise fun hobbies, move from a place of self-direction, and weave together a beguiling assortment of beautiful little moments. remember that no feeling lasts forever. love u
Alright everyoneâresults are in! You guys agreed that I should make a new account to write for Pedro Pascal, which I have now done! For everyone who is interested, Iâll be tagging my Pedro account soon (itâs still under construction đ) and making my first post in a day or so (Itâs already written i just need to revise it now!!).
Iâve gone back through my ateez drafts and Iâve found some which are hella close to being done as well so weâll see what my posting schedule ends up looking like lol. Thanks again to everyone who voted! ^^
Alright loves hereâs whatâs been going on. Iâve (obviously) found myself in a bit of a writing rut when it comes to ateez. I LOVE my boys donât get me wrong, but Iâve found myself gravitating to other circles recently and so itâs been hard to write about ateez. Iâve put this off for longer than I should have, but I need advice.
Recently, Iâve been falling head over heals for Pedro Pascal and literally everything heâs 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, Iâm leaning towards making a new account, because admittedly it would be a strange mix, but Iâm curious as to what you all think đ
Thoughts?
Make a new account about Pedro
Combine the two
Other (pls comment)
Voting ended onJun 16, 2023
As far as ateez fics go, I will still be posting, but it will likely be less frequent than when I post about Pedro. Iâm hoping that as a byproduct of doing this Iâll be writing more frequently for ateez as well. Big thank you to everyone for your input! Based on the poll results Iâll make a decision tomorrow and make a post about it! đđ
I want to make a post as a form of assurance for everyone reading this, and for myself. As you all know at this point, my boyfriend and I broke up almost two months ago. Iâm not gonna lie, it still hurts. Sometimes it hurts just as much as the day he broke up with me. Heartbreak is painful. It isnât easy and there are days where you feel like itâs hard to do anything, even the things youâre passionate about. Itâs hard to move on when someone you thought you couldâve loved or did love is doing okay. Itâs even worse when you see them smile and act as if nothing ever happened. It is going to hurt. But youâre stronger than this. I am stronger than this. Itâs okay to take time for yourself to just feel it. To give yourself time to heal. You will grow from this, and you will make it out. It doesnât feel like it right now, god it doesnât feel like it right now, but weâll make it out together. We will be okay.
ê„Warnings: Pwp, Wooyoung is an asshole, reader is really going through it, yelling (from reader to Wooyoung and from Wooyoung to reader) language, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), itâs sweet at the end tho-
ê„A/N: Reminder that this is a work of fiction. Please be kind to your roommates!
âWHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT OUR COOKING PANS?â You yelled from the kitchen floor, rummaging through the cabinets.
You heard a disembodied voice ring out from your shared bedroom, matching your anger, âI LITERALLY DONâT EVER USE THEM! YOU HAD THEM LAST!â
âYEAH I KNOW YOU DONâT USE THEM THATâS WHY OUR ROOM IS FUCKING LITTERED WITH TAKEOUT TRASH!â
You hated your roommate. He was loud and obnoxious and overwhelmingly rude. If you had the money, you wouldâve moved out of the apartment ages ago. You had never been a particularly aggressive person before you met him, but every snide comment from him made you want to punch him. Alas, as a college student all of your money went towards tuition and food, and you were unfortunately stuck with him.
âI donât know why you hate him.â Your friend San asked one night, âHave you seen Wooyoung? Heâs gorgeous. Honestly if you donât hop on that I will.â
You scoffed, âI couldnât care less what he looks like. His personality is shit, heâs a slob, he brings a different girl home to fuck almost every weekendânot quietly, might I addâand is always mean to me. Am I supposed to just discount that because of his looks?â
âI just donât get it. Heâs always nice to me when I come over.â San propped a hand under his chin, a small pout on his lips.
âHeâs seemingly nice to everyone except me.â
âAnd you really donât know why that is?â San asked, eyebrows furrowing.
You took a sip of your iced tea, looking at him with exhaustion, âNot a damn clue.â
You heard Wooyoung loudly stomp out to the kitchen. Annoyed, you craned your neck to face him, âWhat do you want?â
âQuit making so much goddamn noise, would you? Iâm working on something important.â
âOh, like what?â You gave a bitter laugh, âSeducing your next girl toy for this weekend? Because you certainly arenât cleaning your side of the room.â
âAt least I have sex! Maybe thatâs why youâre such a bitch all the time.â
Your eyes widened, an overwhelming feeling to crush his skull coursing through you. As you stood you saw a flicker of fear in his eyes and you wouldâve laughed in any other situation.
âOut.â You uttered under your breath.
Wooyoungâs face contorted to an expression of confusion, then offense. No doubt a second away from firing back with some rude comment.
You took one step closer to him, noticing the way his eyes drifted downward to your hand tightening on the spatula you were grasping.
âI said.â Two steps closer, âGet. Out.â
To your surprise he didnât fight back. Wooyoung pressed his tongue to the side of his mouth and left out a breath, nodding and walking to the door, slamming it on his way out.
The instant he was gone you crumbled. Falling to the floor you began to sob. You were hungry, stressed, and beyond exhausted. Your head throbbed as it always did when you were around him, somehow even worse this time. If you had the energy to feel sexually frustrated, you probably wouldâve felt that, too. You didnât want to admit itâand you hadnât to anyone but yourselfâbut you did find him attractive. Very attractive. And you cursed yourself for that.
And okay yeah, maybe you hadnât had sex in a long time and yeah maybe your resolve for fighting your feelings about him was starting to crumble, but you couldnât admit that to him. Youâd survived living with him for three months and you could make it one more, just until the semester was over.
The tears streaming down your face made it almost impossible to see anything, but you reached for your phone on the kitchen counter regardless. You texted San, begging him to come over.
In record time, you heard a knock at your door. Pulling yourself together, you got to your feet and slowly put one foot in front of the other.
Prying the door open, you were greeted with a sympathetic face, âWhat did he do this time?â
You led San to the couch. Shutting your eyes out of frustration and willing the tears to stop, you grabbed a pillow and held it tight to your chest. In between hiccups and sobs you retold the event, a few stray tears streaming down your face as you did so.
âOh sweetie,â San wrapped you into a tight hug and let you bury your head into his shoulders, taking all the time from him you needed.
âHow about we go out?â He asked, wiping a tear from your cheek, âWe could go shopping or get boba or do whatever youâd like.â
You nodded, eager to do anything to get away from your apartment. And so, you left with San, spending the day ignoring the homework glaring your direction and sipping on far too expensive boba. By the time the sun was setting, you sighed, knowing youâd have to face Wooyoung once more.
âThink youâll be okay?â San asked as you sat in his car outside your apartment.
âIâm gonna have to be. I have to go back sooner or later.â
San nodded, pulling you into a hug once more. âIf he pulls any bullshit, I swear to god give me a call and Iâll beat his ass.â
You smiled at your friend. âThanks, San.â
You felt dread creep over your body as you opened the car door and walked up to your apartment. You closed your eyes as you unlocked the door and pressed on the knob to open the door. Walking in, you saw Wooyoung propping his feet up on the table in front of the couch. A TV show you didnât recognize was on screen.
âOh god youâre back.â Wooyoung sighed, âI was really hoping youâd leave me alone for a while after yelling at me this morning.â
Feeling completely drained, your voice came out in a whisper. âWhy are you so fucking mean to me?â You didnât realize why his expression softened until you felt a few tears begin to run down your cheek. Again.
His voice was more gentle this time, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of you crying for the first time. âYouâre mean to me, too.â
âBecause I have to be! How else am I supposed to react when you call me a bitch or say mean things to me? Am I supposed to just take it?â You walked closer to him, determined to prove your point.
Wooyoung ran a hand through his hair. He stood up and took several steps towards you, his other hand resting on his hip. âYou want the truth?â
âYes!â
âI donât know how to act around you.â
Your brows furrowed, âAnd? Whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âI try to piss you off because youâre really hot when youâre mad, but I donât know when I take it too far or how to stop.â His eyes darted between yours, gauging your reaction.
You blinked, not fully processing his words. âThen why do you bring girls home every weekend?â
His eyebrows narrowed, âBecause Iâm trying to make you jealous! Itâs obviously not working!â
âYeah obviously!â You crossed your arms, trying to hold onto the remaining anger you had, but you couldnât help but notice what San had been talking about earlier. His sharp jawline, beautiful tanned skin, the way his tight clothes hugged his fit body...his plump lips which were looking far, far too soft at the moment.
Wooyoung noticed your staring and moved a hand to tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to lock with his.
âKiss me.â He ordered.
âWhat?â You asked with much less conviction than you intended. You could feel your anger fading, being taken place by the fire igniting in your lower abdomen.
His face became more serious, âIf you donât want this, say so and weâll pretend it never happened. Iâll understand.â
Slight panic set in, and in fear that youâd never get another chance, you kissed him hard. He instantly returned the kiss, letting go of your jaw and running his hands down the sides of your body. You shivered, his actions fanning the desire within you.
He chuckled darkly, âCute.â
You whimpered and reached down to wrap your hands around his belt, grabbing it and pulling him closer to you.
âNuh-uh. Youâre gonna be patient, understood?â
âI donât have to be anything.â
âThen Iâm not gonna help you get off. You want that? Hmmâ
You whined, reluctantly shaking your head. Wooyoung bit your lip and pushed you to sit down on the couch.
âTake your shorts off.â
You didnât want to question how quickly you became submissive to him, or how desperately you wanted him inside you, because you couldnât. Part of you felt like you couldnât even fully process everything that was happening. You just wanted him to touch you, please you, give you something.
He smirked when you tossed your shorts to the side, eyes lingering on the blue lace panties you were wearing. He placed his arms on either side of you, lips beginning to dance down the side of your neck, taking in how you squirmed beneath him.
Wooyoung placed a few sloppy kisses on your neck that left you whining before leaning in close to one of your ears, âYouâre completely soaked. Do I turn you on that much, princess?â
You closed your eyes, nodding eagerly.
âUse your words. You can do that, canât you?â
âYes.â You squeaked.
You felt his fingers lightly brush the inside of your thighs, getting so close to where you wanted him to touch you, but never reaching it.
âPlease.â You begged, out of breath even though he had barely touched you.
âPlease what?â
You opened your eyes, âPlease touch me. I need you so bad.â
He growled and ran a finger along your clothed slit, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck, your hips bucking up into his fingers.
âTell me,â He whispered, voice becoming deeper by the second, âHow long has it been for you? A month? Two?â
You shook your head, âOver a year.â
âAh,â Wooyoung chuckled, âThis will be fun, then. Wonât it?â
âYou better not draw this out.â You said, not at all sounding threatening.
âOh darling, donât tempt me.â
You huffed, removing a hand from his neck and running it down his chest before slightly dragging your hands over his clothed erection. His breathing sped up and you smiled.
Cute, you thought.
As if he could read your thoughts, one of his hands slipped under your panties, fingers rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit. You gasped, your hand halting itâs movements as you felt my brain fog over, legs already twitching slightly.
Wooyoungâs lips moved back to your neck, quickly finding your most sensitive spots and kissing them repeatedly. He pulled away to remove your shirt, then bra. Before you instinctively went to cover your chest, he took one of your nipples in his mouth, his hand toying with the other. Your back arched as you moaned his name, weaving your hands through this hair. His free hand once again returned to your core, playing with the clothed bud.
âOh for the love of god take them off.â You complained, surprised when he actually slid your panties down your legs.
His dark orbs remained on your heat before flicking up to your eyes, âYouâre so pretty, you know? I had no doubt youâd have a pretty pussy, too.â
You flushed, feeling embarrassed only temporarily before you felt his fingers brush over your slit, embarrassment disappearing as you watched as he lowered his head and took your clit in his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud.
âWooyoung-g fuck. Donât stop!â
He chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you further. He pushed a digit into you, curling it as he did so, soon pressing another in.
âF-feels good. Better than myâfingers.â
âYou touch yourself, baby?â
âYes,â you moaned, âWhen youâre not here.â
âSuch a shame. Why donât you ask me for help next time, mmm?â
His cocky tone both pissed you off and turned you on, both he was becoming very good at. âShut up and eat me out, Wooyoung.â
He growled, a borderline primal noise that caused a whine to leave your lips, âSay please.â
Before you could say a word, he pressed two fingers into you, stretching you out. Bending down to ear, he spoke again, âSay please, my princess.â
Your resolve was wearing, and at this point you didnât care what you said or how pathetic you sounded, as long as he got you off.
âPlease!â
Wooyoung smiled and moved back to your core, swirling his tongue around your most sensitive areas. Youâd lost count of the amount of times you had moaned his name and begged for him to continue, but you didnât care. You only cared about release and you were so, so close. You knew he could tell, too, based on his movements.
âLet go for me, y/n.â
As you felt your release, Wooyoung rubbed small circles on your thighs, smiling at you sweetly.
âTake me into the bedroom. Youâre not fucking me on this couch.â You managed to say through ragged breaths.
âYouâre hot when you try to boss me around.â
âIâm hot all the time, fuck you.â
He let out a full laughâwhy had you never noticed his dimples before?âand began leaving kisses along your neck again.
You sighed, âOkay this is absolutely unfair.â
âWhyâs that?â He asked, before continued his actions.
âYouâve still got all your clothes on.â
He smiled, âGuess weâll have to fix that then.â
Without a word he picked you up, carrying you princess style to your bedroom, plopping you on the bed.
âWhy do we have to fuck on my bed?â
âWe donât have to fuck at all if you-â
âNo wait, wait Iâm sorry.â You pleaded, desperation taking over.
Wooyoung laughed, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding the rest of his clothes before climbing on top, eyes devouring every inch of you.
âYou should stop wearing shirts. Like for good.â You traced your hands down his abs, watching him chuckle.
âYou should just never wear clothes again, beautiful.â He leaned down to your ear, breath tickling your skin, âAre you ready, baby girl?â
You nodded.
âThatâs not a yes.â
âChrist. Literally just fuck me please!â
Flipping you on your stomach, he grabbed your ass and raised it in the air. Wordlessly he entered you, groaning as he stretched you out. You felt his nails grip hard into your ass, but you could hardly care as his continuous motions were making your eyes roll back.
Stings of moans and pleads left your mouth, muffled by the bedsheets as he endlessly left you breathless. You felt intoxicated, completely out of breath. And you wanted like hell for it not to stop.
You let yourself give into him fully. Letting go of all the tension and stress youâd built up for months.
What a place youâve ended up with him. You let out a small laugh, knowing your friends would never believe you were fucking the man who had made your life hell for so long.
âYou laughing at me?â Wooyoung asked, confused.
You turned to look at him. He was as beautiful as ever. His tan skin glazed with a thin layer of sweat, his usually styled hair a mess.
âYouâre a lot more tolerable like this, you know?â You jabbed at him with a laugh.
Wooyoung laughed, picking up his pace as he found your clit and began to toy with it, âSo are you, dear.â
In an instant, without any warning it seemed, you were cumming hard. His name was falling from your lips with incoherent moans. His motions continued as he rode you out through your orgasm before you pulled him away from sensitivity.
âYou still gonna yell at me after all that?â You asked in a half-joking manner.
Wooyoung let out a groan, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. He nuzzled his head against your neck. âNot if you donât yell at me first.â
You were silent, weighing on whether to ask the question in your brain, afraid of the answer. âDo youâŠdo you regret it?â
Wooyoung looked taken aback, his face scrunching in confusion. âNo, god no. Why?â
âI mean we werenât exactly close before.â
Wooyoung rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling in thought. âNo, not exactly. But,â He sat up beside you, running his fingers along your face, âIâd like to try to be. If thatâs alright with you.â
Your heart fluttered. And for once, you let it. âIâd really like that.â
ê„Pairing: Fem!Reader x Sub!San (Heâs also a soccer player but we ainât here for the plot-)
ê„Word Count: 1.9k
ê„Warnings: Unprotected sex, mentions of San in subspace, reader discovers she has a power kink, San discovers he has a praise kink, use of âgood boyâ and âbaby boy,â use of handcuffs, oral sex (m receiving)
ê„A/N: Iâm back! Sorry for being gone for a bit, college started back up two weeks ago and Iâm bound and determined to get straight Aâs so Iâve spent almost all my time on schoolwork lol. Anyways! Iâm gonna try to post at least biweekly. In a day or so Iâll 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.
âHi, love.â His voice sounded strained.
âHi, baby. Is practice getting to you?â She asked, moving a strand of hair from his face, looking at him with concern, âIf youâre pushing yourself too hard again I swear Iâll force you to take a break.â She giggled, trying to lighten the mood.
âIâm just frustrated. I canât seem to focus and our tournamentâs in three days. I just donât know what to do.â
ê„A/N: Hey hey girl! Hope you enjoy this one and thanks for the request ;)
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You sat around your shared kitchen table, various childhood crafts and supplies splayed across the wood. The minute San heard you had never made a macaroni necklace, he dragged you to the nearest craft store and bought an assortment of noodles and other supplies to make up for your âterribly sad childhood,â according to San.
You had to admit you were a bit confused though. If he wanted you to make a macaroni necklace so bad, why did he keep stealing your noodles? Sure, he was making his own necklace, but there were plenty of noodles for the both of you.
The bastard. Â
âIf you donât stop that I will actually break your kneecaps.â You scolded, looking not at all intimidating as you tried to hide your smile.
San threw his head back and laughed before he stole another noodle from your hands, âAh come on, let me have a little fun.â
âI donât appreciate your mockery of my art,â You motioned to the necklace he was holding, âBesides, weâve got plenty of pasta so stick to your own necklace, you monster.â
He smiled as he took another glance at the macaroni necklace in your hands, âIâm pretty sure youâre doing it wrong.â
âOkay thatâs it.â You stood up and pounced on his shoulders, laughing as he feigned being hurt.
He shook you off, gently tossing you to the floor. San fell down with you, his arms outstretching to prop himself up. As he leaned closer to your lips you felt your heartbeat quicken.
You spoke in barely a whisper, âThat was very rude of you, you know that?â
San raised a brow and gave you a lopsided smile, âOh you were totally asking for it, though.â
âWas not.â
âYou actual child.â
âYou were the one who suggested we make macaroni necklaces and youâre calling me a chi-?â
The man pressed a quick kiss to your lips to stop you from talking. His plush lips moved in time with yours and you giggled as you felt him smile against your kiss.
âActually,â San murmured against your lips, âI think your necklace looks great. I just like how cute you look when I give you hell.â
âHow charming.â
âOh you love me.â San whispered as he nuzzled his nose against your neck, making you squirm at the ticklish sensation.
Your eyes crinkled as you smiled, love in your eyes. âIâll deny that âtill my dying breath.â The way you said it, it might as well have been âI love you.â After all, the silver band around your left ring finger said otherwise.
ê„A/N: Reminder that Iâm taking asks at the moment for the made-up title game! Hope you enjoy this one! :)
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âHello there, Mr. Bird. Are you having a good morning?â
The sparrow cocked its head and hopped closer to the park bench you were sitting on. You smiled, egging the bird to come closer. It cocked its head again, its little eyes blinking at you.
âIâm not scary, I promise.â Your voice was soft, afraid of frightening it away.
As if the bird understood you, it hopped closer still, looking at you with wide eyes.Â
âI really wish I had food or something to give you, little guy. Youâre just so cute.â
âSo are you.â A young man standing across from you laughed at your startled expression. He gave you a lopsided smile.
âI...Youâre gonna scare the bird away.â
The bird turned to the man and began to hop in his direction and you didnât try to hide the pout on your face.
He laughed, âWhy do you look so sad?â
You crossed your arms, âYou stole my bird from me.â
The man crouched down, looking at the bird, âGo on back, I think the beautiful lady misses you.â
The bird blinked at him and flew to you, perching on your knee and letting out a happy chirp.
âYouâre making heart eyes at that bird.â He laughed again. It was a deep sound that matched his voice. It was handsome, just like him, and you felt yourself being drawn to the stranger.
âHe understands!â You gushed, âI wish I could keep him as a pet. Itâs like heâs listening to me and I feel like a Disney princess.â
âWell he just listened to me, tooâŠso.â
You gave him a frown, âYeah but he listened to me first.â
The man approached you with a smile and motioned at the empty spot next to you, âMay I?â
You nodded and he took a seat. As he sat down, the little bird sat on your lap too, seemingly content. You smiled at the sight.
âI saw you yesterday, at the bookstore.â
âOh?â Your voice was tiny, butterflies fluttering in your stomach because he remembered you, even if you didnât know who he was.
âYeah. Youâre so kind, you know that? I saw you helping that older lady find the books she was looking for. You made conversation and you were so welcoming to her. You didnât even know her. I admire that.â
You were quiet, not sure of what to say. You were thankful for the compliment but surprised that he even noticed you. You didnât think that you did anything special, you just wanted to be nice to the woman.
He cleared his throat, âIâm Mingi, by the way.â
âY/n.â
âWell, y/n if youâd like, thereâs another library that I found around here recently. Itâs essentially the Library of Alexandria I mean theyâve got everyth-â
âYes!â You said without thinking, your eyes widening when you realized how overly enthusiastic you mustâve sounded. If the man noticed your slightly flushed cheeks, he didnât comment on it.
Mingi chuckled, standing up and extending a hand to you, âCome with me? Iâd love to go with you as soon as possible. Iâd really like to get to know you. Maybe we could go right now? If youâre free, that is.â
You smiled, gladly taking his hand. âIâd love to go.â
The bird looked at you and then to Mingi, chirping as though it was a goodbye and flew away out of sight. Neither you nor Mingi knew it, but the birdâs job was done, bringing you two together. The bird sang happily at the success. He was quite the match-maker, indeed.
How tf have I gotten 70+ likes on my recent post for San and 40+ likes on the crack post I made about Yunho? AND- I have 10 followers!! It might sound insignificant compared to the number of followers other people have but Iâm so happy! I didnât really expect many people to read my stuff, I just wanted a place to keep a collection of my writings to track my progress. To everyone who had read, rebloged, or liked my stuff: Really, thank you :))
Also take care of yourselves out there! Wash your hands and eat well!! Much loveđđđ
Just over a year ago, I started this account and made this post. It was absolutely wild to me that anyone enjoyed my work enough to follow me.
Now, a little over 400 people follow me! Thatâs crazy! Iâm so honored and just so thankful to everyone who has ever interacted with my work. Iâll continue to work hard to make you all proud and give you content you enjoy :) I genuinely donât know what else to say beyond thank you, so Iâll wrap it up. I hope everyone has a wonderful day and Iâm wishing nothing but the best to everyone đđ
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