hello love, i’m a massive fan of your works on here! you’ve been my go to recently hehehe but I would LOVE if you could write for gdragon again because your first one was so bomb. i was thinking maybe like reader is a big bang backing dancer/staff and the relationship establishes over time, sort of slow burn friends to lovers, but other than that i would just love anything you write!!! thank you so much🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
hi lovely anon, thank you so much for your compliments 🥹 this truly means so much to me, and i’m really glad you’ve enjoyed them!
i started with your request a while back, but it was a challenge to establish their friendship and also develop the slow burn. nonetheless it was a really lovely request and i’m almost done with it 🌷 i hope you’re still here when i post it!
(i’ll be posting it today or tomorrow hopefully ۶ৎ)
Sorry I just read your rules and realized you don’t write smut. Sorry. It can be suggestive or not but it’s whatever you’re comfortable with.
Sorry again
(The request for actor Soohyuk x actor fem reader)
hello anon ☘️ don’t worry about it, it happens! i read your request and it was a reallyyyy interesting prompt, i haven’t thought of smth like it so it was a fresh idea for me. thank you for requesting!
pairing: g-dragon x reader
genre: angst, fluff (if you read between the lines), enemies to lovers
summary: jiyong has remained out of the music scene for a while when a scandal forces him back into the public eye. throughout your relationship, sarcastic remarks were the norm, so you find yourself at a loss, unsure of how to support him in such a delicate moment.
“i’ve come to relish in your pain” you were standing in front of his door, holding a few bags in your arms.
he rolled his eyes, but he was trying hard not to shut the door and hide how vulnerable he truly is right now. jiyong was still inactive in the music industry, yet scandals are chasing him left and right. he’s tired, exhausted. the undeserved hate and lies we’re gnawing at him.
“i was literally choking up on tv, wasn’t that enough to revel in?” he opened the door wider for you to enter, unwilling.
“i had to see for myself.” you put the bags on the kitchen counter. “what eye drops brand did you use? they seemed to be good.” you hated the way habit was still taking over. you were so used to being at each other’s throats, wanting to beat the other in every way you can.
this time, it was different.
you could see it in the way his eyes avoided you, the same fiery eyes with so much passion and fight that looked down on you. slouched shoulder replaced his usual confident stance, almost wanting to hide from the world.
you were sure you were enemies, civil at best. so why was your heart weighing down on you, feeling heavier than it ever was?
“did you eat anything, at all?” you took out the food you got from the bags, slightly looking up to him.
“i believe you know the answer, with the way you’ve brought the entire menu” he nibbled on his thumb, something he’d do when he was anxious or thinking.
“in stories, it’s never satisfying to see the enemy lose the fight to someone other than them.” for someone who didn’t like to think you were friends, you surely knew your way around his house. “come on, let’s eat.” you put down the plates as you ushered for jiyong to sit.
you were angry. hated how the scandal got to him. hated how he was the one who had to back down, and eat his pride.
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you were finishing up cleaning the dishes as you watched him from the corner of your eye. he was pacing silently around the living room, lost in his thoughts. so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t see you come up to him, hold his arm to stop him, and wrap your arms around him. he froze. his thoughts suddenly came to a halt, as if this embrace is weirder than the shit he’s going through.
but god did he fit right into your arms, warmth radiating from you. the way your hand gently drew circles along his back, casting a calming spell on him. he pulled his arms from his side and wrapped it around your waist, pulling your body closer than you already are. he rested his face on your shoulder, snuggling right under your jaw.
it’s just instinct, he tried to reason. he ignored the voice that has been trying to tell him, for a while now, of something that he’s worked hard to overcome.
it’s just the nerves, you tried to reason. i’m just not used to being nice to him, you say to your heart as it picked up its speed. there is no way…right?
you were now both on the cream colored couch, seated not as far as you’d like to be from each other. “you can’t let them get to you” your head, resting on the sofa, turns to him. “only i can get to you like that.”
he let out choked up chuckle, his voice a bit sore from crying a little from when you held him. he could still feel heat from where your hands touched him. “they’re not getting to me, i just like being dramatic.”
the corners of your mouth curled up into a smile. you could feel the alarm bells ringing in your head, you were entering dangerous territory in whatever this was. you were too busy calming your heart to notice jiyong come closer until your thighs were almost touching.
when you looked up, you saw his eyes gazing at your own for the first time since you came here. there was sadness in them, along with something else too. something that made you want to jump up and run.
“is it just me?” his eyes was searching for the confirmation you’re hiding.
“that what, we could be civil, friends at best?” you breathed out, trying to hold your stance.
“(y/n).” his voice was…pleading? kwon jiyong, pleading?
“we can’t do this.” but your body was stuck in place, unable to up and run.
“and what is this that we can’t do?” oh he was starting to love this. enjoy cornering you, relishing in the fondness that you might have for him.
“you can’t handle me.” your voice came out softer, weaker, than you intended to.
he started leaning closer, so close that you started breathing each others air. “but you see, i have been handling you, since we’ve met.” he brought up his thumb to caress your jawline, “only this time, i will be handling you differently.”
you were trapped in the way his dark brown eyes held your (e/c) eyes in place, mesmerized. when his nose touched yours, you felt yourself let loose. and when he gently kissed you, so softly that it made your body melt, you felt yourself wanting to belong to him, and him to belong to you.
a/n: i couldn’t sleep at night, and somehow this story was written on a whim.
hello, my lovely anons ! thank you so much for all the requests, they’re all soo interesting & fun, i’m taking my time writing ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
i wanted to ask, would you mind if i posted the story you requested separately (not as a reply) or do you prefer it to be written directly as a reply to your requests?
(i would still reply to ur request to tell you when it’s posted, so don’t worry about missing it!)
Office romance w lee soohyuk BUT give them an age gap (Appropriate one but like 6-20ish year gap idk u pick) but special request to make reader 25 or 26 then just age him up a bit. Like semi new hire (and she's from a relatively rich foreign background) x soon-to-retire-CEO's child (basically a chaebol). Does it make sense???
Unlikely Heart
a/n: office romance with soohyuk screams enemy to lovers for me, so that is what i went for. it’s not my best writing, but i did experiment with the tension hehe. thank you for ur request, hope you like it !
pairing: lee soohyuk x reader
genre: enemies to lovers
papers were piling on his desk, waiting to be checked and approved, but that’s not what was pissing the dark-haired male off. lee soohyuk, from the lee family that owns xxx company, loudly sighed as he recalled the meeting he had with his father. he had been under microscopic supervision for the past month, as he was being prepared to take over the company with his father’s retirement. as stressful as it is, his dad told him about someone rejoining the team because she is a “valuable member” that the company can’t do without.
that person was you, only you were the complete opposite to soohyuk. in his perspective he thinks that the company can do very well without you, because you’re just an annoying distraction, and the 33 year old male does not have the energy to deal with the 26 year old (y/n) (l/n). the man in the suit groaned as he felt the headache creep up on him.
he dragged himself out of his chair as he walked out of his office and into the elevator to the reception- to greet you. basic manners, my son. she’s from a prestigious family that owns xyz company, and she’s agreed to work with us again and help set you on track. he rubbed the space between his eyebrows in preparation for what’s to come.
you walked through the revolving door with confidence. you knew that soohyuk does not think that you’re competent enough in your role, but you were determined to change his mind. you were dressed in dark blue jeans and a cream button up shirt with a blazer over your shoulder to add more formality to your presence. as you looked up, you saw him and cursed under your breath. god was he breathtaking. the way he stood, so sure of himself yet not arrogant; the way a small part of his hair fell astray onto the side of his face — you knew your mission was almost impossible. do not fall for him, again. you told yourself.
“long time no see, miss know it all” he smirked as you stood in front of him “i hope the road wasn’t too bumpy for your highness.” you really preferred him with his mouth shut. “long time no see, mr. perfect. the ride was not too bad, thank you.” you gave him a curt smile while thinking of 10 different ways to wipe his smug look off his face.
“(y/n) !” you looked towards the voice, and the ceo was beaming at you. “how are you, my dear? it’s been a while.” as much as you disliked his son, the father was a soft-hearted old man. “i’ve been doing well, and i’m excited to be back!” you smiled. “well, soohyuk over here truly needs some help adjusting to the changes, as he will be taking my place soon.” the taller man scoffed as his father gave him a stern look. “i hope that you two work well, and if you need anything, the future ceo is always available for help!” he beamed while soohyuk burned holes with his stare.
you were excited to be back in korea, doing new things and growing in your career, but you had a feeling a certain someone won’t make it so enjoyable.
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an important meeting with potential investors was coming up tomorrow and soohyuk was reviewing his employees’ presentation. his finger stopped scrolling abruptly. an important calculation was missing. the one that will persuade the investors to even want to join hands with the company, winning them over. he was panicked yes, but he also had a devilish plan dancing on his mind.
“i will be needing this calculation on the presentation at 8 am sharp tomorrow.” he placed the papers in front of you nonchalantly. “but work hours are almost over and this part needs at least half a day’s worth of work?” you looked up at him, confused. “your point? you will either prove your worth for this position or, you will prove exactly my thoughts – a replaceable member.” he smirked. you stared at him in disbelief, anger slowly rising. he turned to walk away, “investors will be here by 8:30 am…oh and, you will be the one presenting.” his mocking voice was all that echoed in your head as you were determined to wipe it off his face.
8:30 am rolled around, as soohyuk was sitting at the center of the table, waiting expectantly. he expected every possible scenario, but not this. he did not expect you to stride in with such confidence, talk with elegance and precision, all the while staring directly at him. that was the first time he truly looked into your eyes, as he recognized the passion and determination. your calculation was flawless, the investors were eager to join hands, and he realized something terrible about himself.
he liked you. he was attracted to you. whatever had happened the first time you joined was him slowly falling for you. he was always impressed with your talent and passion, but hated the affection that came with it. and what a terrible thing it is, to fall for someone that can’t be his.
naturally, his response to this revelation is to avoid you at all costs. he wasn’t relentlessly criticizing your work anymore, kept brief conversations for work purposes, but not more than that. however, he wasn’t aware of the ticking bomb on the edge of exploding.
you were sitting at your desk, staring at the curtained office. what has gotten into him? you knew you got him back good for trying to downplay your skills and position, but you never imagined his reaction would be so extreme. and why was it bothering you so much? he was finally treating you less like a nuisance and more like a person, given how he was the last time you worked here — you almost went mad. you fell in love with him and he never saw you.
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you had to do something about it.
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you absentmindedly entered the elevator, not realizing that a tall, looming presence was standing at the end of it – busying himself with his phone. when the doors closed with just the two of you in it, you grabbed the opportunity. you pressed the emergency stop button midway and turned to the shocked man beside you. “what the hell?-“ he started “what the hell is wrong with you? you and i know that i did goddamn well in that presentation, just like you wanted. so what is this now? why are you avoiding me? pretending that i don’t exist? all i’m asking is for us to be civil-“
you couldn’t finish the sentence as you were slammed against the wall, hands cradling your face, lush lips on your own. your squeal was muffled as he gently nibbled on your lower lip, begging for a reaction. your eyes were wide, mind foggy with the way he was kissing you. he could sense your stillness –pulling back ready to apologize “i’m-i..” it was your turn to crash on him. you wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to close any gaps between your bodies. you pulled at his jet black hair, earning a groan in return. unfortunately running out of air, you had to break the kiss and breathe.
you turned your face to the side, breathing softly, confusion settling in. “i’m sorry” your heart dropped, wanting to be anywhere but in this elevator. “i’m sorry for not realizing how in love i am with you, and how horrible i treated you in return.” you snapped your head so fast you swear you could’ve heard a crack. his eyes was already set on yours, glistening under the fluorescent light. “it all made sense to me during that presentation. you were confident, alluring, and when you set your eyes on me i….” he dipped his head to rest it onto your shoulder. “my feelings crashed into me like a wave, unstoppable. i couldn’t bare the thought of you looking at someone else like that…and i knew i have no right whatsoever.”
he dared to continue “do you have the slightest feelings for me? do you think that you could forgive me for being a jerk and give me a second chance?” he wrapped his arms around your waist, needing all the support he can get if you were to reject him. your heart almost leapt out of your chest from the happiness you were feeling. you almost wanted to convince yourself that this was a very good dream.
“it took you long enough, you jerk.” you nudged his shoulder “i left the first time with the determination to get over you…” soohyuk felt his heart drop. he let his arms come back to his side, standing up again. you looked at his pained expression taking over. “but it went right out the window the second time i came here — the first time i saw you again.” you sighed and reached over to caress his face, feeling his soft skin under your touch. he brought your hand towards his mouth, and kissed the palm of your hand. “you have a lot of making up to do, soohyuk.” you shivered at his touch.
“i promise to make up for all the lost time, (y/n)” he smiled as he slowly came closer, “i think maintenance will come if we don’t get this elevator moving again.” you tried to reason, giggling as his hands cupped your face. “one more kiss won’t hurt..” your giggles were muffled as he kissed you again.
her lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against my own. I could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath my nose, fingers running through her soft hair as we breathed each other in. in the end, it was her my heart was searching for.
hey, idk if you’re taking requests but can you write about y/n comforting gd when he’s feeling anxious??? please and sorry to bother you
in her presence
a/n: hello anon 🌼 your request was no bother, thank you for being so sweet. i’m not sure about how i feel of the writing style, but i hope you like it!
pairing: jiyong x reader
warnings: none
summary: kwon jiyong was making a comeback after seven years, as the iconic g-dragon. he knew he would get the nerves, but he didn’t realize how new and scary the nervousness would be, and he definitely didn’t understand why you were the only person who could effortlessly dissipate all of it away.
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it’s been 7 years since he was surrounded by countless cameras, hands invading his personal space to touch up his makeup, fix his clothes. he thought he was ready, but his body was acting otherwise. he had an old habit of chewing on his nails when he gets nervous, but his hands slightly shaking, his eyes involuntarily avoiding cameras and people for that matter — that was new to him.
you were also new to him – you recently became friends but your presence makes him feel the calmest he’s ever been. not even youngbae, his best friend, could get him to shake off the nerves in the first few interviews he had.
today was an important day, as he’s appearing in the first radio since a long while, to greet his fans after such a long time. he asked for you to be there, covering the real extent of his nerves by telling you that he’d love it if you came and supported him on his first show.
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you exited the cab, pulling your leather jacket closer around your body as you stepped into the windy weather. you came earlier than when the show airs so that you can see jiyong before he goes on live. it was his first appearance that will be aired live in a long time. and when he asked you if you wanted to see him off, you knew that he meant he wanted you to be there. he didn’t want to impose on you but you felt that it would mean a lot to him.
you were nervous yourself, sensing the growing fondness you have for him. you didn’t want to show that in any way because you knew that he just saw you as a friend, especially when seeing how he acts the same way with his other friends. you put your hand on your heart silently wishing today goes well, and went into the studio.
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jiyong was impatiently waiting for you when he heard your voice, greeting the staff in the lounge area. he stayed in his place, even when his body almost jumped up to greet you. as your figure became clearer coming his way, he smiled widely, flashing you his signature gummy smile. stay calm, my heart. you shook the butterflies that were forming, and greeted him. “you’re early, the show doesn’t start until 30 more minutes.” jiyong tried to shrug off the giddiness he felt inside with the thought that you wanted to see him before going on air as the gdragon. “i thought we could hangout before the show, you know get those nerves off” you smiled knowingly.
“you would think it’s impossible to feel this nervous when you’ve spent almost all of your life in front of cameras” he huffed out a laugh. “no, i think feeling nervous is very valid. you haven’t been voluntarily in the public eye for about 7 years. if it was me, i’d be running out the door right about now.” his laugh echoed throughout the studio at the image of you running away. “seriously, how are you so effortlessly funny?” he was giggling at this point. “woah there, can’t tell you the secret to my humor! wouldn’t want you to do well in that too, considering there’s almost nothing you’re not good at.” he felt his cheeks become heated at your compliment and he prayed it wasn’t visible.
“10 minutes until we go live!” was all it took for him to feel his hands shaking again, his soon to be reality becoming closer by the second. he was lost in thought before he put his hands in his pockets, not wanting you to sense this weakness of his. but you saw. you noticed how he stopped meeting your gaze, how his hands shook before he hid them, and you felt this tug at your heart. you felt helpless with this boundary that you can’t cross.
but when the same voice called for the remaining time, and jiyong became too nervous to notice his hands out of his pockets, still shaking, you pushed the alarms in your head away from the forefront of your mind. your hand reached out to his, wrapping it so that your thumb was resting over the top of his hand, as you give his a gentle squeeze. jiyong looked up, eyes unable to focus on you. “focus on my voice only, ji.” your voice was gentle yet firm, and that’s what slowly brought him back to focus again, his eyes searching for yours. your thumb drew soft, reassuring circles on his soft skin, his body slowly relaxing, feeling safe.
“i’m…i..” jiyong tried to start. “it’s okay, i’m here. we can always talk about it later, just focus on your breathing for me, alright?” how you immediately knew what he wanted to say, he will never know. just like how he never knew why his mind and body never felt this safe with someone, why you felt like the home he’s always longed for. he’s dated before, fell in love before, but not quite like this. he could give you his everything and would do it willingly.
he got up, still holding your hand, and looked back at where all the cameras are. when he turned to you again, you were standing in front of him, arms open, like you are his to hold and he is yours to hold. then he suddenly got this frightening feeling that you might not feel the same, not in the slightest. but as his worries set its claws around his mind, you wrapped your arms around him, and the claws disappeared. you had one arm over his shoulder, the other arm under his arm, nuzzling your head just under his jaw, choosing the most intimate embrace known to man.
he felt the tight knots of his nerves coming undone in your warm embrace – and melted into the hug as he heard a tiny, almost inaudible relieved sigh coming from you. he didn’t care about who was looking and who was not. all he cared about in that moment, and probably for the foreseeable future, is the way you fit perfectly in his arms, like they were made for you. “don’t leave me…please?” you weren’t sure if he was asking about leaving the studio before him, or leaving him at all, but you allowed the fuzzy feeling take over you. “i won’t…” you held him closer, if it was possible “come back to me…will you?” you wanted to make sure that your feelings we mutually growing for one another.
he let go of the embrace, afraid of carrying you and running back home to relish in your warmth, but he pulled away just enough to look at your (e/c) eyes. “if you will take me, then i will go anywhere with you, (y/n).”
you tried your best to hide your flushed cheeks with a distracting smile, but you knew that he’s noticed everything when he returned the smile. “i want to hold your hand and go everywhere and anywhere with you, jiyong.”
pairing: g-dragon x reader
warnings: none
word count: 1.1k
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— this is for anyone that feels like a burden to others if they dare open up about their feelings —
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jiyong slides in his chair, letting out an exasperated sigh. music production has been so stressful, trying to meet the high expectations put on his name. g-dragon. sometimes, he wishes he can run away from this name, from his genius producer reputation. but he loves music, his fans and...he wouldn't have met you.
he met his girlfriend of three months now through mutual friends, and he couldn't be more thankful. you're everything to him, which is why your reply made him sulk.
jy: hi baby, are you free tonight? ;)
y/n: hii my beloved, im sorryy :( work has piled up and i see no escape. i'll be busy for the next few days :(
several days is way too long of a time without seeing you. "i don't blame her, i'm struggling the same with my work. but i would love to see her for an hour or two." he was ranting to his bestfriend, taeyang, on the phone with a visible sulk in his voice. "i think you should tell her that jiyong, maybe she was too stressed to think of meeting for a few hours."
he was staring at the demo he produced a few hours ago, his mind thinking of ways to make the song sound better. he forgot taeyang, still on the other side of the call, but a feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "did she say she's busy with work for a few days?" "yeah, why?" he cleared his voice, "uhm guys, what are you on about?"
hyorin, taeyang's wife, sounded worried. "i think you should go check up on her, jiyong-ssi." he sat straight in his seat "why? what does it mean when she says she's busy?" hyorin sighed on the other end, "i can't talk in detail about it because it's not my place but, (y/n) has struggled with being vulnerable because of a previous relationship." he stood up fully now, rushing to save his work. "i coincidentally went to visit her with a meal when she said she was busy, and she was having a breakdown...she thinks she will be a burden if she made people rush to her side everytime she's going through something." his heart felt like it stopped working, like it malfunctioned. why would she...she's not comfortable with me?...
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you heard a knock on your apartment door and you started wiping your tears, the delivery man doesn't need to be seeing dried tears and puffy eyes, you tried to joke. "you can leave it just on the inside-" you were super-glued to your place. it wasn't the delivery man. "ji-jiyong?" your voice came out thick from all the crying you did. "can i please come in?" his voice was almost a whisper, like he is afraid to raise it any higher in case you run the other way.
you silently opened the door wider to allow him in, not knowing what to do with yourself. run, hide, don't show him your weakness. your traumatised mind was screaming at you, but you were still glued in-front of the gentlest man you've ever met. his eyes had an expression you couldn't read; pain? guilt? sadness..?
your body starts forcing you to walk into the living room, but before you turned around he leaped and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head leaning into your shoulder, engulfing you whole. you stayed in your place, you didn't understand what was happening. "(y/n)" he breathed again. "(y/n)" he breathed out, "why are you crying, alone, when i'm here?" you felt your body shaking, so you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your head into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide from the confession he was asking of you.
you held him tighter, and he returned it by pulling you closer to him. "it's not about you" your voice was more of a whisper than anything. "i know baby" you shifted in his arms, "you know?" he slowly started drawing circles on the small of your back. "hyorin told me a bit about it, but" he placed a kiss on the top of your head as he rested his chin on the top of your head, "who in their right mind would not want to hold you in their arms, like this, and smell your floral shampoo?" he tried to lighten the mood.
"a whiny, clingy person" you started "that's what he told me when i called him, needing reassurance." at which point did your tears started pooling around your eyes again, you don't know, but you notice how jiyong starts swaying the both of you gently right and left, like he's telling you he's listening. he knew you still had more to say. "i'm the type of person that holds it in, i don't complain unless i've suppressed my emotions for too long. at some point in my relationship, he started sighing anytime i tried to express how i'm feeling.." you started crying, but wanted to continue,
"so, i stopped telling anyone how i feel. every time i tried to speak, my mind would start to attack me, scream at me, and it shut me up." you hid your face in his chest as you cried your heart out. you let out all of your pent-up feelings to another human being after all this time. it wasn't just anyone, it was to the person that mattered the most to you. his arms melted away your sadness, stress, frustration. after what felt like hours, your cries were now sniffles, slowly settling into this newly cleansed heart.
you felt jiyong pull away, and pull you with him over to the couch in the living room. he sat you down, held your tear-stained face ever so gently, wiping any escaping tear from your (e/c) eyes. "your vulnerability" he kissed the space between your brows "is what you makes you human" he kissed your left cheek "becoming someone you can lean on," he kissed your right cheek "is a great honour for me." he kisses your nose "i want to know your everything, i want you to cry only in my arms, and to complain when life feels unfair." he grazed his thumb over your lower lip.
he slowly leaned in, placing a feather-like kiss. you smiled as he kissed you again, deepening the kiss, like he's sealing the promise he made to you with his warm, soft lips. you melted, feeling your mind settle into an unheard whisper. he rested his forehead on yours, sighing happily.
"i love you, kwon jiyong." he giggled at the mention of his full name, "i love you too, (y/n) (l/n)." you were both giggling at this point. you settled on his lap, as he held you close to his chest. feeling his heartbeat, you felt yourself come home. "thank you, my dearest." he reassuringly squeezed your upper arm. "always, my most beloved."
a/n: im working on a gdragon x reader slow burn friends to lovers reuqested by anon, but enjoy this scenario written by yours truly :)
✦ all rules for requesting will be here and it might be edited in the future (will announce it if i ever did) but there may be some things you ask for that I don't feel comfortable writing that isn't on the list
WHAT I WILL BE WRITING :
character x reader
actor x reader
suggestive details goes as far as kissing
fluff
angst
hurt/comfort
head-canon
enemies to lovers trope
friends to lovers
fake relationship
established relationship
office romance
blind date
second chance trope (depends on prompt/might not take it)
WHAT I WILL NOT BE WRITING :
smut
nsfw
any kind of kinks
non-con
rape
incest
gore
piss kink
cheating trope
self-harm
toxic relationship
WHO DO I WRITE FOR :
this list will be regularly updated! might change/increase
actors ˚｡⋆
lee soohyuk (and his characters park joong-gil, cha jooik, woven)
actor kim beom
celebrities ˚｡⋆
big bang's G-dragon
bts rm
bts yoongi
HOW CAN YOU REQUEST :
✦ State the character/actor you want ! ♥︎
✦ try to be as detailed as possible in your requests! you can include the genre, what background to create, and can include the type/ way the story ends as well.
AUTHOR'S NOTE : REMEMBER !
✦ I don't make requests in order of submission. i make them according to my motivation and inspiration, which may take days or weeks. so please, be patient ! i'm a person behind this screen, trying to live life just like all of us, so please be respectful.
I just read you G-Dragon x Reader prompt about being an Idol getting stalked and the collaboration with him.
I really liked the overall idea of it and I would like to ask permission to make a c.ai bot out of it? :)
I wouldn’t copy it 1:1 but I still wanted to ask,
Hope u have a good day <3
hello !!! i had to google what c.ai bot was ahahah but yes you can use it, and i’d love to be tagged to see it as well 🤍 thank you for asking, hope you’ve had a good day/night my dear
summary: amidst crazy stalker threats, you receive an irresistible opportunity to collaborate with the one and only, g-dragon.
warnings: excessive stalking, threatening with weapons.
a/n: i’m always reluctant to write for jiyong, feeling like i won’t give it justice. but i’ve been wanting new jiyong fics heh
not proofread
breathe in, breathe out. that’s what you have been trying to do to regulate the overwhelming fear and stress from the last couple of months. you’ve had plenty of haters, critics and stalkers all up on your business, but not quite like this one. the stalker released personal information that almost cost you your house, as you stare at the plants that you’ve spent incredible attention so that they flourish. not only that, but he started threatening your life, posting photos of the weapons he will use on you.
which is why you’re currently laying on your bed, with countless guards all around your apartment, as well as the entry. what started as a two-week hiatus stretched into three months, as they still can’t pinpoint his location. your thoughts quiet down as the ringing becomes louder. it’s your manager. “hello? have you found him?” it was instinct at this point, asking about updates.
the person on the other side sighed, “no, but i received an interesting collaboration invite. i know that you can’t think about music at the moment, but i thought if i turn this one down without asking you, you’d come for my ass one day.” you were intrigued to say the least. “go on..”
“it’s g-dragon.” you jump up from your bed, your breath caught in your throat. “he’s making his comeback album, and he told us he would love to work with you, he’s a fan.” you feel your heart beat a little faster. you not only know about g-dragon, but you knew him as kwon jiyong too. you’ve met at several events, hitting it off as you found several shared interests. but he never asked for your number, nor did you.
you sat silently thinking about doing a collaboration with him, during this icky time where you don’t know how to go out without feeling hyper-aware of every eyeball pointed your way. but remembering his deep brown eyes got you agreeing. you missed singing, and you missed the presence of another human other than your bodyguards and manager. that’s all that it is, you tried reasoning with yourself.
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walking down to his studio, you felt nervous. there will be nothing between us, you breathed. you knocked, and almost immediately heard footsteps coming your way. he opened the door, his eyes meeting yours almost instantly. “hey.” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “hey” you smiled. he settled for a handshake, wanting to seem cool and casual. you felt vulnerable standing outside, and wanted to be engulfed with the safety of four walls as soon as possible. you couldn’t shake the uneasiness.
for the next few hours, thoughts of said stalker left you as you listened to his demo, discussed the essence of the song, which emotions he wanted the song to evoke. he was truly charming when he spoke with such passion. his eyes sparkled in a way that pulled you right into them, wanting to know the meaning behind some of the deeper sparkles in them. he has a habit of ruffling his hair or biting his thumb when he’s thinking, you thought to yourself.
the moment of admiration and peace came to a stop as your manager entered the studio with worried eyes. you knew. you excused yourself as you left the studio with her, feeling the overwhelming stress take over your senses. “he’s posted again. he was dumb enough to leave a big clue on where he is, but i’m not sure we’ll make it in time.” you felt yourself go numb. he’s on the run, he could be anywhere and you were not in the safety of your home. “hey” the brunette held you in place by the shoulders, “don’t worry. i’m here, you’re here and i will protect you no matter what.” she sighed “the safest place right now is in that studio” she left you frozen in place as your manager went to talk to the police.
after a few minutes, you regained your composure and went back in.
he could sense your change in demeanor, he could see it in the paleness of your once rosy cheeks, the lack of focus in your eyes. you sat in your chair, barely acknowledging the warm presence next to you. he stared at you for a few moments, trying to figure out what went wrong.
he was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a clap. “okay, let’s do this!” you try to look at him, unable to hold eye contact, feeling like you would cry if you did. “i think i got the gist of what you want in the song, i want to start on the lyrics right away- “(y/n)” you stopped midway, but still refused to fully look at him, the plushies on his sofa look way more interesting than his intuitive eyes. “(y/n), please look at me.” he tried again.
you don’t know if it was the pleading or the softness of his voice that made you give in. you slowly look at him, feeling tears well up in your eyes. his brows knit together in a frown, looking like a worried puppy. you bring your shaking hands to your face, covering the tears threatening to fall. “i’m so tired” your voice was raw and shaky.
all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms, to kiss away your precious tears...but he wanted you to be comfortable in being vulnerable with him and didn't want to scare you off.
"i just.." your voice was betraying your stance of resilience. that's when you felt a hand caressing the top of your head, so softly that you'd almost not notice if you weren't closing your eyes trying to suppress your tears. "i’ve been stalked for a while now, and yes i know, we have stalkers almost everywhere we go but this…he’s different.” you finally gain the courage to take your hands away from your face.
you carefully look at him, only to see his eyes already searching yours. “at first it was ‘normal’ stalking behavior but it progressed aggressively, from posting my whereabouts with possessive words to posting photos of me in the distance and a weapon pointed at my direction.” you heard him sharply inhale, like a dragon preparing to blow a huge fire on something, or someone. only then did you realize the close proximity that you’re in, his knees almost touching your thighs.
his eyes were no longer warm and inviting, you can almost see the protective fiery glistening. he gets up and leaves, leaving you dumbfounded. after what felt like hours, he came back. “i talked to my attorney, he works with some of the best detectives in seoul, and he will get the fucker on his knees in two days max.” he walked towards you, “until then, please allow me to escort you to the safest place i know, a house that not even my family knows about.” he stops in his tracks, his eyes widening at you. that’s when you realize your tears has betrayed you and are flowing freely down your face.
without thinking, he kneels down at where your sitting, and envelops you in the warmest embrace. it was right, protective, and everything you needed. sobs escaped as you held on to him, finally letting go. “i’m scared” you say almost incoherently, and you feel him pulling you closer, if it was even possible, as he drew comforting circles on your back. as he whispered protective promises, you felt your cries becoming hiccups, as you slowly calmed down.
he pulled away, only slightly, with one of his hands holding you while the other cupped you face, gently wiping your tears away. “i’m sorry that i didn’t know sooner” he breathed. “it’s okay” you choked. “no, it’s not. i have been following your updates, looking forward to anything that you do, wanting to approach you, but i never did.” he eyes moved down your lips for a moment then back to your eyes. “i should’ve asked your number the first day that i met you.” he confessed. it was your turn to stare at him wide-eyed.
“what do you…” you were once again aware of your close proximity. “mean?” you whispered, afraid talking any louder would give your feelings away. “i…liked you the first time i saw you, then started wanting more of you when i started talking to you. you amaze me, (y/n), truly.” he let you go, and you didn’t realize that you were holding your breath. “but i didn’t want to come off as weird, because, as weird as it sounds, im serious about you.”
you felt warmness spread from the center of your ribs outwards, enveloping you whole with new intense feelings. “well,” you breathed, “then that makes us two weirdos.” you brought your hand to hold his in place, afraid that he’ll run away with your confession, “i feel the same way about you” he felt his heartbeat speeding. “i like you too, jiyong. and i wanted to get your number way earlier on as well.”
you were almost blinded by his toothy smile, his eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights. and before you could return a smile, he pressed his lips on the space between your brows, sending an embarrassing blush from your cheeks down to your neck. he pulled back, ghostly brushing his thumb over your lower lip, and before you could prepare your heart, he closed in the distance.
he wanted it to be a gentle kiss, he really did, but he couldn’t get enough of you. he could almost taste the coffee you’ve had a while ago, and he wanted to devour all of you. he put one hand around the back of your neck and his other on your waist and kissed you harder, biting your lower lip for permission. but he didn’t need one, because you were so desperate to let him in. he was rough, his neediness seeping through the kiss.
you both got lost in the kiss, forgetting about the necessity of air. you reluctantly pull back, only enough for the both of you to breathe, as he rested his forehead on yours. “that was…” you were both smiling. you haven’t felt this safe and happy in a really long time, and you didn’t want to let go of him, ever. “so, you said you know of a safe place for me?” you can see the side of his mouth move upwards into a smirk, “eager, are we?” you hit the his elbow, giggling.
“we have plenty of time to get there, i want to take it slow, with you.” you looked away, your cheeks betraying you. you heard him laugh, “me too (y/n), and i’ve never felt this way about someone. i want to protect you, if you allow me to.” you reached for his hand, interlocking them, and adding a reassuring squeeze “you have no choice now, since i don’t think i can feel safe with anyone but you.” you still had one question lingering in your mind.
“hey…uhm, does that mean you didn’t really want to collaborate with me? like…using it as an excuse..?”. “no, i really love your music, and i really want to release music with you.” you searched his eyes, looking for any sign that what he said wasn’t true. “although, i’m not going to lie, i thought if you saw me doing what i do best, music, you would…like me.” you placed your hand on the top of his head, ruffling it.
“but i liked you for the way you talk, the way you try to involve everyone in the conversation, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your passions.” you were now stroking his cheek, “i liked the way you carried yourself, and i like you even more for the way that you can be vulnerable with me. i love your music, of course, but kwon jiyong is so much more than music.” you smiled.
he brought your palm to his lips, and kissed it. he was in trouble now. you were in trouble. because he believes that he won’t be able to let you go, ever.
