#choi x reader

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Solo Levelling x Reader Multi-Character Imagine

Prompt: Their reactions when Y/n gets stuck in an S-rank dungeon

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Dark-ish themes for Jinwoo?

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Sung Jinwoo

Jinwoo has faced death more times than most hunters could count, but nothing tears into him more than the thought of you being trapped inside a sudden S-rank dungeon. The shadows around him stir restlessly, mirroring his rage and panic. Some even leak through, fully manifesting behind him ready to follow their king's command. Jinwoo’s usually calm composure cracks, his voice sharp and desperate as he storms toward the gate. He wouldn't even regard the guild member who instead that breathing the gate would prove futile. 

“Move. Now. If you try to stop me, I’ll crush the gate myself.”

“Y/n… just hold on. I swear to you, no dungeon will take you from me.”

His shadows ripple and spread like wildfire, ready to tear apart everything in their path until you’re safe.

Beak Yoonho

Baek Yoonho’s instincts as a beast-type hunter flare instantly-his claws practically dig into his palms as his eyes flash gold. His usually level-headed demeanor is gone, replaced with the animalistic urge to rip the dungeon apart to find you. He cannot fathom another loss, especially you-who meant more to him then himself.

“If that gate closes before we get them out, I’ll rip it to shreds with my bare hands!”

“Y/n, damn it-don’t you dare die in there. You promised me.”

His breathing is heavy, his voice more growl than words, a hunter on the edge of losing all reason.

Choi Jong-In

The Flame of Korea’s hunters-calm, rational, always composed. But when it’s you in danger? The fire in his veins burns hotter than ever. His entire body radiates heat, enough that the other guild members hesitate to get too close. His leadership falters for once, emotion breaking through. His face may hold a calm smile, but that's all a facade. 

“Who let them go in there?! Tell me right now before I burn this place down.”

“Stay alive, Y/n. Just stay alive until I reach you.”

The calm strategist is gone-replaced by a man willing to scorch the entire dungeon to ash if that’s what it takes to bring you back.

[slytherbun]

imagine you and Ethan cuddling in the hospital bed looking at your guys newborn son.

"Just be careful, please." Nurse Monique said before walking out of the room, but knew that Ethan would be anyways.

You have been friends with her for it seemed like forever and she was there for you when you were in labor.

He had climbed into the bed with you slowly while you were laying down with your new bundle of joy. y/b/n (your baby name) was sleeping, eyes closed and wrapped in a blanket with his face leaning against your chest.

"He's so beautiful." You murmured quietly and Ethan traced a finger along your cheek before looking down at his son. "Just like you." He replied.

Not even looking up to see your grin, he acted as if it were nothing. And you appreciated when Ethan didn't make a big deal out of his little compliments. It was a thing the two of you have had for awhile and you appreciated it so much.

"Are you saying he looks like me?" You giggled and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him with a smile and a shake of his head.

"Hmm, I guess time will tell." Was his only response before kissing your cheek and adjusting his scrubs before you handed y/b/n to him.

[dibidibifiction]

Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 4

Warning: foul language

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader Word count: 1.6k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

masterlist Chapter 3

MINHO

I tend to check up on Taemin every time I see him on campus ever since he got beaten up a week ago. So far, nobody has been following him anymore. My shift at the café has just ended and now, I’m cleaning myself up a little bit for our Landscape Photography class at three, which is in twenty minutes. 

So I hurry up, grab my backpack, bow to Manager Jinki goodbye, and head out the glass doors.

I’ve been studying at this school for over a year now and no one has attempted to befriend me but Taemin. He’s the only one who bothers to ask me to hang out with him and his friends, yet I always ignored him. This may sound cheesy but I kind of appreciate him that way. I don’t know why I’m just realizing this now.

I’m just walking to class when suddenly, I feel a cold breeze touch my skin, chills down my spine follows. A man from afar reveals himself right before my eyes, wearing the hood of his jacket over his head. 

I stop abruptly. Why is he staring at me? I’m starting to sweat and my heart decides to beat faster than it should, as if telling me to panic. 

I attempt to run the other way but I bump into Taemin. He seems frightened. Was he walking behind me all this time?

“Minho Hyung,” his eyes widen. “Are you okay? You look pale.”

“I’m fine,” I lie.

“Let’s go to class together.”

I fake a smile and glance back at the spot where I saw the familiar presence, but he’s gone.

. . .

I managed to come through during class since I have a growing passion for photography. It kind of distracted me from what I encountered earlier. 

What I love most about photography is that it’s instantly still with just a click of a button on the camera. You can edit things the way you want it and create something else out of them. But something about its steadiness gets to me and calms me down. I hadn’t known that I had this love for it until I finished high school since I lived my life unhappy and meaningless. I always thought it was too late to find my passion but if it wasn’t for my mother, I’d be wanting to kill myself today.

Now that class is over, I’m back to my fear. I swear I saw him die. Was that really him? How did he find me? How long has he been following me?

I step out of the building when Taemin calls out to me, running.

“Hyung!” He catches up. “Do you have class after this?”

“Yeah, Art History in about half an hour,” I answer him, trying to hide my sinking soul at the moment.

“Oh, okay. Do you have some time later to work on our assignment? I picked you as my partner,” he informs me, smiling.

I stare at him blankly. I must have missed something since I have no idea what he’s talking about. My thoughts are running in circles right now.

“Hyung?” 

“Oh,” I come to my senses. “Yes, sure. Come by my apartment tonight at eight. I’ll text you the address.”

“Great. I’ll buy us dinner,” he says, then runs towards his friends gathered around by the grass. 

. . . 

It’s all coming back to me at the same time. The huge dark room full of barrels, the echoing cries, all the drilling, guns firing. 

And the girl. I don’t remember her face, but what I do remember is her eyes. Her wide brown eyes always twinkled with tears. Her left iris had a distinct but subtle little white spot. I tried to look for her days after I lost her that night but she’s nowhere to be found. I just hope she’s alive and well to this day. It's a shame I didn’t get her name.

I jump awake from my deep thoughts when something thuds to the floor. It’s a book that was in Taemin’s hands. He's already fallen asleep on the couch. 

I turn to my wall clock and it’s already one in the morning. How long have we been working?

I decided to go out and buy drinks from the convenience store nearby. When I’m about to reach for my jacket on the armrest, Taemin shakes awake.

“What time is it?” he asks as he yawns, wiping drool off his chin.

“Ten past one. I’m going to the store. Do you want anything?”

“I’ll go with you. I don’t know what I want but I’m kinda hungry,” he says as he gets up and puts on his college hoodie.

So we go down from the apartment and walk to the nearest little grocery store which is just two minutes away. 

“How long have you known Y/n?” I ask Taemin, hoping to sound casual.

“She started working at my dad’s flower shop about three years ago. I was still in high school then and she was about to graduate college. My dad and I never met anyone before who is as passionate about flowers as she is. She reminds me a lot of my mom. The shop was originally hers, but then she died of ovarian cancer when I was eleven.”

“I didn’t know that. I’m sorry,” I sympathize.

“It’s okay. We’re lucky to have found Y/n Noona. Aside from handling the shop for us, she has been the big sister I never ha- Holy shit, speak of the devil!” His jaw drops as soon as he sees something ahead.

I follow his eye direction and to my surprise, there is Y/n walking wobbly toward our way, the high heels of her shoes almost twist her ankles. Is she drunk? Where did she come from? And why is she alone at this hour?

Taemin runs to her and grabs her when she almost falls forward. “Noona, you’re drunk again. Are you with someone?” he says, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, there’s my little Taemin!” she shouts despite their close distance. “When did you get so strong and handsome and all grown up?”

Taemin can’t contain his laughter now. He looks my way and mouths, Watch this. “Noona, wanna come home with me?” he says to her with a matching wink.

“Fuck no! Are you out of your mind?” She pulls him away. “I’m saving myself for someone special now. Someone worth my time. Do you have any idea how many guys I’ve dated? None of them came through for me and I’m sick of it! None of them even cared about how I felt,” she starts weeping.

I can’t help but chortle at the cute sound of her cry.

Taemin frowns. “That’s weird, she usually answers that question differently.”

“Hey, Y/n!” a charming guy with short-to-the-roots bleach blonde hair rushes toward her and hits her at the back of the head. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You got me fucking worried!” He looks out of breath.

“Kibum Hyung!” Taemin exclaims. They all seem to know each other. We’re currently in my neighborhood but I feel like the outsider.

Y/n flinches as she scratches her head at the spot where she got hit. 

“Are you okay?” I ask her in concern. 

She catches my eye and giggles. She slowly draws nearer toward me, then wraps her tiny arms around my neck so she can stand straight. 

“I might be dreaming but I think I finally found you,” she whispers as her face gets an inch closer to mine.

I swallow as my heart begins to skip a beat. I’d stare back into her eyes but they’re almost shut. Something about her scent mixed in with soju is pleasurably intoxicating. 

Before I know it, she leans in and softly touches her lips onto mine. Without a thought, I’m kissing her back after two seconds when she starts to open her mouth slightly as her tongue reaches out to mine. I suddenly feel goosebumps throughout my arms. My knees weaken and sweat starts to form on my scalp. My hands turn into fists for getting this urge to hold onto her waist but, for some reason, I can’t. I'm frozen.

At some point, she falls sideways to the ground but I come to my senses and somehow catch her.

I did not expect this at all.

. . .

I went to work at six this morning to open the café for the day. I usually almost never have a smile on my face when I wake up because I don’t really like waking up so early. But today, I can’t help but find myself jumpy and smiley. 

It is now half-past nine and customers have come in and left, minding their own perspective moments under the sun. 

The chime of the entrance catches my attention as I watch Kibum walk in. Even though he is still in his home wear and hungover, he still manages to look good. Maybe he has a natural talent for staying a gorgeous man no matter what state he’s in. With his gray shorts, plain white hoodie, and a pair of gold aviator glasses. 

He approaches the counter and sees me, “Oh, hey, it’s you. I didn’t know you work here.”

“Yeah, I do. I just started last week,” I smile back. “So what can I get you?”

“Hot low-fat latté and iced black coffee. Y/n’s coming in later. She’s still in bed moaning like a grandma,” he chuckles.

“Oh, right,” I nod. “How is she doing?”

“She’ll be fine. She’s always been like that when she drinks too much.”

“Good to know,” I am relieved to know. “Go on, have a seat and I’ll get your drinks ready.”

Chapter 5

[slytherbun]

Ethan sneaks up around the apartment and calling you honey and babe while you are doing things

"babeeee," ethan drawled out. you were folding some clothes at the table that you took out of the dryer a half hour earlier.

"hmm?" you answered as he wrapped his arms around your waist. but he moved his position again to look at you while asking the question.

so with an arm still placed around your side still, he stood to the side and looked at you with a cute grin.

"i want your attention, come on. put the clothes down and we can go watch a movie on the couch. popcorn and snuggles, right?"

you rolled your eyes playfully and nudged him away but once again, ten minutes later ethan spoke up from across the room.

"honey come on please, i know the newest movie from the series you like is coming out friday. how about we have a marathon so we're ready for the weekend?"

and you couldn't deny ethan so you walked over to the couch and sat on his lap with your arm resting around his neck while he pressed play on the remote.

[slytherbun]

ethan choi

one shots

coming soon

blurbs + drabbles

jealousy* | part 2* | part 3*

bubble bath*

lace panties*

cuddle*

apartment

make you a mommy*

baby cuddles | part 2

bubbles and massages*

if archer was shot instead | part 2 | part 3 (concept)

[slytherbun]

for Tuesday with Rylee, you coming home from your shift at Med to find Ethan Choi finally able to get your son to sleep

you closed the closed the door slowly, cautious and alert in case your son was still awake.

though by now, he should be asleep with how late it was due to the overtime you had to work at chicago med.

"babe?" you whispered into the room, glancing around for ethan.

he was nowhere to be seen so you walked past the kitchen and into the living room only to stumble across the most adorable view.

ethan was laying on the couch with the tv silenced. a cartoon was playing on the screen and you quickly unzipped the purse around your shoulder to grab your phone and take a picture.

your son was laying on his father's chest, an arm wrapped around him so he was steadily laying. he was still under a year old and liked to sleep on your chest or ethan's.

you smiled and snapped a photo of them before walking over to the closet and retrieving a blanket to put over them.

that one is going to be framed.

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