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darkphoenix07 · 9 months

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Lovedd the Song prompt au! Can I ask for one with the song, "friends" by chase Atlantic where reader's friends warned her not to get back to her ex yunho and the reader really tries too but for wanting closure she somehow meets W her ex yunho...and then they end up having sex and get back together cause they're both crazily in love but since many things happened they broke up briefly which hurt them bad ...🫣 It's kinda angsty and smutty both haha

Friends by Chase Atlantic

Masterlist

Mental health request

Paring : Yunho x Reader

Genre : Ex to Lovers, Toxic Relationship, Smut, Angst

Word Count : 3.7k

Warning : Aggressiveness, Degradation, Cursing, Mocking, Teasing, Rough, Possessiveness, Unprotected sex, Punishment trope.

Author's note : Whoever asked me to write, I would like to thank her because this is one of my favorite songs of Chase Atlantic's. Their songs are literally out of the world and I couldn't wait any longer to write it. It felt too much interesting. Love you anon ❤️‍🩹

12.00 a.m.

"Happy New Year," everyone screams out loud with you and the guy you've been with the whole night drags you into his arms smashing his thin lips on yours. For a moment, you feel good about the kiss but you don't feel anything under your stomach even when he steals you away from everyone and throws on a wall.

"I can't tell you how long I have been waiting for this moment. You look ravishing tonight," he finishes his last word and jumps into your neck kissing you, licking you, marking you.

You should like it because he is being good, rough just like you want it to. He is pinning your hands on the sides and nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. You inhale and exhale to feel him more inside your head but it just doesn't work.

"Seonghwa, maybe this place is not comfortable enough. We should try in some other place," you end up telling him that but that's a lie.

You know that too because when it was with him, you would have cum in the bathroom on his cock or on his hand. His fingers were enough to make you feel tight and his gaze was enough to make you feel wet. It wasn't the sex you've always known. It was the deep connection you felt in your pelvis maybe everytime he looked at you or called you by your name.

He was intoxicating and addicting. Specially when he treated you like his sex toy. You loved being that knowing how toxic it was. You don't remember falling for the mistake he was. Always lovely and shiny. You remember when he smiled a little hard, his dimple would poke out and shot you in the chest making multiple holes there.

You would never consider going away until your friend said, "He is playing with your heart, Y/n. Look at him, letting other girls glue with him."

"But he has never cheated on me," you tried to protest but deep down you felt bad about how he never once called you his girlfriend or anything special. You loved how he called you his slut, his whore, his rag doll but never his love, his girlfriend or his future. You wondered how long would it take for him to get rid off you. But ended up, you got rid off him instead.

"For God's sake, Y/n! He only cares for his motorcycle and boxing club. He wants nothing from you but sex. Are you okay with that life?" Your other friend said.

On the New Year party, your friends wanted to throw a party together and wanted to break your man ban after you've broken up with Yunho. They set you up with Seonghwa, your senior in college and he is so lovely you have to say, a fucking green flag in every ways.

But he is not the goofy tall bastard you gave your heart to, he doesn't have a forced dimple, he doesn't call you his slut or whore when he fucks you in his car, he doesn't kiss you like you are his, neither he makes your eyes tear up with joy and sadness at the same time like Yunho always did.

Seonghwa even dropped you safe at your house and you landed on the bed like a dead person. You remember breaking up with Yunho last Halloween. You both were dressed up as vampires and the party was in his house. So it was easy for you two to sneak inside his room.

It didn't take much long for him to throw you on his bed and fall right above you until his lips met yours. He was desperate and you were anxious. He felt your body stiffening, "Y/n, are you not alright?"

You took it a chance when you look into his eyes and ask him, "What am I to you?"

"Do I even need to say that? I can show it better," he told you with that big smile you love the most and started to kiss your neck. But you were stubborn to get what was right for you so you dragged him by collar and make him face you.

"I need to hear it from your mouth."

"Don't be silly. This is not the victorian times anymore. We don't go around calling someone ours. You are mine and that is enough for me."

"Fuck, Yunho. I need more of this. I need...I need more of you."

He got up and brushed his hair with his hands, "Am I not giving you enough?"

"No this is not normal, Yunho. This is toxic. We are in a toxic relationship. We fuck, we dance, we fuck again, we dance all night, we fuck all day. This is not life. I have my life, I have my goals. I can't do this anymore."

"Don't I have a life too, Y/n?"

"What is the meaning of your life, Yunho? Your motorcycle? Your boxing club? How long are you going to do these?"

You sat up moving the strain of hair from your face and avoid his gaze. He was in pain, you were giving him that. You couldn't possibly look at the pain. It would break you.

"Doll, is it all because of your friends?" He sat in front of you to meet your eyes.

The tears in your eyes makes his heart crumble but he doesn't let it come through his own eyes. He gulps those pain back and eats it up. He held your hands into his.

"Fuck, Yunho. It is about me, us. Why would you bring them up? Please, let's settle down. I can't do this anymore. I am not your fuck toy. I am a person. I am my own person."

He left your hands, "So, these terms made you uncomfortable?"

"No, Yun-"

"No, Y/n. I understand. I haven't been good to you. I haven't treated you good so far. So, it will better than if that's what you need. Because I can't settle now. I want to enjoy my life more. I am not even twenty five yet. I don't want to have any regrets in life but you. I wanted to live my life with you but we are different."

You tried to hold his hand but he backs away, "Please don't make this hard for me. Stay with me if you want to. I don't want to force anything on you. If you leave this room now I'll take that as an invitation. So be my guest."

You didn't want to show him more of your tears so you walk back into the party. Drink a lot. He left you in your house putting a blanket over you and not touching you even after you begging him.

You remember meeting him on Christmas party then. You craved him like you crave chocolate on your period. You both couldn't help and he ended up fucking you in the balcony of his friends' house on the Christmas night. But he didn't call you anything other than your name so you cum once and let him finish off once. Then you moved away only to get scolded by your friends again.

After new year, it has been fifteen days. You dropped Seonghwa's topic but went to San's party who is your college classmate. San had a crush on you for so long and now that he has got his way with you, he couldn't stop smiling while talking to you. The way he handled tequila, that was a little childish but he stopped having more because he wanted to talk to you more of his night.

Which is worse that Yunho is his friend and now you are doing everything to avoid his burning gaze at you two. You are sure Yunho is thinking about dragging San away from you and force you somewhere in the corner to teach you his lessons. But he is surprisingly respecting your boundaries which is making it more painful for you to survive in this party with San.

San was playful. He kissed you multiple times on your neck and lips but this guy wants to go slow knowing about your breakup details.

Not being able to take his heated gaze, you plan your escape , "Excuse me, San. I need to use the bathroom."

You splash some water on your cheeks as they have gotten red not because of the blush you've on or San's slow kisses. Because of Yunho gawking at you for the last couple hours not even doing a thing.

You open the bathroom door of the bedroom and start to walk but you are stopped with a pair of hands on your heel tracing the laces around your calves.

"How do you always tie them loose?"

His voice starts making your heart tired by beating so fast. You think your pussy has started to throb as he slowly wrap the heel laces around your claves and tightens them while tying up. Even when he gets up, his index finger touches your thigh, your inner thigh, then your waist, then the side of your breast.

"You are looking fucking amazing," his husky voice and the smell of tequila coming from him hit you differently.

"Who are you to say that?" You counter attack him but that isn't enough you under when he smiles. He fucking smiles, your favorite kind of.

"I am nothing, doll. I have never been anything or else you wouldn't be able to walk away that day," he says like it was all your fault.

"You didn't stop me," you tell him attacking him again but he smiles for the second time giving you the worst kind of a headache.

"You were saying it wasn't your friends but I saw them trying so hard to keep me away from you by doing their chores," he steps closer to you making you feel his hot breath on your face.

You gulp to avoid the sweet smell of his body, "But it was my choice."

"I respected it."

"You weren't supposed to, Yunho!"

You slap your mouth as the words leave your mouth.

"Do they taste better than me, doll?" He changes the subject. To comfort you maybe? But his question was more concerning.

"What do you mean?"

When he starts walking towards you and you didn't find any place behind you only the wall, you realize he came here with intension. When your core gets soaked up, you realize it was you who lured him here on purpose no matter how many times you deny it.

"Did they make you this much nervous that your panty is soaked right now," he touches your soaked panty under the dress pulling the dress up, "So soaked that I can smell you from here."

He whispers while his middle finger grazes your clothed clitoris.

"You are a bastard!"

You blame him but you also pull him on your mouth and devour his lips into yours. With your dangling kiss, you tell him how his kiss tastes the best and how nervous he makes you all the time he talks to you.

His hands follow on your back to pull off the laces of your dress and your dress immediately obeys him falling on the floor leaving you in your underwear.

"How many times did imagined me parting your thighs like this and touched yourself?" He says as he does what he says.

"I don't know," you can't lie when his hand is in-between your thighs and only thing you can think about is when he is going to throw you on the bed of this room.

"Tell me you are not my doll," he says wrapping your panty line in his index finger, pulling it up to hurt your hole.

"Yunho-yunho, please," you whimper not being able to face him.

"Tell me and I will stop because if I start right now. I am not going to stop even if the party finishes and all the guests leave the house. You are getting all of it tonight whether you like it or not," he warns you like he is going to punish you like the doll you are of his.

You don't answer so as a punishment, he pulls you up by your waist and makes you sit on the side table of the room spreading your legs wide for him, "Answer me or else you won't like how I ruin you tonight."

"Tell me. Are you my doll?"

"I-I am sorry. Ah-"

You scream feeling the burn in your pussy as he leaves a slap on it. It hurts so good that you clench your walls feeling the heat leaving your body paralyzed.

"Answer, baby?"

"Yes, yes. I-I am your doll," supporting yourself on the table is hard when he is gazing at you like he is about to ruin every part of you.

He slowly drags your panty down leaving you bare while he is fully dressed in his black shirt and black jeans. He looks so lethal in this attire, you think but you have more things to worry about. The same hands that tied your shoe laces, removed them making you feel the cold air now.

"Are you my whore, sweetheart?"

Your mind fills with the times he called you that. So, you become late to answer and earn another slap on your swollen pussy.

"For fucking my sake. Forgive me," you try to say something meaningful but it doesn't help.

"Tell me you don't like what I am doing," he says slapping you again and looks at you with a evil smirk in his face.

"Yunho-"

"Tell me and I'll stop. I have always wanted your opinions," he says.

"God yes I love it. I FUCKING love that you are making a mess of me," you say earning another slap, this time more painful.

"Are you mine, doll?" He slaps you now every thirty seconds you are sure because he is sure you like it.

"Yes, I am yours. Only yours."

Suddenly he grabs you by hair and pulls you towards his forehead meeting his, "The how dare you let someone else touch what's mine?"

"Yunho, I am sorry. I thought I would be able to get over you," you say meeting his eyes, he is visibly mad at you right now and you don't understand what to do.

"Did you ever think of me or how will I survive a day without you?" He asks you gripping your hair a little too tightly.

"I shouldn't have b-"

"I haven't touched a soul from the day you have walked into my life. I haven't cared about any other girls but you. I have only had my hands on you. I used to race like I don't have a tomorrow until you become my tomorrow, I used to do boxing like I don't have a wil to live until you become one. What does these mean, Y/n?"

"Sweetheart, I couldn't understand what to do."

"Those things mean that I love you. I have loved you ever since I have eyes on you, doll. I fucking you but do you love me, y/n?" He asks you attacking you with full force.

Before you can say a thing, he pulls you up again and keeps you on his shoulder before plopping you on the bed. You watch him stripping waiting for your next punishment but all you can see is pain in his eyes.

You get up to make it up to him but he doesn't let you touch him, "You do what I say tonight if you love me a bit."

"I love you, Yunho. Stop treating me like that."

"Oh do you, sweetheart?" He grabs your chin and makes your head fall on the bed.

"Then how did you kiss those guys with these lips you were saying that belong to me?"

"Yunho, I shouldn't have. I und-"

He leaves your chin and grabs the headboard above you, "Just because I was quite and I didn't call you my girlfriend you punished me like that. How do you thing I should punish you, doll?"

"However you love. I just want your apology."

"Do you think of me as a monster, y/n?"

"No, Yunho..."

"Can I ever hurt you?"

"I know you can't bu-"

He cuts you off with a kiss dropping his hands on your sides. It makes you realize how badly you insulted him by being with someone while you were in the break-up phase. He was being good, it was on and off, there was no commitments but he did whatever he should have done for you.

He stops but his bottom lips grazes your upper lip while he says, "Do you give me the person to destroy you right now, doll?"

"You don't scold me and ask permission like that," you tell him and feel his palm slipping on your pelvis pressurizing you.

You feel something building inside of you as you hear him say, "You get more than scoldings, my doll."

And then his hands leave your pelvis, goes to grab his cock in on hand. He keeps looking at you while making his cock dipping into you. You feel flushed, hot by the way he is staring at you like all the time, "Ah, Yunho."

You wanted to pull him roughly because the way he is slowly dipping himself is leaving you frustrated. But you can't disobey someone like him, not right now.

After he is fully situated into you, you see him grabbing the headboard, "You have no idea how hard I want to fuck you right now."

"Why don't you just do that?" Your voice sounds hoarse by the way you are full of him. He isn't moving one inch. He is just there, not moving a muscle torturing you with no movement.

"You'll like that, don't you?" He smirks and you see a drop of sweat coming down from his hairline to his forehead. He looks so red right now but he is too stubborn to teach you a lesson for touching other men.

"I said I am sorry, Oh my fucking God" you yell at him as he pulls out. It leaves you breathless without him even starting.

"How bad do you want it? He asks you pushing inside you again, this time a little fast.

"So bad, so fucking bad. Please, please, please. I ca-" then he pulls out again, his tip still touching your walls.

"Why don't you ask your other boyfriends?" He says with a dark gaze making tears fall from your eyes. He is hurting you back the way you hurt him. It has been like this always. That is why your friends told you he was toxic.

"Because they don't fuck me like their sex toy," you wanted to satisfy him tonight. You wanted to make him happy so you said what he liked.

And it makes him smile too, "There you are. There is my favorite whore. My one and only."

He starts moving continuously but still slow. You grab his arms trying to make him fasten the pace, "I have had enough, Yunho. For God's sake, stop torturing me."

"Are you my whore? Say it again"

"YES, I AM," his sudden surprising thrust makes you scream and this time his thrusts didn't stop.

"Legs on my waist, doll," he commands you and you obey wrapping your legs around his waist making more ways for him to get inside.

"That's my whore. My good girl. Mine," he keeps praising you while abusing your little hole and it only makes you proud.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart," he tells you and moves you on your knees with his one hand.

He spreads you like an open book and you look back at him to see his face but he grabs your face and pushes it down, "You don't see what I do to you now, little doll. Earn it."

And as he enters you, your support on your elbows fall desperately craving more from him, "Yunho, I can't.-"

"Do you want me to stop? I'll stop when you want me to," he tells you but doesn't stop.

"Don't fuckin stop," and that's all it takes for him to pushing himself forcefully everytime. You are a screaming mess and all you can hear is his panting. You are the cause of that panting, you are the cause that he is flushed like that. How good that is!

He stops and with one last thrust, he comes right after you do, "I fucking love you," he showers you these words when he cums making you feel overwhelmed.

He supports you to move on your back and keeps panting beside you grazing the marks he gave you.

"I'm coming," he says and comes back with tissue, a glass of water.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring condom today. I didn't know it was about to happen," he says while cleaning you softly, carefully because your pussy is still swollen from the slaps of his palm.

"I'll take pill tomorrow, don't worry," you tell him placing the glass aside and bring him beside you. He pulls you on his body, keeping your head on his chest.

"I am sorry. I should have told you that I loved you," He tells you keeping his hand around your shoulders.

You look at him pressing your palm, "I am sorry for not realizing that."

You smile and earn a peck from him which soothes the rough kisses from earlier.

"But doll, touch another man and he dies."

Can he get any more predictable?

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Goes with it perfectly 😭

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slut4sohee · 2 days

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wet dreamz

pairing. jiung x reader

summary. you make a bold move and jiung’s wet dreams come true

wc. like 908

warnings. slight smut, like real slight; sexual content; set in high school so underage sex; first time; grammatical errors because they are passing notes

a/n. wrote this purely for fun so it’s not put together very well; also heavily based on the j.cole song

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you had the biggest crush on jiung.

but so did a lot of other people and it lowkey irritated you. it made sense though; he was kind, attractive, respectful, shy and awkward but in an endearing way. he made you actually look forward to school, especially math class (and you would lowkey be depressed whenever he didn't show up).

the two of you were passing notes in class, as always, you were telling about him about the gossip between the students in your class.

‘yo Isaac and Hana having sex is kinda crazy. I thought he went with Jordan??’ he wrote after reading the gossip.

‘right?? apparently Isaac wanted to fuck but Jordan wanted to wait and Hana had a thing for him so that's how they ended up doing the do’

‘that's actually insane, how do you even know all of this’

‘high schoolers love to run their mouths’

‘true’

a question popped into your head and before you knew it, curiousity took over your body. you were writing it down then passing the paper to him.

‘have u ever had sex before?’

you glanced at him reading the note but quickly averted your gaze when the anxiety suddenly hit.

the paper slid into your line of sight:

‘ofc I've had sex before. I'm sumn like a pro tbh’

you weren't gonna lie, reading his note broke your heart a little, but i mean who wouldn't want to fuck him.

‘oh rlly? lmk how much of a pro you are then... my mom’s gone for the weekend’ you wrote back.

your stomach dropped as you watched him read the note from the corner of your eye. you don't know where this boldness came from but if it got you a moment with jiung, you weren't mad at it.

‘word?’

sparklers erupted in your stomach. you wanted to jump up and down but you had to be cool, ‘yeah i'll text you the addy’.

𖨆♡𖨆

jiung had the biggest crush on you.

i mean who wouldn't, you were funny, kind, caring, smart, gorgeous and not to mention your body.

you were the reason why math was his favorite class. you two used to talk and make jokes in the back of the class until the teacher got mad and said she'd separate you if you didn’t stop. so you resorted to exchanging notes.

the notes you would pass were initially innocent; cracking jokes, making fun of the teacher, gossiping, talking about interests. until you asked the question that changed your dynamic forever. ‘have u ever had sex before?’

jiung froze. he could feel his body getting hot, his heart rate increasing, and his blood rushing to his special place. he had to stop himself from daydreaming right there and then in that math class. but he had to play it cool, he didn't want to look like a lame bozo, so he wrote back ‘ofc i've had sex before. i'm sumn like a pro tbh.’ he was lying like fuck but you didn't know that.

‘oh rlly? lmk how much of a pro you are then... my mom’s gone for the weekend’

jiung couldn't believe his eyes; he was going to have sex with you this weekend. it was something he could only dream of, literally. it all seemed so surreal.

for the rest of class he had to repeatedly stop himself from daydreaming so he wouldn't sport an erection.

on the way home, he stopped to buy condoms; because you know, he had to be prepared.

that night, he did his research (he watched porn and went on reddit). he wanted to know how to please you in a way that didn't scream “virgin!”

come saturday, jiung thought his heart was going to jump out his chest and run away. he spent the whole way hoping and praying. hoping he was big enough for you, hoping that he moved well enough for you to not know he was a virgin, and praying that he lasted long enough (he rubbed one out before going to meet you because reddit said that would help him last longer). the closer he got to your door, the more he forgot how to walk.

when you opened the door, it took everything in him to not bust right then and there. what you were wearing was very revealing. he tried his best to not look at your ass and thighs when you led him upstairs to your room.

in your bedroom, where the action began, he was feeling on you, just doing what he was advised. and he figured it was working because you started feeling warmer, gasping and moaning. he got on top and you started unbuckling his belt and rubbing on him.

you were making him feel so good and soon enough he couldn't take it anymore.

he pulled out the condom and put it on as smoothly as he practiced (yes, he practiced that).

before he filled you up, you stopped him looking as shy as ever.

“there's probably something i should tell you before we do this: i can tell you're experienced and everything but i’m still a virgin so please be gentle.”

hearing those words from your lips basically made all of his nervousness disappear. the fact that you were also a virgin and that he didn't seem like a virgin to you eased his anxiety and definitely boosted his confidence.

“don't worry baby, i’ll be gentle...”

#p1harmony #p1h jiung #p1h x reader #jiung x reader #jiung fanfic #jiung smut

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timdrakegf · 3 months

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the good witch 🫧 prompts

the good witch

" still argue like my mother and suppress stuff like my dad. still miss you but I know now it'll pass. "

coming of age

" and i couldn't erase you. like a tattoo on my waistline if it was a first kiss. how come it felt like a snakebite? ”

watch

" cause you broke my heart and my self-esteem for a girl who's a remix of me. "

body better

" i can't help thinking when you touched it, were you sorry? were you sorry like you weren't at the time? "

want you back

" till you caught a teacher's daughter with a dangerous text. ”

the band and i

" oh, it was breaking down, it was falling in love. in a gas station by the pickup trucks. ”

you’re just a boy (and i’m kinda the man)

" you were my best friend, my shoulder to lean on but you pushed me out quicker than it took me to put my jeans on. ”

lost the breakup

“ i’ll smile and you'll have to face it i’m the greatest love that you wasted. ”

wendy

" you’ll throw your rocks, and you'll scream that you hate me. ”

run

" he likes a promise if he don't have to keep it. he hates a sentence when he has to mean it. ”

two weeks ago

" i wish we kissed when we first wanted. and we didn't miss all the time we did. ”

bsc

“ if you don't love me, what was april ? you played a game but i run the table. mister ‘ I don't want a label ’ you made me little miss unstable. ”

therapy

" it built me like a promise 'til it broke me like a curse. with your shadow in the door, you were turning in your key and loving you was letting you leave. ”

there it goes

" yeah, the love we had was eating me whole. I had to send it home. ”

history of man

“ so samson blamed delilah but given half the chance i would’ve made him weaker too. ”

holy revival

“ no getting attached to men you can't have. ”

yoko

“ funny, you know, you were the whole wide world. you fell for the moment so you lied to the girl. ”

the song

“ my thing is i’m still obsessed with the idea of this one thing. with all the ways that it wasn't but it might've been. ”

guy on a horse

“ listen, boy, somebody's gotta say it. it might cut to the core. got this far but i’m joan of arc and you're just a guy on a horse. ”

truth is

“ truth is, you were the blow behind the bruises. you weren't love but i think i confused it. ”

the last one

“ they’re never gonna get it, no, they'll never understand but i believe in you, i’m your number one fan. ”

requests open !!

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taylorswars · 1 year

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Flawless | Ellie Williams

Modern!Ellie x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's prom night, probably the last night you and ellie have together before college, and well, no one invited you, but it did not matter, because you had your best friend.

Warnings: None! Just Ellie being such a simp. Let me know if there's any! <333

A/n: Hello everyone! It's not my first time writing but it's my first time writing something for tumblr and I'm very nervous, also english is not my first language so please be nice to me, I hope you enjoy. And my requests are open so if you have any please send one ! <333

Words: 937

Your green dress slides down your body, a silly music playing on tv. You anxiously checked your phone for the sixth time since you started getting ready, what if Ellie gave up the idea of going as friends? She haven't texted you since yesterday. You weren't sad because no one asked you, actually you were happy as hell for spending more time with Ellie, the girl you knew since kindergarten. And you were fucked.

You liked Ellie, you couldn't deny it not even if you wanted, and she didn't felt the same way, obviously, and it broke your heart in a thousand pieces. The green-eyed girl had you head over heels, and she would never know about that

Ellie was a handsome girl, of course she was, then why did no one asked her to prom? And you heard rumors that she declined every boy and girl who approached her with the intention of asking her out. But why? Was she waiting for a special someone? Who? Even thinking about it made you want to throw up.

⠀⠀⠀𝅭ㅤ𝅭ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤㅤִㅤㅤ୨⠀♡⠀୧ㅤㅤִ⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀ㅤ𝅭ㅤ𝅭

When you were finishing your makeup, you heard a knock on the door, you ran downstairs with shaking hands, your whole body was covered with anxiety. And when you opened the door, it was like an angel opening the gates of heaven to Ellie. She got drunk on your ur sweet fragrance and almost blacked out.

"Hey, young lady, are you ready to party all night?." She asked with a giant smirk on her lips.

"Of course I am!" You answered. "So, what do you think? Do I look pretty?" You could swear you saw her eyes sparkling while she scanned your whole body.

"You look gorgeous, absolutely flawless." You felt your cheeks burning and your smile only got bigger. "Thanks, el, you look amazing too." You looked at her black suit, you wanted to say she looked hot, but the idea of saying something like that to your best friend who you secretly loved made your legs tremble.

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The prom was... noisy, not to say worst, you didn't really enjoyed these kinda stuff, but you wanted to have happy memories with Ellie so bad. It will be hard to stay friends the same way as it was before you two head to college. You won't talk to each other everyday and won't be face to face either. You wanted Ellie to miss you the same way you were going to miss her. Keeping this secret was painful, agonizing, and so fucking hard.

The mirrorball lightened the dark room as both of you entered. There was loud music and a lot of students, literally a nightmare. Ellie smiled at you: "Hey, do you wanna dance with me?" She held your hand softly, secretly hoping for you to jump in her arms and fill her face with sweet kisses.

"Sure." You said, dragging Ellie by the hand to an empty spott. The song was fast and heated, but it didn't last that long, and a slow and beautiful song started. You looked at Ellie as if you were asking her if she wanted to dance that one with you too, and she immediately took you in her arms, hands in your waist and a huge smile in her lips.

She practically melted in your touch when you wrapped your arms around her neck, and you two started moving to the song, the darkness of the room made you able to only see her emerald eyes staring at you like you were a rare jewel, and for a moment you could swear she loved you like you loved her.

"Y/N?" She whispered after a quick second in silence.

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"Why don't you talk to me about college? I mean, you talk about it with all of our friends, you make plans, but, with me you avoid until you can't."

Your heart skipped a beat, words burning in your throat.

"I- I don't think we should talk about this now."

"Then when we're going to talk about it? I'm leaving in a few days and I didn't had the opportunity of telling you the news-"

"Don't you understand how much it would hurt me to see you leave?"

Ellie was speechless for a moment. You seriously didn't knew?

"What do you mean? I would be sad if you left first to!"

"Not the same way I will, Ellie."

"Why? What's the difference between us?"

"I'm in love with you." You said in a whisper and Ellie almost thought she heard it wrong.

"You what?"

"I wasn't planning to tell you this, I thought I could get over you with some time but it's been almost five years and I don't know what to do. And now we're going to different places and I can't stand the idea of being away from you."

FIVE YEARS? FIVE FUCKING YEARS?

"Last week, I got transferred, Y/N, we are going to the same college."

"W-What? Are you serious? Why?"

"Because I can't stand the idea of being way from you too."

Is she saying what you think she's saying?

"In what way?"

"I have loved you for years too, silly."

You couldn't help but smile at her words, Ellie loved you?

"I can't see your face very well right now. but I know you're smirking." You said, she laughed.

"Of course I am, you know me too well."

Ellie was quiet for a second and you knew she was thinking about something, until you saw her leaning.

She kissed you. And you never felt happier, because the girl you loved was pressing her lips on yours, and everything stopped.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #the las of us #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #alternate universe #requests are open

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jakeyzzz · 1 year

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Breathless.

🌧️🩵 ( fluff ! ) 🩵🌧️ - Jay x f!Reader oneshot -

⚠️☁️ warnings - ( swearing, reader being shocked, mentions of getting sick, kissing, friends to lovers trope, dancing in the rain, late night walks, fluff, kinda spicy, making out ) - ☁️⚠️

!! please let me know if I missed anything 🌻🌜

english is not my first language so please be nice !

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,,...And then I was like What the Fuck, Man ? I'm not going to kiss you ? You just broke my Heart ! '' You and Jay decided to go for a late Night Walk an Hour ago. When Jay suggested going on a Walk, he didn't expect you to rant about your Ex Boyfriend the whole Time. But he still listened to everything you had to say, because that's what Friends do, right ? . ,,Well that's pretty .. messed up'' Jay murmured, looking at you with wide eyes. ,, I know right ?! Well he left some of his Hoodies at my Place, and he never came back to pick them up so I just decided to sell them. I'm so over him'' You explained, fiddling with your Fingers as you rolled your eyes at the thought of your Ex Boyfriend. Jay laughed. ,,Y/N , why are you telling me all of this ?'' You shrugged your Shoulders. ,, I don't know ... I feel like i just had to get it off my chest. I trust you.'' Jay smiled at your last sentence. ,,I'm flattered'' He said, cockily raising his Eyebrow at you.

And suddenly, you felt a few Raindrops softly falling on your Head. ,, Shit... it's gonna start raining and we don't even have an Umbrella'' Jay hissed, immediately starting to walk faster. But before he could walk any further, you grabbed his wrist. Jay turned his Head, just to see a cheeky Grin on your Face. ,,You're kinda boring'' Jay furrowed his eyebrows. ,,What do you mean ?'' You giggled at his Question. ,,It's warm. It's not like we're gonna get sick or something . Let's just have some Fun mh ? ... We can change our Clothes later it's alright'' You took both of his Hands, pulling him into the Rain a bit more. Jay nodded his Head, as a soft Smile grew on his Face.

You carefully intertwined your Hand with Jay's before you started walking through the pouring Rain. Jay smiled at the sight of your intertwined Hands, trying not to blush. He obviously liked you ... but he never realized that until now. The Way you made his Heart beat faster in that moment felt so weird to him. He has never felt something like this before, since he has never really been in love before.

,,Y/N ?'' Jay broke the comfortable silence, making you look up to him. You looked him directly into his Eyes, making him nervous as hell. He was about so say something very risky . He cleared his throat. ,,I think I might be falling in love with you right now''. Your eyes widened at his confession. Jay stopped walking for a Second, taking both of your Hands. He looked at you, softly starting to smile. ,, I can't believe it took me all these Years to realize how i truly feel about you...'' Jay was kind of surprised of himself right now. Where did he get the Balls to tell you all of this ? .

You were in shock. Jay has been your Friend since preschool , and hearing this from him was super unexpected. You were both soaking wet due the Rain. But in Jay's Opinion, the Raindrops running down your Face made you look even more ethereal. You looked like a mermaid. But the Way you stared at him in Shock, made him feel nervous. ,,Y/N? ... are you okay ?'' Jay asked, softly nudging your Shoulder. You nodded you Head quickly, before softly smirking at him. ,,Come with me'' You took Jay's Hand as you ran through the Rain with him, running towards the Park.

Even though it was late at Night, someone was sitting on a Bench, playing an Acoustic Guitar. Seeing that was weird, since it was late and it was raining pretty heavily. But you still had to admit, the sound of the Pouring Rain and the soft Guitar in the Background was amazing. So you both couldn't judge the Person playing the Guitar. You and Jay stopped walking by now, enjoying the Sound. ,,Wanna dance?'' Jay mumbled into your direction. You shyly nodded, turning your Body more towards Jay's as you softly put his Hands on your Waist, before reaching your Hands up to his Shoulders. You both synchronously started moving your Bodies from Side to Side, as you carefully rested your Head against his Chest.

The Guitar, the pouring Rain and the slow dancing made you feel like as if you're the Main Character in a cheesy Romance Movie. But you enjoyed every single Second of it. And so did Jay. You could hear his Heart pounding in his Chest. ,,I love you Y/N'' His breath hitched in his throat when that Sentence left his Mouth. You ran your Hands over the soft Material of his Hoodie. ,,I love you too, you Idiot'' Jay giggled. He was so relieved. You softly smiled against his Chest, before looking at him.

Jay immediately turned his Head to look at you, before looking down at your Lips. He made it so obvious, making you chuckle. ,,Do it , Jay. Kiss me'' You whispered, before he immediately closed the Gap between your Lips. His Lips were softer than anything you've ever felt. The Kiss was long and sweet, leaving you wanting more as Jay broke the Kiss. Jay looked at you as if you're the most beautiful Thing he has ever seen. He softly ran his Thumb over your Bottom Lip, before leaning in another Time. ,,This feels amazing'' You mumbled against his Lips,wrapping your Arms around his Neck before kissing him even deeper. You felt Jay running his Hands over your Hips, before softly cupping your Cheeks. You gave him one last long peck on his Lips before breaking the Kiss.

Jay lazily rested his Forehead against yours, as you both tried to catch your breaths. ,,That was quite magical'' Jay murmured. Did he just turn Shy in front of you ? You giggled as you softly bit your Lip. ,,I didn't know you were such a good kisser'' You admitted as you softly caressed his sharp Jawline. Jay smirked. ,,Let's make a Deal. If we go back to your House right now, I'll kiss you again'' You rolled your Eyes at him, before sneakily stealing another Kiss from his Lips, making him chase your Lips. Jay pulled you into another Deep Kiss, making you gasp against his Lips as he softly bit yours. ,,Let's go home'' You said, making Jay chuckle. ,,You're cute'' You shook your Head at him before taking his Hand into yours again, as you both started running back to your House.

Right after you arrived, you both immediately changed your clothes. Jay was much faster than you. So when you came out of your Bathroom, you found Jay on your Bed smiling at you. ,,Don't smile at me like that'' He broke into a fit of giggles. ,,Come here'' He said, as he patted his Lap. You followed his command as you quickly ran up to him so you could carefully straddle his Lap. ,,So where are my kisses, mister ?'' You asked him curiously , making him smirk at you. He slowly leaned in, making your Lips meet in less than a Second. Jay pulled you even closer, as he mumbled a few I love you's between the Kiss. His Touch made you feel breathless . And you finally realized, that you were made for each other. And you were meant to be together forever.

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fanficforge · 2 years

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Kakashi The Bride Thief : Part 2

Rated: T

Warnings: Sexy Dress (?)

Pairing: Third Person Female Reader Insert

Notes: Part 1 found here!

Part 3 has been requested, read here!

The following morning was brought by a pounding at the door. When Kakashi opened it, his sleepy eyes were at its sleepiest. "Hm?"

A loud, gruff voice broke the peace. "Do you intend to marry my daughter?! Do you?! Because your meddling cost us everything!"

"What?"

_____ hurried to the door. "Papa calm down please!"

The man nearly had a heart attack at the sight of her before he directed his anger back to Kakashi. "You no good shinobi piece of shit! Sleeping with my daughter on the night of her marital passage!"

"He didn't do anything!" She tried to pacify but it helped little.

"Don't defend him! He's nothing but an arrogant bastard just like his father! He doesn't care about you or this village."

For Kakashi, time stopped. It... had been a long time since someone used his father as an insult against him and he felt his spirit suddenly drift back into that place of being five years old and seeing people spit curses to his father's grave. No one was there for him then, or... well, he didn't let anyone be.

Suddenly he came to at the sound of her heated voice.

"Do not speak ill about any Hatake and especially not in my presence!" Her eyes which had been sparkling last night were all flames now. "Forget my name until you apologize to him." She closed the door and tried to ignore the concerned look Kakashi was giving her.

He shook his head. "You shouldn't have done that. I'm used to-"

"Well I'm not. And I don't want to be."

His gaze softened ever so slightly. "Thank you."

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It had been three days since Kakashi had ruined her "martial-passage" and he should have spoken to her at least after her father knelt on the floor to apologize to him, but he didn't. Kakashi didn't know why but he just felt himself naturally avoiding her whereas before, now that he thought of it, the opposite had been true.

Tonight though, he'd kinda forgotten it was Guy's birthday in all the madness but he was lucky that the man had the decency to exclaim it in one way or another throughout the day to remind him.

The party was held at Guy's favorite bar and Kakashi stepped inside, hoping to say "hi" and "bye" but that quickly became not the case the moment the burly man threw an arm around him. "Heeeeey rival."

Great. Guy had already started drinking. This was gonna be a while.

"Happy birthday Guy." Kakashi said.

"Ready for another challenge?" He grinned but Kakashi simply shrugged him off, literally. "Not tonight, thanks."

"What? Afraid I'll embarrass you in front of your girlfriend?" Guy grinned, wiggling his impossibly thick eyebrows.

Kakashi's usually stoic eye widened half a centimeter. Which was actually quite a lot for Kakashi. "Is _____ here?"

"Funny how you already know who I'm talking about." Guy said after downing another drink.

Kakashi turned around and saw _____ at the bar wearing a dangerously slinky dress. Her leg dangled out of the slit and out the side of the barstool, her back exposed down close to her butt. He couldn't even see her front yet and already he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

What is wrong with me? Did I drink something bad?

Then he noticed the man next to her. Jiro.

"Yeah and that's when I realized that this whole tradition is so old fashioned. I mean, who needs it. Right baby?" Jiro said with a laugh. "Drink another shot for me will ya?" He said to her.

Seeing as she clearly didn't want to take the shot, Kakashi took the chance to casually order a drink at the bar and feign surprise when he noticed her. "Oh. Hi _____."

She blinked a few times like a flutter of butterflies before she smiled. "Kakashi! I haven't seen you in a bit. How are you?"

"Been fine, thanks." He said, then smoothly took the shot for her while Jiro was busy explaining his reasoning for the tenth time to someone else.

She giggled then leaned towards him, her body language absolutely directed all towards him. Her boobs were nicely squished together and her face was positively glowing.

Now that he saw how she looked from the front he suddenly felt like his own mask was suffocating him. He needed air. Now.

"I'll be right back." He said then walked out, leaving her with a tilted head of confusion.

Once outside away from any people he ripped his mask down so he could catch his breath. "Damn it. What's wrong with me?"

"Kakashi?"

Quick as a flash his mask was back on without a frame in-between for her to see him. The woman who took his breath away walked up to him. "Is everything alright?"

He kept ignoring that annoying drum of his heart. I want her. I want her as mine. Over and over again. But the shot he drank wasn't helping.

He hadn't responded for a while.

"You're breathing heavy." She said with concern then placed two fingers on his pulse on his neck. "And your heart's racing. Come on, let's go to my clinic and get you checked out." She tugged on his arm.

"No. I'm fine." He managed to say and he wanted to believe it himself. "Just leave me alone."

He didn't mean for it to come out so harsh but the words hit her all the same and he could see it on her face.

No. I'm better than who I was as a kid. Stop it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just, I don't want you fussing over nothing."

Her smile came back and he felt a little swell of pride from that. "But that's kind of my job." She chuckled, stepping closer.

He stepped back.

"Kakashi!"

"It's nothing."

"Mmhm. You've said the same with three broken ribs. Come here." She stepped forward, he stepped back.

She huffed and folded her arms under her chest. His eye darted where it oughtn't and he quickly reigned himself in again before she could notice. "Well, if you're fine then why don't you come back to the party? Save me from Jiro." She winked.

"Isn't he your husband again or something?"

She shrugged. "Doesn't mean I like him."

"Is there anyone you do like?"

What am I saying?

"Um..." He seemed to have stumped her then but finally she answered. "Maybe."

"You're not sure?"

"Well. I am but I don't know if he likes me too."

"I see."

It was quiet for a few moments but just as Kakashi was about to speak she interrupted. "And don't ask who it is."

"I-I wasn't." He stuttered with a shy laugh while he nervously soothed the back of his neck.

Since when do I do that?

Her eyes were dilated again. Did he do something she liked? She moved forward with a subtle smile and looked up at him. "Don't leave me there all alone."

"All alone? What about everyone else?"

"They can't replace you."

Their fingertips touched and he felt himself getting lightheaded again. "Well. That's true." He said, using arrogance to hide how shaky his hands wanted to be if he'd let them. "Just give me a moment."

She nodded then slipped away back into the party. Once she was gone he ripped his mask back down and breathed in the fresh air. "What kind of jutsu is this?" He wondered under his breath. His senses kicked in before she could poke her head out to see if he was really coming. Thus, he was ready, mask on, and hands in his pockets casually walking back into the party.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi x y/n #kakashi hatake #kakashi fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #Kakashi The Bride Thief #fanfiction #anime fanfic

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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I haven't come here to SCREAM about the last couple of chapters, so I'm here to fix it!

An incomplete list of the things I loved about chapter 48:

EVERYTHING OMFG

Lmao no but seriously: the first part was so hard to read but so worth the wait!! I was clutching my phone without being able to look away because it was so we'll written and it broke my heart all over agai!

Max calling him for hours till he answered bc "They have always been equally obsessed with each other"😭😭

"What else to do but be consumed by Max Lightwood-Bane?" PLS SIR STOP I'M ALREADY CRYING

The whole fucking scene where David's tells Mallory she won't win because she doesn't have what it takes to love Max and telling her that whatever she does, he will undo and he will find his way back to him. I shit you not, I've read that part at least 7 times by now. I'M OBSSESED

The bit with the knife. IT MAKES SENSE NOW AND I WISH IT DIDN'T. GET THIS BABY A BREAK😭. Also now I understand why he wore the long-sleeved tshirts because it made AJ cry :)

I read that someone had a theory that Lance returned for his pink pony and that was why he was at the house and why David threw it away and I would like to personally congratulate them for guessing it tbh bc for me it clicked s second before jdhdkd

I love the way we see David's pain and his trauma from his POV as something he's still trying to understand and work around and how that pain only answers to him, so doing all this by himself was kinda necessary.

When Max asked him if he loved anyone else other than him, the answer seemed so simple. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"I don't need a reason to love you. I never have. You existing is reason enough for me to love you." Stay with someone who loves you for the simple fact that you exist 💙

David moved forward at that. He didn't know how not to. I love how he thinks this or "How could he refuse?" "How could he say no to that?" "How could he deny when it was Max who asked?" In every universe because YES HE'S NEVER BEEN ABLE GO LET GO OF THIS MAN

The fact that David is always refered as "greedy" because he never has enough of Max is everything to me and in this essay I will-

The whole scene where David was touching Max HOLY FUCK IT WAS EVERYTHING I COULDN'T STOP READING IT AND AT THE SAME TIME I FEEL I MUST LOOK AWAY BECAUSE ITS SO INTIMATE!

AJ GOT THE ROLE!!! FUCK YES I'M SO PROUD OF MY BABY🥺🥺

The fucking white lilies tattoo😭 and the only blooming one being all around David's name. You really said I'm not done with flower symbolism and I love you for that💙

Arthur walking in on them and being like why yes this make sense they just had a heartfelt confession will be in my top ten favorite moments jdhsjsjsj

"Goodnight, mon ange" I'm in tears right now ok?!? It's the second time we've heard present David say it (the first one at the Maldives counts?) And it just turned into my favorite thing 🥺🥺🥺🥺

This was what it felt like to be alive. He had almost forgotten. David chuckled to himself and covered his mouth. HE FEELS ALIVE!! I AM BEING SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS!!

The wink at lbaf left me looking at my ceiling for like 15 minutes so I think that tells you everything you should know.

I loved everything about it. The way you give so much emotion and intensity to a chapter and the beautiful way you write it mean so much to me. Thank you for this wind story once again 💙

Thank you. I cri 🥺🥺🥺

Here is a song I listened to over and over when I wrote this chapter (especially when I wrote the flashback scene) - Indila - Tourner Dans Le Vide

#IALS

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darkangel888 · 1 year

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TW sh TW drug mention TW selfhate

I love being alone. I spend 90% of my time alone by choice... But fuck does it suck when you are alone, not because you want to, but because there is no one left. When you successfully scared away everyone. I just lost my best friend of 15 years. for 15 years we were best and closest friends and now she is gone. I also broke up with my boyfriend just about 3 months ago. I lost 2 other of my close friends one month ago. Now I have no one left. I successfully lost all of the people that really mattered to me. And now I am alone because I have to be and no longer because I want to... and it sucks. it sucks so so much. I fucking hate it. I am crying and crying and cutting and cutting and doing all the fun drugs and just doing my best to destroy myself, but no one notices cause no one cares. I told one person that I started to sh by cutting again... he stopped talking to me a week later, which... kinda rude it kind of was his and his girlfriends fault that I used my razor blades again in the end. So he sat least could pretend to care, couldn't he? He said I was his best friend... Then why just trow me away like a used tissue, when I needed him most? He basically was the only friend I had left...

Anyways... tomorrow my family will celebrate Christmas. So time to travel home tonight... I am kind of exited to spend time with them, but on the other hand I already feel exhausted just thinking of it... I love them dearly with my whole heart... but they are so so much. they are intense. And they truly don't get me, the last time I went home my father and I had an argument and I kind of panicked and went mute. I tried so hard to talk but the words just would not come out and even though they have witnessed this happen quite often over the years, they still all just told me to quite the act and stop being so overdramatic (which don't get me wrong I am overdramatic sometimes, I tend to overreact). Don't they think I would if I could? Do they think not being able to talk is fun? Every time I can't talk my throat closes up and it feels like I can no longer breath. I feel like I am dying in that moment. I feel like am suffocating. Do they really think I do that just for fun? Because I am bored? Just once I would like them to just understand that I don't do that just to piss them off. I want them to know that I am not as bad of a person as they think... Lets see if I can make it past Christmas without cutting. I am now at day 8 without cutting. 8 days... It seems like nothing and eternity at the same time...

Life is just amazing. Not.

#tw sh vent #tw sh related #TW cutting #tw self destruction #tw selfhate #tw cvtting #tw sh #selfhate #selfhate vent #tw self harn #self h@rm #self destructor #unhappy #Mentally unwell #mentally unstable #mentally drained #mentally fucked

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enbyhoshi · 4 months

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ao3 wrapped 2023

hello again! i only ended up writing (+ posting) two fics this year (total of 16,033 words) compared to the staggering seven of last year - so i went back and forth a lot about whether i should even make this post, but i ended up doing it anyways! here we go!

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from the start

wonhao, 7.4k, G, library co-owners to lovers

minghao fest fic! to be honest, i wasn't really planning on joining the fest as i hadn't written minghao before and was too nervous to, but after seeing this prompt i just couldn't pass it up. and thank god i didn't! one of my favorite types of fics is where the story takes place or focuses on the main pairing's (along with the rest/some of the other characters in whatever media is being written about) workplace, especially when it's super specific lol. and who doesn't love a lil library romance? wonhao were made for this. another favorite thing of mine, this time more on the writing side, is sneaking small references to other loved medias hehe. this time it's a reference to the dimension 20 season the unsleeping city: chapter 2 episode 1 with minghao cleaning up the orange juice in the romance section. very random but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

favorite part:

“Oh,” Wonwoo mumbles. He looks a little out of it, like he’s as shocked about this whole situation as Minghao is. “Cool. I mean– that’s good. I didn’t have a plan if you ended rejecting me.” “Quit your job and move to another country?” Minghao jokes, despite the fast beating of his heart. “And what about our child?” Wonwoo jokes with him, voice a little weak. Minghao tries not to think about how he’s the cause of that. “We can’t have it travelling between countries all the time.” “I can’t believe you just told me you love me while I’m covered in orange juice.” Minghao says, trying to swallow down the huge smile that wants to break out. “This is the worst possible place for a love confession.” “Well,” Wonwoo says and his eyes dart to something above Minghao’s head and when he looks it’s the label of the particular section they’re in. It’s the Romance section. “I’d say it’s pretty fitting.”

2. untouched

soonhao, 8.6k, M, gg!bss & their stylist hao

girlies.... another minghao fest fic lol! this fic was somewhat of a surprise, since i came up with this prompt on a whim and just kinda put it on the ever-growing wip pile. and then the 2nd round for mhf happened and thought you know what! might as well! in my mind, this fic was supposed to be way different than what it ended up being tone-wise. think more angsty, more toxic, more i-just-broke-up-with-my-boyfriend-and-i-know-you-desire-me-carnally-so-i'm-gonna-use-you-as-a-rebound. basically toxic yuri but make it soonhao. unfortunately it got lost in translation and it turned out more like a typical fic but maybe its for the better lol.

favorite part:

“I did,” Minghao says. “It was good. Do you really have the acorn hat in your bag all the time?” A bashful smile breaks out on Soonyoung’s face. “You know I don’t. I just thought it’d be a fun anecdote.” Minghao smiles back at her. Her hand reaches out to move the hair from Soonyoung’s eyes but then she realises what she’s doing and draws her hand back. “The jeans too?” she says like nothing happened. “That was more…” Soonyoung looks away like she’s thinking about it, her smile turning into something softer now. “More of a personal moment that I wanted to share, I guess.”

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and that's it! truthfully, i was trying to finished at least one more fic before the year ended - and then i got sick (still am) and could barely look at a screen for more than 20 mins (still can't) lol. hopefully that fic gets published early next year then :) thank you for reading this far! see you in 2024!

#ao3 wrapped #my fics

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1d1195 · 9 months

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I finally got to read the second part of protection bc ya girl is FINALLY done with summer courses! Anyways I love their dynamic I kinda love how she fights back and is witty! I love how we got to see a bit of vulnerability from her and the store moment with the child broke my heart bc the MC didn’t didn’t deserve that as a child as a fellow girly girl it’s daddy issues this speaks to me lol and honestly I wouldn’t mind those issues being looked further into within the story if you’re comfortable with that!

Now I loved how we got to see a bit of jealousyrry! I am a sucker for jealousyrry, within reason and not toxic of course! And I found it kinda adorable that he’s suppose portray this “big bad” bodyguard in when he was suppose to pull off that drunk guy off her and he sort of got shy and flustered when she like pretended to be dating him! I thought it was absolutely adorable and I was giggling like an idiot! Also I found it kinda hot when he told her off lol but because he does seem super chill and him kinda breaking with a very good reason was definitely a marker in their relationship! I loved it and I can’t wait for more!!

As for your posting schedule, I typically think the summer more ppl are active in terms of reading. At least for me rn I’m catching up on stories or starting on some that I’ve had my eye on for awhile! Even though I still have to do adult things 😔 I definitely have more time. But I can understand your perspective as a write and feeling a bit down but just know that you are absolutely amazing and adored and those who truly appreciate you will always be here💜

Congratulations on your courses! That's gotta be a huge relief; I def had a love/hate relationship with my courses back in the day and found that summer was so much more enjoyable when I wasn't trapped behind my computer trying to find the third derivative of an equation (even though I am a sl*t for calculus) <3

Thank you thank you thank you for all your kind words and all your thoughtful comments. I def love a witty banter. Def a sl*t for jealousrry too! so I'm glad it came off as such because I am actually not a jealous person irl, so it's hard sometimes to write it.

All the therapy in the world couldn't get rid of the daddy-issues (RIP) so no worries there. They'll be back. I'm also definitely exploring this whole Harry's hot af kinda vibe with her. We'll see :) :) :)

See, I ALSO thought people might have more time to read as well since it's summer--I know I have way more time to write. But...part of that made me sad that people didn't want to read my stuff then, if they did have more time. Ya know? There are so many good stories out there and there are only so many hours you can devote to reading. Also, I don't know if you saw my last ask, I did JUST post it, but I'm def thinking about a Protection update day in addition to other stuff I got going on. Idk. We'll see.

Regardless, you are very lovely and I'm very glad you're enjoying <3 Thank you for the message and the lovely comments, you are wonderful!

xoxo

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heaven and hell aren't that far apart ― attack on titan ft. f!reader

warnings: spoilers of squid game, violence, mentions of gore and blood, mentions of human trafficking, mentions of harassment, debt, gambling, major character death, angst (no comfort)

summary: attack on titan characters play in a life-or-death game with you. will you prioritize the relationships you made with these people or the family that's waiting for you back home? will you throw their lives away for millions of dollars?

notes: after suffering through the popular series called squid game, i thought why not make a headcanon list about it? a huge thank you for the anons who told me that levi can play as the detective, you are the absolute best. i'm not romanticizing the series, God knows how many times i became speechless every time there's a game in the episodes. i just thought this will be a perfect opportunity to make an au out of it. ^^ also, i'm going to add characters who you don't expect solely because of the plot. there might be characters who you love that won't make an appearance in this hc list. oh, and i kinda went off track with mikasa's lmao just don't mind me showing my love for that woman. THIS IS LONG, OKAY? that being said, enjoy !!

― [name] [last name] ; player 356

a college student who's barely getting by.

you lost your scholarship the moment your senior year in university rolls in ― the reason being your father's illness. you spent the majority of your junior year slacking off since that was the time when he collapsed in your home because of heart failure. you had to ride back to your hometown with your last savings just to take care of him, causing a majority of your grades to plummet to the point that extra credit couldn't help. not only that, your mother left your father right after he announced that he might have little time left to live, that he's getting broke and in a lot of debt. you were only twelve years old at that time, your younger sibling being two. that was the time you promised to yourself that you carry everything on your shoulders no matter how young you are.

now, in your early twenties, you're being sued for unpaid bills by your father's doctor and you're so tempted to drop out of university.

one time after coming home from university, you're being followed by the people your father owed a debt to. with your heart pounding and phone battery empty, you hasten your pace with tight grips on the straps of your backpack. once you spot a convenience store sign up ahead, you instantly seek refuge in the many aisles of junk food and beverages, waiting for the debt collectors to search another place. during your wait, you borrow someone's phone to call your boyfriend, only for him to never pick it up, his voicemail reminding you that he's attending a foreign university event the whole month. your peaceful minutes of hiding don't last. the debt collectors find you and drag you out of the convenience store, the person at the counter gawking at how one of the unknown men grasps your hair with all his strength. they gang up on you in the alley beside the establishment. you can only cry with your head raised to the starless sky as they manhandle you into paying, their hands on your throat scalding and their words piercing your weak resolve.

with bruises painting your skin like the flowers you give your father every time you visited him in the hospital, you head over to the subway. you brush off the bewildered stares other people are throwing at you. spots of blood on your shirt from your broken nose, coat torn at the sleeves, hair in disarray, and vacant stare ― you're the main attraction of the subway. you want to cry but you choose to bite your lip to prevent your soft sobs.

it's until you're sitting on one of the benches, waiting for your train, that you hear a―

"i see that you are also a troubled individual. hey, if you say yes to this game i'm proposing, there will be a promising amount of money given to you. so, what's your answer, [name] [last name]? will you accept this card?"

― mikasa ackerman ; player 067

the player who saved your life during red light, green light.

after becoming an orphan from a gang riot more than ten years ago, she accepted the invitation of going to this survival game to take revenge on her so-called guardian whose gang murdered her parents and little brother in the middle of the night. to her surprise, when all of the players gather around the huge sleeping area, the sight of kenny the ripper walking towards her direction becomes her welcome to this shithole. again, surprises keep coming her way as you shout for kenny to stop hurting her. dread fills in her veins when she sees kenny glowering at you to continue defending her. mikasa pushes you out of the way, bluntly telling you to stay out of her fight.

player 067 glares down at you with sharp glacial eyes, rendering you speechless. "stop meddling in fights that don't involve you. i don't need your help or anyone's help." the change in your expression makes her blink. you're telling her with your furrowed brows and small frown that she doesn't deserve this pointless beating. 067 scoffs, turning around with her hands in her pockets. "who are you to help me anyway?"

it just so happened that in red light, green light, you trip on a limp arm while the time is running out. however, you never meet the sandy ground, a hand gripping the back of your jacket. you don't risk looking back but as you cross the white line, you want to thank your saviour, your smile dissipating upon meeting the blank mien of player 067. no words are needed. the astonished look on your face says it all. so, 067 walks away from you for the second time of the day.

after you snap out of your trance, you follow her until all of you survivors reach the sleeping quarters. your words of gratitude might seem to fall on deaf ears but player 067 still listens. she doesn't bother replying because it won't change anything. yes, she saved your ass but she wants you to stop thanking her when you're one of the people she's going to kill for the piggy bank dangling above your heads.

you thought that's your last meeting with player 067.

you never expect your father to collapse once again when you came home, his heart once again failing. you also got a visit from the social services to have your little sibling placed in the city's orphanage since your father is not suitable to take care of him, plus, your finances are hitting the deepest parts of a trench. with the decision of coming back, you once again encounter player 067 in the most cliche scenario ― you bump into her while going back to your bunk with your dinner in hand.

you invite her to join you. only after you surmise that she's not going to say 'yes' did you notice her towering figure closely following you. her footsteps are silent, as if she's stalking her prey ― you. but that's not the case. 067 is just raised that way. most of the time, she sports an expressionless face but you're slowly getting used to it even after one night. she scoots further away from you when a brown-haired girl sits beside you with the most pleasant smile on a place labelled as hell. 067 watches you and the new girl interact like the best of friends, with the black-haired girl keeping quiet as she munches on her fried egg and boiled vegetables.

even though she doesn't trust anyone yet, it won't hurt to have allies in this place.

so, she asks for you to accompany her to the toilets because she has to take a huge shit right after lights out and she needs someone to hold the toilet paper roll. you choke on your saliva. 067 narrows her eyes at your hesitance, finding this as a mistake. with a roll of her eyes, she walks to the door with those soundless footsteps of hers. however, she nearly jumps when you appear next to her.

"just so you know, i was going to say yes," you casually tell her while going to the toilets after a square game guard permitted you. your smile is genuine as you look up to her. "you didn't let me finish. who asks someone to hold toilet paper to them while taking a shit anyway?"

you swear you see player 067 quirking a small smirk.

upon arriving in the toilets, 067 immediately goes to work ― unscrewing the vents so that she can spy on the guards. she tells you that it will give you both a clue on what the next game is. while she's finding herself becoming baffled at how the guards keep melting pots of sugar, you're trying to distract the guard who keeps pounding on the door of the toilets with the butt of their gun.

"sugar."

you turn to 067 during breakfast.

"they're melting sugar." she looks at you dead in the eye. "do you know any game that involves sugar?"

your mind becomes blank, your hold on your uneaten bread slacking. when you feel your brunette friend sidling up closer to you, you tighten your hold on your breakfast. "no, i don't think so." 067 leans down to let you whisper in her ear. "is that really what you saw last night?"

player 067 nods.

"hmm. strange. let's figure it out along the way, okay? why don't you eat your breakfast for some energy, yeah?"

she follows your words and nibbles on her bread.

you look down on your bread, tearing apart a piece. a small roll of paper catches your eye. without anything surfacing on your face, you slowly pull out the small piece of paper and read its content. with a small sparkle in your eye, you tug on 067's sleeve. she leans towards you again, gunmetal blues flickering as you murmur, "honeycombs."

starting that day, 067 follows you more and more. even if your group starts gaining numbers, she never leaves your side.

during the lights-out riots, the first instinct zapping through her is to find you and make sure you're safe from any threat. as she gets out of kenny's murderous hands, she finds you swinging a thin beam of metal. she knows you're capable of protecting yourself but something is whispering in her mind, telling her to pull you in the direction of the bunk beds.

she lets you lean on her shoulder after the riot stopped, her hands awkwardly rubbing on your shaking arms. you're the most warmhearted person in this game, God forbid if anything happens to you, she'll go berserk. she offers to stay with you during your turn in keeping watch during lights-out and there you two share things that deepen your relationship.

"what made you join here, 067?"

"mikasa."

"what?"

mikasa lifts her head to give you a small smile. "that's my name. mikasa ackerman."

you return the smile with that pretty one that always makes her eyes widen. "that's such a pretty name. mikasa." you test it out. mikasa thanks the darkness for concealing her warm face. you give her yours and she mimics the action of repeating the syllables of your name. you giggle before echoing your question. "why did you join this game, mikasa?"

she pensively looks away. "to best my guardian, i guess. i got some debts here and there, but that's about it. after my family died, i'm just living my life the way kenny wants it to be ― to be a part of his gang. i hate him." she puts her chin on her arm. "i want to be free from that life so i joined this hellhole. money brings you happiness, you know? so i said fuck it and accepted the invitation that blonde woman gave me." mikasa glances at you. "what about you, firecracker?"

you laugh at the nickname. she started calling you that after witnessing you mindlessly swinging a metal beam at nothing in particular. "i joined because my dad needed the money."

"your dad?"

you nod. "he's ... sick. he had heart surgery last year but his disease came back a few months ago. he got kicked out of the hospital because we couldn't afford the bills and medication. that hospital sued us and now we're barely breathing with all this debt. i ..." you take a deep breath to prevent yourself from tearing up. "i lost my scholarship because of that, which is the only thing paying my tuition and letting me have a future that can save my dad. plus, the social services are forcing us to put my sister in the orphanage because we don't have the capabilities of caring for her. i'm just so tired, mikasa." your voice wavers, a tear dripping on your cheek as you bury your face in your knees, mikasa's gentle touch on your head anchoring you to the earth.

there mikasa realizes that you're doing this for your family. you have some people waiting for you while there's nothing out there in the world for her but the police tracking her down. she vows that she will do everything to let you win this game. you're literally an angel who lost herself in the coldest pits of hell and mikasa will do anything to bring you back to the surface.

― eren jeager ; square

your boyfriend who's out of the country for one month.

or so you thought.

you know him throughout your life at paradis university. it was purely by chance how you two met but eren felt a pull towards you after your first meeting, getting lost in those wholesome smiles you give him. he knows about your familial situation and he offered so many times to help you but you respectfully decline. you always told him that you want to pay off your father's debt and hospital bills through your own efforts and he understands that. but the look on your face every morning unsettles him. you look so gaunt and lifeless that he feels so guilty of just watching you from the sidelines. yes, he's your boyfriend but your relationship is just you worrying over every little thing about him when he should be the one doting on you and caring for you. this man loves you so much that he sometimes anonymously pays your father's hospital bills, keeping it quiet for fear of you breaking up with him. but he has his limits, he's not made of cash after all. he's only leeching off of his half-brother.

the last thing he wants is for you to leave him behind. he admits he's being selfish but as long as he has his heaven by his side, he's sure that he can survive a lifetime in hell.

imagine his surprise when he sees you in the crowd of people participating in these life-threatening games, his mask hiding his wide eyes, parted lips, and the urge to vomit. you, the most beautiful thing on earth, staring at the piggy bank holding millions of dollars at the moment with a determined look on your face. it hurts him. eren has every chance to help you but he chooses to let your suffering fester until you have no choice but to be one of the horses the v.i.p.s are bidding on. he closes his eyes for a moment, willing to let you disappear as if this is a fever dream, but you're still there. oh God, you're really there. and it's his fault.

as his role of having a square on his mask, he holds the command over the other shapes. that fact he's thankful for.

eren knows about the games beforehand, seeing as he's assigned as the announcer for this year's games.

he watches you behind his mask, narrowing his eyes when you're with that black-haired young woman every time he enters the sleeping quarters. he clenches his teeth when he sees that bastard of a man with a long face tries to flirt with you. at times, eren panics when you flicker your gaze in his direction, your questioning gaze too calculating for his heart to take. who knows what you'll think if you discover that he's one of the game guards stationed in commanding the triangles to shoot the weaklings. will you look at him differently? will you break up with him? anything but that. eren can handle you sulking for days but just the thought of losing you chills his veins.

this spurs eren to make the system unfair by favoring you over the others. he slips little notes in your food about the games or the riots, pulling strings behind the spectacle to keep you alive. even if he has to kill off one of his coworkers to change his masks, he will do it in a heartbeat. he will make sure you win that prize money and live a luxurious life fitting for a person like you.

in fact, he's the square guard that you asked permission to use the toilet in the middle of the night, with that blank-faced woman no less. at first, he's suspicious that you're going in there with someone else but he trusts you so he lets you do your business. at the small distance between you and him, eren held everything back from holding you and cradling you close to his chest. all he wants is to graduate from university with you, buy a house, and start jobs that settle you two down in a domestic lifestyle. heck, he's willing to have children with you. but as he stared down at you that night, he bit his lip before speaking our his feelings. instead, he said that it's okay for you to do whatever you want in the toilets, a longing gaze targeted on your retreating back.

two words: the riot.

that nearly causes his mask to break.

the doors open and eren walks with his head empty except for you. he doesn't care about the dead bodies unless it's you. he has to find you because why the hell would you disregard what he wrote inside your dinner. you should be alive and breathing and intact ... and definitely shaking with your head buried on player 067's neck. his coworkers are curiously looking at him but he doesn't pay them any mind because all eren sees is you.

you feel mikasa's hand tighten around your arm, causing you to look up to a square masked guard standing idly in front of you. even your brunette friend and little group gawk at the highest-ranking staff who's rendered speechless at the sight of you. you flinch at the unyielding person, possibly staring at you, but you never look away from him. the next thing the game guard does stuns you ― his right hand unconsciously rubbing brushing the inside of his left wrist before turning around to signal the others to bring in the bowed coffins. you instantly stand up with a shocked visage because that game guard did not just make your boyfriend's nervous tick ― rubbing his left wrist, which has a simple bracelet with your initials as pendants. your group of allies is asking you what's wrong but all you can see is the back of that square-masked game guard who looks back at you with a small inconspicuous gesture that lays out everything.

that game guard holds out his pinkie in a silent promise to keep you safe.

now you understand why eren disappeared on you without any word but a short message of going on a random university event.

― sasha blouse ; player 151

your first friend in the games.

this girl immediately latches on you the first day of the games.

you're taken aback by such enthusiasm but you're not unwelcome by it. you're rather grateful that there's still bright and bubbly that can keep you sane in this place. you timidly call her by her player number, to which she brushes off with a light laugh.

"call me sasha!" sasha beams with her hands on her hips, chest puffing out in confidence. you blink a few times before laughing at her exuberance. sasha's a ball of sunshine and you unconsciously think that she doesn't belong in this place. she tilts her head at you and you're reminded of that puppy your little sister found on the street back when you were in high school. "what's your name?" you tell her and she brightens even more. "that's so pretty! it fits you so much. well," she holds out her hand expectantly, "i believe you have yourself a friend. nice to meet you, [name]. please take care of me!"

sasha entered the games because somebody approached her after going out of the police station. she tells you this when you came back to the games. she relays how the first body she saw was the corpse of her mother lying on a puddle of blood on the kitchen floor. chills run down your spine at her next words. sasha didn't hesitate from taking one of the discarded knives on the floor, pushing her father away from her dead mother, and proceeded to continuously stab him while his screams echo into the neighbourhood. she was arrested on the spot. she tells this story to you with a smile on her face, almost as if anything that happened in her life is pushed back and she only focuses on surviving the games. you thank her for sharing that part of her life.

"when we get out of these games together, promise me we'll have a girls' night out," sasha casually states while the tension rises after kenny stole another player's share. you're sitting with a stiff posture, player 067 beside you on high alert that kenny might come stomping in your direction to pick an uncalled fight. still, sasha eats her boiled egg with gusto. "us three can travel around the world with that money. we can go wherever we like. you can bring your little sister and you," she points at the blank-faced player who looks unamused at the idea, "can let loose for once."

you have no heart to tell sasha that getting out of the games with multiple players seems to be an unreachable thing but you smile at her suggestion. "that sounds like an amazing idea. we can drink those mojitos and go visit the maldives! just like what they portray in hollywood movies. what do you say, player 067? sounds like fun, right?"

067 looks at you for a moment before nodding slowly. sasha grins.

"that settles it! we'll go to the maldives for our girls night out."

"hey, let us join, too," another player in your little ally group chimes in.

sasha grimaces. "like hell we want to invite you, jean!"

you and mikasa have this silent pact of holding back sasha when the food is distributed. this girl can eat anything in a three-meter radius so every time it's her turn, her hands are itching to take another share for herself. you make sure you're behind her to hold her wrist in a vice grip as she reaches for another boiled egg or bread. you apologize to the person behind you for taking too long, pulling sasha behind you to where your little group is waiting. after witnessing kenny beat the whining player to death, sasha never once reaches out for another meal. since the beginning, you're the one supplying her with her extra portions, sliding your food to her after taking out the piece of paper wedged between. despite knowing her for a couple of days, you conclude that sasha has a vacuum for a stomach.

she has amazing senses. this girl always knows when something goes wrong. she heard mikasa crawling inside the vents while spying on the guards. she heard you two whispering about something regarding the second game. also, she heard a gunshot ringing out from somewhere in the compound when it's her turn taking watch in the middle of the night. there are surely no games happening, right? but as the alarms blared a few minutes after that gunshot, sasha's instincts of brewing danger are pulsating even more throughout the night.

if mikasa swore to protect you, you chose to protect sasha in little ways. you fought for her to be in your team for the tug of war because you're so sure that she's an asset to the team. you gave her tips during the honeycomb game. you let her hide behind you during red light, green light. she's so radiant that it hurts just looking at her. but as every luminary, they have to dim. losing her light came in the form of the marble game, where she asks you to be her partner because she knows you two will win it. as much as mikasa wants you as her partner, you honor sasha's request by shaking the brunette's hand. mikasa huffs and finds another person to pair up with, a player from your team named armin, and you promise her that you will work with her in the next game.

but as the game guard leads you through a maze of houses, all your confidence before turns into dread as you turn to sasha, whose smile disappears for the first time during all of the games.

"thank you for being my best friend and for always protecting me. win this and live the beautiful life you deserve, okay?"

― levi ackerman ; the detective

the one who followed you at midnight to get some clues on his lost siblings.

levi ackerman is considered to be the best detective in your city. he was commended for his performance every time he's on the field. he solves every case he got except for one. levi never knew what was behind the kidnapping of his siblings, farlan and isabel. their disappearance happened several years ago and while people were alarmed that there has been an increase in human trafficking, the police were lousy enough to turn this case cold. he begged for his higher-ups to continue the case but since there wasn't much evidence regarding the kidnapping of farlan church and isabel magnolia so the police department had no choice but to close it. that case plagues levi's mind to this day, that was until he met you.

you look like shit, that much levi can pinpoint.

he's sipping on his morning tea in his desk, listening in to your rambles of a mysterious game where it kills people without remorse. you are talking about how there's a life-size doll who scans people's movements and snipers shooting people if they move. it's absurd. that kind of story only unravels in a television show, never in real life. levi's curiosity turns into dust as he drowns out your frantic voice with the constant thrum of early city mornings.

"a blonde woman was giving out cards in the subway," you plead, hands running through your hair in distress. your clothes are thrown on you haphazardly and the policemen in front of you immediately thought that you had a rough night inside the club because what you're spewing doesn't sound like a sober person might say. "i have her card with me. i'm speaking the truth." you pat your jeans until you take out your wallet, the little brown card making your breath hitch. you hastily hand it over to the policeman. "here. there's a number at the back. they will immediately answer if you dial it." still, the policeman keeps snickering at you. "please." you try again. "just help me investigate this, sir. i beg you. lives are on the line if you don't do this."

"i think you had too much to drink, young lady," the policeman laughs. "i'll wager that you're hungover. booze can alter your dreams into reality, you know?" your glare appears and the policeman chuckles nervously. "okay, okay, i'm calling the number now." he inputs the number on the telephone and waits for the other person to pick up. after three rings, silence greets the policeman. you whisper the things that he needed to say, "uh, i'm calling because i want to play a game."

everything backfires. the person who answered the call was a woman screaming that the policeman was a complete pervert for calling her asking for games. it seems like the policeman pressed the number wrongly, brushing it off as you pulling off a prank in the police station. while you begrudgingly go out of the sliding doors of the station, levi stands up from his seat and inquires about your situation.

"oh? does mr. ackerman have a taste for younger women?" the policeman teases, his voice lilting annoyingly.

"cut the bullshit," levi snaps. "what was that woman here for?"

the policeman hums before laughing lightly. "something about games and dolls. just the random drunk stories, most likely. why?"

levi keeps quiet for a moment, gaze pensive as he stares at the brown card you left behind. his fist clenches at the familiar brown card, the shapes mocking him to pick it up. so, he did. levi pockets the card and doesn't answer his colleague, catching up to you outside of the police station. you're murmuring things about hating policemen as he stands behind you. he opens his mouth to interrupt your rant, "hello, excuse me. i'm detective levi ackerman. can you tell me more about what you told my colleagues?"

you proceed to tell levi everything you experienced so far, with him keeping an impassive facade that reminds you so much of a certain player in the game. you thought he's going to help you investigate this case but he wordlessly walks away after you reveal everything to him. bowing his head as thanks for your time. thinking that the police chooses to brush this situation off their shoulders, you feel as if all hope is lost. yes, you figured that they are incompetent and lousy when it comes to doing their job but you never expected them to put this aside. so, you go back home, only to find your father on the living room floor and your sister nowhere to be found.

that night, levi stays true to his judgment of investigating this case because he feels that your situation is somewhat connected to the disappearance of his family. he narrows his eyes at your standing form a few meters ahead of his parked car, cautiously waiting until a white van comes into view with its door open to invite you in. the whole thing flashes red flags in levi's head. he revs his engine and slowly follows the white van carrying you, watching with hawk eyes how the vehicle keeps on picking up random people on the street. he doesn't know that they're players of the game just like you are. as the moon remains high in the sky, levi sees that your white van is not the only one going in a certain direction. all this secret mission of his leads him to the port with a trail of white vans heading to a large ship.

taking his badge and gun with him, levi drops down and clings at the bottom of the last white van, praying that this will ultimately reveal why his family disappeared for days. or better, praying that levi finds his missing family in wherever this ship sails to.

what he will discover on this mysterious destination will throw him off though.

― hange zoe ; player 136

the doctor that you trust.

mikasa warned you beforehand that player 136 isn't right in the head after expressing how exciting it is to witness so many dead bodies in one game. she latched on your arm and whispered into your ear that you shouldn't trust privileged people who wormed their way into the games. you always heard player 136 bragging about how they're a well-known doctor so it doesn't add up that they're in this game. it was then that you discovered that they're fired by the hospital they're working at after receiving an alert that player 136 participated in money embezzlement. they're recruited by player 218 into your group for tug of war and after hearing them assuring you that you can rely on them, it's settled that they're a part of your little ally group.

being a doctor in the outside world, player 136 is assigned to be the dissector of alive bodies every night. however, they rejected the offer of getting clues on the games because it seemed unfair to those who are in the dark and not given the opportunity to work with the game guards. that's when you know they're trusted ― for telling you the truth behind their nighttime disappearances. they don't hide any details. instead, they willingly tell you the conversation circulating during those operations. after hearing a story that the game guards harassed a barely-breathing body minutes before they arrived for the operation, you vomited your dinner. mikasa glares at player 136 for eliciting such a reaction from you, all the while feeling the urge to vomit as well. it's not only the place that's so disgusting, the workers are the real devils as well.

having player 136 in your team screams advantage throughout the contest. just the presence of a person who specializes in mending people's wounds sets a wave of relief in your little group.

you only know their name when player 218 mentions it during the marbles game since he asks them to be his partner. they refuse, however. it seems like they both know each other all this time. now that you think about it, player 218 only ever converses with the silent player 199 and animated player 136, the latter being called hange. you find it to be a pretty name and you wish you could've talked to them a little bit more.

the only time you directly talked to hange was when they treated your hands after the tug of war. their hands are so gentle as they run over a wet towel over your wounded skin and you find yourself dozing off. it's only when they speak that you regain your consciousness. they ask you about your reason for entering the games since it looks like you're one of the so-called kindhearted people in this godforsaken place. you relay to her everything you told mikasa and sasha and suddenly recognition sparkles in hange's eyes. the look on her face is something that you can never forget. it's a mixture of horror and astonishment at the same time. you wonder why they acted that way. it's before the game of marbles that they look back at you with saddened eyes, their words chilling your body.

"i'm sorry for putting you in this mess. i didn't mean to kick your father out of the hospital that day. i remember seeing you in the hallway of the hospital begging for the nurses to stop rolling your father's wheelchair. i'm sorry that i don't feel remorse at that time even though you sound so broken and desperate. i'm also so sorry for suing your family. i hope you don't forgive me, 356."

― jean kirschtein ; player 097

the boy who asked you out during freshman year in university.

poor him. he's trying so hard to woo you despite having a death sentence hanging over his head by participating in these games. it's a good thing that eren is not here to watch jean shamelessly flirt with you every chance he gets. the only time he stops is when mikasa steps in front of you with a glower on her face, expression silently screaming for the ash blonde to stop embarrassing himself. you faintly remember how eren grumbles at you about this guy since you started dating, saying along the lines of trusting you at the same time never trusting anybody who lingers too long in your presence. after rejecting jean on freshman year, he stopped pursuing you until now. fuck these games. you already have a problem with death, now life has added another piece of suffering for you to worry about.

jean seems reliable and physically strong enough to carry the team on his shoulders, given the fact that he's well-built with lean muscles and tall stature. he's the one who brought armin to your little circle, his arm around the shorter male's shoulders with an easygoing grin, much to the blonde's dismay.

mikasa never trusts anyone and it flares even more around jean.

you try to reason with jean that if he wants to be inside your little group, he has to prove that he's trustworthy enough to keep playing with all of you. you want to prevent mikasa from lashing out at him to the utmost of your abilities. so, he did. jean is an expert on weighing people in his mind, being a psychology major. he scans a person's mannerisms and micro-expressions and report them to you to find out who's the real threat. he's the one who told you to keep your guard up with player 218, something that doesn't even cross your mind until the very last minute. he deems armin as a friend because the blonde was showing some signs of nervousness all throughout the first two games and that all armin's words seem genuine. but this isn't enough for you and mikasa. people like jean tend to lie more if given the chance. people from his major can use their knowledge to their advantage as worm their way in an intricately woven group just to sabotage them.

it's during the riots of the lights-out did he slowly gains your trust.

he saves you from being strangled by an unknown player before mikasa finds you, ripping your attacker from you to pull you to the intact bunk beds. he pats your figure with frantic hands, eyes flashing with panic every beating second. his hands are shaking yet they firmly hold you at arms-length. he asks you, "are you alright? are there any more wounds that i failed to check? fuck, everything is just plain bullshit right now. just stay close to me, okay?" jean places his hand on your cheek to bring you back to reality because you look shaken up by the incident. "hey, stay with me, alright? god damn it!" his outburst causes you to flinch. he apologizes soon after. "i want to find that motherfucker who attacked you, princess. i want to teach them a lesson for laying their hands on you like that."

he throws you a metal beam when you two got separated because a player got a hold of his jacket.

at this point, nobody is safe during the riots. even if nobody holds a grudge against you, you're still going to get targeted. so, with the metal beam, you swing it around yourself. people around you keep jumping back to avoid your blind swinging except for mikasa who pulls you to safety.

it's also jean who points out to you that the square game guard acts so different around you, that their actions are so similar to a certain someone he knows. you already have a clue on who's behind that mask but once jean voices out his opinions, that just proves it because jean is never wrong in these things.

you never got to say goodbye to him. the last words he said to you rings in your mind as you enter the sleeping quarters after the marbles game.

"hey, you better be alive after this game, princess."

― armin arlert ; player 431

an unlikely player who somewhat thought this was a place without slaughter.

you know armin because jean pulls him in your team for the tug of war.

at first, you're surprised that such a soft-spoken person manages to enter the games but when you see the glint in his eyes that he's willing to win the prize, you're convinced that he's not just a simpleton acting all clueless for people to underestimate. but, according to jean, armin is not like another blonde that you need to watch out for. true enough, the first time you talk to armin, he instantly gives you his name. there's no secrecy lacing his words. that manages to convince you that he is trustworthy enough. not to mention that mikasa appears wide-eyed when armin walks to your group, saying that she knew him as the kid who played with her in the sand playground years ago. apparently, armin was her only friend until his family moved away to a different city because of his father's job. there's nothing negative about the remarks surrounding armin and you welcome him with a smile before the tug of war.

"i'm armin," the blonde states, holding out his hand for you to shake.

you look at his expectant gaze before dropping your eyes to his outstretched hand. most people in the previous games never asks for a player's name. the numbers are enough for them to call the others but the wonder in armin's eyes is too hard to resist. you smile at him and fit your palm against his. "i'm [name]. nice to meet you, armin."

his expression brightens like a kid with a surprise birthday party.

there you notice that armin doesn't deserve to be in this place. he shouldn't have an imaginary death flag waving over his head. he deserves so much better than being betrayed by his so-called teammates. your little quartet (you, mikasa, sasha, and jean) forms into an intricate pentagon of people with different reasons for stepping inside their designated vans.

armin fits so well in your group, being the brains aside from player 218. if 218 shows cold calculations that will favor himself, armin focuses on the strategies that greatly benefit the rest of the team as well as distribute jobs that are suitable for every member of the group. even after a few minutes of interaction with him before the next game, you thank armin for his quick wits as he comes up with the strategy for this game of strength while all of you are inside the elevator. player 218 doesn't agree with most of what armin says but since there's not much time left before the game starts, all of you will have to follow armin's suggestions.

he has great assumptions about the games.

before the marbles game, armin becomes suspicious of the instructions of the game guards. find a pair? there's no game in his childhood that has pairs as teams. unless these pairs aren't supposed to be on the same side. armin gawks at the game guards, who wordlessly watch everyone scramble to get the fittest or smartest people to be their pair. the best solution for this is to pair up with people outside of his team. he looks back to you, horror painting his face when you accept sasha's handshake. no, that can't be happening. why didn't you notice this trap set by the creators of the game? armin is about to convince you to rethink your decisions when a firm hand circles his arm. he turns around, blanching inwardly when someone appears in front of him.

"hey, min, team up with me."

armin notices your apologetic expression directed to the young woman in front of him. so, he meets your gaze. he mouths, "goodbye." you're confused. what does he mean by that?

it's only when you see mikasa walk past the gates with a gaunt expression that you understand.

that night, you cry for the first time in this place, your silent sobs dedicated to sweet armin, beautiful sasha, and caring jean. you cry for your friends who deserve everything except for their fates in these games. that night, you ask mikasa if it's okay to sleep on her bed. as she wraps her arms around you, you cry again for fear of the next few games taking away the last person who kept you sane in this hell.

― erwin smith ; player 218

your professor who randomly stopped teaching in your sophomore year.

surely your eyes are deceiving you if you're seeing the most loved professor of paradis university standing in one of these foreboding green tracksuits. maybe you are too disoriented after the car ride that you keep seeing hallucinations of your previous professors. however, you know he's real when he meets your gaze and furrows his brows at you gawking at him. he silently walks to you with a puzzled expression, his tone polite as he questions what are you doing in a place like this. you tell him that you two share the same reason why you're standing under a piggy bank with millions of dollars. he accepts your enigmatic response and hums under his breath as if that already satisfies his interrogation. for you, though, you don't know how such a perfect man came to this place.

the only thing you remember from your short time learning under erwin smith was that he was a family man, with a picture frame of his little family on his office desk, and an amazing tactician. if a game needs strategy, this man is the only person you can go to. having taught business in the renowned university across the continent, erwin smith is not someone to be messed with. despite being known for his caring personality among his students, he also bores a menacing and merciless professor when needed. that side of him is not what you need right now. good thing that you only heard of it from your seniors a while back. but you don't know what to expect if he loses his control over that approachable mien.

one thing is for sure, erwin is a dangerous individual to be considered as an ally.

still, you teamed up with him way before sasha befriended you.

unbeknownst to you, erwin is facing a million-dollar debt for taking part in the stock market. that picture of his perfect family was taken way back when his ex-wife was still happy with him. it was his gambling ways that made his ex-wife drift away from him. he was constantly out until the late of the night to spend every single penny in her account just to bet on horses. the divorce and the continuous debts were the reasons why he stopped teaching at paradis university. he became a broke man in an entire year, always running away from the law and debt collectors who follow his every movement. the fight for the custody of his son was the nail to the coffin. he loves that little boy and seeing as he lost every bit of financial stability just proved that he's not fit for taking the boy under his care. then, came the blonde woman knocking on his dingy apartment, claiming that he can win millions of dollars if he just plays a little game.

there's more than one person who keeps telling you to never trust erwin but you can't help but listen to his suggestions, especially in the game of tug of war. when armin's strategy didn't work, it's erwin who stepped up as the temporary leader of your little group. there's no way that he'll willingly let all of you die when he's the one standing at the front of the line. so, you tell everyone to follow erwin's instructions, catching the other team off guard by sliding close to the edge. you internally let it sink that you owe your life to erwin at this point.

you notice how he shifts closer to player 199, a man named mike and a person with a great sense of smell, and the doctor. there seems to be a connection going on with those three that seems to have stemmed from when they were in college.

you're correct to never trust erwin when you see from a distance how he tricks mike into giving his marbles, never even flinching when the gunshot rings out and the monotone voice announcing that player 199 has been eliminated. again, your instincts are correct when he pushes hange into the regular glass pane when it's just the four of you left. that mistrust turns into anger as you witness him slitting mikasa's throat, face devoid of any emotion when he turns to you with bright sky eyes.

"just me and my favorite student left. how thrilling."

― zeke jaeger ; front man

the one who feels the least remorse from all these bloodbaths.

the previous recruiter.

he's given the role of the front man in this year's games, appointing a previous winner named yelena to be the next recruiter.

he's the one who gave eren the job of being a game guard. it's supposed to be a playful game of ddakji but since eren chose red instead of blue (the younger man's reasoning being his girlfriend looks great in red), zeke's interest is piqued. he's only known his little brother for about three years but he knows that eren has no reason to enter the games as a player. their father is a doctor and their family is pretty well-off for them to start getting desperate for any cash. since the younger man expresses his boredom of being a college student, zeke uses that opportunity to invite eren to the games. not as a player, but as a game guard. he proceeds to explain eren's role in this grand scheme, with the latter hesitating when zeke mentions something about killing people. in the end, the blonde uses another tactic to get eren on board with this. he mentions his girlfriend.

if eren joins as a guard, a high-ranking one at that, he gets a good paycheck to help you out.

equality has always been the main mantra of these games but when your group came, everything flew out the window.

zeke has taken a liking to how you formed relationships despite having your lives on the line. yes, he doesn't feel anything for the other players, they can die for all he cares, but when it comes to your little group, he's actually considering letting your group pass the games. even without eren's threat of exposing this whole spectacle if his brother doesn't show leniency to you, zeke is willing to make the system unfair to let you or any of your teammates win. (the reason mainly resides in the back of his mind; a five-person group who became unlikely friends so many years back.) in fact, he talked to you two years ago when eren introduced you to his family, inviting you to dinner. he found you remarkable and charming, wishing you the best of luck for being eren's partner, to which the brunet always get offended about.

he watches with attentive eyes as you walk to the center of the venue of the last game, the other finalist towering over you. the v.i.p.s beside him are laughing at how such a small girl managed to survive this far, all of them betting on player 218 with everything they brought. to prove himself, zeke casually bets on you, his eyes glinting behind his mask. as zeke watches the game unfold in front of him; gone was the girl who reminded eren to eat during all-nighters, gone was the lovable young woman who gained the blessing of grisha and carla jaeger, gone was the understanding friend during the previous games. in place of all of those was an expressionless person who struggles to get out of player 218's hold in the middle of the square, biting off a chunk of his ankle without second thoughts, and taking advantage of the vulnerability by straddling the blonde man. you stab and scream your sorrows out to the rain until erwin smith breathes for the last time.

"player 218 has been eliminated. the winner of the squid game is player 356."

eren was right, you look great in red.

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to-hell-and-beyond · 3 years

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Were Your Love Lies

Robby Keene x Female Reader

Requested: Yes : No

Request: If your requests are open and of course if you want to write this, I would love to read a Robby Keene x reader were reader is friends with Sam and likes Robby(the feelings are reciprocated). But he and Sam are exes and so reader is hesitant to date Robby because of girl code. Sam can be back with Miguel or at least she’s over Robby. If you hate this idea you are more than welcome to ignore! -Anon

Ok, sorry this took sooooo long. I kinda made Sam the enemy because that's the kinda mood I am in today. I hope you enjoy.

Summary: You and Robby have gotten closer ever since his breakup with Sam. You decided that a beach party s the best time to tell your best friend your feelings about her ex. That is until a very big secret unfolds...

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The sounds of skateboards hitting concrete echoed around you and Robby as you walked by. It had become a common accurce for the both of you to be walking around town. The two of you had gotten closer as your best friend Sam had taken some time off. You barely saw her anymore, just at the dojo. You knew she had been hanging out with the Cobra a lot more but you were still ok with it. She was your best friend and she could have more than one friend.

But you did wish you could talk to her because of the girl code. Because you had been spending so much time with Robby, you felt your feelings of him grow more into a romantic feeling. You wanted to tell Sam and ask her for her blessing. But every time you seemed to try to talk to her she would make up some sort of excuse.

“I was thinking that maybe we could talk Mr.LaRusso to going to visit the beach this weekend. What do you think?” Robby asked as your eyes went glossy looking into the sky.

“Y/n?” He asked again as it finally got your attention.

“W-what? S-sorry, what are you saying?” You chucked as you turned to face him. He had his sweet smile on his face and his hair sparkled and shined from the rays of sun hitting him. You wished you could take a photo of him right now and keep it forever. He looked so beautiful in that moment.

“It’s ok Y/n. How do you feel about going to the beach this weekend. Maybe afterwards we could host a party?”

“I’d like that.”

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So there you were. Standing in the middle of the beach with the flames of the campfire behind glistening in the night sky. The practice at the beach had been a huge success as both you and Robby learned so much. You had finally mastered that kick that you’ve been wanting to land for a while now. Robby was so happy for you that you felt kinda embarrassed. Of course you did not show it but your heart swelled up in pride by his compliments.

Sam couldn't come. Something about “already promised my friend I’d help them study'', whatever that meant. You were getting kinda worried about Sam. She never answered your calls or read your texts anymore. Heck, she even started leaving you on open on snap! So you hoped that when you sent her the invite for the party that she would come. She was your best friend after all.

You looked around to see that some of the Cobras were already there. They didn't seem to be there to pick a fight with anybody so you were happy about that. The last thing you needed was another beach fight.

“Have you seen Sam anywhere?” You asked some of the Cobras as they all turned to look at you. You guys were not enemies but not the best of friends. You tolaterted each other.

“Probably with Miguel.” The one with the Mohawk “Hawk” joked as the rest of the Cobras laughed. You were confused and wondered what that meant.

“Seems like they never leave each other's side.” Another Cobra “Mitch” said which made them all laugh again.

“I’m sorry but, why would she be with Miguel?” You asked confused as they all stopped laughing to look at you. Did you really not know?

“Y/n…” Aisha said as she came up to stand beside you. Even though she had left, she still came sometimes to party and talk with her Cobra friends and old teammates.

“Ever since Tory left...Miguel and Sam had been...close. Take a look for yourself.” You looked to where Aisha was pointing to see your best friend and her ex making out.

So this is why your best friend keeps ditching you and Robby. She was sucking the face off of her ex. Who she claimed she was over with. Didn’t really look like she was over him. You hadn't even made a move on Robby because of the girl code but she was here. Was it really that hard for her to tell you that she was dating Miguel again? But maybe this was all some sort of misunderstanding. You decided to take matters into your own hands and go to talk to her.

“Glad you could make it Sam! You too Miguel.” You called out as you walked towards the couple. Sam had a look of shock as she immediately stopped kissing Miguel to look at you.

“H-hey Y/n” Sam muttered as she looked at you. You were confused on why she looked so worried. Did she think that you didn't support her relationship?

“Can I talk to you for a second?” You wanted the details. When did this happen, were, why and so much more. You also wanted to ask her for her blessing to start dating Robby.

“S-shure.” She kissed Miguel's cheek as you waved to him. He waved back as Sam led you to a clearing just a few meters away from the ever growing beach party. You sat on one of the tree stumps there as she sat on another one just a few feet away from you.

“I want to know it all. Why have you been ignoring me? Why didn't you tell me you were dating Miguel again? Why were you so scared when I came up to you? And how did that whole relationship come back to the world of the living?” You asked as she began to fiddle with her thumbs.

“You gotta start realizing what I was feeling at the time Y/n. Ever since Robby dumped me I was heartbroken. Miguel was there and he was also there, threw the whole thing. Every tear and every heart breaking moment. He apologized for everything that happened and we got close.” Sam tried to explain.

“Ok Sam. First off, Robby never dumped you. I was there when that happened, you told him that you needed space. Second, why couldn't you tell me? I’m ok with you being with Miguel. I just wish you would have told me.” Sam looked down.

Flashback:

You heard shouting coming from outside the dojo as you left the punching bag to go check it out. The voice of your best friend Sam’s voice grew louder and louder as Robby’s grew quieter and quieter. It was like he almost didn't want to fight.

“You know what!” Sam yelled as she pointed her finger at Robby. You saw the look of despair on his face and you swore you heard your heart crack.

“We’re going on a break!” She yelled again as she shoved past Robby and walked right out of the dojo.

“You ok?” You asked Robby. He opened his mouth to respond to you but he broke down in sobs. You held him tight as you let him let all of it out. That was the start of your friendship.

“I ran out and you didn’t go after me!” Sam said as she clenched her sleeve.

“If this is what this is about Sam, I’m sorry. I never meant for you to feel like I was putting you in second place. Robby was there and he was hurt! I had to help him! That’s kinda the reason I also wanted to talk to you…” Sam looked at you curiously as you took a deep breath and looked up to look at her.

“Well, I’ve gotten closer to Robby when you were kinda with Miguel. We got really, really close. Sam...I like Robby and I want your permission to...make a move on him.” You said as Sam looked at you with disbelief.

“Y/n. Don’t you think that’s kinda weird. Like me and Robby were just dating.”

“But aren’t you with Miguel now? Aren’t you over Robby?”

“That’s not what this is about Y/n! First, you interrupt me and Miguel to tell me that you like my ex? What happened to the girl code!”

“That’s why i'm trying to ask you-”

“You have no idea what it’s like to date him! It's always reassuring him that you love him and that you would never leave him. It’s exhausting! Sorry that I’m trying to be a good friend and try to stop you from making the same huge mistake that I made!” Sam yelled as you knew she looked embarrassed as you noticed some of the Cobras looking your way.

“ You know what Sam. This is exactly why your relationship didn't work. You blame everything on everyone and if something isn't what you exactly like you drop it. That’s what happened to me and Robby. It's not either of our faults it's yours. So you know what. I’m going to ask Robby to date me whether you like it or not.” You said as you stood up and grabbed your bag and left to somewhere quiet. You didn’t need to deal with a bunch of teenagers right now.

“Hey, have you guys seen Y/n? She said she was going to ask you guys where Sam was.” Robby said as he walked up to the Cobras. He knew how dangerous that was since the whole Cobra Kai vs Miyagi-do thing.

“Your girlfriend is fighting your ex bro.” Hawk said as he pointed to where you were storming off leaving Sam all alone.

“Well-*bleep*”

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shai-manahan · 3 years

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What would the ROs last words be to us if we're dying in their arms?

Bold of you to assume none of the ROs would end up killing you 🤔

Last words, though...

Look, I swear, it hurt when I wrote all these, so be sure you're ready, like ready for some serious and heavy scenes. (also this kinda became a little prompt itself lol)

Thank you for the ask!

(also don't blame me if some of these end up in the story itself in the far future. Not exactly...but well, I loved these)

(TW for character death and blood)

Alonzo:

Death is inevitable for people like them. Alonzo had learned that from a young age. They remember the deaths they witnessed as a child--the deaths that occur in the stinky alleyways if you make the wrong turn for one single night, the deaths that are preceded by aggravating the wrong group of people, and the deaths that are caused by the severe hunger that plagues the slums. Those deaths have been swift.

The opposite was true for the people who struggled against the system, against Pharos, against the city itself. The opposite was true for the notorious Ripper who is now dying in Alonzo's arms.

There was never a good end in sight for either of them. From the moment they both tried to get the justice the city's people deserved, there was no escaping loss, grief, and death. Alonzo knows that, and yet...

"It's okay," Alonzo whispers as they gently stroke their companion's cheek with their gloved hand. This cursed hand. A reminder of their failures. A reminder of their sins. A reminder of the hatred they thought they'd never be able to let go. They struggle to remain calm as the other starts to choke in their own blood, eyes in pain and body completely still, and Alonzo leans their head closer. "You'll be okay now."

There were no lies surrounding the words that left their lips. They said what was needed to be said. No need to make promises. No need to share what they feel. Only a simple attempt to help them come into terms with what's happening.

How many people has Alonzo helped do that at this point? They don't recall anymore.

Whatever it is the future holds, Alonzo would simply have to face them alone. They were used to being alone, slowly losing the things that mattered to them as they grew older, then slowly losing the people they wanted to protect. Every one of those left them with a mountain of regrets, but they pushed forward, because there would always be more things to do. More things to accomplish. More things to protect.

But for the person Alonzo cared for the most, for the person who gave them hope they didn't know was possible, for the one who they thought they would hate for the rest of their life but learned to forgive, the time for peace and rest has come, and Alonzo shall stay by their side until they draw their last breath within those arms.

No tears fall. No more.

Wesley:

It's my fault, Wesley thinks to themself as they desperately cling to the dying person in their arms. It's all my fault.

It has been a while since Wesley last had those thoughts--within one year after the betrayal. They kept trying to convince themself they did the right thing, that there was no other choice. It broke their heart to do it, to keep their mouth from letting their partner know about the whole truth, to pry themself away from all the friends they had and from the person they loved. It was miserable, lonely, frightening. Nevertheless, they thought it was a small sacrifice to make.

Until the deaths.

Until the murders. Then the bombings. Assassinations.

The whole city was torn apart, and it was their hands that was responsible for the wheel that ran through it.

What was it all for?

Wesley presses their lips against their partner's forehead, the latter groaning in pain. They can feel the blood soaking through their clothes, Wesley's hands now stained with deep red. What was it all for, if in the end, they couldn't save the person that mattered the most?

"I never told you," Wesley starts, and they could feel a light shift around their arms. "I never told you what I did when I went into hiding. When I was alone, I mean."

Wesley has no idea why the words are coming out of their mouth. What's the point? Is it the guilt gnawing at them? Regret? Despair?

"I promised I'd stay away from any attachment when I get back. I made plans." They chuckle grimly, running their hands over their partner's head, giving as much comfort as they can give. "Told myself everything between us would no longer be the same the moment I return. Because I didn't deserve otherwise."

Wesley can sense their breathing slowly getting more ragged as the seconds go, along with the pain emitting from every inch of movement they make. Wesley almost lost them before. And they're most definitely going to lose them now.

"Because I didn't deserve you."

Silence falls between them. Wesley waits for a response, any sort of snarky retort, or maybe just a little punch. Just a little sign that they're alive.

"Do you remember when-" Wesley stops themself with another chuckle, trying to cover up the tears that begin to well up in their eyes, but it merely leads to a crack in their voice. The tears come. The tears fall. And Wesley bites their lip, an attempt to stop themself from shivering. "Do you-" they try again, but it's no use. It's useless. Everything's useless. Everything's too late.

The world made sense before, when they first met. When they sat across each other at that damn ugly table; when they talked about pranks, mischiefs, callings; when they were the ones running around the city like self-proclaimed heroes.

Why doesn't it make sense now?

"I wanted to stay." They were crying now. There was no point in hiding it--they've done enough hiding. "I know I tried to give you up but I wanted to stay." Wesley buries their face into the other's neck, desperation crawling through their insides, and they feel them slowly going limp on their arms. "Please. Please don't leave me."

Owen:

Owen remembers the first time a patient died in front of him. He remembers the helplessness, the way his mind went blank, the urge to let it all out right beside that table. He remembers not eating for a couple of weeks, recovering only when his parents and sisters paid him a visit. He remembers how it took him three months to return to his former self.

He eventually learned to accept that death exists. That in a doctor's life, there are moments when there's nothing else to be done. People die, and doctors are not gods. Doctors are not omnipotent.

But he is not a doctor today. No, at this very second, he's just a simple man, about to lose someone very important.

Here he is, tears running down his cheeks, with the person the city once called Ripper dying on the ground right in front of him, and he refuses to believe what he sees. He refuses to believe that they're dying. His right hand clutches on the coat he removed from himself earlier and presses harder on his companion's wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He knows it's not enough--he arrived too late for that--but somehow, somehow he still refuses to believe it.

He believes in miracles; surely this is the right moment for one.

He believes in a higher being; surely this would be the time to send help from above.

But why? Why is the blood still flowing out, staining his hands in deep red? Why, of all the days they've survived even against the odds, why do they have to die today?

Their eyes meet for a second and Owen immediately turns his gaze away, not liking what he saw--acceptance, relief, surrender. But when their shaking hand grasps Owen's own, bloodied fingers interlocking with each other's, his breath hitches in his throat and he raises their entwined hands to his lips.

"Please. Please," he repeatedly says as he closes his eyes, his voice cracking. "Oh, god, please."

He doesn't know what else to say. A goodbye? But that would mean he'd given up. A reassurance? But he doesn't want to make false promises.

Before he could settle on a decision, the hand joining his own goes limp and he feels his world turn upside down.

There was no need to look, no need to check their pulse. Owen was sure of it now. They're dead.

Dead.

Nothing escapes his lips further, not even a muffled sob, but beyond the appearances of tranquility, his mind fights through an invisible war.

People die. People die. He should be able to accept that, but he can't. Why, of all those who live in this forsaken city, should they have to die?

He won't be fine for a while once again. The helplessness will return, the urge to lash out will be there inside him for every second, and this time, it would take more than three months to return to his former self. If he ever will.

Jade:

This wasn't supposed to happen. They made her believe. After all the people who had made all the false promises, this person has started to make her believe. A future for the city--a future not only for their kind, but also for the powerless, for the ones who cannot fight for themselves. A future where Pharos does not have to exist, and without the underground organizations killing for territories.

How was she supposed to achieve that goal if the person she trusts the most, the one she cares for the most, who had made it all possible in the first place is right here dying, slumped against the wall?

How was she supposed to do it all on her own?

How was she supposed to live on her own?

Maybe it's her fault. Everything she touches...Everyone around her...Her parents turning to a life of crime and disappearing without any word, her brother getting himself involved in a conspiracy that's gotten more people into trouble, her own comrades dying, one by one, every time she made a move. And then this, the most important person in her life on the verge of death. What if it's all her?

Jade's thoughts are interrupted when a bloodied hand lands gently on her cheek, stroking it, tracing it. It's cold. Their hand's so cold it almost makes her flinch, but there's also the softness she'd come to known for the past few years they'd been together.

They look at her; she looks at them. Then she begins to understand. No words were needed to be spoken. Yes. This was the same hand that saved her more than a few times from her reckless plans. The same hand that convinced her not to live in the past, to stop blaming herself for things that were out of her control.

The gesture was not meant to hurt her. It was meant to tell her to keep moving forward, to remind her that she will never be alone--because they made sure she would never be alone. But even with the strained smile they offer as they caress her cheek, even with the determined eyes they keep staring at her with... tears start rolling down her cheeks.

It hurts. It hurts so much and she just wants to scream at the injustice of it all. They don't deserve this. After all the suffering they went through, after all the loss and grief they had to endure, this...this is not what they deserve.

They close their eyes, heaving a tired sigh, and the hand on her cheek slowly trails down. She bites her lip, the desperation winning over her frustration for a second, and she leans forward to gently give them one final hug.

Then she whispers beside their ear, so close she's certain they'd never miss the words. This is the last time. She has to make it count. "I will fight for you. I will fight for everything you fought for, I will protect everyone you cared for, and we will win. No matter what. So take a rest, and leave the rest to me."

She didn't need to tell them how much she loves them. They already know.

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