#WLW post

[vampiredaze]

i'm so attracted to emotional intelligence like damn the way you actually listen and communicate turns me on

[valeisaslut]

thinking about going down on gamer!sub!ellie under her desk while she’s live on stream… MDNI

the stream has barely started.

ellie’s just leaned forward in her chair, tapping the keyboard with one hand, adjusting her mic with the other, that usual awkward tilt in her mouth like she’s not sure how to greet people without sounding stupid.

“uh… hey, everyone. back again. surprise, i guess.”

she laughs under her breath, a dumb little sound that makes the chat immediately light up.

leabianwitch: she's so nervous it’s cute omg elliewhore: QUEEN IS LIVE queenelliesmellie: OMG IM SO EARLY cordycepscuddles: she better be playing ranked this time or i’m rioting

you’re already under the desk.

she saw you slide down just seconds before the stream flicked on — your knees brushing hers, lips curved with something dark, eyes dragging up her flushed face.

you didn’t say much. just leaned in, close enough to feel her whole body lock up, close enough to press your mouth to the shell of her ear and whisper it.

“stay quiet for me, baby.”

and she nodded — red to the roots, hoodie already rumpled around her waist, thighs parting as if it was entirely muscle memory.

and now she’s man-spreading in the chair, trying to act like nothing’s happening. her controller sits loose in her lap, mouth parted just slightly as she scrolls the loadout screen with trembling thumbs. her eyes keep darting to the side, trying so hard to pretend she’s checking the chat and not completely unraveling with your breath already brushing the inside of her thigh.

“uhh, okay—so we’re doing, like, warm-up matches,” she mumbles, words tight at the edges. “not gonna lie, i haven’t played all week, so i’m probably gonna get smoked.”

your fingers are already slipping under the hem of her boxers, soft and cruel. just the pads tracing slow circles against her thighs, dragging higher every second. you can feel her twitch, feel how tense her body’s gotten — the strain in her knees, the way she clenches her fist too hard around the controller.

lesbianfungus: why is she fidgeting already 😭 d1nacheckpoint: you just started. girl BREATHE. ellieswhore: no bc she’s squirming and it’s been 5 minutes

you press your lips to her skin once, then again, higher. and when you kiss just beside the wet spot already blooming through her boxers, she jolts — breath caught sharp, chest rising like she’s about to say something she shouldn’t.

her mic rattles when she exhales too hard, and she fumbles to mute it. her fingers are clumsy now, jerky, knocking into her headset like she can’t remember what part does what.

and when she finally clicks the right key, her voice cuts back in. thinner this time, more fragile. “fuck—i mean—f-fuckin’... these load times, man. so long.”

you smile, lips brushing against the soaked fabric of her underwear.

chaoticneutralabby: tell me you’re getting head without telling me you’re getting head mushroomdaddy: are those TEARS in her EYES????????? elliewfireflies: hey can y’all SHUT UP LMFAO

you pull the boxers to the side.

the air hits her cunt and she jolts — thighs flexing tight, breath hitching sharp in her chest. there’s barely time for her to process it, for her brain to catch up with what’s happening between her legs and what’s happening on the screen. because then you lean in and lick a long, heavy stripe through her folds, from slick base to swollen clit, tongue dragging through the mess.

she’s soaked, sweet, glistening. her cunt is flushed and trembling, glinting wet in the soft blue light of the monitor. her labia slick and parted, twitching around nothing. above it sits that auburn bush, damp with arousal, just the way you like it.

you hum low against her, tongue slipping through her folds again — and this time, your lips seal over her clit, suck it hard, tongue flicking fast and mean.

her hips jerk, knees bucking wide. the controller nearly slips from her hands.

she tries to play. god, she tries — eyes flickering desperately between the HUD and the enemy team closing in. her fingers twitch on the triggers, but they’re too shaky. her aim’s all over the place. her character stumbles sideways, gun swinging up too slow. a shot fires off into the ground, useless.

you fuck your tongue against her harder, and she lets out a strangled little breath that sounds more like a sob than anything else.

she presses forward on the joystick, barely in control, just enough to move — and her character rounds a corner straight into the enemy. two bullets. headshot. dead.

“god—dammit."

sugarpill00: you’re not even trying anymore😭😭😭 mariaismymommy: just end the stream babe. end it. you need help elliefanpage: girl blink twice if there's someone under the desk rn

you hook your fingers and slide two in — no warning, just the stretch and the sudden wet clench of her around you, so tight you can barely move at first. her head lolls to the side like she’s been shot. mouth wide open, hands fumbling for purchase, fingers digging hard into the edge of the desk.

you curl them slow, dragging over the spot that makes her jolt, makes her gasp. her boxers are bunched at her knees now. your mouth is sealed tight around her clit, your fingers fucking her in deep, steady strokes that press into the place that splits her in half.

her thighs clamp down so hard they shake the chair. and her mic — poor mic — picks up the breathy oh fuckfuckfuckfuck that spills out before she can catch it.

the chat erupts.

yourmomsfavoritegay: OMG OMG OMG OMG loveashleyjohnson: THAT WAS A SEX NOISE fungalmommy: YALL SHE CAME SHE FUCKING CAME elliesimp420: im gonna kms this is the best stream ever

but she hasn’t. not yet. she’s close though — fuck, she’s so close, and it’s driving her out of her mind. her hips won’t stay still, her moans are getting higher, tighter, desperate.

you don’t stop. you can’t. you fuck her harder, fingers soaked, clit swollen under your tongue. she’s grabbing at your hair now, hard enough to make your scalp sting.

“i’m turning it off—fuck, guys, i—i’ll be back later—”

she slams a key with one shaking hand. the stream ends mid–stutter, screen fading to black, the final audio clipping on her wrecked, ruined little gasp — half-swallowed, too breathless to be coherent.

and now it’s just you and her.

no chat, no mic, just the hum of the PC tower and the desperate twitch of her thighs as you push her over the edge.

you growl low against her cunt as slick floods your hand, dripping messily down your wrist, the heat of her so intense you swear you feel it in your spine. her hips are jolting up, wild and uncoordinated, no longer holding anything back.

“fuckfuckfuck— oh my god— baby!” she gasps, the words crashing out of her between broken moans, her chest heaving, fingers yanking at your hair like she’s scared she might float away.

you suck her harder. swirl your tongue in dizzying circles. and then—she breaks.

it rips out of her with a sob, full-bodied and raw, her spine arching off the chair like a live wire, her thighs snapping shut around your head. she’s coming — fuck, she’s coming — her cunt pulsing around your fingers, clit throbbing under your tongue, every inch of her shaking and trying to breathe through it.

you don’t stop.

not even when her legs twitch. not when her cunt tightens again, fluttering like she’s riding the edge of a second wave. not when she whimpers, “please,” like it’s the only word she remembers how to say.

her thighs tremble violently. her entire body stiffens, then collapses — twitching and boneless and wrecked.

and then — silence.

her legs fall open, weak and shaking, arms dropping limp at her sides. her breath comes in jagged, uneven pants, chest rising and falling like she just ran through hell barefoot.

her hand’s still tangled in your hair, loose now, useless, as if she forgot how to let go.

you look up at her and her face is flushed all the way up to her ears. there’s a line of sweat trailing down the side of her neck, and her eyes, when they blink open, are gone, glassy and ruined.

you smirk.

“you okay up there, baby?”

ellie groans, voice completely shot. “i fucking hate you.”

you kiss her inner thigh, tongue dragging up the sweet mess that’s leaked all the way down. “no you don’t.”

“no,” she breathes, hoarse, barely there. “i really fucking don’t.”

you lick her again, just to feel her flinch — mean, tongue curling around her still-swollen clit.

“babe,” she whines, high-pitched and trembling. “you’re gonna kill me.”

you grin against her pussy. her slick of her coats your chin, your fingers still inside her, her walls fluttering around you like she doesn’t want to let you go.

“good.”

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[chaoticbottom]

not to sound like a whore, but can we go to an aquarium date?

[butchqueersapphic]

Paris lesbian club, 1934

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[spookys4pphic]

“You’re a nerd” I say as I look at you with heart eyes while you info dump to me

[mariblahblahs]

do you guys even like girls that have this ...

[just-kattt]

I need to fucking draw this

new yuri image for desperate lesbians just dropped

[thatwriterjaxx]

me bc I might get to sit in the car and *possibly* hold hands with her tmr (we’re seeing a concert together maybe)

logging into tumblr like yes i love women and my hobbies include yearning and being silly.

[liart-ez]

Ahorita soy una máquina de hacer fanarts, siento que cuando se me baje voy a tener un artblock de unos 2 años

[ladycharlottexoxo]

hiiiii! not sure if you've done this already and if you're fine with it buuuut definitely thinking about vi who uses the hexstrap for the first time and feels... [holy sht] everything... wanting to put a baby in you (i bet she sounds like she's the one getting fked, whimpering and all) and vi definitely cockwarms reader after like... "Nope. Staying right inside. You're not making me pull out. I'll happily die like this. Put it on my tomb." something like that pretty please 🥺🙏

(wow that's a mouthful of a req sorry 😫)

hexstrap, breeding, cockwarming, strap referred to as vi's cock

⊹ ࣪ ˖ vi was skeptical at the start and claimed no sort of technology could match the pace of her and her comfort strap but slowly she started to warn up to the idea of using a hexstrap. with trembling slender fingers she opened the box, “it looks decent enough,” she whispered and pulled the phallic shaped toy out of the box, “so i just put it on as per the usual?” you nodded excitedly and jumped into bed, in position. you grinned, bottom lip tucked beneath your front teeth in sheer excitement.

“puttin’ it inside,” vi warned and leaned close between your legs, sinking the first few inches inside. her eyes widened before melting shut, “ffffuck!” you giggled at her reaction, “yeah?” vi shook her head, “i need you to hit me for not considering this earlier. you're so tight, and so warm, and— fuck!—” she thrusted it all the way inside making you squeak in surprise— “fuck! fuck! fuck!”

her words were punctuated with her hexstrap ramming into your squelching wet cunt. vi moaned louder than you did, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she rammed inside harder. “mmmmm!” she panted like a bitch in heat, her hexstrap's tip grazing your cervix.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “oh vi you're so big,” you gasped and scratched down her back, nails dragging against her calloused skin. “please let me fill you up,” vi pleaded pathetically as she slammed her hips against yours, eyebrows knitted together as sweat beaded on her temple. “aww,” you giggled, voice shuddering in your throat before you nodded, “give me your babies,” vi grunted loudly and finished— thick ropes of semen painting your insides white.

you both took a moment, breaths shaky as you both tried to compose yourselves. then vi moved but she moved you along with her, just so she was still buried to the hilt in your pussy. “mmm, vi, pull out?” you mumbled tiredly. vi shook her head, “no can do, princess. nope, im stayin’ right in your pretty pussy,” she breathed a sigh of relief, “ill happily die with my dick in you. put that shit on my tomb for all i care.” vi said before her tired voice trailed off.

[stylishpaige]

concussion; paige bueckers

paring: wnba paige bueckers x fem! oc

paige was laying her couch, hoodie half on, blanket barely covering her legs, remote in one hand and a stubborn little scowl on her face.

"i'm fine," she mumbled for the fifth time, eyes squinting at the tv screen like it was personally offending her.

"you're not fine," i said, walking in with a cold water bottle and the little blue ice pack she kept tossing to the side.

"bro," she muttered. "it's not even that bad."

i stood in front of her until she looked up.

"paige."

she sighed, dramatic, but soft. "yes, ma'am?"

"ice. now."

she took it with the most reluctant little grunt and held it to her temple. i sat down next to her and gently pulled the blanket around us.

"i don't need you babyin' me," she said, but her voice was already starting to slur a little from how tired she was.

"i'm not babying you," i whispered, brushing my fingers through her hair. "i'm loving you."

she got real quiet after that. just blinked slow and leaned her head against my chest. her favorite spot.

"this sucks," she mumbled.

"i know, baby."

"can't hoop. can't even go to film."

"but you can sit still and let your loving girlfriend take care of you."

she snorted, barely a smile. "you just like bossin' me around."

"you like it when i do."

she didn't argue.

i kissed her forehead, slow and soft. her skin was warm under the ice pack, her hand gripping mine like she was trying to pretend she wasn't needy. but i knew her too well for that.

"your head still hurt?" i asked.

"mmhm."

"you need anything?"

"just.. stay right here, with me."

so i did. turned off the tv. rubbed slow circles into her thigh. let her breathe against my neck like i was the only thing keeping her steady.

she shifted a little, just enough to meet my eyes. the room was quiet — no tv, no phone buzzing, no noise. just us.

paige looked at me like she was about to say something else, then stopped herself.

"what?" i asked softly.

she swallowed. blinked slow.

"i love you," she said, barely above a whisper.

my chest tightened in the best way.

i leaned in and kissed her — soft, still, like time paused just for this.

"i love you too," i whispered against her lips.

she exhaled, like she'd been holding that in for a while. then she smiled — real and sleepy and all hers.

"you mean it?"

"i wouldn't say it if i didn't."

"okay," she mumbled, letting her head fall back onto my chest. "cool. just makin' sure."

i laughed quietly and wrapped my arms around her.

she was asleep within minutes, fingers still tangled with mine, that little smile still on her face.

and i swear — in that moment, even with ice packs and headaches and all — everything felt right.

[soggyriceee]

Hii could you do ellie eating you out from behind, like reader is laying face down on bed.

And if it could be like slow pure bliss ypur texts are pure bliss girl you ate every time💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

ellie was very patient with you when it came to sex. ellie was a hornball, and she was embarrassed of it truly. but she never, in the beginning, showed it. she didn’t wanna scare you or make you think that’s all she wanted you for, especially because it wasn’t at all.

but when you finally got comfortable enough to have your first time with her, she took every moment after that to fuck you. she was desperate and wanted to do so many things to you. for you. she was such a pleaser for you yes, but she’d always guide you as well.

so when you were sitting on her face for the 2nd time now, she carelessly asked, “turn around for me?”

you stopped your hips, still shy about being this exposed and vulnerable, and looking down at her. “around?” you questioned. how many positions are there to eat pussy?

she’d smile and nod, guiding you off her and to the bed, rising simultaneously. “that’s right.. turn around and arch that pretty ass in the air baby.” she’d grin, already flipping your body over. you couldn’t help the red that painted your face, her words and slutty mouth still something you weren’t used too

she’d hum behind you, trailing her finger down your spine, grazing the small butterfly tattoo on the lower corner of your hip. such a small, innocent tattoo. “your body’s so beautiful babe.. i’m so lucky.” she’d praise, her hand gliding the curve of your ass before landing a gentle slap. it would catch you off guard, an embarassed drag of her name coming from you.

she’d giggle behind you, leaning down to literally bite your ass as she makes herself comfortable between your legs. “ellie!” you squeal, rubbing the stinging spot. “you’re just so cute.. fuck look at this pussy so wet.” she’d sigh, grinning at the sigh above her face.

gosh why did she have to have such a dirty mouth? it made your clit pound nonetheless, but it made you so shy! you never knew what to say, but it was cute to her. a bit. she was teaching you how to talk to her, slowly but surely.

“now sit on my face baby.. keep that back arched for me okay? face in the mattress there you go.” she’d say, eyes rolling up to watch you. her tongue would slide right into your hole as you lowered yourself onto her, the perfection of that making you both moan out. her hands wrapped around your hips, slowly going back to guiding them back and forth.

her tongue would drag slow and gentle against the pace she was making your hips go, moaning low against your pussy. she was in heaven, listening to you whine and feeling you rut against her. her eyes would flutter close, moaning against your cunt as she lazily dragged her tongue.

“s-shit ..” you’d whimper out, fingers curling into the sheets as your eyes fell closed. “talk to me baby.. feels good yea?” she cooed, letting your hips go as you absentmindedly moved them yourself. you’d nod your head quick, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “y-yea..” you wouldn’t even notice the absence of her touch, completely engulfed in pleasure as you rode her face

ellie couldn’t help but whimper into your cunt as her fingers slid in her boxers, pressing them onto her clit. she was so wet, but she managed to get the perfect pressure and rhythm. “ellie..” you’d pant out, head tipping back as that feeling came back

she’d open her eyes to watch you above her, boobs sitting so pretty. with her free hand, she’d bring her fingers to your nipples, pinching the buds. you’d gasp, looking down at her. her eyes told you just how much pleasure she was in, despite you not even noticing her fingers fucking into her. “you gonna cum baby?” she’d ask, muffled against your pussy

you’d nod rapidly, arms holding you up as your hips staggered. “use your words.” she’d say, the end of her sentence raising in pitch. she needed to hear you talk, it would get her off so good. hearing your pathetic voice tremble as you begged her to cum. “s-say please.”

she’d watch the embarrassment hit your face but her gaze didn’t get any softer. “f-fuck ellie .. please can i.. gosh this is so w..weird!” you laughed awkwardly, your knees starting to tighten around her head. her brows would furrow, watching your head dip into the mattress, listening to you get louder, more whiny. “don’t make me say it twice babe.”

youd grunt, pushing yourself up as your fingers found her hair. “please.. please ellie. can i c-cum?” you’d finally beg, eyes looking down at her pleadingly. you could see the smile in her eyes as she nodded, blind to you her hips bucking up. “g’head baby.”

get fingers wohkd pump faster, feeling herself clench and pulse. it’d be hard for the girl to keep her tongue moving, eventually she’d get so overtaken with pleasure she held her tongue out for you to use freely. her eyes were rolled back, tiny, breathless “fucks” coming from below. “g’nna cum with you babe..” she’d say, wat quieter than she wanted

but you were already too far gone, jaw slack as you came all over her lips and chin. ellie didn’t even have much time to process it, suddenly feeling yoh drip all over her while your clit pounded. “o-oh my..!” you cried out, your fingers gripping the sheets as your hips dragged against her.

her eyes would widen just for a second, before her own body shook beneath you. her eyes would squeeze shut, toes curling as she moaned right into your cunt. her tongue would fall back into her mouth and her eyes would fall, though she still managed to pucker her lips, pressing the softest, most gentle kisses to your pussy. “you’re so good babe.” she’d finally speak up

you’d swallow, opening your eyes as you began to realize you were still laying on her face. but you couldn’t move even if you wanted too, ellie holdinf your hips in place. “ellie come on..” you began, but she was already sliding her tongue right back into you. but you should’ve expected it anyways, Ellie told you she was an eater

[slutforvika]

♱ reader gets impatient from sevika working all day

warnings: oral (reader receives), names used: baby, angel, sevi; MDNI! divider: jimzittos

“seviiii babyyy,” you drag, laying on your guys’s shared bed. sevika sits at her desk that is in front of the edge of the bed. she looks back at you, turning her chair with an annoyed look.

“angel, i have to get this finished. when you call my name 10 times per minute it’s going to make it longer before i can even come to bed with you,” she explains, but you roll your eyes sighing.

“it’s been all day you’ve been doing work! we barely spoke at ALL today, and worst of all you haven’t even touched me! how can i be patient if-“

“come to the edge of the bed,” she interrupts, patting the mattress for you to sit at. you look at her amused, her giving the same look back. “isn’t this what you wanted?” she asks, confused on why you’re not moving.

in a swift movement, you begin to move to the edge of the bed, sitting down where she patted. with a smirk on her face, she moves off her chair and to her knees, in front of your legs.

“lift,” she says, placing her big hands on your sides, on the waistband of your shorts. you obey, lifting your bottom slightly off the mattress, her pulling both your panties and shorts down. you sit back on the bed. “wider baby,” she says, using her hands to help you spread your legs wider.

she takes her finger and slides it slowly down your sensitive clit, reading your reaction, a quiet whimper escaping your lips. “so sensitive,” she whispers, looking back down at your soaked pussy, slinging your legs over her shoulders.

she dives straight into your warmth, your hand immediately going to grip her hair, your hips twitching at the sudden action.

“oh fuck sevi!” you cry, her slurping you up as she sucks harshly at your folds. you can’t help but thrust into her mouth, her grip on your thighs tightening as she holds them down. “s’ too much!” you say, eyes watering.

sevika gives amazing head, but this time it felt 100x better since you were extra needy from not being touched all day.

a strangled moan leaves your lips, your thighs starting to clamp tightly around her head, a groan coming from her in response. she continues to expertly lick, flick, and suck at your cunt like it was her last time doing it.

your grip tightens on her hair, eyes rolling backwards. “ssso good v—ika,” you say, her teeth grazing your tender clit, you bucking up again and pushing your needy pussy up her face.

“taste so good, princess,” she murmurs against you before going back to absolutely devouring you.

your legs start to shake uncontrollably, but when you feel her tongue shoved into your cunt, that’s when you finally reach your orgasm, cumming all over her tongue.

the sound of sevika swallowing every drop of your juices and your moans fill the room when she lets your legs go, your breathing heavy.

“fucking hate it when you’re impatient — you have no idea what more i wanna do to you right now,” she says, lifting up off the floor and looking down at your face coated in tears, a teasing smile on your face.

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[meadowfics]

lonely shades of blue

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: you return to the squid games to destroy it, but you're haunted by visions of sae-byeok, whose guidance leads you back to her.

warnings: major character death. hallucination!sae-byeok. spiritual themes. angst.

requested by @saebyeokbliss <3

the dormitory is cold, just as you remembered it.

you lie on your bunk, the thin mattress doing little to shield you from the cold metal beneath. the glow from the piggy bank, holding all of the blood money, buzzes faintly.

it’s night....or what passes for night in the squid game, where time is a construct dictated by the whims of faceless captors. you’re back here, three years after you and gi-hun walked away, swearing never to return.

it took away the woman you loved most.

unfortunately,the pull of justice and of tearing this hellish game apart, brought you both back.

you didn’t expect it to bring you back to her.

sae-byeok.

its a loving name which is a wound that never closes, a dull ache that flares into sharp pain when you’re alone like this. you loved her...love her still...with a fierceness that time hasn’t dulled.

every day since her death, you’ve carried her absence like a weight in your chest. you see her face in the quiet moments, hear her voice in the spaces between heartbeats.

here, in this cursed place, she feels closer than ever.

her soul is.

you close your eyes, and there she is.

not a memory, not quite a ghost, but something in between. she is a figment born of grief and longing.

she sits on the edge of your bunk, her dark hair falling just over one shoulder, her eyes sharp yet soft, just as they were when she was alive.

sae-byeok is wearing the green tracksuit, number 067 stitched on her chest. your lover's presence feels warm, not cold like the dormitory air.

“you shouldn’t be here,” she says. sae's voice is low, carrying that familiar edge of concern, “this place… it’s not for people like you. why did you come back?”

you open your eyes, staring at the underside of the bunk above. she’s not there, of course.

she’s gone.

you answer anyway, whispering into the dark.

“i had to come back. for you. for all of them.”

you close your eyes again, and she’s back, leaning closer now.

“you can’t save everyone,” she says, “you need to watch out for yourself for once. you’re too reckless.”

“like you were any better,” you murmur, a bitter smile tugging at your lips. you remember her in the games from three years ago, always with that flicker of kindness she tried to hide while trying to protect you, her loving girlfriend.

she’d saved you more times than you could count, even when it meant risking herself.

unfortunately, you’d failed to save her.

it haunts you every night.

“don’t do that,” she says, as if reading your thoughts. her voice is gentle but firm, “don’t carry that guilt. it’ll crush you.”

“it already has,” you whisper.

she doesn’t reply, but you feel the weight of her gaze, even if it’s just in your mind.

you’ve had these conversations every night since you re-entered the games three days ago with gi-hun.

each time, she’s there, offering advice, warnings, or just silence when you need it.

you know she’s not real, but her words feel like truth, like pieces of her you’ve stitched together from memory.

they keep you grounded, keep you fighting, even as the games grind you down again.

the days blur together, each game a fresh nightmare. you and gi-hun stick close, your shared mission to dismantle this place binding you tighter than ever.

the other players are more desperate than the ones from 2021... their eyes hollow with the same hunger you remember.

you see sae-byeok in them sometimes...the ones who fight not just for themselves, but for someone they love outside these walls.

tonight, you’re alone again.

the dormitory quieter than usual. the last game, some twisted version of a race, claimed too many lives, and the survivors are too exhausted to whisper or scheme.

you lie on your bunk, staring at the ceiling, and she appears again.

“you’re slipping,” she says, her voice sharper this time. she’s sitting cross-legged at the foot of your bed, her hands folded in her lap.

“you’re not paying attention. you almost died today with that flying stone.”

“i know,” you say, your voice hoarse.

you’d frozen during the game, a moment of hesitation that nearly cost you everything. gi-hun and daeho had helped you just in time.

“i’m trying.”

“try harder,” she says, her eyes narrowing.

“you think i’d let you give up? after everything?”

you laugh, a broken sound.

“you’re not even here, sae-byeok.”

sae-byeok expression softens, and for a moment, she looks almost real enough to touch.

“i’m here as long as you need me to be,” she says, “but you have to keep going. for both of us.”

you turn your head, pressing your face into the thin pillow to hide the tears.

“i miss you,” you whisper as a tear falls down your right cheek, “every day. every second.”

she doesn’t answer, but you feel a phantom warmth, like her hand brushing against yours.

when you look up, she’s gone, and the dormitory is just as cold and empty as before.

the next game is announced at the arena of the next game.

mingle, they call it.

a sick parody of a children’s game, where having trust can save your life. you stand in the colorful arena, the walls painted in garish colors, like a child’s circus twisted into something sinister.

the rules are simple but brutal: form groups, but choose wrong or don't get into the doors on time... you’re out.

permanently.

gi-hun is beside you, his face grim.

“stay alert,” he mutters.

“we need to find the right amount of people each round.”

you nod, but your mind is elsewhere. you feel her presence before you see her, a flicker at the edge of your vision.

sae-byeok, standing just out of reach, her tracksuit stark against one of the blue doors.

she’s watching you, her expression unreadable.

“don’t trust people,” she says, her voice cutting through the chatter of the other players even though she seems further way, “they’ll push you out of the doors at the last minute if you are not careful.”

you glance around, trying to focus.

when you survive two rounds of mingle, sae-byeok is still in the same spot as if she was still alive.

"do you see him?" she nods.

you hesitate as you look over her direction... seeing player 333.

"watch out for him." sae-byeok’s voice is in your ear again.

as each round for mingle passes by, the groups get smaller.

you’re running out of time, and the other players are getting desperate.

when the clock hits zero, and you're locked out of the blue door that you so desperately tried to throw yourself into, you stumble, falling to your knees as player 333 locks you out the door.

the arena spins, the colors blurring into a nauseating swirl.

the next second she’s there, right beside you, closer than she’s ever been.

sae-byeok kneels in front of you, her eyes locked on yours. she’s so vivid, so real, that for a moment you forget she’s not.

“you’re a good person at heart,” she says, her voice soft but steady, “you always were. that’s why i loved you.”

tears stream down your face, and you reach for her, but your hands pass through air.

“sae-byeok,” you choke out, “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry i couldn’t save you back then.”

“its alright, but you didn't need to save me this time,” she says, her smile bittersweet, “you needed to save yourself. for me.”

the guard’s boots crunch closer, the gun’s barrel glinting in the light. you close your eyes, clinging to her image, to the sound of her voice.

“i love you,” you whisper, “i’ll always love you.”

“and I love you,” she says, and her voice is the last thing you hear before the shot rings out.

the world doesn’t fade.

it shatters.

you’re weightless for a moment, suspended between life and death, and then you’re falling, the arena’s colors bleeding into darkness. when you open your eyes, you’re somewhere else...a place without walls, without pain.

it’s soft and warm, like the sunlight she used to chase on rare days outside the games.

she’s there, waiting for you.

not a hallucination, not a memory, but sae-byeok, whole and real.

sae-byeok's hand reaches for yours, and this time, it’s solid, warm, alive.

“you did good,” she says, her voice free of the weight it carried before, “you fought hard. gi-hun is very upset right now, but he will be here soon too.”

“is this real?” you ask, your voice trembling.

she smiles, that rare, unguarded smile you’d only seen a handful of times.

“does it matter?”

you laugh, the sound breaking free from the grief that’s held you for three years. you pull her close, and she’s warm against you, her heartbeat steady under your touch.

“no,” you say.

“it doesn’t.”

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