ivonhart

[ivonhart]

SMUT WRITERS

I. DESPERATELY. NEED. SMUT. ON. ABBY.

LOOK AT HIM

LOOK. AT.

hehehehehehehehehehhehe

anyway. smut writers…PLEASE

I need smut where bros like desperate or sum idk I just need something. ANYTHING.

NO DUB/NON-CON get that SHIT away from me

I can’t write smut but lord knows I read it and I NEED smut on him

[ivonhart]

when I look up saja boys fics and the first fic is literally non-con/dub-con

GET THAT FUCKASS WARNING OFF MY DAMN SCREEN BRO

yall know how I feel about that shit 🚬🫩

[ivonhart]

threw back an energy drink at 10pm and started writing the beginning of the paul story I posted about

so here is what I got so far - I already know that this is prbs gonna be long so there is a chance I might make it a two part short story or sum cuz I wanna involve bella and the reader’s relationship with the cullens (spoiler she hates carlisle cuz she doesn’t believe he had a right to turn so many - irked me so bad when I found out he only turned rosalie to be edward’s mate and how he like knew esme since she was a kid or whatever)

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“I’ll find you.” The voice…her voice whispered itself within the winds that carried the ashes of her beloved into the dark sky. Her bright red eyes seemingly glowing in the reflection of the fire that burned in front of her as she turned her head to the moon that shone down on the funeral pile. “I’ll find you…over and over again.”

Paul shot up from a dead sleep with strained gasp and a burning in his chest he couldn’t place. His wide eyes frantically scanned the room for any potential threats as his skin prickled with the pain of something long forgotten.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing the man’s heart rate slowed down as he hunched over in his bed; now soaked from sweat. The moment he tried to take a breath was when he realized he was crying…for a sob tore from his mouth with the exhale of air that left him. “I’ll find you…”

He felt his body begin to shake as tears fell down his cheeks, staining the blanket that haphazardly laid across his legs. “...over and over again.” He curled in on himself in an attempt to stiffen his sobs as her voice continued to ring in his ears.

A voice laced with pain that he would never feel - grief that he would never experience - love that he would soon come to know.

It felt like hours had passed before Paul fell back on to his pillow with a heavy sigh. Ever since Paul fazed he began to have dreams of the woman belonging to the voice he heard. It started small…a scent.

A scent so sweet he woke with drool falling from his mouth and a disdain for any other smell that would invade his nose. The scent would change from time to time…but the underlying sweetness that enveloped his senses stayed.

Then her voice came. Sometimes she spoke with an accent or in a completely different language, but her cadence always stayed the same. He would wake from the dreams with ringing in his ears from where her voice would whisper throughout his sleep.

Sometimes during his early years after fazing he would swear he would catch her scent on the wind. Faint…as if the ocean breeze brought it to him from the otherside of the world.

Each day he felt as though he was simply wandering through his life. Always in a state of anger with no real reason. A desperate desire to simply close his eyes and hope her smell and voice would come to him again consuming his every waking moment.

It wasn’t until Sam came to him one day some time after his first faze. “It’s your imprint.” He would go on to explain how some elders within the tribe believed that your imprint followed your soul even after death. That no matter what you would find one another.

“So like a soulmate bond or something? Our souls are bound to reincarnate over and over again to find each other?” He had replied with a snap that he couldn’t bite back. Sam only hummed and shrugged his shoulders. “If that’s how you want to see it.” He stayed up that night thinking about it.

The idea of reincarnation was a losing belief within his people and Paul was amongst the many that didn’t believe in it, but now he wasn’t so sure. The language she would sometimes speak were words from a language long forgotten. The words and phrases she would use were outdated in todays’ vocabulary.

When he fell asleep that night he would finally get a glimpse of her and his reservations on the belief would be shattered. For when he opened his eyes in that dream a faceless woman would stand before him in the memory dressed in garments that dated far past the current century. He woke the next day thinking that maybe…those beliefs weren’t as stupid as he once thought.

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be gentle yall it’s been a rough couple of days 🫩

ALSO I looked up and some sources say that the Quileute believed in reincarnation (like many other native tribes - from what google has told me) so I’m running with that

[ivonhart]

yall where is my remmick fics where the reader matches his freak 💔

its always dubcon or dubious consent 🫩 (yall followers know how much I hate that shit) like god forbid the reader is into it

and someone gimme some fluff all I’m finding is smut - I might write one at some point but god DAMN my job sucks the life outta me

I’m kinda blabbing but whatever

gimme a reader that matches his freak - a reader that scares him but bros in love

SOMEONE PLEASE

[ivonhart]

Ugh I need more soft sevika fics! There’s not enough fluff!! Looooved your sevika x long haired reader fic, it was so perfect!

I’m so glad you liked it!!! Sevika is a certified softy idc what anyone says

[ivonhart]

okay since netflix brought back the twilight movies I watched them all again - as one does - and now I can’t stop thinking about this Paul oneshot idea

I just imagine the reader being a vampire like one of the first ones recorded - like she OLD as hell in regards to ages like thousands of years old

the oneshot would be the cullens calling for her help cuz the Renesmee situation and when the reader comes Paul imprints on her…but it doesn’t stop there

he finds out. all his past lives. also. imprinted on her.

The idea of a vampire finding their soulmate over and over again through them reincarnating is made me feel things

this idea came to fruition because of this post by @scoliobean and now it’s all I’m thinking about (sorry for the random tag diva I just try to credit my inspiration)

[ivonhart]

only for you | sevika x fem long haired!reader

— one shot

masterlist

cross posted on ao3

requested by: @almostdeepestwombat

gif credit: @terrapia

summary: Sevika finds you after you help Jinx through one of her episodes

a/n: Straight up blacked out and came to with this on my computer

For as long as Silco could remember you were there. The one most loyal to him. Even in the most trying times he would turn to find you standing right behind him with a proud smile.

You…the first person to believe in his vision for Zaun to flourish into an independent nation no matter what actions were deemed necessary. Even after the blisters within the bedrock crumbled apart, you were always there.

You were there when he lost his eye. You were there when he first came up with the idea of Shimmer. You were there when he finally got his revenge…and you were there when he found her. A little girl, Felicia’s youngest, no more than twelve, curled up in his arms as he stared up at you with wide eyes.

The rain running down the cracks along his face as the fire behind you illuminated his orange eye. You hadn’t seen the girl since the death of her mother. The betrayal of Vander splitting your once large found family into only two.

For years it had just been you and Silco…but now, as you lifted your gaze from the man to those around you…it seemed as though your once family of two grew in size. Brutes…from Sevika’s group had now aligned themselves with Silco.

For months you had heard whispers of Sevika’s faith wavering in Vander, but when she jumped in front of the blast you knew she would become a prominent part in your life. And you were right. Due to what she did to protect Silco, and you, she quickly worked her way into Silco’s inner circle.

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It had almost been three years since Silco took in Powd—Jinx and your life took a drastic turn. Not only because of the little girl you found yourself caring for…but because of the brute of a woman that was now Silco’s most trusted subordinate.

She became a constant in your life that left you breathless and flushed in ways you’ve never felt before. For as long as you could remember all your time was focused on freeing Zaun and each day you got closer and closer to it thanks to Silco.

And that dream was within reach…it had to have been. Silco managed to secure power over the Undercity with you by his side. As the two of you had always dreamed about. It wasn’t until Silco pointed it out that you realized what you might be feeling. “I believe you are smitten with her.” 

Silco suddenly teased one night as the two of you drank during your weekly catch ups. No matter what…the two of you set time aside to simply be in the company of one another without the weight of work looming over you.

You playfully scolded the man as you hid your burning cheeks behind your glass filled with the Undercity’s finest liquor. The man couldn’t fight the chuckle that passed his lips and he leaned back in his chair. “I’m just stating what I see.” 

It wouldn’t be until a month or so later that you would think back on your brother’s–for all intensive purposes–words. It was late at night as you stumbled out of Jinx’s room with sluggish movements.

She had experienced another manic episode, leaving her in a state that was dangerous for herself and those around her. At this point in time you were accustomed to helping her through it…but that didn’t mean you got out unscathed.

The episode was a brutal one which caused the girl to claw at your body, leaving deep scratches from where she dragged her nails across your skin.

Your hair was also a mess. Normally it would be hanging loose down to your knees after all the years of never cutting it, but because of Jinx it was now terribly knotted.

On Jinx’s good days, the young girl was obsessed with braiding your hair, but it wasn’t a good day. You slowly started making your way towards your room before you collided with what felt like a brick wall.

If it wasn’t for the metal arm that wrapped around your waist you would’ve tumbled over. Then the familiar voice that sent warmth throughout your body slowly cursed as you were held.

“Watch where you’re goi–” You looked up at Sevika and her sentence died in her throat when she took in your appearance. “Fucking hell you look like shit.”

She quickly said while getting you steady on your feet. You were too tired to register how her touch, even from her cold metal arm, left your skin on fire. “Yeah…Jinx had an episode.”

You mumbled as you looked at her. The woman simply nodded her head, knowing about the episodes, before turning on her heel. “Well let's get you cleaned up then.”

-

Sevika told herself that the reason she found herself tending to your wounds was because if Silco found out she left his sister alone in this state he’d have her head…but a part of her knew that wasn’t the whole truth.

Since joining Silco, Sevika always noted how beautiful you were. With each passing day she found herself looking at you more and more and subsequently sought out a brothel worker with similar hair and eye color to you in her free time.

About a year into her new life she couldn’t hold back the small flirty remarks she sent your way, feeling a sick sense of pride in the way she made your cheeks heat up with simple words. You were beautiful…but what she found most alluring was your hair.

When she first met you that night in the warehouse the moonlight caused your tailbone-length hair to shine within the style you pulled it into that day. She caught herself thinking about running her hands through it while she kissed you. Pulling it while she fucked you.

Tending to it while you got ready in the morning. For three years you wormed your way into her mind and her heart, leaving her with feelings she never thought possible to feel.

Now you sat before her with heavy bags under your eyes and knee-length hair knotted so bad it would take all night for you to brush it out. If you even could. You were a tough woman, it was another thing that pulled Sevika in so hard, but as she looked at you in the low lighting so noted just how tired you were.

Sevika couldn’t imagine having to care for the little psycho that Silco took in alongside her. The woman didn’t say anything as she began maneuvering you so that she would get behind you and begin working on your hair. Never in her life had she held something as softly as she held your hair.

She started at the bottom, slowly combing through the knots mindful of what caused you pain. It wasn’t until an hour or so later did you finally speak. “You’re not as scary as people think.”

Your words were almost slurred as you struggled to keep your eyes open. The feeling of someone caring for your hair always relaxed you, resulting in you falling in and out of a semi-conscious state.

Only for you…the woman thought as she finished brushing the last knot out before scooping you up and walking you to your room. As she put you on your bed she felt you cup her jaw and the faintest kiss brushed her cheek before you fell against your pillow, leaving the brute with burning cheeks to stumble out of your room. 

[ivonhart]

I’m thinking about posting blurbs of story ideas

cuz those that have been with me for a while know I tend to yap about story ideas but never do anything with it cuz there isn’t enough time in the day nor energy from me

but with the blurbs I was thinking about it just being posts of me explaining the plot of the story idea and maybe adding some writing snippets in here and there that rattle around in my head

feel like it could also help me stay out of writers block cuz when I have so many ideas I tend to get overwhelmed

[ivonhart]

EEEEE THAT WAS AMAZING!!!! thank you so much oomfie, you did great I loved the fic!!! Definitely worth the time <333 -🎪

I’m so glad you liked it ^0^ (ignore my late ass response sometimes after I post something I crawl back into my little cave and disappear)

[ivonhart]

squid games angst | fem little sister!reader

— headcanons

masterlist

requested by: 🎪 anonymous

gif credit: @bladesrunner

summary: Headcanons of what it would be like to be the little sister of Ali Abdul, Choi Su-bong, and Seong Gi-hun

a/n: !! warnings: death, racism, su*cide !! / this took FOREVER my goWd but it’s finally done / started off strong but I think I lost my way with the last two 💔

ali abdul x younger sister!reader:

Ever since you were young your older brother, Ali, was by your side / he was more constant in your life then your parents / him taking up a parental role in your life while your parents worked

His caring heart and optimistic attitude filled your life, resulting in you to pick up his attitude / so when you told him you received a scholarship for a school in South Korea you swore he jumped to the moon in excitement, causing you to laugh with overwhelming glee

You nervously shifted back and forth on your feet as you stood in front of your brother and his wife. “Maybe I should stay.” You quickly said while ringing the handle of your carry-on between your hands.

“The baby is almost here! You’re going to need help.” You tried to reason. Ali’s wife laughed slightly while holding her large stomach. Ali was quick to frantically shake his head. “Nonsense, Sister.” He grabbed your shoulders with a wide smile.

“You earned this scholarship so you must go! Plus, Mother will be with us to help.” His infectious enthusiasm caused you to mimic his smile with bright eyes. “Okay.”

You said after taking a deep breath and nodding your head. With teary-eyed goodbyes you boarded your plane to your new home. To your new future.

It took one year in South Korea for your wide-eyed, optimistic outlook on life to be squashed like a bug on a sidewalk / leaving you with a bitter attitude and a lack of friends

It was quickly made clear to you how xenophobic the people were here / especially to you due to the fact you were from Pakistan

The only thing that kept you from coming back was Ali’s announcement that he was going to move there with his wife and their newly born child

You tried to deter him / tried to tell him that it wasn’t worth it / that it wouldn’t work…but, always the optimist, he spoke about a job opportunity and the chance at a new life

Everything had turned on its head a year later

Ali had been denied his paychecks for the past six months and you were drowning in sudden college debt after your school pulled your scholarship

They claimed you weren’t meeting your standards…but when you found out your scholarship position was filled by a Korean you realized it was most likely because of your origins

You ended up having to move in with your brother and aided to his wife and their child as well as chores around the house

Then…one day you and your brother were approached by a mysterious man with a briefcase / a raw cheek and a tad bit richer later you and your brother spoke about the brown cards that laid on the kitchen table

Your dark eyes stared down at the cards that were placed in front of you and your brother. “I don’t know…” You began. “Don’t you think it’s a little too good to be true?” Ali looked up at you with a sad face.

The bright-eyed sister he bid farewell to so long ago was now an untrusting stranger. He could never tell you…but he missed you.

Yes, you were still his sister. Yes, he still loved you…but you had changed. He simply shrugged. “What’s the harm in trying?”

You had to go back into the game / the debt was too much / you couldn’t pay it off

Despite the fact you could die and dispute the fact you originally voted to leave…you had to go back

Your brother had the same idea because when you woke up in the familiar large white room you saw him

This resulted in you scolding him in your native language

Now you found yourself teamed up with an old man and two relatively older men / no where near as old as 001 but definitely not as young as you and your brother

Unlike your brother you were standoffish with them / so long of racist comments towards you caused you to keep them at arms legend

Perhaps you were apart of the problem / treating people badly because of how they looked…but in a game where the death of someone meant more money in the bank caused you to be suspicious of everyone

Gi-hun was far too naive / Sangwoo was far too calculating / Sae-byeok was far too skittish

You were even put off by the old man that Gi-hun kept close

Then the marble game came

Ali wanted to partner up with you but you advised against it / you’d look back on that moment and curse yourself

The gunshot that sealed your partner’s fate caused you to breathe out a sigh of relief. After ushering Ali to group with another you found an older man all by himself.

Perhaps it was because you were a woman. Perhaps it was because you were a foreign. Perhaps it was both because the man underestimated you. Now you stared down at his lifeless body and felt nothing.

The marbles felt heavy in your hand but you couldn’t help but feel relieved as you watched the blood soak the soles of your shoes. With him dead you were one step closer to winning.

With him dead you were able to see your brother again. The thought of your brother caused you to run away from the guard that was moving you towards the exit. You needed to find him…and that’s when you heard it. “Sangwoo? Where are you?”

You rounded the corner of the makeshift house right as the bullet went through his head.

Your change was noticeable to everyone / since the start you had an aura of anger…but now it was something else / something dangerous

You had nothing else to lose now

“YOU CHEATED!” Your screeches echoed throughout the fake neighborhood as you charged towards Sangwoo. The blood of Ali coated your hands and shirt after you pulled his body into your chest.

Tears staining your cheeks, leaving lines along your dark skin. When you watched his body fall, time seemed to stop. The pouch he held around his neck scattered around his head, revealing rocks.

Why did he have rocks? The questions flooded your mind as the weight of what just happened hit you. Leaving you to start hyperventilating. The guards had to pull you away from his body when your cries of agony didn’t let up…and as they did you saw Sangwoo being led along with you.

Tears streaming down his face and a fistfull of marbles told you everything you needed to know. The rocks…Sangwoo tricked him. That’s when you went after him…unfortunately the guards held you back. Pulling you into the dorms with wails following you.

You were going to kill Sangwoo / You were going to kill everyone

You weren’t going to let Ali’s death be in vain

But…you had to be smart / even in your grief ridden state you knew going after Sangwoo after the marble game was a dumb play

Now, dressed in a suit and tie, you crawled your way towards Sangwoo’s sleeping body / after surviving the glass bridge only you, Sae-byeok, Sangwoo and Gi-hun were left

It had taken a while but the older man had finally fell asleep…and you made sure you wouldn’t wake up

Gi-hun opened his eyes the next day to see the guards placing both Sangwoo and Sae-byeok in coffins / the latter succumbing to her injuries…while Sangwoo met a more gruesome fate

Gi-hun knew what you did by the bloody knife that you clenched in your bloody hands

“I’m not going to let Ali’s death be for nothing.” You shouted over the rain that encompassed the final game. Fitting it was that it was on the field the first game was played…the rain washing away the blood that soaked the grounds but not the ghosts that haunted it.

Gi-hun heaved a few feet away from you, clutching his arm you just sliced open. “W-Wait! Maybe if we both don’t fight they’ll let us split the money, yeah?” You scoffed at the older man as you circled him.

“Don’t be stupid!” You shouted. “Do you really think that after all of this…they just let us go?” You launched at him again, causing him to jump back with a shout. “PLEASE! I HAVE A DAUGHTER!”

The laugh that tumbled out of your mouth was laced with disbelief. “A daughter you abandoned to go gamble?” You sneered with heavy breaths.

Just like all those at the start of the game…Gi-hun’s blood soaked into the sand below your feet.

You had to win…for Ali / for his wife / his child

And you did

choi su-bong x twin sister!reader:

Since birth Choi was all you had

With a drunk of a father and an emotionally distant mother drowning in a bottle of pills you and your brother learned right away that they could only rely on one another

Growing up with such parents had been a challenge but you believed you could get through anything with your brother by your side

It was another night of screaming…the stench of alcohol fumigated the house all the way up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. It was an common occurrence but it still left you shaking, seeking out the comfort of your twin.

“It’s okay little sissy!” Su-bong said with a bright smile as he waddled into the bedroom with large blankets. He almost tripped over the fabric as he closed the door, muffling the sounds of the shouts just a bit.

You sat on your twin bed with your knees pulled to your chest. “The blankets will protect us!” Your brother cheered as he hurled them over your head, causing you to fall back with a laugh.

As you chuckled, the boy crawled on to your bed and made sure you were comfortable. He always managed to lift your spirits…never leaving your side. “Let’s watch a movie.” He said softly, causing you to smile. The nights of fighting would be combated with movies from your stash in the closet.

Despite the fact you watched the movies over and over it was a way to protect each other from what was happening downstairs. A bubble of safety being created within your shared room…not allowing anything to get it.

Even in your adulthood you stayed closed / after Su-bong became “Thanos” you were still by his side

While he was in the limelight you were in the shadows helping him / his rise to fame became a team effort

However…with the new found fame came access to different substances

Both you and him grew up with such things because of your mother so when he began trying different kinds you thought nothing of it / it was normal growing up in your house after all so you never chastised him for it

You even partook in some from time to time if the stress of your everyday life got to you / though you had more of a handle on it compared to your twin

Sometime you two would take the same one together in an attempt to “connect our twin minds” as Su-bong once called it / but you knew he just wanted to spend time with you and you could never say no to him

Months had passed before Su-bong came to you about his debt issues…resulting in you sinking your savings to try and help him

And you did / but only for a short while

A heavy sigh left your mouth at the ‘past due’ notices that stared at you in big red letters. After trying to help Su-bong you realized you took too much from your funds and now were struggling with paying the bills you lived with.

As the months went by since he fell into debt, communication between the two of you became few and far between. You could only assume it was because he was busy trying to fix his problems like you were.

The two other jobs you picked up left no room for anything else and you were beginning to miss your twin. Not knowing that he was falling into a pit of despair that would lead him to the edge of a bridge.

So when the man with a briefcase handed you a card saying you could win money by simply playing children games you jumped at the opportunity

If you managed to win you could pay off your debts and maybe even Su-bong’s

You had texted your brother that you would be going away for a few days but that text proved to be for nothing because he was in the games already

Before the first game he charged through his group of fans to you with a shocked gasp / “My little sissy what are you doing here?!”

After the first round it was clear that what you signed up for wasn’t what you expected

Even in his drugged out state your brother was careful in bringing you to a nearby bed to sit down

“It’s okay.” He muttered over and over again / for you and for him…the sudden death he witnessed in front of him left him shaken

The blue circle on your jacket felt heavy as you sat next to your brother, along with a few others, waiting for your turn in the team game you now found yourself in. A six-legged pentathlon that resulted in you sitting with your brother, a man named Nam-gyu and Min-su, as well as a woman named Se-mi.

You were silent as your hands played with the dirt you sat on, trying not to fall into a panic with each round of gunshots that rang through the air. If you hadn’t kept your hands busy they would’ve been shaking with nerves.

You knew Su-bong was feeling it too because he opened his cross necklace up once again, causing both you and Nam-gyu to turn your attraction towards it. Both of you shared a knowing look at one another before Nam-gyu spoke.

The man was nice, reminding you of your twin in a way…and like your brother he indulged in the same “hobbies” as he. “Can you…Can you please give me one of those?” Su-bong looked towards him with confusion.

His body bouncing up and down as if he was listening to music. After some convincing, Su-bong finally allowed Nam-gyu to have one. “Me too.”

You said, causing your twin’s head to snap to you. “Eh?!” His lip curled up in disbelief. “Little sis you cannot be serious!” You stared at him with unamused eyes at his jesting before snatching his necklace. “You're older than me by like a minute.”

You muttered whilst digging out a color pill. Su-bong giggled at you as he let you take your pick. Never being able to say no to you.

The games were going surprisingly well

The money was racking up and both you and Su-bong were still alive / along with Nam-gyu who became a part of your family in a way

Everything was going surprisingly well…until the tied vote

Tension grew high and when your brother and the rest of the men in your group got up to “go to the bathroom” you were quick to snatch Su-bong back

“Don’t do anything stupid.” You told him / fear swirling in your bloodshot eyes as you clawed at the arm you held

“Just go pee and come right back.”

You should’ve known that his lack of response was a red flag and maybe, if you were sober, you would’ve caught it

Would’ve pulled him back / force him to stay in the beds…but you let him leave

The only thing that would come back would be his bloody necklace clasped in Nam-gyu’s hands and the wails of your grief echoing throughout the dormitory

Nam-gyu cradled you in his arms as you screamed trying to get into the men’s bathroom. Your cries for Su-bong resulted in nothing but silence.

The monotone female voice that said his number amongst the newest death rang in your head over and over again. He couldn’t be dead…he couldn’t. “He was all I had!”

You wailed as Nam-gyu pulled you to his bed. It felt as though someone stuck their red hot hand down your throat and took hold of your heart.

The pain in your chest burned you from the inside out with each cry that left your lips. His bloody necklace clenched in your hand so hard it began to draw blood.

You became an empty shell after that

Even when the lights went out and the fighting began…you sat still on your brother’s assigned bed / staring at the cross

The cross filled with pills

Pills that would cause the pain you felt inside to stop / to disappear

Under the mask of darkness you began to put them into your mouth one by one…until the cross was empty

When the lights came back on…your body would be taken out with the rest of the casualties

seong gi-hun x younger sister!reader:

When you were younger you thought your older brother hung the very stars in the sky

It wasn’t uncommon to see your smaller frame trailing behind Seong as he went about his life

When you were younger you loved your brother

But you weren’t young anymore and the love you once held for your brother died after years of gambling

You were there for him at the start / doing everything in your power to help him get better

But after relapse and relapse your believe in him began to waver

The nail in the coffin of your lost love for your last living family member was when you found your mother’s dead body…alone

“WHERE WERE YOU?!” You screeched towards your older brother who stood sobbing in the hallway of your home. “You have some fucking nerve to show up here AFTER OUR MOTHER’S FUNERAL!”

It had been almost a month since you found your mother, leaving you alone with a mass amount of hospital debt and a grief that would never go away.

A whole month and you never got in contact with your brother once. All the messages you had sent went unanswered. Gi-hun flinched at your shouts as you stomped towards him. “Where the FUCK were you, huh?” The words spit out with venom that burned into his heart, but he stayed quiet.

“Probably gambling, right?!” You began to pace back and forth as the anger you felt came off in waves. “Maybe just black out fucking drunk.” You wanted to hurt the man in your hallway. Hurt him the way he hurt you.

He was supposed to take care of mother while you were running multiple jobs to help with her bills and he couldn’t even do that. Any love and adoration you once had for your brother was gone. Buried with your mother.

You hadn’t spoken to your brother for three years after that / you got wind from Sangwoo’s mother that he was going to the Americas to be with his family

A small part of you was happy / happy for his family that they would get him back

But the larger part of you, the hurt and bitter part, cursed at the gods for the audacity

Why should he be allowed to go make a new life when you were stuck in the same home your rotting mother was / drowning in debt you couldn’t pay off

Debt that was caused by him

When the man with the briefcase handed you the brown card saying you could make money playing children’s games you didn’t hesitate

Your eyes were wide with rage as you stormed towards the bunks that held the very man you never wanted to see again. Gi-hun had no time to react when he felt a hand come in contact with his cheek.

The sheer force caused him to stumble back whilst Jung-bae shouted in fear. “Why the fuck are you here?!” You sneered at the man who held his cheek before snapping his head towards you.

That’s when the two of you took in each other’s appearance. It was clear that the three years weren’t kind to either of you. The stress and anguish both felt clear on your faces.

And the blood…drops were scattered along your jaw and up the side of your face, coating one of your crazed eyes. Your heart beating a mile a minute from fear and adrenaline.

The group of men he was sitting with jumped back at the attack. The youngest one out of them letting out a startled yelp when you appeared.

The man would then try to explain himself but you didn’t care

Not only had he failed your family…but was now failing his other family

Repeating the same mistake for a different outcome even though he already won / already had the money to start a new life with his child

The games that followed where even more tense then they were originally going to be due to the stakes that came with them

During the second game, Gi-hun tried to get you to join their team but you refused with a snarl / you’d rather take your chance with complete strangers then rely on a man who always let you down

As you watched his group you couldn’t ignore the part of your heart that lodged itself in your throat at the possibility of watching your last living family member die / couldn’t ignore the little girl inside you that once followed her big brother around with stars in her eyes

As you sat on the dirt ground, waiting for your team’s turn, surrounded by pools of blood you kept thinking…with all the death that was happening maybe you should learn to forgive

The situation you found yourself stuck in causing all your doubts to come to the forefront of your mind

Did you really want to die without forgiving him?

Could you?

That night you made your way to where his group was hauled up. Gi-hun was already awake…staring ahead at seemingly nothing while he thought of everything.

Without him knowing you took in his appearance as you tiptoed closer. The bags that hung from under his eyes was a tell-tale sign of what he must’ve gone through the first time here.

All the death that he had to witness not so long ago was probably still so fresh in his mind. “Were you here? When mother…” Your words died off as you stopped close to your brother. For the first time in a long time you spoke with a softness that startled the man more than your screams.

He looked up at you and for a moment stayed quiet. “I promise I won’t hit you.” You sighed out whilst falling next to him. “I just…” Another sigh left your mouth as you dragged your hand down your face, trying to find the right words. Having not spoken to your brother in so many years made it hard to say what you wanted to say. “I need to know.”

That’s when he explained everything

How he stayed in the games to get money for his debt and also to pay for her medical expenses

“I was too ashamed to come back.” He had said when you asked why he wasn’t there for her funeral

The two of you stayed up all night talking and with each passing moment you felt shame and anger bubble up inside you / not at your brother…but at you

If you had just taken the time to hear him out maybe your relationship wouldn’t be so broken

Mingle was by far the most hectic of the games you were forced to play. Only getting a few seconds to gather the amount of people needed and getting to a room before you are eliminated.

With each round the number got smaller and smaller. The moment the woman overhead uttered the number four the players scattered amongst themselves in search of enough to make it to a room. Former groups being divided as not all would be able to stay together.

During the whole game, Gi-hun had kept you close and when the next round began he was quick to take hold of your hand. Your legs burned as he dragged you across the blood covered floor as the woman’s voice counted down.

You kept your head down to ensure you didn’t slip on any blood, but the moment you lifted your head to see how far you were from the door a body collided with you.

A shout left your mouth as you felt your ankle roll in an agonizing way whilst your head slammed into the ground, causing ringing to begin. “9…8…” Her voice was drowned out by your brother’s screams before you felt him lift you up. “My ankle!” You shouted before falling to the floor once more. “We are so close!”

That’s when you registered the fact you were just a few steps away from the door…but when you looked up you already counted three people in the room. Time seemed to slow in your head as you rose to your feet. “4…3…2…”

With all the strength you possessed you flung your body into your brother’s chest, effectively pushing him into the room before the door slammed shut. You slumped against the door while you peered inside.

Gi-hun stood on the other side…screaming. “NO!” With ringing ears and unsteady feet you brought your hand to the small slit in the door to have something to hang on to in your last moments. “I’m sorry…brother.” You softly said. “For all of it.” The door shook as Gi-hun yanked at the door, desperate to open it back up.

Tears began to fall as you heard heavy footsteps closing in on you. Any second now. Any second and the pain you felt would stop. Any second and you would see your mother again. Gi-hun’s screams became fuzzy in your head as pain exploded in your stomach.

The bullets ripping your insides and spraying your blood against the colorful door. But…you still clung to the slit, staring into his eyes. His fingers clinging to yours while you whisper. “I…I lov–” Then…you fell. The last breath you would ever take leaving your lips as blood ran down your mouth.

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a/n: *throws and runs*

[ivonhart]

yeah! I’m fine with that, I wanna SOB

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mb it’s the sad music I’m listening to while writing to get in the zone but I’m making myself sad with the Gi-hun one

I was debating on making the reader his first born daughter but decided to stick with what you asked and made it his little sister

kinda nervous it’s not gonna be sad enough tho 😭 idk I feel rusty as hell with writing

[ivonhart]

fell down a hole with namor (NOT the comic version of him get that bozo awAY from me - mcu namor on top) and now I wanna write something *I saw as all my unfinished works and requests stare me down*

like hear me out

the reader and him meet and fall in love but the whole time she’s been battling an illness and eventually gets to a point where namor offers the blue plant to her and they get married and blah blah

[ivonhart]

WAIT NO OOMFIE IM SORRY I EAS JUST TRYING TO BE SILLY I DIDNT MEAN TO

PLEASE DONT BE STRESSED HONESTLY I DONT MIND WAITING, I WANT YOU TO ACTUALLY ENJOY DOING IT NOT BE ALL STRESSED IM SORRYY T•T

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I’m almost done with the Thanos part of the request (we all cheered) but I wanna know if su*cide would be a bit too much for you / it would literally just be like one sentence but I just want to run it by you since you requested yk

you asked for angst so I’m gonna deliver BUT only to where you are comfortable with and in his hc him and the reader are kinda codependent(?) on each other so losing him sent the reader over the edge

[ivonhart]

the way I have what I want to write in my head but actually writing it down is killing me

NOTHING IS WORKING GOWD DAMN IT

I’m really trying guys I promise 💔😭🙏

[ivonhart]

numnumnumnum

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I JUST STARTED THANOS HEADCANON PLEASE IM TRYING

probably gonna scrap the extra part with sangwoo I wanted to do cuz I don’t got the energy or the time

I was also thinking about making the reader is Gi-hun’s hc his first daughter for some extra angst

[ivonhart]

writer’s block don’t even THINK about it

[ivonhart]

AWWW the nam-gyu fic was adorable :3

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THANK YOU SM