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[jellxzy]

I was wondering if you could do a hyunju x fem!reader where the reader is pregnant and reader sees that Hyunju is alone in the second game so reader approaches her and they start a friendship and as time goes by they both fall in love ^^

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐁𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧! -𝐇𝐜

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲! Thank 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

Here you were, competing in deadly children games for the sake of your own child. You never excepted your life to go down this path, you were a heir to a wealthy company. Going to collage abroad, studying medicine.

And yet, you're stuck here. Fearing your life every second of the day. Luckily, you were only two months pregnant unlike Junhee, so you didn't show like she did. So, you acted just like another normal girl competing at the games.

Though you were eating for two, so the food definitely didn't keep you calm and the one thing you waited for the whole day. Instead you laid in the uncomfortable bed, staring up. You laid there with a hand on your stomach, thinking of what to do with the money you received.

You'll get a little house in the provinces, probably build a farm, and take care of your baby. Even if it's only you taking care of her/him. Then a soft yet deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. "Hi, uhm. We were teammates during the game earlier, remember?"

She was your teammate during the game, and you remember it so vividly, she was brave and strong, had good leadership skills, moving back to the 'strong' she is very strong, you had accidentally slipped on blood whilst moving, but with ease she lifted you up to continue on walking forward.

"Yeah." You nod your head with a smile as you sat up. "Well, we're all gathering there if you'd like to be with us. Just so nobody's alone. " She smiled while explaining. "Oh, yeah sure." You reluctantly agree standing up and walking with her towards the group.

You couldn't help but notice her lingering hand on your shoulder, a small smile on her lips as her eyes glance at you. A soft pink hue appearing on your cheeks as you notice that.

Upon reaching the group, the hand on your shoulder gets removed while she goes up the stairs. The group welcomes you in, the atmosphere easy and has no awkwardness whatsoever. But when the topic changes to you, the topic asking on why they entered the games.

"I-uhm." You shudder before saying in a quiet and soft tone; "I'm pregnant." The weight on your shoulder finally gets lifted as the secret finally comes out. "How many months are you in?" Geum-ja asks, her eyes filled with worry.

"I'm only two months in, so me being pregnant won't bring us down." You tell them with a smile. "Hopefully." You mutter under your breath. During the whole conversation, you could feel Hyun-ju's eyes watching your every move.

So, when the a voice announced that it was gonna be lights out in thirty minutes, the conversations was forced to stop. "Hey." Hyun-ju's voice called out to you from behind. "I think it's best if you sleep in my bed tonight. Don't worry I don't sleep."

She left no other options as her hand gripped your wrist in a firm yet soft grip, stopping you from moving. "Okay." You accepted nonetheless, walking with her towards her bed. "You don't have to do this, y'know."

"I know. But I have too. No one knows what they could do. Especially to you." You turn around in your bed, now facing her while she sits on the floor next to the bed. "You can lay down here..." You trail off, feeling a bit shy.

"With me." Her eyes slightly widen at that before glancing at your blushing state. "Are you sure?" She asks turning to look at you. "Mhm." You hum with a soft nod, moving your body so she can have space, patting the space in front of you.

She slowly moved to lay down next to you, carefully as to not accidentally hurt you or cause you discomfort. "Am I hurting you? Are you okay?" She asked with a worried tone, which only caused you to laugh.

"You're only laying you're head on my arm, I'll be fine." You lightly chuckle to ease the atmosphere between you. Instead of sleeping you could only admire how beautiful she looked underneath the dim lights, and how she still had a protective hold over you by her arm draped over your waist. Even if it's a small thing, you somehow still felt more protected than you did on the outside world.

And when you were already sleeping that's when she woke up, due to her military training she's gotten used to waking up very early in the morning. She didn't notice at first, how your hand lightly gripped her bicep, scared that she'll leave you. And that how her arm was still draped on your waist that you didn't bother to move or brush off. She only continued to look at you, not wanting to move at all, brushing a hair off your face to pulling up the blanket to cover you.

And that's how she fell for you, as for you? You knew the moment you first saw her. You knew she was the one, the one who will help you raise your child. And that's what the both of you are doing right know, you carried your baby in your arms while she prepared her milk.

Yes, it's a girl.

The both of you won, alongside with your close friends. And luckily Junhee gave birth successfully, it scared you a little that you're gonna be next to go through that but, after was amazing. Spending months miserable to birth something so beautiful, it was poetic.

three months in, and a little baby bump was finally showing. Though, you couldn't be more confused, is it because you just ate or is it because of the baby.

and that's the month she demanded you to stop working. Now, she was the one working outside your shared apartment. Yet, she was still the same sweet and gentle person you know. Four months in, your baby bump got a little bigger. So, now she holds it in her hands every chance she gets. Hugging you from behind whilst you cook, cuddling with you in bed, and sitting on the sofa, all of those moments, she had her hand on your baby bump, that's also the month you told everyone else that you were pregnant, so now you get free kimchi every week from Geum-ja.

Five months in, and that's when your baby starts to kick. And every time, she does, you call Hyun-ju. And yes, it's a baby girl. And when the first time she feels her kicking, she sobbed into you shoulder for a straight hour, like she's the pregnant one. Geum-ja and Junhee decoded it was best to spend their mornings and evenings with you, so they'll be there if you need anything. Considering they've gone through it already, Junhee more recently.

Six months in, the baby's kicks become more frequent, and you start to crave more weirder foods. You suggested for Hyun-ju to just stay with you all day and quit her job, but she said she's saving up for her collage. That's when you sobbed into her shoulder, whispering-yelling thank you's and words of praise to her.

Seven months in, that's when your emotions took a sharp turn, your hormones kicking in every minute. She gets tired of it sure, but she loves you more than anything. And that includes waking up in the midnight just to go out and buy your craving. Only to return to you, already fast asleep.

Eight months passed by like a breeze, your baby bump was definitely showing more than ever, and you looked so cute, despite your hair and clothes being disheveled most of the time. She starts talking to the baby bump, while your fast asleep, talking about how beautiful her mother is, and how great she is.

Nine months in, and that's the month you waited for, the whole time. It was near your due-date, and she's already got everything packed, baby blanket, yours and her clothes, baby clothes that were sent by Junhee, and most importantly her strength.

the due-date day, was the hardest fight Hyun-ju ever fought, hands were gripped tightly, curses spilled from your mouth, and a birth was witnessed. So, when it was your turn to give birth, everyone who survived came to support you and Hyun-ju, so, now you're living in Thailand, peacefully with your soon-to-be wife. And a four-year old daughter. You're life was complete.

[jellxzy]

HIIIIII!!! i rlly love your hyun-ju imagines and I'd like to rueguest one myself!! and this is my first time requesting? IG? buut this idea has been going thrugh my head for weeks and i need someone to see the vision.

this would take place during mingle :P Reader runs out and saves young mi in the last few seconds, buut! Hyun-ju doesn't know that and thinks both got iliminated and can't find them till the end which makes her believe that more, they reunite after the game ended and maybe reader got hurt? maybe sprained ankle from slipping? I rlly hope you understand what i mean!

AND i rlly hope you're having an wonderfull day/evening/morning/whatever ^^ and i hope i don't cause any trouble with this request TvT

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭.

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚!! 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

You can't even believe yourself right now, you almost died multiple times because of children's game. You felt ridiculous, everything felt ridiculous. Your head was hurting, you had blood all over you. There was even blood underneath on the ground from where you stood.

Then the same chilling song began again, you hands shaking as you eased your breath. Though, a pair of hands calmed you down. "Hey, look at me." You did. "We'll make it out of here, okay? With Young-mi." She told you with a small smile in a attempt to comfort you.

Which worked on you. Liked always. "I promise, I'll keep you both safe." She brushed a piece of hair from your face to behind your ear, you looked into her eyes as your surroundings blurred. The song playing in the background as all your attention was focused on her. Then a voice announced the number.

The both of you instantly went to your team, and ran to the nearest and empty room. Though on the way, you noticed Young-mi get pushed out of the way, and on the floor with tears streaming down her face.

You could choose to save her or yourself.

It's time to make bad decisions. You let go of Hyun-ju's hand and ran over to Young-mi in a fast pace. You helped her up but while doing so, you hear Hyun-ju scream your name and hers as she gets pushed into the room by two men.

Thankful for the both of you, a room near the both of you still needed two more members. So, you took her hand and pulled her with you, unfortunately for you, you slipped into some blood, your ankle painfully rolling in the process.

You pushed her in before doing so, putting her safety before yours. And just before the time ended, they managed to pull you into the room. "Unnie, I'm sorry." She sobbed into her hands, you get up with all your might and their help.

"It's okay, Young-mi. I understand, it's not your fault." You hug her tightly, rubbing her back comfortingly. "Thanos?" You looked at the semi-famous rapper with purple. "What's up, my friend." He greeted you as you look at him with confused eyes, as he patted Young-mi's head in a poor attempt to comfort her?

"Thank you for saving me, us." You thanked them with a small bow. "It's the least we could do." The girl smiled. "And plus we would also die." The long-haired boy spoke up beside her. As the countdown ended, the doors opened.

And with that they helped you get out of the room, and due to your rolled ankle you could no longer run, or walk at that. You eyes nervously scan the room for hers, holding Young-mi's hand tightly.

Then you saw her once again, in a sea full of people her eyes met yours and she practically lit up. She ran to the both of you hugging you tightly, it's almost suffocating. Geum-ja also went to the both of you.

"Are the both of you okay?" She instinctively checked the both of you. "I'm okay, but Unnie's ankle..." Young-mi trailed off, pointing to your ankle. "Are you okay? Aigoo." Geum-ja asked you slightly lifting your pants to see the swelling ankle.

"Can you walk?" Hyun-ju asked with shake breaths. "Yeah." You lied and tried to set down the foot with the bad ankle, immediately wincing at the pain. "Hop on my back." Hyun-ju offered which you declined to.

"Was that a request? I promised to protect you, now hop on my back." She demanded while turning around to let you hop on her back. "Hyun-ju-" You got cut off by her. "Stop being stubborn would you, you can't walk."

And with that you finally do, your stomach having butterflies, with her hands easily lifting you. "Are you okay?" She asked with a worried smile. "Yes, I am." You whisper with a nod of your head.

After the games, the both of you went to the bathroom to clean yourselves up, with the lights off time being near, the both of you were left alone in the bathroom. "Thank you." You muttered from sitting on the sink as she washes her hands.

"Yeah, of course.. No problem." She smiled and splashed some water on her face. "Sorry for being harsh on you earlier." She said letting you dry her face, your movement gentle. "No, I should be the one saying sorry. I was being stubborn and annoying."

"Hey." She stopped your movements by a hand on your wrist. "Nothing you do could ever seem annoying." She smiled, looking into your eyes. And that's when you finally pull her into a kiss, your hands resting on her shoulders, whilst hers rest on your thighs.

Her hands grip your thighs as the kiss continue's on, your hands getting lost into her hair as the kiss deepens even more. Then someone suddenly opened the door. "Time's up." A guard said to the both of you.

She wrapped your ankle before getting you down, and carrying you in her arms; bridal style. "You don't have to do this." You tell her burying your blushing face into her shoulder.

"I know. But I want to."

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𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: “𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮” - 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝.

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭!!!! 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐓-𝐓 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡, 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞??

"My dear Hyun-ju."

Hyun-ju opens the letter gripping the paper tightly as the tears fall from her eyes. After witnessing multiple deaths of the people she loves—loved.

"I'm writing this letter as I sit on my bunk, which is across from where you are right now. I know that I am somewhat important in your life now. But don't worry, you don't have to keep protecting me."

Hyun-ju reads the letter, swallowing the lump in her throat before continuing

"Rest assured my love, I will get you to win this wretched game, made by my wretched father."

Her breath hitched at the word; father.

"Enough of the sad stuff. I hope this letter reaches you safely, and I most certainly hope you get out of this place safely. I am sincerely sorry that I didn't save Young-mi, if I could've, I would've."

Hyun-ju smile saddened at the mention of Young-mi, her heart aching as she goes on.

"I hope you reach Thailand and complete your transition, my love. You deserve it. After working so hard and tolerating all the stares you get, you deserve everything in the world."

She felt touched that you even managed to remember something like that about her, even though she only spoke about it once.

"My love, I'm writing this letter in the bathroom, secretly. So they wouldn't notice how I got a pen and paper here. I hope Junhee's baby is safe, and her of course."

Hyun-ju glanced at Junhee and her baby, she smiled at them.

"I also hope, Yongsik and his sweet mother make it out, I wish for him not to be a gambling addict anymore. A little part in me heals as she treats me like a daughter, the mother I will never have."

Hyun-ju then glanced to Yongsik and his mother hugging each other for warmth.

"I hope you are well, my love. I hope you enjoy the money you received, I'm sorry I won'y be there with you. You know how strict my dad is. Use the money well and wisely, most importantly do what you want, don't let other people get to you okay? I won't be there to support you along the way. But at the very end of your path, I will be there waiting for you."

Hyun-ju smiled bitterly at your letter.

"I never expected to fall in love in a place like this. Full of death, yet we found love. So, I will forever cherish that love that I have for you, I'm afraid I have fallen too deep for you to let the games continue. I don't want to die. I want to keep on loving you with all my heart. But, I know I'll never make it out of here."

Hyun-ju's tears spilled out at the next paragraph.

"My love, I know I will never make it out of here, but don't be sad. Before hand I will have created 365 letters to send to you every-day, to remind you of the special love I have for you. And for the first time in my life, I have felt genuine love, from you and to you. I love you."

"Hi, My love. I am currently writing this letter to you, whilst bleeding. So, I am sorry for the blood that will possibly get on this page. As of now I have written over 237 letters to send to you. I'm sorry, I don't think it's possibly that I continue on. The rest of my time on earth, I want to spend with you. I cannot currently find you, or any one. So, here I am writing this letter to you. I just want you to know, my beating heart belongs to you. And only you. I'd die for you. I'd go through hell for you. As my love is only for you, my soul is meant to be yours forever. I love you, Cho Hyun-ju."

Hyun-ju sobs quietly as she folds the letter and placing it into her pockets securely. She wipes her tears before approaching Gi-hun. "Gi-hun, are you sure that there was no dead body near this letter?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. All I saw was a letter addressing to you and a bloody pen near it." Gi-hun explains as they both look to the horizon, finally escaping the island. "We were both betrayed, Hyun-ju." Gi-hun puts a hand on her shoulder.

"But, it's time to move on with life. As much as I loved him, and you loved her. It's time to move on." He comforts Hyun-ju with a small smile.

"Goodbye, my love." Hyun-ju whispers into the air. Saying goodbye to both the island she despises to never see again, and to you, the one person she longs to see again.

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𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥.”- 𝐇𝐜𝐬.

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐲𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬). 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨, 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐲, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐫𝐧. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲(𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬) 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫! 𝐒𝐨, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬(?) 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

— Hyun-ju was set up on a blind date with you.

— by your mutual friends. The two of you have never gotten really close to each other or even talk, you only each other on birthdays and what not.

— it was suppose to be a punishment for some game they played whilst drunk, you knew, why? Because you also lost.

— your punishment was to go on a blind date with someone you don't know. You hated blind dates, they could always be a murderer or worst, a narcissistic man. So you didn't like blind date.

— her punishment was to go on a date with the worst type of person; a professional yapper. She didn't see it as the worst thing ever, but she'd thought it would be fun.

— your mutual friends set you two together since you're the total opposite.

— with you being the yapper and loud extrovert with an infinite amount of social battery.

— and her being the calm and shy introvert with a low social battery.

— her calm and soft personality is the total opposite of your loud and energetic one.

— yet, you kept on talking and talking and...

— "oh, i'm so so sorry!"

— "what are you sorry about?" Hyun-ju chuckled.

— "i'm talking too much. I barely let you talk." You bury your face into your hands. "This is so embarrassing." You mumble into your hands.

— "hey, stop. You'll ruin your pretty make up." She giggles at your reaction. You finally look up from your hands and that's when you fell in love. Your eyes meeting hers.

— your friends definitely didn't except it.

— you and her dating? They just had to get used to that.

— though she wasn't as talkative as you, she liked being around you. Listening to your stories, listening to the random facts you say. Being around you in general she loves.

— sometimes she'll say; "Whatever you say, beautiful." Just to get you flustered. Which of course ends up with you forgetting what you're about to say.

— "i hate you." You often say back burying your face into your hands or looking away as your face heats up.

— however for you, you love how calm she is. And that she'll speak up if needed. You never saw yourself to fall in love with someone so calm all the time.

— opposite's attract.

[jellxzy]

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚’𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫.

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚’𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠?

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐲𝐲!!!!

Korea's number one yearner.

A joke played by your friends when they found out that you only liked one girl throughout high school. And you didn't confess. You hated the joke, yet it was true. All throughout your twenty-six years of living, you've only like two people.

And no relationship. It always somewhat felt as if you're only existing, and having a crush makes you feel alive. You're scared of commitment, you're scared of talking to people. You're scared of people. You choose to be alone, you've had the same friends since you were in kindergarten.

You were truly just existing. No one in your workplace is interested to you, no one near your apartment, no one is for you anymore. It was as if the world was punishing you for something, but what is it? Sometimes you look at yourself in the mirror, and see nothing.

You lived alone of course, at first you liked it. But now? It's just sad and gloomy. You're living room barely having any colors, your room looking like a hospital. So, your friends set you up on multiple blind dates. They liked you, but you were just infatuated with them.

You remember everything that happened that day. It's simple, because nothing new happened. So, you're decided to end it all. Get drunk and climb on a bridge. You starred into the waters reflection and saw nothing, the wind's cold breeze making you shiver. Yet you could taste the alcohols warm and bitter taste

"Excuse me? Would you like to play ddakji?"

A man offered you. Which is how you ended up here. You didn't even know why you agreed. You didn't have debt, you didn't have anything to do with the money. If you disappeared in here no one outside would care to find you anyways.

You could even win some easy money for it, but what would you do? But when your eyes trailed across the room, and to hers, your breath hitched as you realized; this is where your life begins and ends. You stared at the beautiful woman far away from you.

Your trembling hands fix your glasses as soon as she looked back and made eye contact with you. You inhale and exhale as you muster up the courage to walk to her, just to walk back.

Korea's number one yearner.

For the rest of the first game you do anything to survive, just to stare at her from afar. Then the second game started, you glanced at the x velcro-ed on your jacket, deciding if it was really the best decision to end the games.

You look back at the crowd, your hands fiddling with the hem of your jacket as you began to walk. Taking small and cautious steps, you look down at your feet. "Uhm, hello?" A deep voice spoke to you, you realized it was that beautiful woman.

But she was with three other people. "H-hi." You mutter out raising your hand slightly to wave at them, two of them waves back. The old lady and the younger one. "We need one more member, do you want to join us?"

The way she spoke so clearly and so well, you admired that. "Sure." You spoke with a small smile. Before the game starts, all of you exchange names and that's where you learned her name is 'Cho Hyun-hu' pretty.

"Unnie, you're so pretty." Young-mi walks with you as you return to the bunks, attempting to strike up a conversation with you . "Ah, thank you. You too." You thank her with a smile. "You too, unnie." She looks at Hyun-ju, and you noticed how she got flustered by that.

"The both of you are really pretty!" She exclaimed with a big grin. "You guys should be together! The prettiest couple ever." She suggests which you just look down at your feet and blush at.

You're the one farthest away from the group just so you can watch her from afar, as being too close to her would make you explode. "I see how you stare at Hyun-ju unnie." Young-mi whispers into your ear. "You like her don't you?"

"Young-mi." You furrow your eye brows, and look back at her already staring at you. Your heart exploded. No, she's just staring at Young-mi, right?

Korea's number one yearner.

Yearning, a feeling of intense longing for something. And that 'something' is Cho Hyun-ju. Your heart exploded any time she would speak to you, look at you, or even more if she touched you. Even if it was by accident.

You were falling for this woman, fast. And your heart ached at you to do something, anything. "After this, we should all go to my place and have dinner." Geum-ja offered with a smile. "Hyun-ju unnie, are you going?" Young-mi asked Hyun ju. "I heard, unnie was going as well." She glanced at you in an attempt of teasing you.

"Well, if she's going i'll go too." Hyun-ju whispered into Young-mi's ear. "But, yeah i'll go." She nodded. And there you are, as always. Staring at her from afar. Yearning for her love.

Then the mingle game happened, you went with Geum-ja and her son, but he got dragged away from the both of you. Fortunately, another person helped the both of you. "Hyun-ju." You speak from behind Geum-ja after getting out of the room.

You watch as she cared for them, like her own daughters and how she even asked if they got hurt. "This man saved us like a Prince." Young-mi explained excitedly as she pointed to the guy behind them.

And he looked at Hyun-ju after speaking, the look of love in his eyes. Your heart shattered and your eyes went away from Hyun-ju for the first time. And onto the guy, Hyun-ju however noticed that.

Later into the game, Young-mi thankfully got into another room before the countdown ended. And now it was two pairs, you over heard the two people in-front of you discuss on how they think the next one is two pairs.

So, you secretly move closer to Hyun-ju this time, being directly behind her. Maybe this is your first move? Or will you always be too afraid to speak up. None of that mattered now as the game started, her hand immediately went to yours. And pulled you into a room.

The both of you entered a room right on time, successfully surviving the game. She watched at how you flinch at every loud, at how you covered your ears and closed your eyes. You were catching your breath at the same time.

And that's when your heart utterly exploded into pieces that you could only rebuild with her help. She took you in her arms, before pulling away just to make you look at her.

Her hands resting on yours, helping you muffled the sounds of gun shots. "Hey, i've got you. Just stay calm, and i'll protect you." She said softly as she smiled, her voice calm and reassuring. "O-okay." You smile back, but lower your head as soon as you know that your cheeks turned red.

Korea's number one yearner.

Oh, how you hated that title. Even if it's true you despise it. The way they would always tease you for being Korea's number one yearner. You didn't yearn because you want to. You didn't choose to be born this way.

Born to be alway too scared to talk to people, born into a life that just exists, born to fall in love with the right person, that you can never seem to find. Born into a life without meaning, but just yearn for people you can never seem to have. You were truly being punished.

And since you're about to be on the brink of death sooner or later. Why not throw away the title? So that's what you're about to—246. Player 246 was talking with her, and there she was.

Laughing, and yet she still looks so, so beautiful.

You were tossing and turning the whole time, you couldn't erase her from your mind despite ignoring her and other people, excluding Myung-gi, who you talked to the whole time. He was semi-fun to talk with. But, of course he was no

Hyun-ju, Hyun-ju, and Hyun-ju.

Soon enough it was almost dinner time, so you stood up and put on your jacket. You were about to walk towards Gi-hun's group but a hand pulled you back.

It was Hyun-ju standing over you with a calm yet slightly angered face. "Why are you ignoring me?" She asks slightly pulling away from you once she noticed how close the both of you are. She pulled away just enough to see your current flustered face. "I'm not ignoring-"

"Lie. You are. You were talking with... Him." She says the word with clear bitterness in her tone as she slightly tilts her head to point at Myung-gi, who's silently sitting on his bed. Probably waiting for you. "He's my friend."

"Sure." She said, clearly unconvinced. But, it's not like you were planning to convince her anyways, just another excuse. "Are you angry? With me? Perhaps mad?" She looks into your eyes, her facial expression softening as your eyes look into hers. "Just tell me." She frowns. "I'm sorry for whatever it is that I did."

She takes your hand in hers, her thumb brushing your hand. "I-" You cut yourself off before you could say anything you'd regret later on. "I'm finally gonna throw away the title." You mumble under her breath, which she hums in confusion.

Korea's number one yearner.

No more. As you finally make the first move, her breath hitching as you pull her down into a long-awaited kiss. Her hands instinctively finding your waist, whilst yours travel to her shoulders. You only pull away as the both of you hear someone clearing their throat.

"I'm sorry." Yong-sik immediately apologized, in return you silently curse as you pull away from her and gently push him out of your way to get your dinner.

Later that night, you thought you were safe. No one to bother you anymore. Till you felt the space on your bed dip, indicating someone was sitting on the space. "Hyun-ju." The feeling of anger subsided quite quickly. "About the kiss."

She muttered looking down at her lap, flustered that she's the first one to mention it. "I like you, Hyun-ju." You blurted out, your hands fiddling with the blanket you had. Only stopping when her hands land on yours, making you look up.

To be met with another kiss on the lips. "Hyun-ju." You yelp in surprise as her lips hungrily attack yours. "I like you too." She smiles as she pulls away, your face a flustered and red blushing mess, which she could see due to the dim lights.

"Yeah, I kinda got that." You joke with a hushed-down chuckle. "Do you want to sleep here?" You shyly ask her, subtly moving so she could have space. "I would love that." She nods her head, moving to lay down next to you.

Admiring your features in the light emitting from the big piggy-bank filled with money. She had to protect you now, you were hers now so she had to, though it didn't feel force as she felt that way from the first time you spoke to her. "You know you can sleep." You mutter opening your once closed eyes. "I know."

"You don't have to stay awake just to protect me, y'know?"

"I do."

"So, sleep. Goodnight, Hyun-ju."

"Goodnight, honey."

Then your heart melted.

[jellxzy]

Hi I’m not sure what your rules are for smut request? Do you accept them and if you do, do you have any do’s or do nots

Hi! As of now, I don't accept smut yet. Sorry guys I still get a little uncomfortable with writing about it. But I can write suggestive stuff if you guys request for it!

And if you have any reqs, feel free to send me them! Although I may not be able to post them immediately, since I still have a lot of fics lined up for Hyun-ju! You guys can req for other characters in squid game, and I'll do my best to write good for them!

[jellxzy]

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰. -𝐇𝐜

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭... 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐠𝐟.

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝! 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨, 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

— at first she was surprised to see you.

— you looked super feminine, yet you stood there smoking a cigarette.

— your outfit was very pink and white, your two favorite colors. Yet the cigarette you held in between your fingers were a clear introduction to who you are: a very stressful person.

— even your lighter was pink. Which Hyun-ju saw since it fell out of your pocket as you walked away.

— she quickly picked it up and ran to you. "Miss!"

— and with going into a crowd, you were gone.

— the very next day, there you stood near the bus stop. Lighting a cigarette with your boring old red lighter.

— you scowl at a boy as he accidentally bumps into you; so you're mean. Hyun-ju took note of that.

— "miss." She tapped your shoulder, to be immediately met with an eye roll.

— "look, if you're here to tell me to stop smoking or that i reek of smoke. You should just shut it, and get going."

— "ah, no." Hyun-ju chuckles shaking her head. "You dropped this the other day." She said giving you the pink lighter.

— "so, you're following me? Stalker." You said with another eye roll this time followed by a scoff as you turn around.

— "ya, rude." She mumbled under her breath, loud enough for you to hear. "at least i'm not the one following other people."

— you drop the cigarette and step on it as soon as you see the bus coming.

— you enter the bus, but it doesn't go un-noticed that she also enters the bus.

— which you also found out the both of you live in the same apartment building.

— great.

— she notices when you step out of your apartment every time you go out to smoke.

— and that goes on for a month. Her watching you from afar, whether be it on the bust stop or from her apartment.

— it's just something about you that draws her in, maybe it's the way you never let anyone talk down to you or the way you always somehow looked stress.

— "ya! Bitch! I am still your older sister! And you do not get to treat me that way!" She could hear you scream in front of your apartment, then a slap was heard.

— the last thing Hyun-ju saw before closing the blinds was your sister walking away. "Smoker girl." Hyun-ju calls out to you gripping your wrist as you walk past her apartment.

— "what do you want." You hiss at her removing yourself from her grip. "Don't you think it's better to talk about it rather than smoke?"

— "why, why do you care." You let out a scoff and an eye roll. "Because you're my neighbor." She grips your wrist once again as you tried to walk away.

— "let go of me."

— "why would i?"

— "the next thing you know is that she's pinning you up against the door, which is now closed. Her kisses trailing down your neck while her hands are rested on your waist.

— "hold on wait." And she does stop. "I don't even know your name."

— "Cho Hyun-ju."

— "y/n"

— then you were the one started the kiss. Gripping her shoulders so she leans down and your lips meet.

— "Hyun-ju." You moan her hands slowly trailing down your body in a slow and agonizing pace.

— then her hand finally reaches the waist band of your skirt. Unfortunately for you she pulls away. "Is it okay?" She asks in a soft whisper.

— "yes. Super." You nod frantically, which she just chuckles at.

— Cho Hyun-ju. A name that you were whimpering and moaning endlessly as her face digs into your center.

— she's somewhat, sloppy and gentle at the same time. Her words encouraging and praising you, while her hands are rough on you.

— after all, she couldn't get enough of your taste. You just tasted so addicting. If you were addicted to nicotine, she was addicted to you.

— she ate you out until you were crying of tears (in pleasure), your make up now ruined.

— she ate you until you saw stars.

— and she fucking loved it.

— and that's all you remember after you woke up. It was already night time, and your skirt and panty was neatly folded next to you.

— your core still felt somewhat sensitive, and as you pulled the blanket off of you, you could immediately see the multiple hickeys and bite marks on your thigh.

— and judging from the sounds inside the bathroom, she was showering so you took that as a chance to escape.

— snow surrounded outside, snowflakes falling onto your skin, making you feel cold as the winds flow.

— yet the only thing that keeps you warm is your cigarette. You take another drag as you look down on your hyper feminine outfit.

— "you left." A voice from behind you spoke up. "Yeah..?" You trail off as you take yet another drag of your cigarette.

— "i missed you."

— "stop being clingy."

— and then you noticed a pout on her face. "Stop pouting." You mutter taking another drag.

— "why do you smoke all the time?" She asks.

— "it's the only thing that brings me warmth and comfort." You answered. "Poetic enough for you?"

— she only giggles in response.

— and that sends butterflies to your stomach. She laughed at your joke?

— you didn't reply, instead you stood there admiring her beauty, completely forgetting about the cigarette.

— you didn't notice it, but she looks back at you.

— you clear your throat, dropping the cigarette down at the ground and stepping on it.

— "i-uh need to go now."

— you walk towards your apartment, but before you could reach it, a hand stops you.

— before you could say anything, you're pulled into a kiss.

— safe to say you didn't sleep that night.

— dating with Hyun-ju was different for you. For once she wasn't the reason that you smoked. The one person in your life that actually brought you comfort and peace.

— though, she hates it when you smoke. To the point she made a jar, that whenever she saw you smoking you would have to put money into it.

— she's got a very sharp eye.

— the nicotine that stains your lips are bitter, and she does not like that.

— the smell of your face whenever you came home, was disgustingly beautiful, the smell of nicotine mixing in with the sweet smell of your perfume.

— you didn't tell her, but slowly but surely you removed smoking from your day-to-day basis.

— an after a year into dating, you finally moved in with her. You still paid for the apartment due to your mom and sister living in it, but other than that you were relaxing for once.

— no more smokin' out the window.

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𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐇𝐜𝐬

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝!

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐨𝐤-𝐬𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐭𝐚𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐠𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!

— even though it seems cliche, you actually met Hyun-ju while escaping some people who perhaps want to either kill you or beat you to death.

— it's probably the second option.

— it was a dark and gloomy night, you were running until your legs hurt and your lungs burn. You couldn't see properly due to the broken lights.

— she was just there walking peacefully, with her groceries at hand. Then you bump into her, causing for the groceries to fall.

— "oh shit!" You exclaim falling onto the ground roughly. "I-i'm so so sorry." You scramble quickly to help her pick up the fruits that fell to the ground.

— you were lucky there was a street light above you, so you could properly see her beauty. You were stunned to say the least.

— someone so tall, and beautiful. The two things that always makes you breathless.

— "oh, i'm sorry also." She helped you up, slightly bringing you to the light. She never excepted your face to be like that.

— not that you were ugly, you were nothing like that in her eyes.

— you have a very soft voice, but despite that you just had a whole lot of bruises on your face, including a black eye that looked fresh. "Y-you." She stammered.

— you saw her look at your black eye and quickly hid it behind your hand. "Oh, no that's nothing." You force out a chuckle.

— "ya! You little bitch! Where are you!" A man screamed from a far, the sound coming from an echo.

— "shit." You mumble before standing up. "Wait." She says gripping your wrist, with a surprising firm grip.

— "you dropped this." She muttered handing you the stack of cash that you dropped.

— "ah, thank you." You smile taking the stack, before a another yell was heard. "You little bitch!" This time a lot more near.

— "i'm fucked." You whisper looking around for a place to hide. "I can help you."

— and as if it couldn't get any worse. The 'help' was going in a tight gap in between houses. It was really cliche.

— but the way she towered over you and still managed to look so beautiful in the dark was amazing. And it became even more amazing when a sudden instinct to pull her down into a kiss when the two men chasing you came was brave of you.

— you two pulled away only when the two men were no longer near. You honestly were breathless, by the kiss. You were also pretty speechless.

— she just looked so pretty, starring down at you, the way her hands subtly rest themself on your waist (you didn't notice), her breath tickling your face.

— you were ready to get crazy (with) for this woman. Risk your life for her.

— instead, you took the cowards way out and squeezed out of the gap. "Ah-uhm." You stammer before bowing to hide your red face.

— "thank you for saving me!" You force out a wide and proper smile. Though that action hurt you due to your bleeding lip.

— which she may have accidentally taste during your kiss. You did somewhat taste kinda sweet at least...

— "that looks like it hurts." She stepped closer to you. "Ah, yes. I-it does." You nod your head. She noticed the other bruises you had and felt bad for you.

— "do you want me to treat those for you?" She asked in a soft whisper.

— you hesitantly nod your head.

— she did treat the wounds on your face, though she couldn't help but wonder if you had any more wounds under that jacket. Especially when you made a small hiss when you stretched your arm.

— "do you have any other wounds?" She asked, her eyes scanning you from head to toe. "No." You gave her a shake of your head.

— "really?" She pointed to the bleed spot on your jacket's sleeve. You sigh and accepted your faith.

— when you took off your jacket, she took notice of the multiple bruises and wounds that were probably left un-treated on your arms, and the small scars that stained your wrists.

— when you notice her starring at your scars you quickly hid them by setting your hands down at your lap. "Ah." You yelp as she treated the wounds, the little face you make when you hiss making her silently chuckle.

— not that she found you getting hurt funny, it was just cute.

— "thank you, again." You thanked her one last time with a small bow. "Here. For causing you trouble." You say giving her a 50,000 bill.

— at first she refused but you practically shoved it in her hands and took off.

— for the rest of her week, she couldn't stop thinking about you. She couldn't also stop hoping that you would appear again.

— you also wanted the same, though you could only watch from afar. As you knew you could never be with her anyways. Given your current occupation and background of course.

— being in a gang has its perks, like getting to know someone without even talking to them. Your dad, Jang Deok-su is a shitty person when it comes to other people, but with you? Never. You want this clothing? He'll get it for you, steal it if he can't afford it. You want this information on a person? You'll have it.

— that's how you learned she was an ex-sergeant in the special forces, and that she's a transgender woman, and that she's currently in debt.

— your dad immediately knew that you liked her, you rarely asked him for anything. It's because he knew that you didn't and will never like being somewhat connected to a gang. He will always feel bad for you that he got you into this mess.

— so, he does everything you ask him off and doesn't let any harm go to you.

— that man starred at you weirdly? He would never stare at you again after the beating that he received. You got uncomfortable because a guy repeatedly tried to get with you? He would never talk to you again. And the two men from the other gang that chased you and beat you up? They were gone the next day.

— so when another week passed, you were miserable since you didn't see her again, not even from afar.

— so one day when you were walking near the same alley way, you found a group of men, teasing and kicking up a lady.

— wait. You know her. She's Hyun-ju! Cho Hyun-ju! (You know because you read her information)

— thankfully your dad's gang base was near enough. You called him. "Appa, i need your help." You whisper into the phone, and with that you could hear him scream at his men to gather their weapons. "Where are you?" He asked. "Uhm.. y'know that one alley way near the base? I'm there." You tell him. "Okay, stay put. We'll be there."

— and with that you hang up the phone. Yet, you couldn't stand still. "Ya!" You yell at the group of men. "What are you doing to that poor lady!" You yell again this time walking closer.

— and with that they do stop. "Why." One of them walks closer to you. "Who are you to tell me to stop?" He walked eerily closer to you.

— "no don't hurt her!" She yelled before one of the men kick her. "You call that a lady?" He points out her deep voice.

— "yeah. Because that's what she is." You take a step back. "Yeah?" And with that he roughly pushes you down on the ground, he was about to kick you but a sudden yell stopped him.

— "ya!" Your dad yelled before hitting him in the face with baseball bat. "Don't you ever hurt my daughter again!" He screamed at him before knocking him out.

— "thank you, appa." You thanked him with a small bow of your head. "No need. You're my daughter." He said as he wiped off blood on his knuckles.

— "we'll get going. See you, appa." You help her get up, as you carefully examine her wounds. "This is a dangerous alleyway. Ya, you two. Go with them"

— "i'll see you later." He says to you. "Keep them safe." He says to the two other delinquents.

— when the both of you entered the comfort of her home, the two men staying outside.

— she finally let her emotions spill. "I can't do this anymore." She cried into your shoulder. "There are days that i'm too scared to come out of my house."

— you were never good in comforting people, especially when the people you grew up with were men who almost never cried.

— so, you did your best.

— when she finally calmed down, that when you started to treat her wounds and bruises. You felt so bad for her. Getting treated like this just because she's finally becoming who she really is.

— "thank you." She smiled, she took notice how gentle and soft your hands and palms were, and how gentle you spoke to her.

— it was as if you weren't part of a gang.

— "how are you great this?" She was in awe of your skills to treat bruises and wounds. "Let's say i have a certain dream that could never happen." You confess with a small chuckle.

— "really? A nurse." She asked and you nodded. "Yep. Ever since i was a kid, i was the one who took care of their wounds. I even read multiple books about it."

— "what about you?"

— "well, i never knew what i wanted after high school. So i became a special forces soldier instead. I was a sergeant."

— "yeah i know." You chuckle picking up a bandaid. "I'm sorry?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "I-i uhm. Sorry, what was the question?"

— you could only stand up and walk to the bathroom to escape the awkward air.

— and with that you came back with a small bowl filled with water and small towel to clean the blood off of her.

— "uhm, c-could you." You stutter trying to find a way to get her shirt off.

— NOT IN THAT WAY.

— but thankfully, she understood and took off her shirt.

— and yet again, she left you breathless and speechless.

— her strong and well-defined arms, that you wish could hold you. Her large hands that felt soft in the best way ever, she could choke you any time. And her big–

— wait! No stop! Stop starring!

— you thought as you look away from her out of respect. "C-could you give me your arm?" You stutter, your hands trembling.

— "you can look at me, y'know?"

— "i-i."

— there you took her arm in your hands, gently wiping the now wet cloth on the blood on her arm.

— "i'm sorry. Does it hurt?" You asked as you more gentleness to wipe the blood off her. "Yeah, but don't worry. I've been through more pain before."

— your hands trembled more as you reach to wipe blood off her biceps, and pressing a bandaid on one of the cuts there. And moving closer to her meant you could see her... even if you looked down.

— damn your eyes!

— but they have never felt so lucky before.

— "look at me." She softly demanded, and you did as she said. You looked up slowly. "Why are you so nervous?" She knew why, but she wanted to tease you.

— the way you stammered over your words was cute, and the way your eyes wandered all around the place was even cuter.

— then she couldn't resist any more. She pulling you into a soft yet rough kiss. "Hyun-ju!" You yelp against her lips.

— you feel her hands trail down to your waist, while yours trailed up to her face. This kiss was different from the last one. It felt more... natural.

— she pulled away only to pull you into her lap, in which she pulled you into another kiss. Rougher this time, yet it felt even better than the last one.

— and that's how you ended up waking up on a bed, that's much more comfortable than yours. The bed was empty, weird.

— you put on your clothes and gently opened the door. "Ah, you're awake." She spoke from the kitchen, as she saw your head poking out.

— "yes, i am." You smile looking at the time. "What time did you even wake up? It's way too early." It was already 11.

— "military training and stuff. So now i wake up very early." She says cooking scrambled eggs. "Thank you, for saving me last night. I'm sorry i forgot you thank you."

— "i thought you showed me how thankful you were." You said with a slight smirk looking down at the ground, which she found cute.

— "how can you be so cute for a delinquent?" She said as she walked over to you.

— "i was just born like this." You innocently shrug your shoulders as her hands found your waist. "Mhm." She hummed before pressing a kiss on your lips.

— yet that moment of sweetness was cut short since the sound of multiple texts and missed calls came in from her phone.

— "who is that?" You ask with a small pout as she lets go. Her smile dropped into a frown as she saw the messages.

— "no one." She shakes her head, quickly dismissing the topic.

— you stayed there until 4, your fun ending since your dad wanted you back.

— "do you really have to leave so soon?"

— "yeah, my dad wants me back."

— "okay fine. But, will you go out with me? You and me, Friday night." You immediately accepted her offer with a wide smile.

— "here's my number." She gives you a piece of paper, but due to having her information you didn't need it. "No thanks. I already have it." You shake your head and walk to the door. "Wait what?" She mumbled confused.

— before leaving, you took a glance on who was texting her. And with that you knew that she owed him a lot of money.

— this is a situation where being in a gang becomes handy. Let's just say he didn't bother her any more.

— two months into dating. Your whole life, aesthetic, and personality changed drastically.

— to dressing into big and baggy clothes, into dressing more feminine clothes and wearing dresses.

— you never really had feminine clothes, being surrounded by men surely never helped. But nevertheless, your dad tried his best to find you more feminine clothes when you were a kid. But he was terrible at it. So, he gave up.

— and now you changed. And he's got to meet the person who changed you.

— and that's how you ended up here. "Appa, Hyun-ju. And Hyun-ju, my dad. Jang Deok-su."

— your dad didn't like her at first, but when he weirdly asked Hyun-ju to fight with one of the gang's members. She won.

— it was no surprise to you of course, but to them it was. And from that day on, they respected her. As so did you dad.

— he actually grew to like her, and always bragged how he approved of her from the start.

— he didn't.

— so when the both of you planned to move and get married in Thailand. He brought the ticket for yhe both of you as a present.

— she invited her closest friends, and you invited the whole gang. Literally.

— your dad paid for the whole wedding, well not all of it. Only the reception, which in everyone got drunk, and the both of you as well.

— it's safe to say, your honeymoon started 5 hours into the after-party.

[jellxzy]

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞! (𝐆𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠... 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠)

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝!

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫!! 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲! 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐓 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨... 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐋/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 “𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞“ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 “𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞“

You stood in-front of the mirror with shaky hands as you fixed your over-sized gray blazer. You fiddled with the hem of the black mini skirt you wore, soon tying up the laces of black worn-out convers you wore.

Sure, it wasn’t your first time on a date with a woman, but it's your first time asking out a woman. Usually it had been them, with you giving them subtle hints. But after two months of waiting patiently, you did the first move.

And that's how you got here, trying to somewhat fix the poorly tied tie, and your wrinkled white button up. You tried to dress fancy, given that you want this to end up well.

Though you didn't have the right clothes for it, so you stole some from your good ole' brother. The trousers couldn't fit on you so, you went for the black skirt instead.

In other words, you tried your very best. You picked up the bouquet of flowers that sat on your table, picking out your fanciest-looking purse and left your apartment.

The reason you went all out on your outfit was, that was because you had nothing else to impress her with. Your apartment was shit, one kick away from crumbling. You had no car, not even a drivers license. You had nothing, nothing at all.

You just had your crazy-good fashion sense and a smart mind. You fiddled with your glasses, fixing them and your hair. You rang the doorbell to her house, breathing deep but steady breaths before hiding the bouquet behind your back.

You stood there patiently waiting for her to open the gate, or do anything. Nervously mumbling words of praises under your breath. "You can do this.", "you look beautiful and she will love you.".

Then she opened the door, you instantly look up from your feet. Even if she wore something casual—wait, she's wearing something casual.

First wrong of the date: "hey, beautiful." You tried to flirt with her, keyword: tried. But you still desperately failed so bad. And with a wide blush coming up on your cheeks looked down on your feet again. "Sorry." You mumble giving her the hidden bouquet of flowers from behind your back.

"This is really pretty." She smiled and took the flowers on your hands and smelled them. "You look really pretty." She looked up from the flowers and her eyes met yours. "T-thank you, you look beautiful, Hyun-ju." You grin before grabbing her hand in yours.

"Sorry, i thought we were going for something casual." She said looking down at her casual outfit. "No, it's alright. I should've asked you beforehand. You still look really beautiful."

The walk to the restaurant was near but there was still a distance. "Sorry, i don't have a car. And plus the restaurant's parking is shitty." You tell her with a small smile, which she just let smiles at.

"It's fine. This is actually the best date ever." She chuckles, brushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Don't worry too much about this date, i want you to enjoy." She said as she subtly intertwines her fingers with hers.

Second wrong of the date: "Uhm, hi. Reservation for L/n, please." You smile. "Oh, uhm. I'm sorry, i can't find your name in here." She scrolls through the book. "Uhm, what?" You nervously chuckle, though you just send an already worried Hyun-ju a smile.

"Can i talk to F/n, please?" You say with an irritated smile as your friend walks over to you. "So...?" She trails off. "What the hell!" You whisper shout at her as she pulls you behind a car. "Look, i'm sorry. I didn't have time to put you on the reservation list. I'm really busy, and we're filled with people."

"What am i gonna do now?" You huff in annoyance as you rub your temples. "Uhm, there's this other really nice restaurant. It's just a couple blocks from here." Your friend suggests. "Fine, but i'll never let you live down this moment ever again."

And with that you walk away. You force a smile as you walk on over to her, but it seems she already knows it. "So, we search for other restaurants?" She smiles as she intertwines her fingers with yours once again.

"Are you sure? You can go back home, i'll just reschedule this date." You look up at her with sad eyes. "No, i want this date to continue." She smiled looking at your eyes, before hesitantly pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Fireworks. You felt fireworks erupting inside of you as she pressed her soft lips on your forehead. "Sorry, am i moving too fast?" She asks with worried eyes, but you shake your head with a wide smile and a blush on your cheeks. "No."

Third wrong of the date: as the both of you talk and walk towards the restaurant, people who walks by, stare at the both of you with disgust planted on their face. The way they would walk slowly just to whisper something, then walk away like nothing happened.

It made you sick to your stomach. You would never except people to be like this. You hated that. You hated how they would stare at the both of you with such disgust, as if they're perfect people.

Your hands ball up into a fist as you tried your best not to glare at them. You snap out of your thoughts as Hyun-ju stopped walking. You looked at her with confusion. "I'm sorry." She apologized turning to look at you. "I'm sorry, you're getting all these looks because of me."

"It's okay. I-i'm used to it." You grab her cold hands and try to warm it with yours. "I don't mind." You smile. "Do you want me to cook for you instead?" You offer, brushing your thumb over her knuckles. "I promise, i make decent food."

"I would love that." She smiles. "Your apartment closer, right? Let's go there instead." She says, you and Hyun-ju walk to your apartment, talking and laughing once again. This time with no one to interrupt the two of you.

Since it was night, the streets near your apartment are usually quiet. So all the sounds that you could only hear was the sounds of her giggles and laugh at your stupid jokes.

Stupid jokes that at least made her laugh.

Once the both of you reach your apartment, you turn on the dim lights, preparing dinner whilst she sat on the very uncomfortable couch. "Sorry, i'm not the richest." You spoke up from the kitchen. "Don't worry. I'm touring myself instead."

She looked at the portraits and family pictures you had set up on the shelf, it was clear that you loved your family. The shelves were filled with books, occupying most of the shelves. You loved to read. She kept that in mind.

And, you also loved to cook. She guessed that from the row of cook books you had. "You're not gonna find any gold in there, that's for sure." And she chuckled at that as you set up your dinner and hers.

After eating dinner, the both of you decided to sit on the couch and watch tv instead. After a few minutes, despite your desperate fighting, sleep won over you. Your head slowly leaning towards her shoulder, she didn't mind. In fact, she liked it.

She admired you whilst you slept, the moon light seeping through the windows as you slept, lighting up your face perfectly. "Best date ever." She whispered under her breath before pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"Best date ever." You whisper back, waking up from her kiss. "So, let's do this again?" You asked with eyes full of hope. "I would love that. Now go to sleep."

The next morning, you woke up with a goddess laying next to you, admiring your features. And it was truly the best date ever despite all the things that happened.

[jellxzy]

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧.

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬, 𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫?

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐒𝐨 𝐮𝐡𝐦... 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲!! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐫𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐥! 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬! 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟.

As always, your morning was filled with happiness and joy. Yes, you do feel sadness, though you'd rather get through the sadness by the help of staying happy. Even if it means getting beat by the loan sharks that threaten your life every single second of your pathetic life. Their words not yours, so that's how you ended up here.

Dress in a green jumpsuit, with the number 192. The big room was filled with people, with their own numbers displayed on the back of their jackets. Soon the first game started.

Deadly, yay!

Then the second, you walked around the room, your hands fiddling with the hem of your jacket as you searched for members. It was good that you were also confident (enough) and friendly, you thought at first that getting four other people to join you was easy.

But one look at you and they say no. You understood them, you're really understanding also yay? But you understood that they didn't want you in their group. By one mere look, it was obvious you were frail and weak, it didn't also help that the next game was a secret.

And just when you were loosing hope, you walk past a group of four, knowing they would probably say no to you too. Especially when most of them are women already, and the only man looks...

"Hey." A deep voice called out to you from behind. "Yes?" You turn around, an automatic smile came on your lips. "Do you want to be in our group? We're missing one more member."

And with that you put on a genuine smile, and with a nod you found your team. Your right leg was strapped with the tall woman's left, and every time you would mess up she would be there to comfort you and help you.

She's really sweet. And beautiful.

After the game ended, you automatically went to your designated bunk and laid there, starring at the metal bunk on top. Trying to calm your breathing as you had just witnessed multiple death and so much blood.

You were definitely new to seeing this, your life, which was once filled with sunshines and rainbows went away with a blink of an eye. You thought of multiple way to try and get over this, yet none could ever work.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the same tall woman's earlier, which you now learn is Cho Hyun-ju, pretty name for a pretty woman. "Hey, do you want to go stay with us instead? It would be good to stay with people." She smiled as you did too.

With shaky legs you get up from your bed and walk with Hyun-ju towards the small space they occupy. The rest of the team talk with amongst each other and laugh of course, until they reach a certain sensitive topic about Hyun-ju.

"Wait, you're trans?" You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "Yeah." She nods with a soft chuckle. "I didn't know that." You mumble. "Really? With my deep voice? And adams apple?"

"Well, the adams apple thing, i thought that a rare percentage of women have it, and the deep voice was because you're a contralto or something." You shrugged your shoulders, and with that she chuckles once again. "And you're really pretty." You subtly add, looking down at your lap.

She blushes and gets flustered at that. The little moment was cut off by a loud noise, and the last players enter the bunk room.

Then the next game happened, and everything went to hell after that. Young-mi died. The only person that you thought was just like you, died. She was too young to die, every one here is too young to die. Except for player 100. He can drop dead anytime.

After her death Hyun-ju mostly kept to herself, you were there trying to somewhat cheer her up. "Hyun-ju." You say coming back to her with a roll of gimbap in hand. "Eat up." You say with a small pout as you bring a piece of gimbap near to her mouth.

"You're gonna need energy, Hyun-ju." You offer her a small smile. "Fine." She huffed giving in and eating the gimbap. "We can share this one. I can't really finish this." You tell her with a big smile as you eat a gimbap.

After a few minutes the two of you finish your gimbap, and soon enough it was time to close the lights.

You and Hyun-ju hid under the bed as the lights went out the killings started, you closed your eyes and covered your ears. Hyun-ju noticed that and instinctively wrapped an arm around you. "I'll keep you safe, i promise." She whispers to you.

And you fell, at that moment. You fell for her.

The lights went on, and then it was time for you guys to move. You acted as if you were dead for a distraction so Hyun-ju could grab a gun. You helped Hyun-ju kill the guards, though you weren't an exact pro at using guns, you still knew something.

"How are you good at guns?" Hyun-ju chuckle as she killed a guard, the two of you hid behind to reload. "My dad was an illegal arms dealer, he thought me a thing or two." You chuckle. "But you're so..."

"Bright? Joyous? Full of glee? Beautiful?" You giggle as the moment fully took over you, your eyes boring into Hyun-ju's.

Though that moment ended quick, by a gun shot sound.

Oh, and also a bullet entering only your arm, thankfully. "Hyun-ju." You mumble gripping the wound tight as she killed the guard. She carried you towards the nearest bed, carefully setting you down.

"Hyun-ju, i'm fine." You choke out a chuckle, as blood poured out of the wound, she ripped a piece of cloth from the bed sheet and wrapped it near the wound tightly.

Geum ja (i don't know if i got the name right) arrived helping you with the wound. "I promise, i'm fine." You smile widely even after getting hurt. "Now go, explain to them how the gun works before they kill themselves." Hyun-ju reluctantly walked away, her eyes glancing over to you.

"You like her don't you?" Geum ja teased you. "I don't." You mumble looking down at your lap as a pink blush covered your face. "You do. Don't lie to your elders." She warns. "If you do, you should go for it. Ask her out, the two of you are very beautiful ladies. You have my blessing to marry her."

That shocked you, a lot. "Woah, marry already? I haven't even asked her out yet." You laugh with Geum ja, and at the right moment Hyun-ju glanced at the two of you. The sight of seeing you laugh making her heart melt.

"Geum ja, please look over her." Hyun-ju told the older lady, whilst you raised a brow at that. "What do you mean?" You slightly chuckle. "Y/n, do you really think you're in the state to fight with us?"

"Yes, to be frank. I do think so. I've been through something much worse." You nod your head, your smile faltering. "Honey, don't." You fell even more at that.

"Don't, i can do this." You mumble standing up and walking towards the guns to get one. "Y/n, stop." She held your wrist tightly, halting your movements. She pulled you behind one of the fallen bunk beds. "Stop. I am not gonna let you die. I told you. I would protect you, right? And i am not gonna let you die."

"Why? Why do you think that i'm gonna die there?" You argue with her, (first argument with the loml!) "you have a gun wound. You can barely move your arm, do not test me." She points a finger to your face. "I'm sorry." She apologized soon after.

"I..." like you. Hyun-ju thought as she gripped your hands with hers. "Fine, i won't go." You mumble looking down at your shoes. "Thank you." She smiled lifting your head by pulling your chin upwards with her finger.

Hyun-ju and the others, grabbed guns and ammunition whilst getting ready to head out. "Hyun-ju." You called out to her. "Before you leave, i have to say something."

"What is it?" She asked with a small encouraging smile.

"I-I don't really know how to do this but, i like you. Like i really do. I don't care what people will think about us, i honestly only care about what you think. I liked since i first saw you, your dark eyes gazing into mine leaving me to feel completely hopeless. And whenever i'm around you i feel as if like i'm protected. And i promise you, when we get out i will treat you—if not better, than any person can. I will respect you, always. A-and.." You trail off as you grab a ring on my hand and put it on her pinky.

"This a promise ring, for both of us. I promise to treat you like the best girlfriend ever, and always love you through sickness i will always take care of you. But, promise me. You will make it out alive with me, or without even. Just make it out alive." You say, finishing your rambles.

"Shit, i accidentally proposed didn't i?" You cursed under your breath which she chuckled at. "What ever it was, yes." She nods, her head leaning down slightly to capture your lips into a kiss.

"I promise." She intertwines your pinkys before she leaves, you blow her a kiss as she closes the door.

In the end, the promise was kept. You two did get out of there alive and wealthy, the both of you went to thailand, got engaged, then adopted multiple cats.

Every once in a while, the both of your visit Geum ja and her son in korea.

And you both lived happily ever after!

[jellxzy]

incorrect quotes || twd

carl: the two of you would totally be the ghostfaces. he says to you and daryl

you and daryl: you'd do the killing.

you: why me? you're more deadly.

daryl: but I always do the killing, lemme do the calls.

you: but you're so socially awkward and you grunt most of the time.

daryl: grunts, you're being unfair. he pouts.

you: you're a grown man stop pouting. fine you do the calls, and I'll do the killing. but who'd go first...

you and daryl: hm. Eugene. you and daryl smirk mischievously to Eugene who's quietly eating popcorn in the corner.

[jellxzy]

katana buddies || michonne x fem! reader

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞. 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬?

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

you were on your own, surviving alone. moving from place to place, never staying in one place for more than a day. until you met rick and his group, you were different from them. they had their guns, while you stayed with the classic Odachi.

it was your father’s, you didn’t know he kept a whole odachi under his bed. you’ve never used a gun before in your whole life, so you sticked with the sword, you were pretty good at it to.

but bad with long distance aim because of your bad eye sight. you different from them, so when you met her, michonne, outside the fence, multiple walkers around her yet none of them bitting her.

you let her in, treating her wounds, giving her new clothes because she smelt like shit. she had a stern and fierce look on her face, always. even if you were talking to her.

no matter how soft you were to her or how calm your voice is, she’s always had a stern look. it was a few weeks when she finally softened up. laughing at one of your jokes while two of you watch over the base.

you’d never admit it out loud but you hated the way rick touched her wound just to make her talk about the whereabouts of glen and maggie. sure you wanted to find out where, he was practically a big brother to you.

but he didn’t have to hurt her like that.

the two of you often take walks around the perimeter, guarding the prison while talking about stuff, anything she talks about for you seems so interesting. she was also funny, but of course she always says you’re the funnier one.

you two really bonded over such small time, it wasn’t even forced, well you talked to her until she’d talk to you. and when she did, it was the best.

you didn’t know why you wanted to be her friend so much. not until last week, you finally learned after months of staying with her, you’d fallen for her.

you confessed to her, not really expecting her to like you back. you confessed with really, really awkward words and well expression. but she liked you back, well first she laughed at your awkwardness, then she told you, she liked you back.

and now you’re here, being lovey dovey every second you get with her. watching her workout, watching her not working out with her. she didn’t like pda that much, but she will get clingy to you the second you get privacy.

and in the end, she will always be the sweetest to you, and you only. you’ll always be her girl. through sickness. even carl teases the both of you for acting like a married couple.

but you two just loved each other so much that it’s corny. like really corny, coming from carl. you two loved carl like your own son, whenever being on supply runs with him, you always get not so much supply, why?

the three of you are too busy putting on silly sunglasses and taking pictures, and doing races around the abandon streets, singing around to old music. you and michonne even gifted carl a stack of comic books for his birthday.

it took a long time to find the complete series that isn't completely ruined or covered in walker blood or normal human blood. but one day, you found one comic store that was locked. but you and michonne opened it, and found fresh comic books, not covered in anything.

he was over the moon with those stupid comic books. you and michonne loved him, and would done anything to protect him.

a/n: my wife frfrfr. another fic! upcoming Rosita fic??? oop it's already in the works!

[jellxzy]

"bunny" || Beth greene Grimes! fem! reader

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨.

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐚!

it all started on one specific morning, well it was before breakfast, and you two were in one of the watch towers, you know, watching stuff. and guarding zombie's.

you and Beth had a secret relationship, hidden from her father, or yours, to anyone basically. but Maggie, she was the one who gave Beth the idea to confess to you, plus the flowers, but that was Beth's idea. and you liked her too, of course you did, you two were inseparable from the first day you met, to now.

back to present, you two were sweetly cuddling while watching over the prison, or your base, with her back-hugging you. you watch walkers near the base with the sniper rick trusted you on, while she breathes in your scent, which she always found you sweet-smelling. and humming her favorite song softly.

she was your favorite human, even more so than carl. since she was always so sweet to you, bringing you flowers whenever she finds them, always bringing you presents and gifts. on days she can't find any flowers, because of rick. she gives you kisses on the cheek as gifts, she was the one who showed you any affection, the only who showed you affection in what was left of the world.

not that anyone even showed you affection in the normal world, you didn't even have your first kissed yet, nor your first relationship. you were only 16 when the apocalypse started, you didn't have a lot of time to do those things.

you flinched when she pressed a kiss on your neck, not used to the feeling. "sorry." she mumbled, as her arms around you loosened since she backed away a little. "n-no it's fine, I'm not used to getting kisses there." you mumbled, regretting your words after.

"are you sure? i don’t want to make you uncomfortable or something." she whispered, looking down on her feet. you dropped your sniper on the desk, turning around to look at her. "i'm sure." you lift her head and look into her sweet, and innocent eyes.

"you could never do something to make me uncomfortable." you press a soft kiss on her cheek, you hand resting on her cheek. and she did it, she stole your first kiss. her hands trail to your waist pulling you closer to her.

she walked until the back of your knees hit the desk making you sit on it, pushing away your sniper rifle, beth placed her hands on the desk, pinning you.

you two pull away to get air into your lungs, due to kissing for a long time. "was-was that okay?" she asks, making you look up. "it was okay, it was great." you answer, cupping her cheeks and kissing her once again.

she pulls away fron the kiss, instead trailing her kisses down your neck. but before anything happens. "is this okay?" she asks, as you nod your head, slowly lifting your head, so she gains more access.

she spreads kisses on your neck until she reaches a spot that makes you quietly moan, but she notices that, so she put her attention to that one spot only. whilst you make more sounds, her hands go back to your waist, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

her kissing soon turned into soft biting and licking it afterwards, you were shocked. and even more shocked when you heard daryl quietly chuckle, while beth was to focused to even hear him.

"beth." you pushed her away, fixing your messed up hair. "breakfast's ready." he said, walking away, still softly chucklin to himself. beth seemed a little sad when you pushed her away. "beth s-sorry." you whisper, holding her hand.

"no. it's fine." she smiled, kissing youd cheek before the both of you come down from the watch tower and towards the group. "here's your breakfast, bunny." daryl snickers giving you your bowl of food.

you pull him aside, away from the group, and have a small chat with him. "bunny? really? real mature." you sternly say, rolling your eyes. "says the one who made out with someone, when they're suppose to be watching over the base. god you two are like glenn and magie, same tower by the way."

and with that you physically gag. "ew, what? really, same tower?" you ask as he just walks away, not bothering to look at you. "that's so disgusting." you mutter under you breath, a disgusted look on my face.

"hey, y/n, you alright?" you father asked you, as you walk to the group. "yeah." you nod, sternly looking at daryl, as if an eagle watching over their prey. but to daryl, you were just a bunny looking at a strawberry. in short: you were nothing but a kid for him.

"what do you want, bunny." he grumbled.

you were just eating you food and watching daryl, if he ever says anything to you father, or Beth's, when said; Beth comes and sits next to you.

"hey, you okay?" she asks, the both of you were separated from the group, but still close to them. "yeah, i'm okay, why?" you answer, as you felt her hand on top of yours, blushing with the sudden contact.

"nothing, you're looking at daryl like you wanna eat him alive." she jokes, making me laugh. "no, it-it's fine, i'm just watching over him-" she cuts you sentence short. "afraid our dad's will find out?" she whispers, then she lead's the both of you to her cell, or room, as she likes to call it.

"what if, i'm ready. to tell everyone. but are you ready? i mean we have been dating for a few months now. and i'm not scared anymore." she says, holding your hands in hers. "i-i don't think i'll ever be ready, but i'm sure of us, so whenever they ask, i guess we just say yes?"

"i love you. bunny." she said, making you chuckle, then seeing her serious expression. "look, i love you too. but bunny, really?" you chuckled as she burrowed her eyebrow together.

"yeah, i heard daryl calling you it. and you do look like a bunny." she smiles, pinching your cheeks. "stop that." you blush, pouting. "i do not look like a bunny." you try hard not to pout, but it's in you nature.

"yes you do." she giggles, still pinching your cheeks, making your cheeks more red. "stop it.” you giggle, as she soon tickles you. once the laughing calms down, you both make eye contact, silence filling the small room, a comfortable silence.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, bunny.”

[jellxzy]

sorry. || santana lopez and sam evans?

you and santana were…friends, well secret friends, who sometimes makes out and sometimes scissor. it’s complicated, santana tells you it’s nothing, and you tell her ‘ok’ simply agreeing with her instead of arguing.

she had boyfriend, well still has, and it’s puck, she tells you, that she’s gonna break up with him, but it’s always, later, or ‘why do you even care?’ you shrugged it off, knowing deep inside that you cared a little, and plus it was deep inside you, like her fin-

but moving on, you hated the fact that you were just her little side piece, god you felt like a mistress, you hated how she treated you like a shit, she was degrading you every minute, not that you didn’t like it, but still.

her words felt like a stab in your heart, when you weren’t having sex, but still, she called you all the things there was in the book of ‘lopez insults’

—that’s her notebook that filled all the insults she said to people, and to who. you were a big topic on that book, being the number one she bullies, at least you were number one to her.

and what upseted you the most is whenever a guy takes interest in you, possibly asking you out, and she would drive them away, telling them lies about you, causing them to not text you back anymore.

and what was worse, was that she didn’t care, she didn't care one bit, she didn't care she was hurting you, she didn't care that you were crying in front of her. instead she's kicking you out, even if it was your own room.

she hurt you, a lot, too many to count, to hurt to count, so you stopped, replying to her texts, eventually started to ignore her, as if she would ever talk to you in school. but still you ignored her, whenever you see her in the hallways to whenever you see her enter a bathroom, when you really need to pee. just ignoring her whole entire existance.

until, a boy, with beach blond hair, big lips, tall, muscular, came into your world. you were in charge of showing him around the school, you guys talked, which led to laughing, which led to him slowly and softly flirting with you, not giving out the image if a creep who just wants to get into a girl's pants.

in fact, he was excited to get to know you, your ups and downs, your wrongs ,your rights, everything about your life just seemed interesting to him. and it was surprising, since he was the star quarter back, he had blonde hair, he was the perfect type, a stereotypical ken, while you, you were a Raquelle.

when he came to you, asking for advice on how to ask a girl out, you thought he was gonna ask out Quinn Fabray, i mean who wouldn't, she was your stereotypical Barbie, plus the pregnant part. even though you were hurt on the inside, as you thought that, but you were used to getting hurt, so you shrugged it off.

"well first, courting, every woman wants that. take her on dates, wait patiently for a yes, but to ask her that, you have to give her presents, first." you tell the boy, as an idea sparked in his mind. "give her chocolates, or flowers. but for me, i personally, i don't get the use of flowers, i mean they're boring, and well chocolates are the best."

then that sparked turned into an even bigger one. "and honestly, just be yourself. girls will like that." you smile at him, one last time, before you walk off to your next class.

he was super sweet to you, he was a natural gentleman. he would hold your heavy bags, filled with textbooks, and some other stuff. he would wait for you in the entrance of the school. helping you carry your books to your next class, no matter how far his classroom was from yours. protecting you from the jocks, and slushees. there was even one time when he stood in front of you taking the slushee, since you wore a white shirt.

he helped you a lot, but not to much to leave you feeling like a helpless girl who needs help every second. he, again, was sweet to you, he was to good to be true. so Santana walked up to him. "hey there, sammy evans." she said, with a evil smirk upon her face.

"uh, hey." the blond boy said awkwardly. "haven't you heard?" she asks him. "that girl right there, has got a little problem" she adds, gesturing to an alcohol addiction.

"huh." the boy asked. "yeah, it's true, she was caught buying vodka in a liquor store." she nods, trying to make him believe. "yeah, so you should stay away from her, she'll just hurt you." and with that, the latina walked away, leaving the blond to be confused.

he believed her, a little. a big part of him knows that it was probably a lie. but, you kept secrets about you hidden very well, you knew how to hide something or not. but whatever it was, he knew he was ready to work through it with you.

so the next day, he came up to you, with a big, goofy grin. he wore a messy blazer over his shirt, and hid chocolates behind his back. "sooo, y/n. i want to make this twenty minutes before your first class, worth it." he paused taking a deep breath. "i want to court you. i've liked you for a really really long time, ever since i've first met, you. i like your eyes, i like your smile, the way you laugh, the way you style, the way your hair smells so good in the morning, the way you're often sleeping in class, but still manages to pass. the way you think you're not the most perfect human being, even though you surely are. even if you're mean to people, even to me. i like you so damn much, not to take this chance and leap into your heart. ew, cringe i know. but i like you, so so much. to the point-well i'm not gonna say it yet, i know how much you hate people saying that so early one. but i really really really, like you. and only you. no one else. just you, in my heart right here." he says, pointing to his heart.

"yes." you breath out, smiling. genuinely smiling, like a big dumb dork. "r-really?" his grins grows so much bigger, obviously happy with my answer.

"of course, who wouldn't you're absolutely fucking perfect." you chuckle, as he hugs you tightly. "i know how much you hate when romcom leads kiss each other the first second they meet each other."

"you know me so much. maybe too much." you joke, "i mean i do know you're secretly working undercover. but it's between us." he whispers, looking around, actually playing around with the joke.

what you didn't know was, santana was actually watching from the far, an unsettling feeling in her stomach. she wanted to shrug it off, but she couldn’t, just seeing you being so happy with someone that wasn’t her, it just does that.

so she made a plan. after all your classes, you’re at your locker putting away your books, fortunately your class ended early, due; to only having a quiz the whole class hour.

but as you were walking to sam’s class, decided to wait for him there, you were suddenly pulled into the janitors closet, by your bag. the lights were close, you felt someone behind your back, while a hand covered your mouth, shutting you off, their other arm wrapped around you tightly, to refrain you from leaving, or fighting back.

you were scared, you didn’t know who this person was, of course you were scared. it lasted about ten minutes, when the arm tightly wrapped around you let you go to open the light. you immediately turned back around, reaching for the door knob, but it was locked.

"ow! my feet!" a voice too familiar said. "what the fuck do you want?" your voice stern. your face cold. "i want you. it's been to long since we're last together." she said, walking closer to you, placing a quick kiss on your neck. "fuck off." you push her away.

"y/n. i'm sorry." you couldn't believe it, santana lopez, the santana lopez said sorry to you. "what?" you mumble. "i treated you like absolute shit. i put away your feelings, and i am so so sorry. i'm willing to do anything to make you forgive me. i camd to my senses and realized that, i'm..i'm in love with you. i'm in love with you y/n. i treated you like shit because i felt like shit being in love with you, i knew you would never reciprocate. so i treated yo that way. but i was really just mad at myself. i'm sorry." she says, genuinely.

"i like you too. liked you. but you just treated me like shit, you made me feel like i was nothing but a waste of air." she looked down on her feet, biting her lip not knowing what to say. "i know you're sorry."

"i really am.”

“i know. but you’re too late.”

“sorry.”

“i know.”

[jellxzy]

always you || harley quinn x fem! reader

in which, harley always ends up with you.

it all started as an innocent thing. it was you being friendly, but even before harley knew your name she fell in love with you.

you would just usually give her a dollar to buy her favorite sandwich and she would go away. but after a few months, she stuck around, waking up with her burning down you’re kitchen, or on somedays you’d wake up with her just staring at you with pure admiration.

of course it was creepy, but then you got used to it. you don’t know how she would get in your apartment in the first place, but it was harley, so you really shouldn’t question.

on some days, when you got off of work you would see her in your couch eating food from your fridge, you’d kick her out of your apartment, since you can’t afford two people, plus she was a criminal, you couldn’t afford to go to jail.

but then, it was harley, she’d promise you no harm will ever go your way. but still you kicked her out. then you’d nail your windows shut. to stop her from entering your apartment. it did work for a year, and you were scared to admit it bu last year was gray. and as much you hate it, she brought out the best in you, and that she was the color of your life.

but then this specific night, a knock woke you up, you worked a nine to five, so of course you were angry. “what do you want.” you grumbled, as you rubbed your eyes, opening your door. “oh i’ve missed you!” harley exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

“h-harley.” you mumble, super tiredly. “i missed you so much, y/n.” she said again, pulling away with a big smile. “it’s 3 am, what are you doing?” you ask her. “well i missed you, and i just got out of prison!” she exclaimed, as your eyes grew wide in shock.

“what? so you go to me?” you pull her inside your apartment, checking if anyone saw. “oh c’mon, you missed me too.” she smiled, that stupid and wicked smile. “no. look you’re gonna get me in trouble. okay, so leave now.” you say with a stern look, as you open the window for her.

“what. makin’ me leave already?” she says, with a sadistic smile. “yes. now go.” you weren’t backing down, you wanted her out. the only things she brought you is trouble, and a couple furniture, and some jewelry she stole, but still, trouble.

“oh c’mon, hon. don’t be like that. i missed you, and you probably missed me too.” she steps closer to you, a soft smile on her lips, the moonlight shining upon her face. “c’mon, just a few more minutes?” she asks, her hands wandering to your waist, as her lips slowly went to yours.

you could’ve pulled away, but instead, you deepen the kiss by wrapping your arms around her neck, holding her closely. you guys kissed for a few more seconds, until her tongue poked your bottom lip, and you let her enter.

her tongue exploring every part of your mouth, you only pulled away so you could get some air. she looked you in the eyes, watching your every move, when you regain your breathing, she tugged on the hem of your shirt, then pulling it off.

she was like an animal, as soon as your shirt was off, she grabbed your hips, throwing your shirt off somewhere. she lifted you up, easily like you were paper, allowing for your legs to be wrapped around her. then kissing you once again.

she entered your room, and once you were laid down on the bed, she took off her shirt and your pants. after that she slowly but surely kissed down your body, removing your undergarments in the process.

she kissed down your body until she reached your core, lifting your legs on her shoulders, she kissed and made hickeys on your inner thighs before—you know what’s next.

let’s just say you—well she went all night long, until you even couldn’t move anymore in tiredness. the next morning. was interesting, you woke up with the smell of coffee on your night stand, and a note saying;

Dear, y/n, my sugarplum

sorry i cant be with you as you wake up, i had to go early, but i made coffee for you :) its not as good as your coffee, but i had to make up for all the soreness youre probably having right now :) i hope you enjoyed last night i surely did ;) i miss you.

it was sweet, she was sweet, she also kind of gave you the best after care, she was absolutely precious, despite what she looked like, but still, she was the best. and she looked absolutely gorgeous under the moonlight.

you left your apartment with a smile on your face, you were glowing to say so, maybe you really did have something to live for. maybe just maybe.

and there you are, weeks after your encounter with harley, taking off the nails on your window, leaving your windows unlocked, looking at the moon before you sleep, cause it still reminded you of her. maybe you’re down bad for her.

you waited for weeks, which turned into eight months, and that was when you lost hope, maybe she wasn’t gonna ever come back. so now you’re back in your gray life, your gray life without your color—without harley.

and here you are, walking to your apartment, seeing it was unlocked and slightly open, you didn’t leave it unlocked or open. so you’re clutching your bag ready to pounce on who ever is inside.

and once again you acted before you thought, and now you’re hitting on whoever is in your apartment. “ow! ow! honey, stop! look i know i didn’t show up for a few months but stop!”

and when you heard that voice it brought you to hit her more, “hey! stop.” she used her stern voice on you, and that’s when you stopped. “honey, i’m—hit me with that bag again and—“ she stopped herself, because you were someone special to her.

“and what? you’re gonna kill me?” you say, not backing down. “bub, cut it out.”

“you know what? kill me! i don’t care! in fact i’m glad it’s you! so you’ll go through pain for once!”

“you thought i never went through pain before!? my life before becoming who i am now was all about pain! pain and pain! and when i met you…”

“oh i don’t care! go to the person who made you that way!”

“are you jealous?” she asks her voice soft. “no! i’m tired of being the second option! tell me who do you stay with when you aren’t with me?”

“j…” you knew who, she knew you knew exactly who it was. she knew you were hurting already and she made it worst, she knew all of that. but she always came running back to you, well only if joker betrayed her or broke up with her.

“exactly. now please let yourself out.” you say, feeling tired as you walk to your room, and just lay down on your bed, staring at the celling.

and she did, you could hear the door close. so officially your unofficial relationship with harley was over. and for the next two years, she’s never showed up, not on purpose of course, you sometimes see her on the street getting chased by the police, or leaving her favorite sandwich place.

your life was gray, but still at least it wasn’t colorful anymore, who said you need color in your life to be happy. you weren’t the happiest, only a little, but it’s a start. right?

you admit it, you missed her, she missed you too, resolving into watching you from afar instead, watching as you laugh with your office friends, eating at your favorite restaurant, the only times she felt sad was when you celebrated your birthday alone. she couldn’t go to your apartment anymore, since you started to lock your windows and doors close, and that your door said ‘no harley quinn!’ but watching you from afar would suffice.

she truly missed you, even more than the joker—wrong she only missed you. she only wanted you. she wanted the one thing she can’t have. it’s always been you—always you.

A/n another another shitty post! but at least.

[jellxzy]

her muse || Angela weber

“hey, bub.” Angela greets me, as we both enter the school. “morning to you, miss weber.” you kiss her cheek, in which she responds to by wrapping an arm around your waist.

“you seem to like the last name weber so much, huh?” she raises her eye brow, before kissing you on the head. “ewwwww” jessica tells you, as she sees angela kiss you on the head. ”so much for no pda.”

“always so bitter.” you tell jessica, “well yeah, i have nobody to show pda to.” she tells us, sulking quietly. “you’ll find your other half soon jess. i can feel it.”

“woah are you secretly physic?” you look at Angela, then she chuckles shaking her head no. while Jessica rolls her eyes, in bitterness. “you guys are so sweet.” she tells us in a bitter tone, but deep down she meant it.

“hey bells.” you wave hi to your sister as she walks with Edward Cullen, “oh my god. i heard around school that Bella and Edward are dating, right?” you say, picking up your girlfriends camera and taking a pic of the two, while Jessica tells you the gossip she heard, and while you write it down on your notebook. “babe, c’mon.” Angela looks at you. “it’s their private life.”

“it’s not exactly private when they’re walking into school.” you shrug, looking at the pictures, as Angela’s arm around is taken off of you, instead her hands goes back into her pockets.

you were on the gossipy side of the school news, unlike Angela who was on more of the informative not gossip side. Angela didn’t really like gossip—no. she does not like gossip at all. because it ruined her life in middle school. while you on the other hand, you live for gossip, i mean who doesn’t—except for your girlfriend, but still. you were the goddess of gossip. you were releasing gossip on the back pages, since Angela moved your gossip—or as you like to call it; information and accusation. to the back page.

—it's where a person–minimal of five–put in their accusations or gossip, about a peculiar person, whom shall not be named, instead just putting little details of that person, like hair color. and once that accusation was put, it was your job to find out if it was true or false—

now Angela didn’t like that, but to be honest it was the best part of the school news. and that was the reason why Angela absolutely hated it, it was the best part, it was actually just the only part people read, including teachers. well teachers can put in requests too.

why Angela hated it? "it was pure absurd and stupid gossip. that shouldn’t even be posted on the school news!” your girlfriend exclaims. “Ange. calm down. people still read your part.” you say trying to clam her down. in which now your both in your room of your house, fighting on whether to keep your part of the school news.

“oh really like who!? even the teachers don’t read it. to the point people are giving me nothing. it leads me to having absolutely nothing to work with!” she exclaims in anger. “and you know of how much i hate gossip. it’s shit.”

“Ange, come on now. it’s my part we’re talking about. you’re being irrational—

“i’m being irrational!? well you’re being selfish and irresponsible! i mean putting up on wether bella is really pregnant or not?!” Angela’s voice once again rises. “leave. right now. leave. and don’t even bother talking to me anymore, cause i’m selfish. right.” you tell her, your voice stern, your heart broken into million of pieces.

“what?” she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, until she realized. “y-y/n, baby. it-it was a mistake please.” she falls to her knees in front of you, holding your hands while she looks up at you. “no. you’re right i was being selfish. cause that’s who i am, right. leave.”

she knew how much you hated being called ‘selfish’ she knew you weren’t, on some occasions, yes. but you own up to it. but she knows that you are the most selfless person she’d ever met. sharing people food, treats people to hopefully cheer them up. or even doing anything to cheer that person up. sure, you were a loud mouth, a gossiper, and a whole lot of things. but selfish isn’t one of them. she also know it makes you genuinely upset, and she know how to cheer you up.

“y/n, please. i’m sorry.” she says, lifting your head and kissing you on the lips softly. “y/n…” she whispers, her voice and lips soft like feathers. “i-i need time. i just just don’t want to talk to you right now.” that’s what she does, she gives you the time you need, by kissing your forehead, goodbye before leaving your house.

the next day was mostly a blur, Angela not talking to you the whole day as you did the same to her, and mostly staying with your sister's weird vampire? friends. they all looked at you weirdly. looking like they wanna eat you, Rosalie the most.

but she was oddly nice to you, which surprised you, and Bella. though they were a little fun, you stilled missed Angela, but no, you couldn't talk to her. not right now. maybe you two weren't really made for each other. maybe you two aren't gonna get married, adopt two cats, and a kid, and raise them in New York at the age of twenty-one, anymore.

you are the absolute opposite of Angela in the first place, she hates while you live for shopping and gossip. she hates talking bad about a person, while you? well a little, about a person who got on your nerves yes, but not on anyone who doesn't deserve it. and while Angela was the most precious human being, you weren't, you were not precious, cause of a whole lot of things, i mean having your first drink at sixteen? not so precious.

and here you were, waiting for Angela on the side of the stairs, after school, while Bella waits for you far away, giving the two of you privacy. "y/n." Angela said, causing you to look up from your phone.

"Angela." you look up, putting your phone in your pocket. "i. i want to break up. we aren't made for each other, Ange i love you but. we've had the same fight for months now. the same fight that caused you to kiss me. the same fight that both us together, the same fight that became our first official fight as a couple." i sigh, seeing a tear fall from her eyes.

"b-but we can work through this." she says, holding your hands in hers. "we can't. as many time you say or i say it, we can't. i'm sorry. we-we can't" you say, tears falling from your eyes as she hugs you, tight. "we can. i-i believe in us."

"there's nothing to believe in. i'm sorry. but it's never gonna work out." you say ever so softly, hugging her back, then pulling away. "i'm sorry." you kiss her one last time, on the lips and cheeks, before walking away. towards Bella's car.

"i don't want to talk about it." you tell Bella hoping in her car. you were quiet for most of the ride, which was unlike you, bet hey, you just dumped your sweet, oh so sweet and kind and caring, and beautiful, girlfriend of seven months. it hurt, but it was for the best.

you dozed off the way home, but when you woke up, you were not, home, to be exact; you're now outside the Cullen house. "Bella, i want to go home." you tell your sister. "but, Edward invited me."

"Bella. you are way to young for that." you say, with a stern voice. "what!? you're being ridicules, and it's not that. it's just. we just wanted to hang out." Bella tell you, but you are not believing her one bit. "yeah until that hang out leads your period being late."

she just rolls her eyes, and knocks on the door. "Bella. y/n." Edward greets the both of you, Edward could hear your thoughts, and they were loud, it was mostly about Bella leading to pregnancy, automatically. but the one Edward liked hearing from you was, your sweet thoughts about Angela. so when he found out that the of two of you broke up, he was a little sad about it. a little.

his whole family greets us, you didn’t really care that much. since you were a bit sad, cause of the break up. but it’s for the better. and Rosalie was there to cheer you up, she was a fun person to be around. but she has a boyfriend, she’s just straight and friendly.

so when Rosalie walked away, you went up to my sister’s bag, and searched for her keys, and well you sneaked out to many times, so you were an expert, though you did step on a few roses, but it’s fine they won’t notice.

and once you got inside the cat, you were driving off. to where? you didn’t know. you were just driving to somewhere, somewhere where you can think.

so you went to your’s and Bella’s favorite diner, you ordered your favorite got in a table booth, far away from people. and playing games on your phone while you patiently wait for your order.

it’s funny because this was the same diner where Angela takes you for dinner dates every Monday through Thursday. it was sweet that she took you out for dinner for almost everyday. she was so sweet to you, to sweet.

while waiting for your order, you saw mike’s car, with Jessica, Mike and Angela in it, they were going to the next diner. the one next to it. Jessica waved you a little, hi, before going to whisper something to Angela, probably telling her i’m here. but it’s fine.

it’s time to start a new chapter of your life, you say, no crushes no dating, no more parties. and no more Angela, you decided it, all your focus put into studies since it’s your last year now. you were an advanced student, they allowed you to skip senior year and go to collage, so here you are, deciding which one to go to.

you knew Mike always liked Angela in a romantic way, but you got to her first, well not really it was really her. you were a coward, a coward who didn't know how to hide their feelings, so when the information got to Angela, she took her chance and asked you out. you of course said yes. and that was a start of an amazing relationship.

and this day, was the end of it. people who surrounds their life into a relationship, would say it's the end of the world, our their world. in this case, you're the people. she was the best girlfriend, how could you not? she was perfect, but of course perfect things come into an end. not everything lasts forever. true love doesn't exist.

Angela would disagree, she believe in true love, you started to believe too once you met her, but here you are, sulking alone in a diner booth, fiddling with the hem of your shirt while you wait for your order, looking like a lost child.

feeling like a fool. so you muster up all your strength, and leave some money to pay for your order on the table, walk out of the diner. and into Bella's car. you didn't know what to do with your life anymore, she was your other half, but you two were just opposites of one another, you've been fighting for that specific topic for months now. fighting with her was the worst, you'd give her the cold shoulder, while she tries to talk to you.

but in the end you'd always come back running to her. every time. you missed her, a lot. you missed the way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way she’d hold your hand in crowded places so you two won’t lose each other, you missed the way her face lights up just by taking pictures of you. and that was just 2 hours after your break up. but again, some people aren't really made for each other, no matter how hard the other tries, the other one will always be the opposite of the girl.

but you will always be her muse.

A/n, another one. another shitty fic, but yay i posted not proofread, and uh this one is for the most underrated character in twilight and i love her so much. i might post a second part

[jellxzy]

don't make it weird || avanine

summary: flirty! ava and a oblivious! janine. but ava can't handle it if janine starts to flirt back.

it had been months since the whole fiasco with ava and gregory ended, well more like ava harasing gregory every day, but it all ended weirdly, and slowly went to janine. as the teacher's say it, minus gregory, janine, and ava.

"i'm telling you guys, something weird is going on with ava and janine." jacob says, from the other table, as the other teachers looked at him. they always suspected but they didn't bother to care or speak up about it.

"i mean you guys heard what ava said to janine, this morning, right?" jacob added, taking a bite from his sandwich.

"so that means you're on top." janine ever so innocently says to ava. "damn you freaky girl. but i'd tap that." ava said to janine before she walked away, laughing at her own "joke" "wha-?"

"and janine meant that she was on top of the event. so everything practically goes through her. and plus she was on top of the sign just like ava asked her." jacob blurted out, which left the teachers wandering, but then ava comes bursting in with janine.

"girl, don't walk away for me." ava remarked, as she and janine were just fighting about a certain prop that wasn't safe, and the worst thing is that they're fighting like a couple, ava giving janine the cold shoulder, while janine tries to make them up.

"ava you don't understand, i'm trying my best here." janine says, trying to keep a smile for the cameras. "i know, duh. but you aren't trying enough, we need to make this a- ava level of fun." ava winks at the camera, which didn't go unnoticed by janine as she sighed and looked at ava, grabbing her mug of coffee.

"and what is this ava level of fun?" she sighed yet again, drinking coffee out of the mug, less sweeter than ava's cup of mug, as ava like to pour all of the sugar, while janine likes it in the middle of sweetness.

"and does this ava level of fun, meaning to have to go over budget? again." janine looked directly on camera, then as if on cue, ava opened the door for herself, but janine walked past her. "well no-maybe." ava defended herself, but both janine and ava knew that it did mean going over budget, again.

so when break rolled by, no camera's no distraction, just as the teachers was getting used to someone not interviewing them ever five seconds they came back. nothing really changed, but ava going to "harvard" was one of the things that changed, also her rules became more stricter, not that there was any rules to start with, except for no sex in school, unless ava breaks it first.

but she also weirdly became more serious, maybe on hopes to distract her from something, perhaps janine?

the teachers started wondering what could have possibly pulled ava away from her obsession over gregory. obsession is a weird word, but a perfect one at that to express on what really went on with ava and gregory. no one really knew, except ava. and mr johnson, since he knows everything. and the cctv cameras.

other than ava obviously hiding something shown in the cctv, mr johnson took a peek, and he saw ava and janine talking about what happened in the club's bathroom. hookah bar night.

maybe ava didn't really spit out that cheap vodka for gregory, maybe it was janine all along, maybe. but we don't know, what could have possibly went through ava's mind at the time.

so now were all back at abbott, including the camera's. everything's back to normal, except for the very strict rules that ava put on the teachers, making them hardly have some fun during work. so they had to distract her, bring her back to her old self, and as much as the teachers hated it, they missed old ava.

so they had gregory flex his arms out to ava, surely it would make her crack. but all that was left was a very embarrassed gregory. but they had one more trick up their sleeves. janine.

now, janine isn't a very experienced flirt-er, cons of being in a relationship for roughly ten years. now ava couldn't relate, she changes partners as fast as melissa's kids could read. so she was an expert at it. though only going soft flirting on janine, afraid she would break. oh, herself not janine. well it goes both ways, just like ava. but you didn't hear that from me.

so janine unbuttoned a few buttons like melissa told her, put her hair into a messy bun, just like how barbara instructed her, and walked in there with confidence, just like how jacob taught her. well more struted in there, swaying her hips like melissa taught her.

"hey can i help-" and when ava looked up, needless to say she was stunned, never seeing janine look that way. "sure, you could help me with something." janine says, having a hard time sitting on top of her desk, but managing. "don't worry. it's nothing much. just grading a few papers?" janine asked, as she leaned over, exposing her cleavage to ava, while pointing at the papers.

"well i can help you with that." ava said, walking over to janine, taking some of the papers, only like four. "and now, miss teagues. this is not the right place or time to be acting like that." ava bit her lip, as ava buttoned a few buttons but not enough to fully cover janine up. "but i know a place and time."

janine furiously blushed at that, and quite quickly, "seven pm, at my place. don't make it weird. because that's the perfect time and place." just the way that janine looked at her with direct contact, was enough to have ava internally screaming and having butterflies inside her stomach. man she was down bad for janine, and she, herself didn't even know.

then janine got the confidence to pull her into a quick but chaste kiss, her hands cupped ava's cheek, as ava had no time to react to it, before she pulled away. "you'll get more of that later." janine went up on her tip toes, just to whisper that into her ear, her hot breath enough to make ava's knees go soft. but she had to keep her self intact.

"thanks but that won't work. but i'll look forward for more of that." ava winked as janine walked away, but she took a lil tap of janine's ass, it was surely turning into another gregory situation. janine walked out of the office, seeming like the effect of her confidence wearing off, and wrapping her shwol around her, avoiding the cameras.

"my, my, janine and ava in one room. so much, sinning." barbara grimaced, not the fact that they were two girls the fact that it's ava and janine. then melissa smirked, "please even one night or two nights with them, couldn't compete with pesca year '93." melissa chuckled, revealing a drunken night with both of them. while jacob just looked at the camera, awkwardly.

"well it's not a competition." barbara knew how much sinning there was that night, but i guess it isn't sinning if she enjoyed it, most certainly melissa. jacob just continued to stare into the camera awkwardly.

"needless to say, janine and ava surely had a sin-lustful night. and that's episode four of the abbott life." jacob announced in the mic. "so how was that?" he asked both janine and ava, of course consent of posting first.

"that was g-grea-" ava cut janine off, "that was crap." she chuckled, "and also tmi much? but you can post it." ava smiled proudly, "i better get money off of that." she added before leaving the room. "it-it was great jacob, but, maybe less information?" janine said, smiling, her positive can do attitude showing, "sugarplum!" her girlfriend of two weeks called out for her outside the door. "c-coming, aves." janine said, rushing to the door.

when janine said that, ava looked at the camera and winked, making it double meaning. as soon as she left the room, she was met by a kiss on the cheek. "what-what was that for?" janine asked, holding her cheek, as she blushed. "just because kisses." ava shrugged, "why? don't you like it? i swear to god ja-" janine cut her girlfriend off with a quick kiss on the lips.

"i do. i like them." janine smiled, hooking her hair behind her ear, like school girl talking to her crush. "well that's good you know i'm not used to being sweet in public." ava fixed her dress, but as janine held her hand, they were met with soft 'awhhs' coming from the dor behind them. from gregory and jacob.

"fuck off jacob." ava said, flipping the man off. "you too gregory.

the end!! obviously they lived happily ever, obviously. or if you guys want not?

the a/n: again, it was complete utter shit. but they're my babies so? looks like i'm gonna be active in tumblr again, yay! i do not do consistent posting, why? school. also not prof read!!