chilischickendestroyer

[chilischickendestroyer]

Saw you have your requests open 👀

If you're willing to, could you write something for chishiya x reader?

Was thinking about something like, after a game, before going back to the beach, they pass by a museum and reader wants to go in. Not sure what museums there are in shibuya so let's pretend they find a dinosaur museum, and reader was obsessed with dinosaura when she was a kid, so she starts to ramble and get overexcited about everything there, like a child at a candy shop, and Chishiya is Just there thinking "really? I'm in love with her?"

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꩜ pairing: chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader

꩜ summary: the both of you pass by a museum and amidst the rambling, chishiya realizes something

꩜ wc: 1.6k words

꩜ warnings: none! pure fluff

꩜ a/n: OKAY so I wasn't sure if this was supposed to be established!relationship because when I started the fic at 3am I interpreted it as like him realizing his feelings and then when I reread it sounded like you meant the relationship was already established. so sorry if I misinterpreted it!

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With each step taken, gravel crunched beneath your shoes. Your muscles were tired and your brain was foggy with exhaustion, not that it was out of the ordinary in a place like this.

You and Chishiya walked beside each other, he kept his cool demeanor while you practically trudged with every step you took. Tonight was a seven of spades, and while Chishiya usually let the work be done for him, you always jumped right into the middle of it. He often called you stupid for it, seeing zero point in exhausting yourself when some other idiot would eventually take the brunt of it.

In his case, the idiot was you.

“God, it’s so hot out here.” You groaned, wiping sweat from your neck. “Can I just lay down for a second?”

Chishiya didn’t look at you, his stoic gaze looking at the street before him. “You can, but I won’t wait for you.”

You rolled your eyes at his attitude. “You should, I’m the reason we got out of there. I think you owe it to me as a ‘thank you’.” 

Chishiya didn’t argue against you because you were right. No matter how foolish it was, you had fought at the front of it and managed to get the both of you, and even some others, out with time to spare. Even so, he didn’t “owe” anyone anything. The only reason he puts up with your shit is because you’re useful enough to keep around.

“Oh, my god! No way!” Your excited voice tore right through his train of thought, looking over in your direction.

His gaze followed yours, your flashlight lighting up a giant building.

National Museum of Nature and Science

“I told you a flashlight would be useful.” You grinned, turning to him as you shone it in his face as you playfully hit him.

“It’s not,” He said, covering the flashlight with his hand as he pushed it down a bit. “We need to get back to the Beach.”

You watched him start walking again, his hands in his pockets. He didn’t even glance back at you.

“Hatter won’t know.” You argued, shining the flashlight on the back of his head. “Just for a minute.”

Chishiya squinted at the light as he turned around and looked at you. Really, it was pointless. All you guys had to do was go play a game, win, and head back to the Beach, not make a million stops to do things that brought no benefit to the plan.

“It’s not a necessity.” He replied, bluntly.

“You have such a stick up your ass, it’s not like I’m asking to go to a strip club, it’s a museum.” You said, raising a brow at him as you bared an annoyed look. “I figured a guy like you would be into science.”

He watched as you turned to go off on your own, not checking to see if he’d follow. He exhaled through his nose as you went into the building, a bit agitated because he found himself wanting to follow you. He figured a person like you wouldn’t be into science.

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As you entered the museum, you waved the flashlight about, looking for signs and other things around. You walked around, holding your flashlight up to numerous structures and exhibits. Really though, you were set out for the dinosaur exhibit.

You hadn’t been to it since you were a child, never finding the time to be able to go again. Except now you found yourself asking, if not now, when?

As you turned a corner in the dark building, you felt someone grab your shoulder from behind. You swiftly moved away as you let out a scream, shining the light into Chishiya’s face yet again.

Breathing heavily, you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “The hell is wrong with you? You scared the shit out of me.”

“You said that I owe you.” He replied, pushing the flashlight away.

You let your hand fall to your side, letting the moonlight from the windows illuminate his face. “Yeah, well, you should’ve said something, I thought I was here alone.”

Chishiya didn’t respond as you went back to walking, glancing at each sign to find the right place to go.

“They’ve really changed this up since I was a kid.” You mumbled, looking over at him. “Did you ever go here when you were younger?”

“No,” He responded.

“Really? I thought smart kids hung out here.” You said as you walked. “Because it’s all nerdy and stuff.”

“You went here as a kid.” He said, emphasizing it.

“Yeah?” You quirked an eyebrow, confused as to why he repeated it.

He just sighed, exhaling softly through his nose. You had to be one of the dumbest people he knew, only second to Niragi. 

He stayed silent as he followed you around, all your mindless rambles going in one ear and out the other. Meanwhile, Chishiya was trying to figure out why he even bothered. One half of him was saying that he had to stay because you didn’t know your way back to the Beach. The other half of him knew the first half was lying.

So, why was he here? He certainly knew he didn’t owe you anything, that wasn’t up for debate. Could it be that he simply wanted to be here? Around the science, I mean.

Not you.

“I found it! God, finally. I feel like this place runs for miles.” You sighed in relief, turning back to him. “This time tell me if you’re going to follow.”

Chishiya walked in, glancing up at numerous dinosaur skeletons, each being briefly lit up by you. He just watched the back of your head as you looked around, his own thoughts running wild.

“Ah, this is an Argentinosaurus. You’ll never guess which country it was found in.” You murmured, glancing over at him. “It was found in Argentina, by the way.”

He knew that, of course he did. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where the Argentinosaurus was found.

“They’re the largest known land animal of all time, they weighed like—one-hundred-ten tons.” You rambled. “It’s also the longest dinosaur we know of. If you put four fire engines back-to-back, that’s how big it was. Can you even imagine that?”

Chishiya didn’t show it on his face, but your knowledge made him curious. How was it that you seemed like an airhead in any other situation, yet you know all of this?

He watched the moon illuminate your face as you spoke, you paid him no mind as you looked up at the fossil. Your eyes were always so bright, your voice was so infectious, he never understood it. If anything, he was a little jealous. And bothered. This light you carried was like a disease, he could never be around you for too long before he noticed the way you disrupted his thoughts, kinda like…right now.

“Honestly, a lot of dinosaurs were more like birds, a lot of bird species we have today evolved from species that existed with the dinosaurs!” You said, finally looking away from him and smiling.

When you turned to him, you realized he had already been looking at you, losing your train of thought.

Chishiya looked back at you, his hands in his pockets as he stared. “I take it you liked dinosaurs as a kid.”

His reply was blunt, a statement. It wasn’t cold, he was just observing like he always did.

You slowly nodded, “Yeah, I actually really like this type of science, y’know? Evolution of the planet and species. Pangea, Neanderthals, pre-historic animals.”

“Neanderthals were pre-historic animals.” He replied.

“No, they were human.” You said, meeting his gaze. “Like us.”

Chishiya just raised his eyebrows in response, giving a short nod to acknowledge your words. You walked farther into the room, him following a few steps behind you.

“I don’t think they have a Stegosaurus but they were the dumbest dinosaurs. Their brain was the size of a walnut!” You grinned, looking back at him as you walked. “Reminds me of Niragi.”

Chishiya felt his lips slightly tug a bit, a small huff of air coming from him.

“I think the reason dinosaurs are so big is their bone structure, wide hips, upright posture, and unique foot structures. Their bones also had little air sacs in them which made it possible for them to breathe during inhalation and exhalation.”

He felt it. The awe in his eyes as he looked at you speak. 

To anyone else, the emotion would be invisible, but he could feel it in the way he stared. You were beautiful. You were a puzzle. You were a disturbance.

But it was like in that moment, he loved it, this whole time. He loved the way you got under his skin, the way you spoke about nothing and everything, the way you treated him like someone. Like a friend. Like he was deserving of it.

The feeling made him uneasy, but the smile on your face and passion in your eyes grounded him.

Love?

“You’re so quiet.” You commented.

He blinked, looking at you. “You talk enough for the both of us.”

“I know, I didn’t say it was bad, though. I like it.” You said, wandering around. “We’re like a yin-yang thing, yeah?”

“Sure.” He replied, nodding to you. “Yin-yang.”

You sighed, shining the flashlight toward him, not in his eyes this time. “We can go back to the Beach now, I don’t need Hatter jumping my ass.”

“Lead the way,” Chishiya said as you both walked out of the building.

You stepped out, turning off the flashlight as you set for the Beach.

“Wrong way,” Chishiya called out, glancing back as you walked in the opposite direction. “We just came from there.”

You turned around, jogging back to catch up with him. “Oops.”

Love.

[chilischickendestroyer]

𝔇𝔬 ℑ 𝔏𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔏𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡?

꩜ pairing: hwang in-ho x fem!reader

꩜ summary: in-ho sees an all too familiar face amongst the players.

꩜ wc: idk over 3k

꩜ warnings: regular sg violence, jung-bae snoring, reader looks like in-ho's dead wife

꩜ a/n: i was revising this and the whole revised version was deleted so ill probably end up updating this in a few days with edits. also, ignore that the indents disappear halfway through, i started this on my computer and finished it on my phone.

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You were a more reserved girl, you always have been. You shared your thoughts and feelings through brushstrokes and pencil lines rather than words. Maybe that’s why you ended up with the life you had, a failed artist who was living in her car before a mysterious man invited you to play games for money.

You graciously accepted at the time, though looking back, you definitely regret it now. In fact, you’d do anything to go back to living in your beat up Toyota, selling paintings wherever you could. You’d prefer to be anywhere but where you are right now.

The man who recruited you made it sound easy enough, you win money for playing children’s games. That was what he said, wasn’t it? Maybe he had slapped you one too many times and you missed the part about the murder, blood, and death.

When Player 456 started shouting warnings to everyone, you brushed him off as crazy, some cheating asshole who wanted the money for himself. Turns out, you should’ve listened the first time, been more careful, because now here you were, blood on your face as the girl in front of your dropped to the ground.

After the "game", you sat on one of the bunks, the thin mattress squeaking beneath you. You sighed to yourself as you wiped your face with your sleeve, seeing dried blood come off your skin. Swallowing a gag, you instead turn your attention to the meal in your lap, eating hungrily to get your mind off of this circus.

As you ate, you glanced up, seeing a man looking at you with an odd look in his eye. It wasn’t sinister, no, just…odd. Maybe it was because you knew how to analyze human expression that you could see through his mask, he looked a bit shocked to see you, as if you were old friends.

You glanced down. Player 001.

You looked away as he continued to stare, going back to eating your food in solitude. Your mind went back to the money, what things you could do with it. Buy a house, get a newer car, serve yourself decent meals rather than a shitty ramen cup.

In-ho felt a wave of familiarity mixed with a pit in his stomach as he looked at you, you looked just like her. You could be her twin. He figured maybe it was a figment of his imagination, maybe he was just too far away to get a good look and his brain was simply filling in the gaps.

Stepping away from his newfound group, he excused himself politely as he walked over to you. You were so immersed in your meal that you hadn’t glanced up at him, giving him time to look at your features. Your hair, your eye shape, the tip of your nose, and the fullness of your lips were all too familiar to him.

Eventually you looked up completely, swallowing your food before speaking. “Can I help you?” You asked, softly.

In-ho blinked, his face adorned with a friendly smile as he chuckled. “You have a little something on your face.” He motioned, commenting on the sticky, red liquid dried to your cheekbones. “They have a restroom here, I thought I should let you know. I can’t imagine how I’d feel in your position.”

You nodded, timidly, “Thank you.”

He let out a breath as he nodded. “Of course.” His smile faded a bit. “You seem a bit out of it. Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

You hesitated for a moment, looking down and shrugging. “This is just…I’m not quite sure what to make of it.” You replied, setting the last of your food to the side, suddenly not hungry anymore.

In-ho slid in next to you, the mattress creaking beneath his weight. “I understand. These games are not quite as advertised.” He chuckled. “It’s a shame a young lady such as yourself has to experience this.”

“It’s a shame any of us do, it’s inhumane.” You mumbled, playing with your hands in your lap.

He watched you nervously fidget, his hand twitching to reach out for yours before he stopped himself. You weren’t his wife. You were just some girl who happened to look like her, exactly like her, and he was pleading with his brain to stop confusing him.

“My name is Oh Young-il,” He told you, reaching a hand toward you to shake.

When your hand shakily gripped his, he could feel the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips, the warmth of the blood still in your body. He masked his disappointment when you slid your hand out from his grip. “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” He repeated softly, engraving it into every fold of his brain. “Beautiful name.”

You shyly smiled, trying his name out on your own lips. “Thank you…Young-il.”

He held back a frown, he didn’t want to hear that alias, that lie from your lips. He cleared his throat. “I think you should get washed up then, hm?”

You nodded, thanking him again as you spotted the bathroom. Stepping inside, you looked at just how much blood was on your face. Gagging once again as the recent memory resurfaced, you cupped your hands and waited for the water to fill them before drinking. You breathed heavily, in and out as you then splashed the water onto your face, scrubbing mercilessly at your skin with the thin paper towels. You looked back up to the mirror, your eyes welling up a bit as you sniffled. You were gonna be fine, you’d get out of whatever hellhole this is and you’d make it big. Your art, your name. You were gonna be somebody after you survived this.

You left the bathroom, looking around at the other players before settling back to your bunk. Still, you could feel eyes on you, even once the lights went out.

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When you walked into the second game, your stomach churned. The childish set felt like a taunt as the rules were explained. A team-based game. As everyone scrambled into teams, you stood frozen in your place. You weren’t outgoing enough for this, you never had been. You just stood there as everyone got acquainted, no one sparing you a second glance as they passed you by.

A tug on your sleeve snapped you from your daze, looking over to see him again with a group of men behind him. “We need one more player,” Young-il said, a silent plea for you to join their group.

You opened your mouth to reply when another voice spoke up. “Excuse me? Can I be in your group?” The woman asked, putting a hand over her stomach, “I’m pregnant.”

You all looked down at her stomach as an exhale left your lips. You looked back up at Young-il, “Thank you, but I’ll be fine.” You turned to the woman, swallowing before speaking. “You’re in luck, they needed just one more player.”

In-ho couldn’t deny the disappointment and worry he felt watching you slip from his grasp. How was he supposed to ensure your safety this way? What if you were left to partner up with a group of morons who got you killed? What if he had to watch the light drain from the same face twice? He shook his head, curtly reminding himself that he didn’t know you, he had no attachment to you. Nothing about you was familiar except your appearance.

Your group was one of the first to go up, partnering with two women, and a mom with her son. You took a deep breath as you all walked down the track, arms linked. Your game was spinning top, wrapping the rope around hastily before tossing it to the group and letting it spin. The seconds counted down, no one watching the clock more sternly than In-ho.

00:03

00:02

00:01

Only when cheered erupted was it that he realized you all passed. You passed. For some strange reason, he felt relief that somebody survived the game he created. Not for the purpose of entertainment or another sick motive, but genuine relief.

You waited in the bunker as surviving players filed in, you didn’t notice it, but you were waiting for Young-il. You tried to distract yourself, keep company with the newfound group you had. Still, everytime that door opened, you glanced over in hopes of seeing his face.

Learning the names of your peers, Hyun-ju, Young-mi, Yong-sik, and his mother, Geum-ja. You all talked about your reasons for being here, the lives you’ve lived and what you hoped for in the future.

When the door opened once again, you looked over. Letting out a small sigh of relief as you saw his kind eyes, your hand shyly reaching up to give a small wave to him. He walked over toward you as you stepped away from your own group. “I was worried you guys weren’t gonna make it.” You confided, honestly.

He chuckled, looking down at you as he spoke. “I thought the same for you, crossing that line last second.” He breathed, gently touching your arm as his smile turned into more of a frown. “You should’ve stayed with us. I was going to help you.”

“I made it, didn’t I?” You replied, fidgeting with your hands again.

“Barely.” He quickly replied, his tone a bit sharp. He gripped your arm a bit tighter, quickly letting go once he calmed himself down. “Sorry, let’s just be glad we both made it.”

You nodded, looking down at his tracksuit and seeing the blue O. “You’re gonna vote to go home now, right?”

He smiled once again, letting out a soft huff of laughter as he nodded. “Of course, we’re going to go home now.” He licked his bottom lip as he thought to himself. “Why don’t you come sit with my group tonight? Gi-hun always has one of us on watch during the night to keep the rest of us safe while we sleep. Wouldn’t you be better there rather than all by yourself?”

You contemplated his offer before ultimately agreeing. His group welcomed you with open arms, the pregnant woman from earlier, Jun-hee, thanking you for switching places with her. You nodded, conversing with the small team until voting came.

You listened to the voice read out the numbers of each surviving player, waiting anxiously like everyone else who wished to leave.

“Player 132!” The voice rang, you slowly walked up to the buttons, pressing the big X with no hesitation. You walked over to the X side, standing beside Gi-hun and the others while it commenced.

Except things weren’t looking too good and by the end of it, it seemed the odds weren’t in your favor as the games were voted to continue. Your throat burned as you swallowed thick tears, disappointment seemed to be an emotion you were becoming familiar with by now.

In-ho watched the look on your face, following behind you as a hand landed on your lower back. To him, you were almost like a scared, little fawn, something that needed protected. That’s what he told himself, it was just instinctual to protect someone so vulnerable, no other reason.

“I know you’re worried,” He spoke. “But, you made it through the last game, I’m sure the next one won’t be too hard. They’re just children’s games at the end of the day.”

You sat down on the bed beside him, wiping away tears before they had a chance to fall. Nodding along to whatever it was he was saying, trying to feel some sort of calm in this current. “But…” You croaked, your voice thick with tears and despair. “It’s not just about me, I don’t want to keep watching people die, not like this. We aren't animals, we're people.”

In-ho sighed, nodding in understanding. “I know, but you need to focus on keeping yourself alive first. The others here will be watching their backs and you need to watch yours.” He told you, his hand still gently rubbing your back.

“Aren’t you scared?” Your voice wobbled with the question.

In-ho simply shook his head, “I know we’ll make it through. You should trust me more, Y/N.” He said, slightly nudging you to walk over toward the beds, sitting down with your meals.

As you ate, you sat beside a man named Dae-ho. Although, you couldn’t help but notice Young-il glance your way every so often, even coming over to offer you a bit of his food.

Gi-hun had explained to you how they orchestrated during the nighttime. When it came time to lay down, you found yourself unable to fall asleep. Not because of Jung-bae snoring near you or the discomfort of the thin blanket, but because your brain just simply wouldn't shut off.

You weren't sure how long you waited awake before you eventually sat up, getting off of the bed slowly. You took a few steps, seeing Young-il on watch.

In-ho had taken the silence of the night to think to himself, about you, what to do. On one hand, he felt disturbed and guilty, treating you like his late-wife rather than your own person. On the other, he was blinded by nostalgia and grief, you brought back something (or rather someone) he tried to bury in the back of his mind.

He knew you had been awake this whole time because he had glanced toward you a few times, seeing the uneven breaths or watching you adjust the blanket. Never once did you look at peace. So, he wasn't surprised when you sat beside him, just glancing over at your pretty face.

“I couldn't sleep.” You whispered to him, rubbing your arms for warmth. “I’m too worried. For everyone.”

In-ho rubbed your back again, his hand gentle and leaving warmth in its wake. “You're in our group now, and here we all work together. You're going to be okay.”

“Will you?” You asked, looking up at him. You noticed whenever you looked at him, you could see that same emotion behind his gaze. It wasn't malicious, it was soft, it was loving. Why would he look at you like that? Not even the most empathetic of people have that look in their eye, it breached the simple look of alliance.

You brushed it off. You were thinking far too much, far too late into the night.

“I will, we all will. That's what matters, isn't it?” He spoke, his voice deep, yet soft. He could hear it in his own tone, he could feel it in his own gaze. Nobody had to tell him, he already felt it.

You nodded slowly, looking out at the room. His hand was still on your back, you could've shivered from the touch. The look in his eye though, you couldn't shake it. You could read the emotion behind it so deeply, that was your job, wasn't it? You read people, studied emotions and brought them to life and never once had it bothered you. So, why was this bothering you so much?

“Young-il…” You whispered, looking down at your lap. “Why do you…always look at me like that? I saw it…even before we had spoken to each other, I can always feel it.”

In-ho took a deep breath, looking away from you and out at the sleeping players. He removed his hand from your back, a certain coldness returning to where he had once been. “You just…look like someone I know.”

You cracked a small smile, whispering as you attempted a joke. “Do I look like your girlfriend?”

“No.” He replied, clasping his hands together, gently. “My…late wife.”

Your smile faded, “Oh.” You cursed yourself, licking your dry lips. You felt awkward, nervously swallowing as a heavy silence set over you. “I-I’m sorry.”

In-ho looked over at you again, shaking his head with a somber smile. “You don't need to be. It's been almost ten years.”

“I still am. You're never really free from grief.” You mumbled. “Is that your debt? Hospital bills or…?”

He glanced at you, his eyes warm. “Sure.” He replied, “Hospital bills would make the most sense, hm?”

The way he worded it made it sound made up, like he was letting you infer what you pleased and let you be right. However, you were too tired to care, too in your own head to acknowledge the oddness of it.

“Just don't mention it to anyone, alright sweetheart?” He asked. You nodded along slowly. “So, why is it that you're here?”

“Um,” You hummed, clearing your throat. “I'm an artist. But, it's kinda hard to take off, I haven't made much.”

“Really?” He softly smiled, looking at you with genuine intrigue. “You any good?”

“I like to think so.” You replied, fidgeting with your hands. “Art is always the best when it comes from the heart, and mine is pretty sensitive. I think with my heart…I think a lot in general. About emotion and ways to convey it.”

In-ho hummed, his voice as sweet as honey. “You'll have to show me when we get out, okay?” He asked as he casually put a hand on your thigh.

His eyes looked for any disapproval from you, seeing as there was none, he kept it there. You couldn't deny you did in fact feel a little guilty after learning he did have a wife, even if she wasn't here anymore. But you couldn't control the heat in your body when he put his hands on your clothed skin.

“I will,” You agreed. “Maybe I could make something for you.”

He hummed, “Maybe you could.” He squeezed your thigh, the action sending heat through you.

“You know, I thought you were mad at me after the last game.” You mumbled, looking up at him.

His face contorted into a look of concern, or even guilt. Mad? At you of all people? If anything, you had done the right thing, giving up a strong team to help a pregnant woman instead. His hand moved up to your face, cupping your cheek gently.

“No, I wasn't upset with you. I was just worried.” He murmured, his thumb brushing soft strokes on your face. “You made it at the last second, I was just worked up.”

You felt yourself lean into his touch, it wasn't like you meant to do it. Really, you weren't even sure why you were acting like this. You just met him, you've barely had any conversation with him and yet, here you were.

Not for a second did In-ho miss your reaction to his touch, everything about you was just so gentle. Everything about you was so opposite of anything he could be.

In-ho was having similar, plaguing thoughts. Why was he acting like this? Years of suppressed emotion were surfacing once again and for once, he couldn't stop it. His humanity had disappeared long ago, he was unforgiving, merciless, these people were his pawns. Now here you are, picking his plan apart piece by piece with each glance you shot his way. He had to remind himself, he didn't join these games out of empathy or sympathy, he joined to keep an eye on Gi-hun. And yet, he felt himself slipping, the differences in In-ho and Young-il were getting lost in translation. He wanted to slap himself, that would snap him out of it. For God’s sake, he was the Frontman, the ringleader of the very games that have you scared shitless. He wondered how you’d react when he told you. You'd probably scream at him, look at him with disgust. You'd probably cry.

He knew he'd have to tell you once you survived the games, it's the only way he could keep you with him.

Oh, and you were surviving. He'd make sure of it.

In-ho let out a sigh, blinking his thoughts away as he gave you a soft smile. “On another note, you should rest. You’ll need to be ready for tomorrow’s game.”

“Shouldn't you sleep too?” You asked, not entirely sure how long he's been on watch.

“I will, Gi-hun takes over soon.” He said, whispering in your ear. “Go to bed, sweetheart.”

You nodded, inhaling slowly to calm your nerves. “Goodnight, Young-il.”

With one last glance, you headed back to your bed. After talking with Young-il, you felt more comfortable, your mind felt clear. Though, maybe that was because your thoughts went from worries of the next game to his face. The way he spoke to you, touched you. As if it were the most casual thing to him.

After Gi-hun and In-ho switched places, he walked past your bed, looking down at your sleeping face. In-ho glanced back at Gi-hun, checking that he was paying no mind to him as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

Staring down at you once again, it seemed for a minute, his wife never died. That he was right back where he was a decade ago, his heart free of grief and troubles.

You had no idea what you did to him.

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[chilischickendestroyer]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔤

I haven't been actively posting on Tumblr for a while and decided to revamp my account...right now.

Bear with me on this, I haven't uploaded fanfiction since middle school & can't say too much about how great my work ethic will be.

I will be making and building my masterlist as well.

EDIT: For now my blog will only contain SFW content because I haven't gotten good at NSFW yet...

My requests are open :)

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My only rules would be the obvious:

- No rape/incestuous themes

- My blog is NOT welcome to homophobes, racists, or any other bigoted groups

- No "pro-shipping"

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I write for the following fandoms/groups

- Alice in Borderland

- Squid Game

- The Walking Dead

- All Of Us Are Dead

- Weak Hero

-Blood Hounds

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If you want to request something that's not on this list, that's fine. I'm pretty laid back so I'll likely consider it. The intention of the list is just to know what to mostly expect from me. Though I prefer if most of my requests would be x reader because that's what I find I happen to be best at.

[chilischickendestroyer]

the feminine urge to draw hearts on everything i own