#dying light x reader

[zeroth-writes]

One Person -Juan Rainer-

masterlist | request

Pairing: Juan Rainer / Fem!Reader

Summary: As they sit in the fish eye, Lawan tells Aiden a little story of how the big bad playboy Juan turned into a softie, for only one person.

Word Count: 496

A/N: Hello! I'm sorry if this is all over the place, i wrote half of this MONTHS ago and just finally started to get back into writing.

"You wanna know why he's stuck by her"?

Lawan pointed the neck of her beer bottle toward the couple at the bar before taking a short swig of the luke warm liquid. Aiden raised his eyebrows before chuckling. His gaze followed to couple before studying them.

The man was turned sideways, but when at back view he could still tell it was Juan. The jacket alone was a dead giveaway but you add in the hair and way to expensive bottle of old time liquor.

The women however, as her back was facing him had zero incline as to who she is.

"I know I'm still new the area, but even I know what he's after." Lawan shared the laugh. "Fair point, but she's different."

The sniper finished off her beverage before turning fully towards the bar, motioning the pilgrim to do the same.

"See how she's not even looking towards Juan as he talks to her? She's completely ignoring him, yet the guy's still wasting his breath on her. Which is weird for a guy like him. Normally he'd move on to someone else, try again another night."

The pilgrim took a few moments to look at the pair. Not once did Juan look around, even as a pretty girl passed right by him, his eyes never leave the women in front of him.

"So what makes her so special" The female chuckled at his question.

"She doesn't want him." Aiden's eyes narrowed before Lawan continued. "From the moment he first tried flirting with her, She wanted nothing to do with him. Didn't even make an excused - and i was there when she shut him down. If you ask him he'd say that she's just 'playing hard to get. She'll come around' "

The pilgrim's attention is fully towards the sniper as she talks. His face churning with each word the falls past her lips.

"That still doesn't answer my question." Lawan scoffed "Because you didn't let me finish. Juan is used to getting whatever he wants. Women, clothes, cigars, paintings, men. Except her. Sure this has happened a few times, someone isn't interested in him and he moves to someone else."

Lawan's finger moves to pair at each member of the pairing before returning towards the table "This has been going on for months now. And the reason he hasn't given up. He loves her."

Aiden nearly spills his full bottle of beer. " I didn't think he was capable of loving another human." Though is was just a mutter, the insult hit Lawan's ears, causing the women to bout out a laugh.

They turned they attention back to Juan and his 'partner' only to see her getting up to leave and Juan staring slack jawed.

Aiden was about to make a smartass comment, but before his lips could part, Juan had slapped a stack of cash on the counter before jogging after her while yelling something.

"Maybe one day prince charming with get the princess"

[mymreaderlibrary]

Maybe it's just cause I'm replaying Dying Light but with Cod zombies being a thing I'm thinking about the TF141 in an apocalypse type scenario. Just a blurb idk if I’ll do anything with this.

Gonna lean heavily into the story of Dying Light here because I love it. Note that mc/ reader takes a combined role of Bracken, Jade, and Kyle C. That being said there is no Bracken, Jade, or Kyle in this universe and Rahim is reader’s younger brother.

[TF141 x male reader, no relationship (yet), zombies, death and gore, ramblings/ lore skimming]

[Length: 1,480 words]

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The 141 are given a private mission to infiltrate the city of Harran and hunt down a terrorist residing in the area. He's stolen highly sensitive documents and is threatening to have them released through an informant if something happens to him. A standard deal where the task force is concerned however Harran itself is the dangerous part of the mission.

A disease has ravaged the city, being the first documented case of what is now known as the Harran Virus. It is a strain of rabies that zombifies any of those infected, making them instinctively hunt down other warm blooded creatures to spread. The city has been completely quarantined and the virus has not gotten outside of it yet, but this also makes the area a cesspool, concentrated with death and disease. Reports say there are no living (or at least non infected) residents remaining aside from the terrorist group which have holed themselves in an unknown location. Because of this a strike has been permitted to raze Harran in hopes of destroying the virus or at the least any violent infected. A counteractive medicine is in development with its prototype being given to the task force in case of emergency, however there is no solid solution beyond massacring infected. It's not pretty work but the world can't risk this disease breaking out.

The 141 are given specialized equipment, thick gear, loads of medical equipment, and a collection of high end firearms. The team are air dropped into the lower city and instructed to start their search immediately.

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The sun is already beginning to set by the time they land. It would almost be pretty if it weren’t for all the viscera in the streets creating a sour rotten stench. Both Gaz and Soap wretch but do their best to push through, keeping their eyes peeled for any signs of life. It doesn’t take long for them to find hostiles except to their surprise it’s not infected. Instead a group of well armed thugs attempt to corner them. They’re all carrying machetes and nail bats, some with masks while others have paint creating three jagged stripes across their face. Ghost notes their lack of firearms as odd but chalks it up to lacking proper equipment (even if their body armor told otherwise).

Regardless it goes about as well as you expect for the thugs against such well trained soldiers, however hell breaks loose when Soap decides to fire his pistol. A banshee like scream is heard from across the street and their attackers scatter without hesitation, even leaving behind their wounded. Quickly a horde of infected begin rushing towards the task force, mouths gaped wide and moaning. The zombies they were told of were slow and bumbling but these were ravenous. They ran, yelled wildly, clawed at the 141 with a fervor, and with each shot of the team's firearms another horde would soon follow. It was clear they were overwhelmed and the fear that the mission was over before it even began quickly hit. A pained hiss sounded from Ghost as a zombie managed to pull off his glove and bite into the calloused flesh of his hand. Another slammed Gaz onto the pavement and began chewing into his shoulder. Price and Soap just barely threw off their friend's attackers but the assault only continued.

As another infected went to claw at Price's face the zombie's head flew clean off. The corpse flopped down to the side, convulsing wildly, but unable to keep attacking. A group of young men and women, wearing uniforms unlike the thugs from before, began dragging the team out from the horde. They threw firecrackers over their shoulders and onto the street, catching the infected's focus and separating their numbers. A man in particular seemed to be leading the 141's saviors, giving quiet orders through hand signals to his comrades.

They got a solid distance before the same man began looking them over for injuries in a building. The lowered visibility from the growing dark made it difficult but not impossible. Gaz and Ghost were the only ones bitten meanwhile Soap and Price were scraped from their scuffle with the thugs. Despite the bites being small they bled heavily and the two men had already broken out into sweats. Shaking violently Gaz’s legs buckled and he began to cry out in pain. Ghost faired no better his eyes looking dazed and unfocused as he could only hiss out panicked breaths. Gaz's pain seemed to recapture the attention of the infected outside as banging began on the door of their refuge. A young woman went to barricade the entry but the vicious sound persisted. A fist broke through the wood and scratched at the woman's eye but she didn't falter, using her back to block the entry.

In the commotion Price recalled the prototype medicine he had been given by their contractor and quickly pulled out two small syringes. Their rescuers gave them an odd look before the leader snatched it out of his hands and injected both men without question. It took a moment for the medicine to take effect but the pair began to go lax, heartbeats slowing to a normal pace. However they were still too weak to stand and the door was beginning to buckle. The woman barricading it was grabbed and dragged out into the dark street by the vicious creatures. The rescue leader tried to pull her out but it was too late.

With a pained look in his eye the leader commanded the remaining men and women to take the 141 back to "The Tower" while he distracted the zombies away from them. He left no room for argument and they were whisked away quickly from the regrowing horde. The now nearly black streets greeting them as they ran, carrying their fallen comrades.

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The journey to this tower, which turned out to be an apartment complex covered in UV lights, took a lot of climbing but eventually they were welcomed through the front gates. Or well, welcomed was an overstatement, it was more like begrudgingly let through after some convincing from their rescuers. The guards at the door glared at the men and Price could hear them scoffing about their missing leader and how “Rahim is gonna be pissed”. Seems that man wasn't just a leader to those runners but to this tower as a whole. And well if that wasn't a way to instantly ruin your reputation.

They were transferred to the medical ward where Gaz and Ghost stayed, far too out of it to get out of their cots. It was honestly quiet odd seeing the two laying dazed and pale. While the medicine seemed to have some sort of effect, there was no saying for how long. It was still only a prototype.

Soap and Price on the other hand could leave after getting bandaged, only suffering superficial wounds. They were instructed to rest, guided to some rooms a floor below where they saw several civilian types. Men, women, children... a mother in the corner cradling her crying baby trying to convince him to go back to sleep. A father sitting beside his two daughters resting on a cot covered by a thin sheet. A teen boy sitting alone, curled up on a chair shaking. Life. Something they were told didn't exist down here outside of terrorists.

One day on and the mission was already a mess, two soldiers down, emergency meds already in use, a whole community of civilians discovered, a possible ally MIA, and they had not an ounce of info to show for it. Sleeping after that just didn't feel right but the two men supposed there was nothing they could do as the tower was locked until morning. If the screams and yowls of dead were anything to go off of, it sounded like the infected were more active in the night. Who knew if this tower’s leader was even alive out there amongst the savage undead.

It took what felt like a year for the sun to rise again but just as daylight cusped the window Price could hear commotion downstairs. Cheers, shouts, panicked calls for a medic. As him and Soap peered onto the floor above they spotted that same leader from before now being dragged in to the medical ward from the stairs. Blood trailed behind him, his arms littered with cuts, bruises, and bites, but he was conscious and attempting to walk. A thick stream of red pooled from his temple down his chin and for a split second his gaze caught Price. His eyes were near unreadable, murky like Ghost's but still alert enough to be aware of what was going on. He seemed almost satisfied seeing the captain alive and well but quickly was taken away to be bandaged.

This mission was already hell.

[deepdrownlamentt]

Hello !! I'd like to req for Lumen and Enforcer kissing hcs (separate) if possible 🥺🙏

↬ enforcer and lumen kissing hcs

content warnings: none

note: ofc u may!!!! i love the welfare boys sm ♡ however their skins are sucking my wallet dry to make up for the fact that they're free ...... i'm sorry this took so long to get to, but i still hope you enjoy!! - ̗̀( ˶'ᵕ'˶) ̖́-

note part 2 (2024 edition): did u know i had this in my drafts since february? wow. crazy. i am so sorry

↬ if you ever happen to catch ENFORCER during work hours, he's fond of sparing a moment to press a little kiss to your lips before he scurries over to his next task, his signature cup of coffee in his hand and a little smile on his face that was much less noticeable a moment ago. he's sorry, he doesn't mean to make you feel neglected, he says — he just has something to finish before he can go on break.

↬ it's during his off-time that he feels like he can spend time with you in earnest. just as he has a habit of kissing you before he goes on his next mission, he also enjoys kissing you as soon as he hangs up his coat for the day. it's less rushed this way, and some days he seems just a little tired, but he's always slow and gentle as he kisses you, as if savouring the feeling of your lips against his, and he always leaves the slightest taste of coffee lingering on your lips as he pulls away.

↬ enforcer is also very fond of peppering your face with kisses, or kissing the backs of your hands or the crown of your head. it's one of his favourite ways to wind down for the day, making a cup of coffee for you both and letting you go on about your day, or telling you about his own. sometimes he might trail off, tracing circles onto your hand with his thumb, and he'll lean forward, just a little, to press a kiss to a blemish on your cheek. it wakes him up better than a sip of his void of black coffee, and is much sweeter to him, too.

↬ when LUMEN kisses you, it almost seems as if he's equal parts eager and shy. he has a tendency to ask you each time before he does, too; while it might ruin any chances of surprising you, there's something endearing in the way he asks, may i kiss you? isn't there?

↬ his kisses are always light and gentle and sweet, like an early morning breeze. he's long past the days when he seemed afraid of coming off too strong — how could he have any sort of worries around you, when you make him feel so at home? — but he can't quite help it when it makes itself known in the barest brushes of his lips against your cheek. it's just how he is, he supposes, and he has to admit that he loves the way you laugh when his breath tickles your skin.

↬ lumen loves kissing your lips, of course, but he also has a habit of kissing aaaall over your hands, over your wrist, your thumb, every scar and callus and bruise. if not that, he might massage your shoulders while pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. little moments like this at the end of the day are what he looks forward to the most, no matter how tired or haggard the both of you look — he adores you more than he has words to tell you with, but in this, at the very least, he hopes to somehow convey it to you.

[lovelykil]

「 All Nighter 」

main 4 x reader older ver.

cw; silly 😭😭

note; someone requested this and I am here to deliver, also this is what I would see with the main 4 lacking slumber from an all nighter... chaotic

Your eyes hung low, blinking slowly.

Kyle's eyes twitched, his hair in a mess looking like he was going insane.

Cartman fell onto Kyle's shoulder closing his eyes to rest but then opening them back up and shook his head awake.

Stan was spiraled out on the ground, his eyes looking up at the white ceiling in thought soon letting his eyelids close on their own while Kenny read through a playboy magazine, laying down with one leg over his knee 'oohing' every once in a while with a flip of a page.

It was around 3 and it looked like 2 or maybe 3 people were going to throw in the towel.

"Cartman stop laying on me."

"I'm not even laying on y‐"

"Yes you are quit it and go sit somewhere else!" Kyle poked Eric's shirt with a harsh tone. Fighting the urge to get some sleep in was making him crankier than ever.

You rubbed your face chuckling a bit, "Yall all are like an old couple fighting all the time." You snickered, sitting up on your bed. The two looked at you almost like you were insane.

Kyle just rolled his eyes as Cartman folded his arms.

"He started it."

"No fuck you, you did."

"Nuh uh."

"Yeah huh."

"Nuh u-"

The ginger groaned out loud having enough, he pushed Eric away from him causing him to tumble off the small bed.

He crashed to the ground with a thud that was so loud it immediately made Stan wake up from the noise and the floor shifting some bit.

"YOU started IT FATASS"

"AYE! WHAT THE HELL KAHL?"

"What the HELL WAS THAT?"

"BAHAHAAH" the sound of cartman hitting the floor so rough made you burst out laughing to the point where you couldn't breath, curling up into a ball as your stomach ached.

Lord the lack of sleep was really getting to you lmafo (me)

"I- CANT.. BREAATHHH-"

"WHYD YOU PUSH ME ASSHOLE?" Cartman picked himself up, standing infront of Kyle. Kyle explained himself yelling at the fatass which made Eric yell back pointing his finger in his face. They both went back and forth, using the last of of their energy to bitch at each other.

You rolled around in your bed holding onto your stomach for dear life hollering for help.

Stan rubbed his eyes, groaning from all the rucks, he gave up on the all nighter challenge and just deciding to crash but now he wanted to leave your house and sleep on the street than deal with this shit.

With tears in your eyes you pleaded to Stan for help, Kenny was quite literally in his own world at this point being so unbothered by what was happening behind him.

"Oh my god.. Y/n stop laughing please."

"I AMM-... FUCKING.. TRY- INGGG HELP MEEE PLEASE." Stan watched as you held out your hand for him to grab. He looked at your hand then at you.

Blinking slowly, his movements slow and tired.

"No."

"WHAT"

"goodnight, I'm sleeping in your bathroom. Kenny wanna come?" Stan walked passed Kenny, his hand motioning him to follow along. Kenny shrugged, getting up to follow the emo with the magazine in his hands.

"I call tub!"

"What? no I want the tub."

"I called dibs on it first though." Kenny ran passed Stan to reach the bathroom first. Stan ran after him after standing still from shock.

"KENNY I SWEAR"

"You even got YOUR DROOL ALL OVER ME STUPID!"

"You are such a LIAR, FUCK YOU"

"NOOO, FUCK YOUU"

Eric and Kyle began to swing hands on each other now, the both of them standing up then falling onto the floor together.

You gripped your stomach, dying on your bed with tears trickling down your nose and onto the sheets.

"LORDD I'm gonna die here on this BEDDD"

Lesson learned you should NEVER have another all nigher sleepover with these 4 IDIOTS

[eddiescorrodedcoffin86]

Dying light is seriously lacking in fics and it should be a crime😭

[knockouts-medibay]

to all those people who draw

artblock is hitting me hard rn BUTT. I had an idea. SPOILERS

Hear me out: a drawing of Rung with the Opportunity rovers final words to earth. Like he's sacrificing his life and can feel everything going dark. So he says a few more words before being dieded to deth

[asche237]

You were just a bet (pt 3)

Description: You’re dying and you can’t kill demons and do your job and the hashiras get worried… Especially Tengen

Tw: blood, death, cursing, etc I think ^^

Tengen = Red

Doctor = Orange

Shinobu = Shinobu

Giyu = Blue

You finally managed to get home after having to stop multiple times since you wouldn’t stop coughing blood & flowers. You run a bath and you take a shower but you ended it early since you started to lose more blood and it ruined the water. You got dressed but you soon started to realize you were starting to feel weak and you could barely even stand but you still were able to get to bed.

3 days go by and you didn’t have the energy to do anything so you decided to not move and just throw up in the little trash can you had in the corner of your bed. You try to eat some things but you aren’t eating as much as you used to. In the Butterfly Mansion Tengen went to Shinobu and asked her if she knew about where you were. “Tengen you asked me 10 times already. I don't know where she is or what she has been doing!” Shinobu says annoyed. “Okay I’m sorry I’m just worried okay!” Tengen said worried. “Didn’t you only date her for $30 or something, why are you so worried now?” Shinobu said. Tengen looked shocked and said “H-how do you know about that…?” Shinobu raised a brow and said “Giyu told me, he felt bad and he didn’t want to keep it to himself and apparently I was the first person he’d tell.” Tengen stayed silent before rushing out the mansion.

Tengen goes around to find Giyu and he finds him eating ramen. Tengen goes up to Giyu and says “Why would you tell Shinobu about the bet?!” Giyu calmly looked up at Tengen and said “Because I couldn’t keep it to myself plus it’s fucked up and you should know that…” Tengen sighed and said “come on! It’s all just a joke. I mean I’m not fake dating you so why do you feel bad?” Giyu stopped eating and looked angrily up at Tengen “The reason i feel fucking bad is because they(referring to you) had a fucking crush on you! That’s why I feel bad and yet here you are messing with their feelings. You’re an asshole Tengen.” Tengen looked shocked and asked “Do you know where they are…?” Giyu responded saying “No, I do not and even if I did I wouldn’t tell you just so you could go and mess with their feelings more.” Tengen got frustrated and screamed “Don’t you care about them?! Find out where they are!” Giyu splashed his ramen onto Tengen. “How about you go look for them since you’re their oh so brave boyfriend who everyone thinks is amazing.” And with that Giyu walks off.

Tengen is left stunned and so he goes back to his home and washes up telling his wives that he’ll be right back in a couple of minutes there’s something important he had to attend too. His wives all said okay and for him to be safe and with that Tengen left. Tengen went to your home to see if maybe you’d be there. “I hope they didn’t get killed by a demon…” Tengen says to himself. He calls out your name and no response so he slowly opens the door and goes inside. He looks around until he hears harsh coughing. Tengen decides to follow the coughing and he finds you… You were pale and some blood was on the floor next to your bed. Tengen said “Y/n..? What happened to you..?” You do not respond and Tengen walks closer to you and sees you passed out. Tengen panicked and took you into his arms and rushed you to a doctor.

When Tengen got to the doctor the nurses and doctors all took you away to a room. 5 hours later one of the doctors came out of the room and told Tengen “Sir who are you to this patient?” Tengen looked at the doctor and said “I-I’m a lover.” “Alright then, so I’m sorry to let you know that this patient is very sick and is diagnosed with Hanahaki Disease.” The doctor says. “Okay… thank you doctor…” Tengen says in disbelief.

To be continued >:))

Pt 4 (last part)

As you know in the next part Tengen will suffer and you will die ^^

Taglist: @k-cris

Also pretty sure I messed up the colors a bit so sorry🥲

[winchesterszvonecek]

Sunrise - [ Hakon ]

Summary: Before he met you, Hakon didn’t think something as simple as the sunrise could ever feel so perfect

Word Count: 6492

Warnings: unfortunate uses of y/n, a little angst, fluff

A/N: this is my first one-shot in a while/my first ever DL one so please be nice

Masterlist | Hakon Masterlist

The sun had set rather early in Old Villedor that cool summer’s night, lulling the town into a dreaded sense of silence that no one around would ever dare try to break.

It would be suicide if they did. If they so much as let out a peep above a whisper or accidentally alerted a nearby sleeping beauty, then it would be utter hell on Earth for whatever poor son of a bitch found themselves trapped outside beneath the heavy cover of the clouds. They were extra thick this late hour. Dark and blanketing the sky in a deep, near void-like state which shielded those below from the radiant light of the crescent moon.

On any other occasion it wouldn’t normally be that hard for Hakon, being out in such darkness like he was tonight. He was a former nightrunner, after all. Well versed in the art of stealth and not exactly scared to traverse the city despite the constant danger that often filled the once quiet streets beneath him. He usually kept to the high ground, vaulting, leaping and grappling his way across dangerous distances before eventually settling himself on the highest rooftop he could find in order to watch the sunrise.

It had become one of his favourite pastimes these last few years, simply sitting in silence and watching the morning rear its bountiful head. It always brought him a sense of peace when he did and oftentimes he’d be quick to remove his jacket as the night fell around him, allowing him the chance to bask in the heat of the sun's golden rays as they cast out across the town, filling the streets with the most glorious and volatile free light. 

However tonight… Tonight was far more different than he ever would have expected and honestly, deep down in the very pit of his stomach, Hakon didn’t know if he’d still be alive to see the next morning's sun rise. For starters, and for the first time in years, Hakon wasn’t travelling alone through that treacherous cover of darkness. He was with Aiden, having barely escaped the streets around the Bazaar after they’d shut off the UV lights and sent them packing. The bastards. As if trying to hang Aiden for not having a biomarker wasn’t bad enough, they just had to go and sentence them both to death by denying them entry. 

Though, in hindsight, it had been somewhat of a fool's hope that they would let them in without that comforting green band around Aiden’s wrist. They were awfully strict about it, and rightfully so, but to go so far as to switch off the light? To deny them that one measly little thing that might help them survive the chaos erupting around them? Well… that was a new low even for the Bazaar and if by some minor miracle he lived to see the next day, Hakon would be thinking twice before he delivered goods from dark zones to any of those traitors inside.  

“Hakon!” Aiden’s hushed, yet stern, voice easily drew Hakon from the deep depths of his mind, snapping him right back into reality as the kid's worried face came into view before him. “We need to move!”

“Let me think,” Hakon hissed, catching the subtle way in which Aiden’s jaw tensed as he bit his tongue. He wanted to argue back, that much Hakon was sure of, but thankfully the kid managed to swallow back his sharpened words, allowing Hakon that brief moment of peaceful silence in order to try and think about their next move. 

Not that that would even do much good, however, as right in that moment… As the pungent air around them erupted with the spine-chilling howls of waking volatiles, Hakon’s brain didn’t seem to want to work properly. Figures. The one time he needed to be on his game and he couldn’t even manage to fucking think straight. He knew they had to move. The firefly filled grass wouldn’t hide them for long should one of those ravaging beasts find its way up onto the rooftop — which, knowing his luck, was almost guaranteed to happen. 

These days both the streets and the rooftops were littered with all kinds of infected. Virals. Howlers. Spitters. There was even a fucking Banshee two buildings away from them and former nightrunner or not, Hakon wasn’t fit to deal with one of those right now. Nor was he particularly up to dealing with the wrath of a few dozen Volatiles that would come running from the screams, either. 

And neither was Aiden. The kid was barely able to stay on his feet for more than a few minutes and the time until he, himself, turned into a ravenous creature was quickly counting down right in front of him. They needed to get to some light. To find somewhere safe to wait out the night and since the Bazaar was once again showing its true colours, there weren’t many places left around the city that could offer them that. The windmills were inactive. Trading posts had closed their doors and all of the old nightrunner hideouts were likely to be out of commission after so many years abandoned, as the last one Hakon had come across in his travels needed to be repaired and given the situation they didn’t exactly have time to stand around and figure out how to fix the generator. 

The only other place he could think of right now was Sarah and Jana’s. But honestly, it was likely to be a useless venture hauling their asses back to their workshop. The girls had already shown their strong distrust of Aiden and chances are they’d simply remain quiet behind the safety of their door as the two men pounded on it before being eaten by volatiles. But if not them, then who could they go to? The Peacekeepers wouldn’t help them, that much Hakon was sure of. Aiden didn’t have a biomarker and if he thought the Bazaar was bad with how they treated unmarked civilians then just wait until the PK’s get ahold of him. 

“Hakon, they’re coming!”

Fuck. 

Aiden was right. There was now a lone volatile skulking across the rooftop just off to their right and if it happened to look in the exact right place it was going to see them. It’s meal. It would devour them in a matter of seconds and yet Hakon still made no move to start running, as he had no idea where the hell they even could run to. 

Well, that was a lie, honestly. He actually had a fair idea of where they could go from here but did he really want to reopen that wound by showing up at Cillian’s? It had been a while since he saw his old friend and even though he could see Cillian's home — his secure and no doubt well lit home — from where they crouched, there was a strong part of him that greatly wanted to stay away from it. Of course, he knew he’d have to see Cillian at some point to get Aiden a biomarker but he’d much rather do that in the daylight, that way if Cillian wasn’t too happy to see him then there wouldn’t be other vicious creatures roaming around to add to his misery.

“Hakon, we can’t stay here forever.”

“I know. I know. I just…” Hakon took a breath, swallowing it thickly as he closed his eyes. Fucking shit. Where could they go? Where could they get to safely without running the risk of having to do too much, well… running?

“Hakon.”

The underlying fear in Aiden’s voice had Hakon open his eyes, his worried gaze then drifting to the right on its own curious accord. He squinted in the darkness, trying his best to discern how long they had before that gargantuan volatile on the neighbouring roof made its way towards them. But no matter how hard he tried, Hakon couldn’t make out anything amidst the darkness. Not a wrinkle of red, nor a flicker of its bright white eyes could he see and for a moment… A split second where some relief flowed through him, he thought the creature had vanished. 

That was, until the unmistakable sound of ragged breathing came from a spot directly behind where the two men hid. Fuck. No wonder Aiden sounded more scared than he ever expected a pilgrim to be, there was a fucking volatile no further than a few feet away from them, snarling and grunting in such an eerie tone that it caused even Hakon’s blood to run cold. Shit. It was going to find them. If they didn’t move within the next ten seconds there was no doubt in his mind that that giant, flesh eating monster was going to come across them and rip them both to shreds.

And it was a pity, really. Hakon would have quite liked to see one last sunset before he died. To feel those comforting rays cast over his body and envelop him in a sense of comfort that, for a brief moment, filled that dark and dreary hole in his chest just long enough to allow him to breathe. He always treasured it, that feeling. Though lately, he never could replicate the true feeling of his first ever sunrise. Not really. It was never the same and it barely lasted longer than a few miraculous seconds without the added warmth of…

Shit… Had it not been for the added company, Hakon could have laughed as the thought hit him like a train. Of course. How stupid could he be not thinking of you? He did so every day of his life. Every single second of his miserable existence he spent thinking of you and yet in the one moment he was so desperate for a solution, he’d seemingly forgotten that you lived no more than fifteen rooftops away from them.

And of course, he knew he had more chance of the fucking Peacekeepers letting them him in than he did with you, but still… The mere thought of getting to safety and of getting to see you after so long with nothing but the memory of your face to keep him going, meant Hakon simply couldn’t stop himself from setting off in your direction. He’d all but jumped to his feet at the chance, having tossed his last decoy in the opposite direction before hoisting Aiden up and dragging him roughly along the grassy surface of the rooftop — all whilst silently praying that some small part of you still felt the same way about him as you once did.

“Where are we going?” Aiden asked, hoisting himself up a small, brick chimney after Hakon — who, if he was being honest, he was having a little trouble keeping up with. “Hakon?” 

“Some place safe,” was all Hakon said, leaving a sense of mystery in the air as he leapt across the not-so-short distance between two neighbouring buildings. He landed near effortlessly on the slanted roof trim, his foot slipping a little on loose tile as Aiden landed gracefully beside him. 

As he did, that moss covered slate loosened even more from the added impact and slid slowly from the edge, landing with a faint clatter on the empty street below. And thank God for that little detail, Hakon thought to himself. Had there been so much as one shambling infected lingering down there then the rest of their ascent up your building wouldn’t have gone so smoothly and chances are you’d have easily refused them any sort of entry had they brought any company. 

But that was one of the best things about your home: the desertion. The streets, the rooftops, every single inch of the land that surrounded you was always entirely empty given the copious amount of traps, UV protection and daily clearing you did of all things infected. You always hated having them close by, especially at night. It didn’t matter how many precautions you took or that you had enough UV lights to open a tanning salon, you still never felt fully at ease inside that cosy space you called home — which meant that the likelihood of you being awake to let them both in was even higher than the VNC Tower they could see in the distance. 

“This is a nice place,” Aiden said quietly, drawing Hakon’s attention briefly towards him as he trailed his fingertip along the twinkling fairy lights that dangled along the exterior fence of your roof. “Who lives here?” 

“An old friend,” Hakon replied, a fond, yet inherently sad, smile tugging on his lips as his eyes glistened in the ambient glow of those fairy lights. He’d never forget the look on your face when he surprised you with them, after having spent the entire two days beforehand building the very fence on which they still hung. 

Hakon still remembered how easily you had talked him into building it. You hadn’t been sleeping great, you couldn’t. The mere thought of a volatile making its way onto the rooftop and busting down your door seemed all too plausible and oftentimes you’d spent the entire night wide awake, curled up against him with your face buried in the crook of his neck as he slept soundly next to you. 

You had almost envied him, with how at ease he often felt. And even with him right beside you, you still hadn’t managed to feel safe in the home you both worked so hard to build together. It didn’t matter that he was always with you. That he’d never let anything or anyone touch a single hair on your head, you just couldn’t stop yourself from growing scared each night the sun set and that wasn’t exactly something Hakon was going to let keep happening. 

Thus, after a single plea from you paired with the biggest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen, the fence was born — made from a rundown old shack you’d both dismantled from the nearby park and still standing tall as a reminder of the lengths Hakon would go to to keep you comfortable.

“Hakon?” A gentle hand landed on his shoulder, pulling Hakon’s eyes back into focus as they came to land on Aiden’s partially concerned face. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Hakon gave him a reassuring smile, despite how false that statement was. He then shrugged out from under his touch before the kid could press any further, instead making his way past the small crop plot his very own hands had built as he approached your door. His hand went absently to the handle, about to pull it down and simply walk inside before he froze. Right. He wasn’t in a position where he could do that anymore, even if the door was unlocked. And so, he knocked, “Y/N?”

Nothing but a thick silence greeted them in return, causing Aiden to believe that whoever it was that seemed to have such an effect on Hakon that he kept zoning out, was probably curled up in bed asleep. But Hakon knew better. He knew that even now you wouldn’t allow yourself to close your eyes until early morning, and so he knocked again. This time a little louder as he called your name through the door once more, “I know you’re in there.” 

There was a gentle clatter from inside the house before you finally replied, “Fuck off.” 

Hakon flinched at the coldness of your tone, his heart all but sinking to the lower level of the building on which he stood. He should have guessed that would be your response, and if anything, he was starting to regret not going straight to Cillian’s as at least then those two words reaching his ears wouldn’t slice right through his chest like a knife through butter. 

Aiden, however, got a great deal of amusement from your response, already deciding he liked you as he struggled to hold back his chuckles, “I see you’ve got a lot of friends in this town, huh?” 

“Shut up, Aiden,” Hakon hissed, catching the slight roll of Aiden’s lips from the corner of his eye. Fucking pilgrim. He then knocked again, this time using the side of his fist for some added emphasis. “Open the door, Y/N, please.” 

“No,” You replied sharply, “Just…” 

There was a brief pause in your words — or rather, your lack of. Then, as a faint shudder from your breath catching in your throat drifted painfully through the door, a quiet creak met Hakon’s ears. They perked up as it did, as… he knew that sound. He’d been responsible for that sound all those times he’d tried to sneak out at night in order to find nice things for you. You had stepped forward. You had actually approached the door, and honestly, that was more than Hakon ever fully expected you to, what with your blunt greeting and obvious want for him to go as far away from you as possible. 

“I know you’re there,” Hakon said softly, raising his hand and placing it against the cool metal of the door — which at this point was the only thing standing in his way from finally getting to see you again. “Please let me in.” 

“No,” You said again, only this time you weren’t nearly as firm in your tone as you’d been before. The creak then met his ears again, indicating your retreat away from the door that Hakon was very tempted to kick down. “Now just… Go away and bother someone else. Before I switch off the light.” 

Even though he knew you probably would turn off the lights, Hakon still knocked again, hearing the faint rattle of the door’s bolts with how much pressure he seemed to use. He thought it might get through to you, his desperation. But no matter how truly real it sounded or how very tempted to open the door you were, it still remained closed between you. And the longer it did… The more seconds that ticked silently by, the less faith Hakon had that it might ever move from that space.

Sighing in defeat, he then leaned his forehead against the barrier that so cruelly kept him from you. He didn’t know what else he could do to convince you to open up. He always thought you just would. That perhaps simply hearing him pleading outside your door in the dark cover of night would have made you forget everything he ever did to make you hate him. 

But apparently he was wrong. 

Apparently he’d hurt you far worse than he originally thought as within seconds of his forehead colliding with your door once again, each and every UV light around him flickered off, throwing both men right back into a familiar sense of darkness. Wonderful. Not only was his likelihood of never seeing you, or the sunrise, again growing higher and higher, but now so was his possibility of being eaten alive by a freshly turned Aiden. 

Wait… Hakon lifted his head. Aiden. Fuck. How could he be so stupid? 

“I’m not alone, Y/N,” Hakon said, and almost instantly, like his voice were the very switch on the generator inside the house, that comforting glow of the purple lights around them quickly flickered on again. 

“Fucking hell.” 

The faint mutter of your inherently annoyed sounding voice had a smile rise on his face as Hakon stepped back, feeling the pure sense of excitement slowly rise in his chest again as the relieving sound of deadbolts unlatching echoed throughout the air around them. 

It took a moment, after the door unlocked, for you to finally open it but when you did… When your face appeared before him, even with its clear and obvious anger towards the situation, Hakon still felt those waves of comfort he’d so dearly missed flow through him. Oh, how it truly thawed his frozen heart to finally see you again. He never thought he would. He always thought he’d only ever get to see you in his dreams and yet here you were, standing so close to him that he could reach out and touch you. 

You still looked exactly the same as you did when he left. Perfect. You were always so utterly beautiful it pained him to have ever let you go, and you still sported that ice-cold resting bitch face. The one he’d missed… honestly even more than he ever truly thought, and the very same one that could give even Aitor a proper run for his money.  

“Damn, I didn’t think that would work,” Hakon said, a small touch of humour riding the waves of his triumph. 

“Shut up,” You snapped, though you couldn’t deny that his lackadaisical attempt at remaining serious in important situations still caused a vicious flutter to erupt in your chest. “Just get inside.” 

You didn’t even allow Hakon a chance to move on his own before you grabbed him by the front of his coat, yanking him forward and into the warmth of your home before motioning to his friend to do the same. Aiden did so without hesitation, a small shiver slipping from his lips at the sudden change in temperature. 

You closed the door behind him, quickly sliding the bolts back into place before double checking they were secure — as God knows what was now lurking outside after hearing Hakon pound on your door for five whole minutes. You then checked the generator, making sure it was working properly before you eventually turned back around to the two men who now stood awkwardly inside the wooden walls of your home.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, getting right to it and doing your best to remain collected despite the fact that the love of your life… the one who had hurt you so much that you still couldn’t fully look at him, was so suddenly back in your life. “I thought I told you once before to leave me alone.” 

“And I had every intention of honouring that,” Hakon admitted, the subtle hints of his accent thickening somewhat as he did, which easily sparked chills right down your spine. “But we had no place else to go.”

Your brow furrowed, “What about the Bazaar?”

“They wouldn’t let us in,” Hakon replied, taking off his backpack as he all but began to make himself at home. “We…”

“It’s my fault,” Aiden interrupted, gaining your attention. “I don’t have a biomarker and apparently that’s cause enough for them to leave us out in the dark.” 

“You a pilgrim?” You asked, and Aiden nodded. “The one they wanted to hang?” 

“How did you know about that?” Hakon asked, drawing your gaze which instantly hardened. 

“News travels fast here,” You replied, and that was all you intended to say before a soft sigh involuntarily left your lips at the subtle way in which he flinched. You then allowed your shoulders to sink, your body slouching as you leaned back against the makeshift kitchen counter. Fuck. You really couldn’t bring yourself to keep this ice-cold act going. You were tired. Sore. And just having Hakon back in your space with that sad look in his eyes was making it seem impossible for you to keep up that shield. And so you sighed again, “Vincenzo told me, when he came to pick up the medication for his father.” 

Hakon couldn’t help but chuckle at that, “Still giving Alberto placebos, I see?”

You folded your arms, “There’s no harm in it.” 

“True,” Hakon nodded, mirroring your stance as he leaned back against the wall, “But I never would have taken you for the type to charge extortionate prices for something that doesn’t do anything.” 

“I don’t charge him anything,” You said, to which Hakon raised his brow and even Aiden seemed curious. “Vincenzo knows they’re fake. But according to him, Alberto thinks they’re helping him. Says he hasn’t seen his father so spritely in years.” 

“That’s nice of you,” Aiden chimed in, drawing your eyes and seeing the first real smile to form on your face. “There aren’t many decent people left in the world who would do something like that.” 

“I help where I can,” You exhaled, pushing yourself off the counter to check on the water you were boiling. You lifted the pot from the stove when you saw enough bubbles, pouring it into an even bigger pot that was filled to the brim with greenery. “And besides, I owe Vincenzo for all the weapons he helped me with… And the gossip he brings. I’m not really welcome around the Bazaar, so it’s handy having someone around to keep me updated on things.” 

“Wait, why aren’t you welcome?” Aiden asked, his brow dipping as he exchanged glances between the distant couple. But he couldn’t read them. Hakon was as closed off as he expected and you… You were even more stone-faced than Spike could be and if anything, that peaked his curiosity further. “I mean, you do have a biomarker, don’t you?” 

“I do. But that doesn’t really make a difference to the people of the Bazaar given that I’m a healer,” You explained, gesturing briefly to the wall of planters that stood behind him. You watched intently as he turned, his eyes widening as they grazed across the rows upon rows of bright, bushey greenery that overflowed from each colourfully painted wooden box. “Have you ever come across a healer before?” 

“I have,” Aiden said, lightly running his fingertips along the edge of a partially serrated leaf. “But back there, most people seemed to worship them.” 

“If only we could be so lucky, as here… People don’t take too kindly to us. It doesn’t matter how often we save their lives, or that of their loved ones, they still treat us like dirt. They call us witches. Scammers. Some people even try to hurt us, which is exactly why I decided to live so far from the majority of the population,” You told him, focusing your attention back to the large pot behind you. You lifted a wooden spoon, stirring the mixture slowly as a brief, yet tense, silence erupted throughout the room. “You’re welcome to stay here for the night, but come sunrise… I want both of you gone.” 

“Understood,” Aiden replied, and you couldn’t help but be thankful for Hakon having had the decency to bring someone with manners. “Thank you.” 

You gave Aiden a welcome nod before redirecting your attention to back your work once again, hearing the quiet whispers of Hakon as he told his new friend exactly where he could rest up for the night. You hoped Hakon would go with him. To perhaps get some rest himself and leave you be, but after a quick mumble from Aiden in response, you could only make out one set of retreating footsteps. Instead, the other pair began to slowly make their way towards you, forcing your body to grow tense as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up like soldiers.

“What are you making?” Hakon asked curiously, acting as though he were simply returning home from a run to find you cooking dinner. “It smells… Interesting.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the, completely contradictory to his words, tone in which Hakon used, “It’s fennel.” 

“Ah, I see,” Hakon mused, edging his way even closer into your peripheral vision. “Is that another placebo?” 

“No,” You shook your head, continuing to focus on the swirling mixture in front of you. “It’s used for digestive issues.” 

“Oh,” Hakon rolled his lips, his cheeks flushing red. “Sorry for asking.” 

At that, you let out a quiet laugh, a sound so sweet that Hakon could have fallen to his knees and cried. 

“It’s not for me, you idiot…” — said affectionately — “It’s for the PK’s… Aitor asked me if I could cook something up as apparently a few of his men have had some unfortunate run-ins with a dodgy batch of sausages.” 

Hakon blinked, “You know… I really can’t tell if you’re joking.” 

“Trust me,” You turned to him, allowing him to read the near trauma that was written all over your face from the entirely new, and nearly unbelievable, odours you had smelled. “I wish I was joking.” 

With a genuine chuckle leaving his lips, Hakon could already feel as the tension in the air slowly began to chip away at itself. It had been a while since he last spoke to you. He had bumped into you at the metro station a good few… God, he didn’t even know how long it had been. All he could really remember was how you were both forced to make awkward small talk with each other whilst you waited for Aitor. 

It had been rough that day. Painful. You had both practically pretended like you were strangers and to this day, it still remains one of the worst moments of Hakon’s life — with letting you go being the first, obviously. He hadn’t wanted to. Not one bit. But after everything that happened with the TV station and the rumours that began to spread, it just wasn’t safe for him to be around you anymore. So he left. And ever since that day neither of you have ever fully been able to talk freely with each other. 

Until now, it seems. 

“There’s some leftovers in the cooler if you’re hungry,” You said quietly, forcing Hakon’s distant gaze back towards the hurt that still lingered deep in your eyes. “I need to gather some more herbs but I won’t be long.” 

“Wait,” Hakon’s hand gently hooked around your arm before you could move, drawing your eyes to the shock that riddled every single line that was present on his face. “You’re going outside? At night?”

“Yes,” You said simply, as if it were no big deal for you to be doing so. You then shrugged your arm out from beneath his hold, ignoring the pain that bubbled deep in your stomach. “A lot has changed since you left, Hakon. Since I learned that I couldn’t rely on anyone else to look out for me… I had to teach myself: how not to be scared anymore. It didn’t take long, though. Not really. I was already so used to the pain you caused when you left that when I came face to face with my first night out, there really wasn’t much else that it could throw at me.” 

And with that you pushed past him, knocking his shoulder a little rougher than you meant as you made your way towards your escape. You slipped out quickly, leaving the door partially open as Hakon simply stood there, staring absentmindedly into the pot you had left simmering atop the old camp stove you’d both found in a nearby house. He guessed he should have expected that: your bitterness. He hadn’t exactly done a very good job when he left you — if there even was a thing such as that. He’d been blunt. Brutal. He’d said some things he hadn’t truly meant and now it was all coming back to bite him in the ass. 

And hell, maybe he deserved it. He hasn’t exactly led what you would call a respectful life, but he really thought he was making up for that ever since he met you. He knew it sounded corny, but you really had changed him. You’d shown him there was a lot more to life than simply being angry at it and with each day he spent with you, the more he’d begun to feel like a whole new man. 

Until the TV station came along, anyway. That fucked-up mission had really thrown a spanner into the works of… Well, pretty much every aspect of his life and ever since that fateful day, things had never been the same for Hakon. He fell back into his old ways. His cruel ways. He’d hurt you more than he ever wished to do and yet, despite his dire want to be with you once again, he knew it was simply too late for him to do anything about it. 

You clearly hated him, otherwise why else would you have been willing to leave him outside without so much as a single beam of UV light? You may be talking to him now, but if it hadn’t been for Aiden you never would have let him inside in the first place. You’d have left him to die. To be eaten by the dead, or even potentially turn into one himself, and it was all because of his own stupid mistakes. He already knew there was no part of you that could ever learn to love him again, but in that moment… As he wallowed in the regret of his own actions, he desperately needed to know if perhaps one day… You could at least find it in your heart to forgive him. 

Therefore, after a moment of thought about whether or not this conversation would play out in his favour, Hakon slipped out of the house in hopes of catching you. But he was too late. He’d lingered, neck deep, in his own thoughts for far too long that by the time he made it outside the safety of your UV lights, you had already disappeared into the darkness of the city surrounding him. He had no idea where you’d gone. Or where you could be. He knew the likelihood of you being close by was strong, but he didn’t want to take the risk of venturing out and getting lost in the shadows — not when at any moment he could step headfirst into one of the many traps you and Vincenzo had laid out. 

And so instead, he waited. 

Until the sun was nearly on the rise again, Hakon waited (im)patiently for your gracious return. He honestly hadn’t expected you to take this long. To leave him hanging. There were a few times he’d almost been tempted to head out in search of you in case you’d somehow gotten lost. Or worse: hurt. But thankfully, after a few more minutes of frantically pacing the front of your house with all sorts of nightmarish thoughts seeping into his mind, Hakon’s ears finally picked up on another all too familiar sounding creak. Without even thinking, he went to it. He swung himself effortlessly up and over the railing above him and came to land on the very balcony responsible. 

“I should have guessed you’d be up here,” Hakon said softly, watching as you rid yourself of the coat that would only shield you from the warm rays of the early morning. He heard you sigh quietly as you did, tossing the heavy material over the edge of the railing before finally turning to face him. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you here?” 

“No,” You said sharply, drawing your gaze away from him and casting it out towards the horizon. You couldn’t look at him. Not now. Not when the moment you had once shared together for years loomed so close. “I guess I just hoped you’d have the decency not to follow me.” 

“Mon amour,” Hakon whispered, reaching out to lightly graze his knuckles down the side of your face. You closed your eyes as he did, your breath hitching in your throat as you were unable to stop yourself from leaning your head into him. He opened his palm as you did, allowing you the chance to slip perfectly into it. “I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N, I need you to know that.” 

“Then why did you?” You asked, the pure innocence to your tone breaking Hakon’s heart for a second… third… maybe even a fourth time this night, “Why did you leave me?” 

“I had to,” Hakon told you, gently wiping away the first tear to slip past your lashes. “After what happened with the TV station, it wasn’t safe for you to be with me anymore.” 

“Don’t you think that’s something I should have decided for myself?” You asked defensively, trying your hardest to bite back your bark. “Don’t you think that that’s maybe something we should have discussed? Together? As a couple?” 

“I do now,” Hakon admitted, feeling the guilt rise thickly in this throat. “But back then, I was lost… I was so scared of the possibility of losing you that I wasn’t in a place where I could think clearly about my decisions.” 

“And what about now?” You murmured, catching the first spark of hope that filled Hakon’s eyes as his brows raised above them. “Are you in a place where you can think clearly now?” 

Hakon nodded, “I am.” 

“And?” 

“And…” 

Hakon lifted his other hand, ghosting it along the side of your face which was slowly beginning to shimmer in the first rays of the rising sun. He had fully intended to talk to you. To properly voice his further intentions but as he looked at you… As he gazed deep into the love that still lingered behind the sparkles of your eyes, he figured his actions would be far better suited at voicing how he felt for you. He never was any good at it, even back then. He always struggled to find the right words to say and so instead, he simply decided it would be best if he let his lips do the talking for him.

And so he kissed you. With such a tenderness to his motion, Hakon pressed his lips ever so lightly against yours, as though he were testing the waters. Waiting for any spark of uncertainty to arise from your reaction. But instead of pushing him away, like he once feared, you only pulled him closer, sending the chaos of the world around him into a faded blur of amber light as he fixated solely on the comforting warmth, and slight roughness, of your lips on his. 

“That was well said,” You exhaled humorously, yet you were deeply struggling to open your eyes as the lingering tingle of his lips slowly faded from your own. “But I uh… I think you could probably word it a little better.”  

With a chuckle Hakon pulled back into him, kissing you ever harder… Even deeper as you slid your arms tightly around the sturdy frame of his body. Hell, you were all but melting into him at this stage. Your hands had already worked their way up the length of his muscular back and your fingers were slowly but surely delving deep into the short strands of his hair. 

Hakon never truly thought he’d experience a moment better than his very first morning with you but as he stood there… As he drowned in the taste of your lips with the clouds clearing overhead and the sky growing golden, he couldn’t but think that the sunrise… would never feel so damn perfect again.

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Take A Little Time For Me

Pairing: Kyle Crane x male reader Summary: reader gets some much needed alone time in a freshly cleared safe house Words: 1,065 Im so happy i actually wrote something today!! Warnings: dick, cock, balls Notes: idk if anyone actually reads anything with kyle but i finally wrote something so I'm not going to complain.

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you sigh as the last zombie falls to the ground with a heavy thud, there weren't as many in this safe house as all the others you've cleared out today. You wrinkle your nose in disgust when one of the biters twitch, yeah, you definitely needed to clear this place out before you could rest.

It didn't take nearly as long to clear the apartment out, the splatter of blood on the ground after you threw the bodies out of the window was almost enough to make you sick but before you could delve too deep into your thoughts crane’s voice rang loud and clear over the earpiece.

“yo y/n, you alive?” he sounds so tired but god does it suit him, his husky drawl made something in your belly tingle pleasantly. “sadly” you reply wryly, it isn't long before he replies sounding unamused “That isn't funny y/n.” THAT makes your cock twitch, he sounds so done with you. your belly flutters as your mind wanders, you've been the recipient of his demands before but what would he sound like if he were ordering you to suck his cock, or fuck yourself with your own fingers.

With those thoughts rolling around in your perverted brain you quickly find yourself getting embarrassingly hard, you swallow hard and shift uncomfortably, your thighs are already sticky with your own sweat, you don't want to imagine the kind of mess your underwear would be in if this continued. “What’s got your panties in a twist crane?” You look down at your walkie to make sure you're on a private channel.

Crane gives you the honor of hearing him scoff before hes telling you off, sleepiness getting him agitated. Your cock throbs at the sound of his voice and before you can think rationally your hand gains a mind of its own and you find yourself rubbing your growing bulge through your pants, you're immediately met with the uncomfortable sensation of your sweat-stained boxer briefs. you curse and look around for some kind of wipes to at least clean your hands before you do anything else.

You come up with nothing so in a last-ditch effort you try the faucet and miraculously there's running water, the stream is weak, and its probably draining what little water is left from the pipes so you waste no time in shoving your pants down your thighs and getting your hand wet enough to half-ass cleaning your cock and balls before the water dries up.

“earth to y/n… are you okay? where are you?” Crane's voice breaks you out of your mindless stroking, you clear your throat before pressing the button on your earpiece, “Yeah, I'm okay… sorry” you curse yourself at how stupid your voice sounds “Uh… where are you?” You add meekly, hoping it could get him talking longer. “I’m back with the quartermaster just dropping some shit off” You shouldn't get so turned on by the sound of crane cursing but your dick throbs anyways.

“I’m heading out now, there's a lot of shit I need to get done before dark” he sounds like he's mumbling, he's probably outside. your hand moves back down to your crotch “Could you stop by here? I need some help” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can think, you curse yourself but before you can get too deep into your self-pity crane sighs, his voice is rough and he sounds a little out of breath when he speaks again “I dunno, I'm pretty fucking busy.”

his voice goes straight to your dick, you run your thumb over the sensitive head and then over the slit lightly to make yourself shudder, a soft whine forces its way out of your throat. “What was that? y/n?” Crane's voice cuts back into the silence and you come to the horrifying realization that you had the button pressed, he heard you whine. you cough and press the button again “y- yeah… yeah I'm fine” you curse your voice for being so shaky.

“alright, im coming” He’s totally not convinced, your heart thuds against your ribcage, and your belly tingles at the thought of Crane coming over and seeing you like this. would he laugh? would your body gross him out? would he pin you to the wall and fuck your brains out? your cock throbs as your anxiety-ridden thoughts take on a hornier tone. your fingers slip down your shaft to caress your aching “Kyle” it comes out more as a moan, your heart feels like it's going to leap out of your chest.

You're being so stupid, when have you ever been this risky? the channel stays quiet for a long moment, the static feels deafening and you start to clam up, anxiety taking over but before you could start groveling the static cuts out and you can hear Crane clear his throat “That was so fucking hot.” your breath catches in your throat and your cock throbs hard, pre dribbling out over the head of your needy cock.

Before your nerves settle in you press the button on your earpiece and blurt out where you were, “hurry” you add meekly. Crane takes just long enough to arrive that you're already cringing at how you were acting but he drops down from the hatch on the roof faster than you can get your pants back up, you don't have time to react before he's crowding you into the counter and thumbing at your wet slit, you choke out a surprised moan and cant your hips up into his hand. Kyle doesn't give you enough time to think about hygiene or get anxious before his hand circles your touch-starved dick to give a firm stroke, you shudder and groan and he chuckles breathlessly at how desperate you are.

“We gotta be quick, okay?’ he whispers darkly against your lips, his hand tightens around your throbbing shaft and he strokes faster, the feeling of his warm palm nearly making your knees buckle. Your arms fly up to wrap around his shoulders tightly, your knees wobble as he beats your cock mercilessly, never letting you catch your breath and after an embarrassingly short time you’re body tenses with the best orgasm you've had in forever.

[dalgikiss]

'Til Kingdom Come

princess diaries totally lied about what happens when you become a princess btw

index

genre: romance, coming-of-age, royalty

i. start of something new

You can’t help but stare in awe at the palace building in front of you, with the dark blue and white flags dancing in the air to a rhythm that you cannot hear. 

The palace towers above you, white stone marble glinting from the sunlight. You crane your neck, almost falling backwards in a sore attempt to catch the top of the castle. Your grandmother’s guard, Akira, catches you with a reassuring hand to your back, holding back his laughter while you struggle to catch your footing. 

The wooden doors open the second the guards see your grandmother ascending the marble stairs, and you hurriedly follow behind her, ignoring the way some of the guards openly gaped at you. Your grandmother glances over her shoulder, taking note of the unease on your face. 

“You needn’t worry,” She reassures you, a hand gently pushing your shoulders back to straighten your posture, “You will do a fine job of being our princess” 

The words are meant to be comforting, you know, but the pressure bears down harder on your chest instead. 

Becoming a princess at the age of 18 is not something that you were even mildly prepared for. It’s something out of a fairytale, a dream that many young girls have. You were no different, especially after watching ‘Princess Diaries’ starring your all time favorite actress, Anne Hathaway. 

However, something twisted in your gut as you stared at your grandmother’s tiara, glittering diamonds reflecting in the sunlight casting a shadow over your figure as though to warn you, your experience would be nothing like the beloved coming-of-age film. 

Akira gestures for you to walk down a hallway, large oil paintings adorning the walls depicting the past rulers of Aoba Johsai and their family members. You can’t help but pause at a photo of your father when he was younger, dressed in a black uniform with gold buttons and different colored ribbons decorating his chest while he grinned wildly at the camera. Your grandmother stood in the background, a soft smile on her face, while your late grandfather mimicked your father’s expression. 

“You know,” Your grandmother suddenly appears behind you, gazing fondly at the photo, “You have your grandfather’s eyes”

You can’t help but gently reach up towards your eyes, staring intently at the photo of your late grandfather. The longer you stare at the photo, the more the realization dawns upon you. 

I’m a princess 

These people are my family

This is not a game

Your grandmother seems to sense your inner turmoil, turning to face you as your expression begins to morph into something akin to fear. 

“I’ve said it before, and I will say it again,” She pulls your hand away from your face, tilting your chin up, “You will make a fine ruler of this country. You will not let me down”

[zeroth-writes]

Dating -Rais- -Headcanons-

masterlist | request

Prompt: So I was wondering if we could get dating headcanons with him? Sfw and/or nsfw?

Pairing: Rais x Reader

Summary:

Word Count:

Warning: NSFW Under the cut! Mention of bodily harm

Rais will respect you in his own way

while he wont necessarily be ‘nice’ to you

he will protect you from his men and the zombies outside

if anyone flirts or tries to pick you up

he’ll cut off a body part

or leave them outside at night

wants everyone in harran to know that you are his

and only his

as your time together goes on

he’ll begin see you like his brother was to him

the only one in the world he actually cares about

slowly be

but wont hesitate to punish you

if you disobey or disrespect him in anyway

wont do anything extreme

likely just ties you up in his room and leaves you alone

only allows tahir or karim to bring you food and water when necessary

not surprising but is 100% dominate

on occasion will let you top

but will still have at least some control over you

loves to tie you up

him completely in control

you completely at his mercy

loves choking you and knowing your life hangs in his hands

occasionally goes overboard and you end up unconscious

but it wont stop him from doing it again next time

marking.

wants to see you covered in purple and red

hates when you cover them up

[saintship]

Hi!

Recently I’ve been playing some different games, and I’d love to start doing requests again; make sure to take a quick look at my guide and don’t be afraid of getting specific!

[kormiato]

Well, I guess it's time? I'm nervous af and I'm not sure this'll gonna work, but I've got to try, right?

So...

Requests are open!

What I WILL write:

Fluff

Angst (I'm bad at this, but I'll try)

NSFW (Also bad, but why not?)

Headcanons, alphabets, kinks, and that sort of things

Male!Reader, F!Reader, GN!Reader, Child!Reader(platonic)

Character x character (depends)

Selfharm (maybe)

Different types of reader (like black, white, chubby, skinny etc., also depends)

OCs (maybe, but I know how hard you want content about your OCs sometimes, so 80% that I'll do it

What I WON'T write:

Pedophilia

Zoophilia

BDSM

FANDOMS I'll write:

Resident Evil

Haikyuu

MHA (BNHA)

Detroit: Become Human

Dying light 2: Stay Human

Infamous: Second Son

House of ashes

Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer)

Life is strange

Honkai: Star Rail

You may ask about if I'll write some themes or fandoms that you interested in and I'll gladly reply and add that theme in this post. Thank you!

[washingmachinegirly]

Dying Light 2 Hakon x OC Drabble

i cannot for the life of me find any Hakon fanfiction so i wrote some myself.

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“Just entertain yourself while I try to fix the generators. Don’t touch anything. Got it?”

Frank told them the community was running out of supplies, and the surrounding areas were dry.

Sabine said that she knew somewhere untouched by any other survivors. She offered to go and retrieve the supplies.

Hakon said he would go along with her.

Now that they were here, it was clear she did not want to be here and didn’t want Hakon here either.

“Yes, ma’am.”

That’s how the man found himself in the woman’s bedroom. It was untouched for 15 years, like a time capsule. Looking around, he could see both the personality and the lack of personality in the room. The walls are stark white and only hold a handful of decorations, but the room holds many CDs, DVDs, and books. The CDs and DVDs intrigue him but are useless unless the generators work. So he makes his way to the bookshelf.

Looking through the bookshelf, he sees a variety of books. LSAT practice books, D.I.Y. books, law books, history books, and romance books. He would have never pegged Sabine to be the romantic type. He takes a book off the shelf titled “A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime” and opens it to a random page.

“It’s been three years, four months, two days, and a handful of hours since the first moment I set my eyes on her. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. The absolute bane of my existence.” He reads aloud from the book and then laughs to himself. The lines are cliche, but he can’t argue against them. They were romantic and something he probably would say himself.

Above the bookcase, he finds a dead plant. Peering around the rest of the room, he finds many dead plants. Most likely unwatered. Who would have stayed around to water them anyways? On top of the bookcase is an ornate tea set. Picking up the teapot and dusting it off, he realizes it is handmade and old. It would probably sell for a pretty penny. Juan would practically salivate over it. He would never tell Sabine about selling to Juan, though. That guy is her number one enemy. The stick up her ass.

Walking along the wall, he comes upon a dresser. On top of the dresser, he finds a music box. After cranking the knob on the back and opening the box up, hoping for music. Unfortunately, no music sings, and the ballerina remains stagnant. Inside the box, he finds only a plastic rhinestone choker and plastic diamond earrings. The type of jewelry competitive performers would wear back in the day. He then picks up a violin case and opens it. Inside sits a beautiful, untouched violin. It shines against the sunlight peeking through the window. He wonders if Sabine would play for him and if she is as good as she claims. Beside the violin is a picture of a girl and a dog. He picks up the photograph to get a better look. Upon inspection, he realizes it is a picture of a much younger Sabine and a dog. The dog looks to be an Australian Shepard. Sabine had the massive dog in her arms. They were both smiling at each other.

Hakon has never seen her smile like that. He smiles to himself and places the framed photo back onto the dresser. Walking away from the dresser, the man comes face-to-face with a large mirror that takes over almost an entire wall. It had been long since he’d seen his reflection so clearly, in broad daylight. He takes in how greasy his hair and skin look.

“My god, am I graying?” He asks himself as he steps closer to the mirror and ruffles his hair around.

He takes in the new scars on his face, neck, and hands. Some are faint and will probably disappear in a week or so. Others are deep, leaving an indent in his skin. One scar, in particular, is deeper than the rest. It goes from the top right of his forehead, through the eyebrow, past his eye, over the nose, and stops in the middle of his left cheek. Despite the lasting mark, he supposes he should be thanking Sabine. If not for her, it’d be a hell of a lot more than a scar.

Hakon was cornered between two skyscrapers by a pack of renegades. He had thought it was an easy enough job to handle alone. Obviously, he was very wrong. As the renegades approached him, they laughed and sneered in his face.

“No one to save you now, runner.”

Soon enough, Hakon felt the cold concrete hit his back. He could have and should have gone the other way, but no, he’s always looking for trouble. As he scolded himself, a renegade approached him with a knife. Hakon imagined that behind the mask, the man was smiling as he raised his blade. Hakon closed his eyes, ready to face his death. Only a fool like him would perish like this.

Yet the blade only scratched him. When he opened his eyes, in front of him, he found the guy dead on the ground. Looking up, he saw Sabine fighting off the other four.

“Are you going to keep staring at me like an idiot, or are you going to help me?”

Hakon chuckles to himself as he thinks back on the memory. Despite his gray hair and ugly scars, he must still have charisma if he’s lucky enough for a girl like Sabine to save him.

He moves to the other wall, gazing at all the items hanging upon it. While the trophies and medals are pretty shiny in the sun, Hakon’s eyes draw toward the other ornaments on the wall.

First, he finds the drawing of the dog. It must be the same dog from the framed photo on the dresser. Getting a closer look, he notices the message on the bottom.

“For my favorite sister. P.S. I miss you! And so does Clementine. Please come home soon! - Chrys”

The man chuckles to himself. He can’t imagine the 15-year-old Chrysanthemum he knows being so young. She couldn’t even spell her name! She must have been around 4 or 5. Despite the childlike innocence, it makes him sad as he remembers how young she was when it happened. Still, in spite of all the world’s hardships, Sabine’s sister was able to keep a bit of her childishness. Hakon’s eyes wander over to the family photo.

A childishness Sabine never seemed to have.

All the people in the photo seem to be emotionless. They were all flat-faced yet held the smallest air of contentment. After a closer inspection of the 15-year-old Sabine, Hakon decides that Sabine is and was nothing like her sister. She sat in front of her parents, knees together, back straight, and heads in her lap. Her lips were a flat line, slightly curved at the edges, and her eyes seemed sad.

Hakon decides to move on to the collage of photos.

When looking at the photos, a gust of déjà vu hits his face.

The collage contains four photos in total. The first photo was a group photo with three girls in a cab. Hakon recognized Sabine in the middle of the other two girls. The taxi cab and scene looked all too familiar. In the second photo, he realized why it was so familiar.

It was his taxi cab, the one he drove before all hell broke loose.

He is looking at a photo of his younger self with the three girls. As he stares at the picture with the seriousness of a detective, the day returns to him in broken fragments.

The girls had all hopped into his cab, giggling with each other. He was a bit weary of them, but Sabine claimed they had money and to just drive. Despite his weariness, he was bored, so he obliged. As he “drove” through the traffic in the city, he eavesdropped on the girls’ conversation and watched their theatrics. He would have been lying if he said it wasn’t entertaining. Sabine caught onto him and asked if he wanted in on the photos and fun. He should have said no and done his job, but he was never that kind of guy. He was young and looking for something fun to happen, so he said yes.

Sabine dragged him into the photo, smiling cheekily. She leaned over the console to take over his radio system to change the music. She told him he had shit music taste, which he scoffed at, but she was right.

Sabine also dragged him and the girls to a karaoke bar. At first, they had just ordered a few drinks and watched the other drunk barhoppers sing on the stage. Within 10 minutes of being at the bar, the girls found themselves on the stage, performing an America’s Got Talent-worthy performance of Wannabe by the Spice Girls. That’s when Hakon took the third photo with Sabine’s camera. After that, the girls all took turns performing solos, allowing the other bar-goers to squeeze in once in a while.

A couple more drinks in, Sabine convinced Hakon to sing with her. That’s where the fourth photo came from, courtesy of one of Sabine’s friends. He never learned their names. After his and Sabine’s first performance, the night got a little blurry.

Hakon is amazed that he remembers that much from almost 15 years ago. He is even more amazed that he’s known Sabine long before the fall. He thought he would have remembered a girl like her, but life gets busy. Extremely busy, according to the events of the last 15 years.

Static comes from his left, and he’s broken from his stunning trance. Looking over, he finds an old TV turned on. Sabine must have got the generators on. While the TV is on, Hakon doesn’t suppose there’s cable TV anymore. To delight, he does find a collection of DVDs and VHS tapes under the TV. He kneels to get a closer look at the collection. Most of the tapes seem to be performance videos, most likely of dances. Sabine had never talked about it, but judging by the trophies, medals, and dance equipment, Hakon could guess she used to be a competitive dancer. He was very familiar with those girls and their families, having to drive them around in his cab during competition season. None of the tapes interested him, but a CD labeled “My Final Bow: Video Diary” sure did. He isn’t normally one to go through people’s diaries, but he is willing to make an expectation for a closed-off girl like Sabine. Besides, a photo that falls out of the CD case tells him the video probably has to do with him. The photo is a blurry, candid picture of Sabine and Hakon. Her short arm stretched out to fit them both in the camera’s border as she leaned over to kiss his cheek. Hakon doesn’t remember that part of the night. He doubts Sabine does either. After one last glance at the photo, he puts the CD into the TV’s CD port.

The video was a simple collection of clips taken on the same night as the photos. It showed the girls racing toward the cab and jumping inside. They were giggling the whole time. The clip transitioned to the girls in a heated conversation about god knows what, but Hakon heard himself laughing in the background. The video then jumped late into the night. It showed various moments of the group’s karaoke performances. Sabine’s show to the song Circus by Britney Spears. Hakon and Sabine’s duet to Love Shack by The B-52’s. One of the other girl’s performances of Love Story by Taylor Swift. The rest of the video was a blur of the night, the liveliness of the filmers altering the video. It showed Sabine and the girls jumping around and laughing. Soon enough, the clips were coming to an end. Each clip showed Hakon dropping off the girls at their respective hotels. At each stop, Sabine would hug the girl with all her might and wave goodbye to them until they were out of the camera’s sight. Sabine was the last one to be dropped off. The final clip shows Sabine waving toward Hakon as he drives away. Then the video cuts to black.

“ I thought I told you not to touch anything.”

Sabine’s voice causes Hakon to jump from his seat on the ground. Behind him, Sabine stands leaning against the doorway. She crosses her arms, and her eyes look angry, but she has a small smile on her lips.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to watch the entire video with you.”

Hakon stares at her as he stands up. He looks past her, deep in thought, then turns to look at the TV and back at her.

“Do you remember any of that night?”

“I didn’t recognize the guy was you until now if that’s what you’re asking. You look a hell of a lot uglier now.” She smirks at him. “You’re a hell of a lot more annoying too.” He rolls his eyes.

Hakon has a million questions rolling through his head right now. What happened to her after that night? Who are the other girls? Does she remember anything from that night that he doesn’t? Why aren’t other photos of friends and adventures in her childhood bedroom? Despite his million questions, he knew Sabine wouldn’t answer them. Looking up at her, he sees her fiddling with the straps on her jacket. She was scared he would ask her questions. Try to pry into her personal life. Something she’s been clear about not wanting since the day she joined his group. He’d respect her wishes, but still…

“Why’d you keep this photo?” He questions as he picks up the photo off the ground.

It was unlike the Sabine he knows now to keep a photo like that. It was unlike her to take that photo or to kiss him in the first place. He imagines Sabine would gag at even the thought of getting close to him. He hopes his question will tell him a bit about her without directly asking her about her past.

Sabine approaches Hakon to take a look at the photo. After a glance, she scoffs, rolling her eyes before snatching the photo from his hand.

Still, he looks at her with probing eyes.

“…I think if things went differently after that night, I’d be a fun girl to be around. I’d be the life of the party.” Sabine contends as she stares around her old bedroom, reminiscing.

Certainly an odd answer from the Sabine he knows. He feels like that may just be the most backward, vulnerable answer he could have gotten from Sabine, but he’ll take it. Any glimpse into her as a person was a win to him.

“I think you’re pretty fun. I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t, would I?”

Sabine looks at him for a while, pondering his answers. Just when Hakon thinks he might get another genuine answer from the woman, she laughs while rolling her eyes and then turns her back on him.

“Come on. We need to clear the basement and the rest of the house now if we want to leave before nightfall. I don’t want to spend the night here.”

Hakon chuckles to himself as he follows her out the door. He’ll have to remember to grab the photos and violin before they leave. Though Sabine insisted her room be left alone, he feels these items are worth her ripping him a new one the next day.

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disclaimer: i know nothing about dying light 2 besides minimal research on the wiki and watching slimecicle play it. i know even less about dying light, having never watched, so there are probably a lot of inaccuracies. i just wrote this bc i thirst for hakon and i needed a muse for my creative writing assignment. also the format may be weird bc i copy and pasted it from my creative writing draft.

[exbeaut]

ok yes loving daisy jones so far bc i did just re read the book today so i’m back in it but my one qualm so far is that daisy is not unhinged like?? i don’t mind what minor plot/story changes they have made so far in fact i like it bc the book is completely told by multiple unreliable narrators that’s the whole point esp with the “plot twist” billy’s version (and daisys to less of an extent but still close to it bc she cared about camilla so she wouldn’t want to hurt julia) of things can’t be believed at all lmaooo so i don’t mind the changes i feel it’s a good way to frame it more real or whatever but my issue is why is Daisy so like put together??? she was insane and off her shit from age fourteen but so far three eps in she’s so ?? composed?? even in daisys unreliable pov of the book she knows she was an addict and a disaster and billy too on the first tour but in the show it’s so toned down maybe for viewer rating sakes? like maybe they can’t show heroin on prime shows idk lmaooo

[producedbysohyun]

A Not So Secret Secret

Kang Dae-ho x pregnant! Reader

Summary: You and Dae-ho join the game to settle your debts, unaware at first that the other is also playing. However, there’s something Dae-ho is also unaware about.

Warnings: Reader is replacing number 222 but has no correlation with 333, Reader is pregnant, mentions of killing and stuff like that. might be slightly inaccurate I’ve only watched the show once. Not proofread.

wc: 3.2k

a/n: I’ve had this idea for awhile but wasn’t sure if anyone would read it so I’m just gonna put it out there!

Pt.2 masterlist

You had just finished the first round in the squid games ,red light green light, and you were terrified as you sat in your bed. Why were people being shot? How are you gonna get out? What is happening? A thousand thoughts raced through your mind at once until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turn around and your met with the face of a worried old woman. It was Geum-Ja, the sweet woman you met during the first game.

“Are you ok?” She asked.

You nod, not exactly in the mood for talking.

Her eyes flickered down to your stomach before looking at you again. She smiled “if you need anything please let me know..”

You nod again, trying to hint at her you wanna be alone before you hear a man yelling, saying something about a vote.

The guards reply a bit after saying that there would be a vote after each game, and a vote soon commences.

“389…please cast your vote….. 388.. please cast your vote” The voice of the guard said.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even notice who was currently walking down the aisle to place there vote until the buzzer went off.

“Another person voted to stay…” you thought in your mind… Wait what??

You couldn’t see that well from where you were standing but you caught a glimpse of his face.

It was Dae-ho.

“No… there’s no way… why would he vote to stay.. it can’t be h-“ Your thoughts were soon cut off by the guards voice again.

“222.. please cast your vote”

Jeez how long were you thinking for… whatever it doesn’t matter… you walk down the aisle shyly, feeling everyone’s eyes on you as you press the red button with the X on it. You don’t dare to look behind you, knowing who’s face you’d immediately see.

The votes for O only kept going up and by the end of the vote, O had won.

You feel the anxiety really getting to you and retreat to your bed, trying to run away from your worries. When you get there you feel a hand grab your wrist.

“Y/n…” Dae-ho says, a slight bit of panic in his voice.

You don’t want to turn around but you force yourself to, looking up at him.

“What are you doing here???” He asks in a not so soft tone .

“I could ask you the same thing…” you reply with an attitude, still upset about him voting O.

“I came to settle our debt-“ He tries to explain.

You cut him off. “And you didn’t think of telling me??”

He sighs trying to reason with you. “Listen.. y/n… they said not to tell anyone… I couldn’t risk losing the opportunity at the time… And you can’t get upset at me when you’re literally here as well…”

You rub your face in frustration. “I’m not upset at you for being here I’m upset you didn’t tell me and even more upset you chose to stay!”

“I didn’t know you were here.. if I had known that I would’ve voted X in a heart beat… We need the money baby….” He reply’s, his tone softening.

“This money is not worth dying for…” you say as you start to walk away.

“Y/n stop….” He grabs your arm softly.

“What….” You reply.

“We aren’t done talking…” he says, pulling you back towards him.

You sigh. “What else is there to talk about”

“Why are you here..” He asks. He thinks he knows the answer but he just wants to hear it from you.

“For the same reason you are…” You half lie. Yes you are here to try and settle your debt but also to get a little extra money for the baby.

He sighs, not knowing what to say.

You just turn around and start walking away before he grabs you once again but this time pulling you into his arms.

You’re surprised but you hug him back, not realizing how much you needed it.

While hugging you, Dae-ho couldn’t help but realize that it felt different, the way your body’s pressed together wasn’t quite as comfortable as your stomach was blocking him from getting to close.

He pulled away looking down at you.

“Y/n..?”

You looked away, realizing he probably noticed.

Five months before you joined the squid game you found out you were pregnant. You hid it from Dae-ho, wearing sweaters when your bump started to get a little noticeable and just saying you were cold despite it being summer, he didn’t think much of it. It was quite easy to hide because he was rarely home as he was looking for jobs.

You didn’t want to hide this from him. But you did, in fear that something would happen with your relationship as you wanted to keep the baby. You didn’t have a plan, you didn’t know when you were gonna tell him, all you knew was that you were gonna hide it for as long as possible.

Dae-ho’s hand on your arm snapped you back into reality. You look up at his worried face and just start crying, the hormones getting to you.

“Hey…. What’s going on…” He asks softly.

“I- I’m sorry-“ You stutter.

“Talk to me baby…” He puts a hand on your waist.

You back up, not wanting to be reminded that he knows now.

He keeps his distance but it kills him to see you like this.

“I’m- I’m pregnant-…” you say softly as you continue crying.

“W-“ He struggles to find his words “For how long??-…”

“Five months….” You admit.

“Why didn’t you tell me baby??” He says, still in shock.

“I’m sorry…” you continue crying into your hands.

He walks over to you and hugs you tightly.

You cry into his chest. “I thought- you would be mad..”

“Mad? Why would I be mad at you….” He asks softly.

“I don’t know….” You say, starting to calm down a little.

He continues to hold you and comfort you, silently cursing at himself for voting O, now realizing how much harder this is gonna be.

Later that evening you and Dae-ho join a group of three other boys, Gi-hun, Young-il, and Jung-bae.

You sit with the boys, your arms resting around your stomach out of habit and Jung-bae can’t help but notice.

“I’m gonna go take a quick nap..” You say to the group, your exhaustion getting the best of you.

You distinctively hear Gi-hun say something about dinner soon but just brush it off, too tired to even listen.

“I’ll be fine..” you say as you walk to your nearby bed and collapse on it.

Once Jung-bae notices you’re gone he looks at Dae-ho. “Is she um.. yk..” He asks nosily.

Dae-ho just sighs and nods and the group looks a little shocked, Feeling a newfound protectiveness for you, their new group mate.

After the group gets over the initial shock of the situation they start making a plan on what to do for the next games and how they are gonna survive as a group.

The sound of a voice saying to line up for dinner interrupts their conversation and Dae-ho goes to wake you up. You groan, not wanting to get up and slowly get out of bed before following him into the line. (He lets you go first cause he’s a gentleman 😘)

You guys get your food and go back to the spot where you were previously sitting. Right when you sat down a wave of nausea hit you and you just didn’t want to eat at all.

Dae-ho notices this. “Hey are you ok?”

You whimper slightly. “I can’t eat…”

The group looks at you concerned and Dae-ho speaks up again. “Why what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know I just feel sick…” You reply, leaning on him.

He rubs your arm softly before young-il speaks up. “You should really try to eat… the next meal won’t be till tomorrow morning… that’s probably not safe considering-“

Dae-ho cuts him off, not wanting to have you be reminded of it and get more stressed right now. “He’s right… try to eat just a little hm?”

You pout at him. “fine..”

You take small bites of your food, it’s not terrible but it’s definitely not making your nausea any better. Nonetheless you push through, knowing that you need to eat for the baby.

Dae-ho looks at you happily, glad you decided to eat.

You try to eat as much as you can before you just set the food down and lean on Dae-ho again, his presence comforting you through your sickness.

You end up falling asleep on him as the group just talks and continues their plan.

Once again, the voice on the speaker starts talking saying it’s time for bed or something. You don’t really know as you’re half asleep.

You feel Dae-ho softly guiding you off of where you were sitting and the next thing you know you’re in your bed, Dae-ho softly putting the covers over you before kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight N/N, I love you..” He says softly.

You smile sleepily at the nickname and reply. “Goodnight Dae.. I love you too..”

The rest is a blur until you finally fall asleep.

The next morning starts the same as the first. Everyone lines up to get breakfast.

You get your food, actually hungry this time and open the tin container, immediately eating everything while sitting in your bed. Dae-ho is with the group but if you’re being honest you’re not in the mood to socialize this morning so he decided to give you some space. That is until the old woman, Geum-ja, came up to you again.

“How are you feeling?” She asked sweetly.

“Better…” You reply shortly.

She holds her tin of food in her hands as she looks down at your empty one before handing you hers.

“Oh- no no it’s fine really-“ you try to reason with her, not wanting to take food from her.

“Oh don’t be silly it’s ok… You need to eat more..” she smiles as she hands you her food.

You bow, very thankful because you’re really hungry. “Thank you- you really didn’t have too..”

“Don’t mention it” she gives you a smile before her son comes over telling her to not scare him like that.

You sit there awkwardly as they talk before the old woman waves goodbye to you and smiles. You wave back at her before eating the food she gave you.

Shortly after eating the speaker says that it’s time for the first game and to follow the guards. You remember what Gi-hun told your group last night, pick the triangle. Knowing what to do for this next game, you feel pretty confident but are still nervous.

You rejoin with your group as you guys walk towards the doors into the colorful room with stairs.

You all walk in silence before Dae-ho speaks up. “You feeling better?”

You nod and reply. “Ya… I was actually able to eat so I feel alot better”

Dae-ho smiles and keeps walking up the stairs.

Everyone gets to the door and when it opens, confusion fills the room.

“This is the dalgona game.. right?” you ask Gi-hun, really confused.

He sighs and looks at you. “I don’t know what this is..”

The familiar feeling of anxiety crept back up your body but you tried to keep it at shore as everyone walked into the room.

Everyone stayed by their group as the rules for the game came over the speaker. “This game is the six-legged pentathlon. A group of five will be connected by their ankles in the order of who is gonna play the first mini game to who is gonna play the last. The Mini games consist of the following: Dakji, flying stone, gonggi, spinning tops, and Jegi. The group will complete the five mini games within the time limit and cross the finish line or they will be eliminated.”

After the announcement everyone immediately started scrambling, trying to find groups but the five of you just stayed with each other, discussing who was gonna do what.

Since your the only girl in the group everyone excepted you to know how to play gonggi but you surprisingly didn’t. Luckily for you guys Dae-ho would play it with his sisters and he get really good at it. So that was settled. Now everyone else just had to figure out what they were gonna do.

“I can do Dakji…” you said softly, not really knowing what else to do.

Everyone agreed on it and the rest of the line up was decided. You do Dakji, Jung-bae does flying stone, Dae-ho does gonggi, Young-il does spinning tops, and Gi-hun does Jegi.

Your groups discussion was soon interrupted by the first two groups going up, who soon later both lost.

As the games went on the waiting players became more immersed in watching the other players play and started cheering them on, acting as an audience.

A group finally won and everyone started cheering and jumping but you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t jump don’t jump” Dae-ho said softly, not wanting you to use your energy or stress your body out.

You listened to him but kept cheering along with everyone else. For a second, you forgot this was a game where you could die and you’re not here to have fun. That was until gun shots from the other side of the room interrupted everyone’s cheering and brought them back to the harsh reality.

After many games it was your teams turn. You were the second to last team to play therefore you had no audience which your group was sad about. You on the other hand had no room to be sad as you were internally freaking out.

Your group lined up and your ankles got chained together. Then. The game started.

Your group walks in sync to the first mini game, Dakji.

You grab square piece of paper and throw it as hard as possible at the one on the floor, and to your surprise, it flips over. The group cheered as the walked to the next mini game. Jung-bae grabbed the stone and threw it at the other one, hitting it perfectly. The group cheered again and continued walking to the next one. They all sat on the floor in-front of a small table as Dae-ho skillfully handled the gonggi. Everyone watches in amazement as they pass right away.

They get up and walk to the next mini game, spinning tops. Everything was going good until Young-il messed up. Over and over and over. At this point it just seemed like he was doing it on purpose cause how can you possibly throw it behind you?? (Bro was totally doing it on purpose 😭)

After some focusing and stressing he finally got it. But you guys had no time to spare. Everyone quickly made their way over to the next mini game. Gi-hun quickly kicked the Jegi four times before kicking it way in-front of him.

Your heart stopped. “This is it” you thought to yourself before you were yanked forward towards the finish line. Young-il had helped Gi-hun kick it last second.

You guys passed the finish line, all relieved until you saw the other team in-front of you get shot. Despite winning, this made your heart heavy, remembering the situation you’re still in.

After getting your ankles unchained all of you walked back into the room, getting stares from everyone and heating groans from people that wished more people would die.

You stayed silent the rest of the evening until the vote. Your group had collectively decided to vote for X this time. You were sure you were gonna make it out. Until you weren’t.

By the end of the vote, O won again. And even worse, Jung-bae voted for O. Your own team member!

After realizing you were gonna be stuck in this hell hole for another game you definitely didn’t feel like eating, you got up and went into the bathroom, getting sick thinking about what you saw today and just because of your pregnancy in general.

*knock knock* “are you ok y/n?” The old woman says from outside the stall door.

“Ya-“ you wipe your mouth off with toilet paper before flushing the toilet and coming out.

“Remember if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask me…” She says reassuringly.

“Thank you..” you give her a soft smile before going to wash your hands.

When you come out of the bathroom you go back over to your group and see Jung-bae sitting with them again. Dae-ho must’ve brought him back.

You sigh and sit with them.

Dae-ho looks at you concerned. “Are you ok did you eat”

“I can’t Dae…” you reply tiredly and lean on him once again.

“Cmon baby just a little…” he nudges you.

You force yourself to remember that you can’t be skipping meals now due to your baby, Before sighing. “Ok…”

You eat some of the food, the nausea surprisingly going away.

“Drink some water too..” Dae-ho reminds you.

You nod and drink your water, immediately feeling alot better, still leaning on him.

Your eyes become heavy and you distinctively hear the group talking about something to do with a fight but you don’t pay much attention and fall asleep on Dae-ho’s shoulder.

*time skip to night*

You wake up on a mattress on the floor, super confused, and look to your right and see Dae-ho sleeping under a bed on the mattress? 😭

You look to your left and see young-il and Jung-bae also under the beds on a mattress.

Confused, you sit up and see Gi-hun awake, just sitting there. You get up and walk over to him.

“I need to use the bathroom” you say quietly to him.

Gi-hun looks at you. “It’s too dangerous to go alone-“

“I’ll go with her” the old woman says from the bed above you.

You and the old woman go over to the bathroom, only to be refused entry by the guards. So the old woman being the baddie she is puts on a pretty convincing sob story before the guards finally let you guys in, another girl showing up behind you guys and asking if she should come too.

“Don’t worry she’s a woman” the old woman says and the other girl follows you guys into the bathroom.

You quickly go into a stall and just cry. You’re so scared and you just wanna go home. You wanna lay in your bed again. You don’t even care if you’re in debt you just wanna go home.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the old woman opening the door.

“Are you ok? Is your baby coming? Is it your stomach?” The old woman questions you worriedly.

“I’m so scared” you say crying more before she hugs you tightly.

“It’s ok..” she comforts you.

That’s the last thing that things feel like right now. “Ok”.

You calm down after a bit and she leads you back over to your bed.

You step in between Gi-hun and Jung-bae, who is now up, to get to your bed.

You notice the Dae-ho is literally half way on your bed so you just decide to use his arm as a pillow. He gets a little startled but immediately falls asleep after. You hold onto his arm in your sleep, him being the only way to comfort you in this hell. After a bit of thinking you slowly drift off to sleep, feeling a little better that you’re not alone in this.

a/n: thank you for reading this took absolutely forever! I want to make a part two so let me know if you guys would be interested!!