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[alisblackgf]

okok hear me out.... yk the scene in s1 where the old guy (mr han i think) hugs hyun su and hyun su basically kills him with his monster wing thing what if reader took mr hans place and hyun su killed reader, but then reader comes back as a neohuman and they reunite in s2 (i hope this made sense pls im bad at explaining)

someone cooked here. LMAO anon you're a genius

rememberance

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: cha hyun-su x gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: hurt/comfort(?)

𝐬��𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you died by his hands, and he never forgave himself for it. that was until he saw you standing alive and well in front of him.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i didn't know if i wanted to make it an established relationship or not, so that's up to you! also when i finished this i thought it was way longer than it actually was. hopefully you still enjoy it!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of death, blood, basically anything you'd see in sweet home

"it's not your fault."

your voice echoed in his mind continuously. part of him wishes he could forget, the other part of him wishes it'd stay forever.

he remembered the way your arms wrapped around him, even when your skin was pierced by his wing.

"it's not your fault," you whispered, your grasp slightly loosening due to your injuries. you could feel yourself slipping away.

you used your final breaths to reassure him, relief taking over your features when his wing turned back into his arm, and the pure blackness of his eyes returned to the eyes you'd stare into with adoration.

once he fully processed the situation, he held you tightly and cried into you. you held him back for as long as you could, and once he felt your arms let him go, he cried harder.

he remembered how your lifeless body felt. the weight of you was still there, but everything else that made you you was gone.

it had been a year since it happened. he thought it'd get better with time, but it hadn't. he catches himself thinking about you more often than he should, but he can't—he won't—let himself forget you.

he didn't think that his determination to keep your memory alive would lead to hallucinations of you. was he hallucinating?

eun-yu stood next to him, and upon seeing you, she ran up to you and hugged you. you hugged her back and gave her a soft smile. she pulled away, and your gaze landed on him.

he definitely wasn't hallucinating.

he looked different than when you last saw him. his hair grew out a bit more, and you observed his shirt.

it looked cut up, and you could only assume it was from his wing. the same one that "killed" you. you winced at the memory, convinced you could almost feel the tears in your skin again.

you had changed, too, though. your hair was different, more suitable to the outbreak of monsters, and your choice of clothing was, too. it's not something he expected you to wear, but it looked good on you.

he walked towards you and you stood before him, unmoving, just as shocked as he was.

"hyun-su?" you reached out to touch his face, and once he felt your touch, he gave a shaky sigh and tears began to fall.

you wiped his tears and gently shushed him, pulling him into an embrace. he buried his face into your neck, mumbling apologies.

"i'm sorry," he cried into you, just like he did when your pierced skin leaked blood onto him.

"i know. it wasn't your fault." you held him tight, expressing that your grasp wouldn't falter this time, and you let him stay in your arms as long as he needed to, because this time, you weren't going anywhere.

[alisblackgf]

reconciliation

chapter: one! :)

trigger warnings: NONE! just sweet things

pairing: ryan erzahler x gn!reader +  nick furcillo x reader at the end (reader will have chemistry with everyone)

summary: after healing from a bad breakup, you decide being a camp counselor at hackett’s quarry summer camp would be a great experience, especially since your best friend emma was going; but then you see ryan, the guy you broke up with, and all hell breaks loose.

taglist: @sweet-daisies @tywrites @walkingus @boggoswife @yawagucci @rainbows-dreams @aspendvd @bloodverz @laracrof7s @raeluvserzahler @jjkk1m @zomworlds @homebyeleven @starjane312 @m-maxie-ie​ @hardcore0simp @wolfsquad @fallingwings26 @sugxrbxbyqueen @elliesbeautifulwife @renbittt​ 

author’s note: i have an odd feeling that this is gonna flop but oh well (if it does i’ll cry). this chapter is boring but i can’t just jump into the action IM SORRY. also enjoy the nick x reader at the end to make up for the boringness! ALSO im planning to make reader a badass so stay tuned for the character development pls

“hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” emma squealed.

“i’m trying!”

“well, try harder!” she walked over to you, shoving all your stuff into the bag and zipping it up with ease.

“how did you-”

“c’mon!” she grabbed her bag and waited for you outside the front door of your shared apartment. you two had the bottom floor which meant it was less time consuming to get to the car, which also meant you’d be there at least only a little late. you picked up your bag and rushed out the door, and emma locked it after making sure you had everything. as you two started walking to the car, she looked over at you to see the anxious expression on your face.

“what’s wrong?” emma asked.

you shook your head before answering, “what if ryan’s there?”

“we’ve been over this, (y/n),” she took out the car keys and unlocked the car, making her way to the trunk with you following behind. “he won’t be there.”

“what makes you so sure? he’s been going for years. years!” you emphasized.

she opened the trunk of the car and placed her bag inside. you did the same with yours and she closed it.

“you told him you’d go this year when you two were still together, right?” she asked, more of a know-it-all statement than a question. she opened the driver’s car door and sat, closing the door and preparing for a 5 hour drive. you sat in the passenger’s seat.

“yeah? what does that have to do with anything?” you asked, closing the door behind you. she turned on the car and began to reverse out of the parking lot.

“if you’re gonna be there, why would he wanna be there?” she questioned matter-of-factly. she shook her head at your silence. “don’t worry about him, worry about how much fun we’re gonna have!”

“oh yes, so much fun out in the woods...away from all civilization..” 

she laughed at your pessimistic response and kept driving to your destination. there was silence for a few minutes, before emma asked you to put on some music. you connected the aux cord to your phone and put on a playlist full of your favorite songs. emma seemed satisfied, so you let it play. you quickly fell asleep after, since you were bored and had nothing better to do for the next 5 hours.

~~~

“okay, we’re here!” emma exclaimed.

“we’re where?” you quickly lifted your head and clearing your throat to get rid of the rasp in your voice. as you unplugged your phone from the aux and placed it in your pocket, you observed your surroundings while getting out the car. the area you were in was pure dirt, with some parked cars. a metal gate surrounded the perimeter of it.

“it’s where we drop off our cars, mr. chris hackett comes and picks us up from here.” emma explained, rolling her eyes at your lack of knowledge. a group of people who looked like they were around your age were standing at the gate across from the one emma had parked at. you two walked over to them after taking your bags out the trunk.

“are you guys also counselors for hackett’s quarry summer camp?” you asked drowsily.

“yeah, are you?” a buff guy with a hat responded. 

emma nudged you and whispered into your ear. “ooh, he’s cute!” you rolled your eyes and laughed quietly before nodding at the guy. emma looked around and didn’t see ryan anywhere. she nudged you once more, whisper-shouting that he wasn’t there, and you loosened up at the fact.

“name’s jacob,” he introduced. “what about you?” 

you would’ve thought he was talking to both of you if he wasn’t eyeing emma so hard. you left them to hit it off as you took out your phone and attempted to occupy yourself until someone tapped on your shoulder. you turned your head to see who it was.

“hi, my name’s nick.” he held out his hand for you to shake.

“hey, i’m (y/n).” you smiled and shook his hand. he stood next to you wondering what to talk about before you finally spoke up.

“i would be lying if i said your accent wasn’t alluring. are you from australia?” you asked, curiously.

“oh! uh, yeah, i am.” he nervously chuckled, smiling at your compliment.

“how’re the spiders?” you gave a smug look and he laughed.

“they suck.” he responded, winking at you.

“i can only imagine.” you gave a bright smile, putting your phone back into your pocket. “did you...want to listen to music with me?” you asked, unzipping your bag to retrieve the wired earbuds you brought. you plugged them into your phone before zipping the bag back up.

“yeah, of course.” he stammered, quickly but gently taking the one you handed him. he scooched closer to you.

emma subtly poked her head to see what you were doing, and gave a genuine smile when she saw you with nick. she poked her head back in and continued speaking to jacob. both of the conversations were cut short when a van pulled up to you all. you could hear it turn off as a middle-aged man, who you could assume was chris hackett, stepped out.

“ready to go?”

[alisblackgf]

Heyyy I was wondering for Dylan Lenivy x fem!reader, where they r besties and super close when they met as counselors. And he has feeling for reader but she’s super oblivous, despite liking him too. And when he gets his hand cut off, he’s kinda insecure and the group is at the junkyard, and he’s talking to Katilyn about his hand and stuff and he’s wondering if Y/n would date a guy with one hand. So Katilyn convinces him to go over and confess to reader?? Also this is my first time requesting 😅 sorry :)

YEAH YEAH LETS GO! (i saw you asked for fem reader but gender neutral is what i’m best with so i just used that, i hope you still enjoy!)

pairing(s): dylan lenivy x gn!reader (romantic), ryan erzahler x gn!reader (platonic)

trigger warnings: mentions of blood, amputated limbs

summary: after a petty argument, you and dylan haven’t spoken to each other for the rest of the night; but when dylan is saved from the cruel werewolf infection, he can’t stop thinking about you and your opinion.

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genre: angst to fluff

author’s note: i’m going to start adding the genre of the fic into this little segment here lol. i also added some elements of my own in here! also dylan is a little ooc at the beginning, but its for the plot!

“don’t be a party pooper, (y/n), come on.” dylan groaned.

“i’m being responsible.”

“boooooooring,” jacob rolled his eyes. you shot him a death glare.

“i don’t know why you care so much, mr. h won’t be here to scold us. hackett’s quarry is ours for tonight!” dylan exclaimed, taking your hand in his.

“he seemed terrified of something, dylan,” you replied, gently taking your hand back. “he was insistent on staying inside the lodge, so that’s what i’m gonna do.”

dylan’s smile dropped and he had a serious expression on his face. it was weird seeing him look like that.

“fine, be boring. you’d just ruin our fun anyway.”

“excuse me?”

“you’ve been boring this entire summer, (y/n). any time we’d invite you to do something, it’s always ‘oh i can’t, i have to do my duties’ or ‘no, sorry, i have things to do’.” jacob chimed in, to which dylan nodded in agreement.

“you think i’m boring?” you ignored jacob as you asked dylan.

“yeah. annoying, too.” he responded. 

that cut deeper than you expected. normally from anyone else you wouldn’t have cared, but you thought so highly of dylan and loved him, so hearing this from him of all people really hurt. you scanned his face for any signs of him joking but he looked so serious.

everyone went quiet as you and dylan stared at each other for what felt like years. the negative tension in the air was suffocating.

“fine. have fun without me, asshole.” you cursed, walking into the lodge not waiting for a response. everyone watched you as you entered the building, and once you were out of view, they turned toward dylan.

his heart was pounding in his chest, desperately wanting to chase after you. but his need to please the others was too strong.

“forget them, let’s party!” he spoke excitedly.

~~~

the lodge was pretty big, so you had plenty of areas to bask in your anger and sadness, and you could do so as loud as you wanted. no one would hear you anyway, they’d be too busy partying and getting drunk. 

you were swearing to yourself in the kitchen, heartbroken at the fact that he thought of you that way. he saw you as boring. maybe dead weight, too.

you two were always pretty close. you’d splash each other with water in the river when everyone else was asleep, you’d stay up until dawn talking with each other, and you’d lay your head on his shoulder whenever you were tired. did all of it just mean nothing?

before you could process it, ryan was in the kitchen with you. he saw you kicking pots and pans, angrily walking around the kitchen, swearing up a storm.

“hey, (y/n), are you-” he walked up to you, and he was close enough to see your glossy eyes. “wait, are you crying?”

“no!” you replied quickly, turning your face away from him. “not yet, anyway.” you muttered to yourself, praying ryan didn’t hear.

ryan was who you’d go to if you wanted to rant about how in love you were with dylan. so after witnessing that conversation, he knew how hurt you’d be.

he let you hug him for comfort, even if he wasn’t too great with physical affection. after you let go, he started a conversation with you while ushering you to clean up the pans you’d abused. you complied, and he helped. after making sure you were okay, he left to the party to make sure the others weren’t being too irresponsible.

you refused to go with him when he invited you to come with. you were not going to see dylan after what he said to you. if anything, you were better off lonely in the lodge.

however, doing nothing was boring, so you decided you’d sleep for a bit.

~~~

to say you missed a lot was an understatement. a lot of things went down, including having to witness ryan sever dylan’s hand, and now you were carrying a shotgun for protection while dylan and kaitlyn walked behind you to the scrapyard.

you’d never seen so much blood in your life, and the smell of iron surrounded the three of you as the blood in question was all over you. 

you were so drowned in your thoughts that you almost missed kaitlyn asking you to stop walking.

“what? why?” you questioned.

“dylan and i just need to talk for a bit. maybe you could go...rest or something. by that tree over there.” she pointed and you looked in the direction of her finger. you looked back at her before hesitantly going to do what she said.

once you got to the tree, you sat with your back against it, resting the shotgun next to you and cradling your legs inside your arms while putting your head down.

after you were out of earshot, she turned to dylan.

“...why are you looking at me like that?” dylan asked.

“you know why. you’ve been so quiet ever since (y/n) decided to come with us.”

dylan’s head dropped.

“it’s just...i don’t know how to talk to them after...what i said.” he admitted.

“did you mean it?”

“of course not! i was just...” he paused.

“just?” kaitlyn pushed farther.

“okay,” he sighed. “i’ve been crushing on them, for like, forever, but they’ve been so oblivious to my advances that i just got frustrated. i always admired their responsibility and how they’re able to be themselves and not have to hide behind a facade to make people like them, which also makes me jealous of them-”

“dylan?” she attempted to interrupt.

“and they’re just so amazing, y’know? and i feel like i ruined it ‘cause i was totally an ass-”

“dylan.” 

“and they didn’t deserve it, they were just being them and i don’t know why i lashed out on them and then tried to play it off like i didn’t care but i truly did care because i love them so much and-”

“dylan!” she shouted, which made your head perk up from the tree you were sitting against. she turned toward you and mouthed the word sorry, but you could barely see it. you shrugged it off and put your head back down.

she turned back to dylan who finally stopped rambling and continued her statement.

“they like you back, i just know it.”

“okay, well, what about this?” he asked, holding up his bloody stump.

“what about it?”

“if they liked me before, would they now? i mean, would you date a guy with one hand?” he expressed his concern. 

kaitlyn sighed and looked around as if she were seeking advice from the trees.

“they’re right over there,” she pointed. “go talk to them. at least try. after everything we’ve seen so far, this might be your last chance.”

dylan thought about her words and decided to go for it. he nodded at kaitlyn and made his way over to you.

“hey, uh- (y/n).” he almost whispered, sitting next to you. you lifted your head to face him.

“hi, dylan.” you responded. you had no expression on your face, and your voice sounded monotone. you were clearly exhausted from most of the adrenaline wearing off and leaving your body a shaking mess.

he fidgeted with his fingers a little before finally speaking up.

“i’m sorry. for earlier. if i could take it back, i would.” he uttered. you nodded.

“it’s fine, dylan, really. there’s no use bringing up the past in a situation like this,” you stopped facing him and stared at the surrounding scenery. “also, i’m sorry, too. about your hand.” 

“yeah.” he exhaled. “that’s actually kinda what i wanted to ask you about.”

“shoot. i’m all ears.”

“would you date a guy with one hand?”

“yeah, of course. it doesn’t matter what limbs he’s missing, i’d love him regardless. assuming he’s a good person, that is.” you responded. you were still completely unaware of the hints dylan’s dropping you, and he could tell.

“(y/n), i’m the guy with one hand. i want to know if you’d date me.” he admitted. at this point, his heart was thumping so hard in his chest that he was sure you could hear it, too. your head immediately turned to him, your eyes wide.

“do you mean that?” you asked, failing at your attempt to mask your growing smile.

“yeah, i do. i’ve been dropping hints all summer.”

“i’m sorry, i just thought you didn’t mean anything by it, and i didn’t wanna take any chances.” your happiness faded as you recalled the memories from earlier. it made him feel terrible that he made you upset, and he’ll never forgive himself for it.

“dylan?” you spoke up once more.

“yeah?”

“are we...”

“dating? well, do you want to?” he asked.

you looked around for a bit.

“more than anything.” you answered. he smiled at you and rested his head on your shoulder, and you let him, in return for all of the times when it was vice versa.

this took so long to finish im actually shaking and crying LMAO

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