Literally Tho I’m Having Such An Annoying Writers Block 😭 But I’m Working On Right Where You Left

Okay here me out so reader is friends with all of beta squad and Niko and chunks figures out she had a fat crush on Sharky and they start playing matchmaker for her

Matchmakers Extraordinaire - Sharky

When Niko and Chunkz discovers your crush on Sharky, they take it upon themselves to play matchmaker with chaotic, meddling schemes that somehow actually work.

Masterlist.

You've never been great at keeping secrets. At least not when Niko and Chunkz are involved. The two schmucks got this way of reading you like an open book and it doesn't help that they're nosy as hell.

It all starts at one of the usual Beta Squad hangouts, everyone sprawled out in the mansion's living room, arguing over which takeaway to order. You're half-paying attention, mostly watching Sharky from the corner of your eye as he bickers with Kenny over the merits of chicken wings versus pizza.

You don't even notice that your eyes have been lingering a little too long until Niko's stupidly loud laugh startles you. 

"Oi! You tryna undress him with your eyes, or what?" Niko called out with a smug grin, mostly joking at first to get a reaction.

You felt your face flames up instantly. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" You shot back, trying to play it off but it's too late because you saw Chunkz is grinning like the cat that got the cream.

"Ohhhh, I see what's going on" Chunkz as he hummed, nudging Niko with his elbow. 

"Someone's got a little crush on Sharky, huh?" Chunkz added with a smug grin.

"I do not!" You said, too defensively and already feeling the need to disappear into the couch. 

"Yeah, right. You've been eyeing him like he's the last glass of water in the desert. Just admit it" Niko said as he gave you a look so skeptical it almost hurts. 

"You know what this means, right?" Chunkz said while he leans in, voice dropping conspiratorially. 

"What?" You said as you squint at him suspiciously. 

"Matchmaking duties. Don't worry, we've got you" Chunkz said while he grins, all too pleased with himself. 

"Please don't do anything weird--" You said, already feeling your stomach flips. 

"It's already too late" Niko cuts in, and you swear you can see gears turning in his head. 

"By next week, Sharky's gonna be confessing his undying love for you" Niko teased.

"You guys are ridiculous" You said as you rolled your eyes, even as your heart races. 

"Ridiculously good at this. Trust me" Chunkz said as he gave you a wink. 

And from that moment on, your peaceful existence is absolutely ruined. Niko and Chunkz take it upon themselves to set up every possible scenario with multiple trials to get you and Sharky alone together.

Trial number one: The "Accidental" Partner Switch

The Beta Squad decided to film another dumb challenge, some sort of cooking competition that requires partners. It's random as always, but somehow you end up paired with Sharky.

"Wait, I swear I was with Kenny a second ago" Sharky says, glancing around.

"Yeah, but then Kenny said he's got some, uh, chicken-related trauma---can't be around raw meat or something. So you and Y/N, congrats!" Niko said as he smirked, waving his hand dismissively. 

"Chicken-related trauma?" You said with a confused blink. 

"Very tragic. Anyway, you two have fun. Remember, cooperation is key. And, you know, flirting while you cook is always a plus" Chunkz said, backing Niko's ridiculous waffle while he nods solemnly. 

"Why are you always chatting nonsense?" You said but Sharky just laughed. 

"Am I?" Chunkz said while he grins before turning to fiddle with the camera but his wink in your direction doesn't go unnoticed.

Trial number two: The Party Push

It's another one of the chaotic house parties. You're about to make a beeline for the snacks when Chunkz pulls you aside.

"Yo, Sharky's been looking for you" Chunkz said randomly, as if he was talking about the weather.

"Why?" You said as your eyes widen, already getting weird sensations in your stomach. 

"I dunno. Maybe he wants to ask you to dance? Better find him quick, innit?" He shrugs, but there's a glint in his eyes that promised chaos. 

Before you can respond, Chunkz is already steering you toward the living room where Sharky's chatting with some randoms.

"Bruv, you're slacking. Y/N's right here, waiting for you" Niko said as he nudges Sharky hard enough to make him stumble a little. 

"Uh, hey. You wanna... wanna dance or something?" Sharky said as his eyes widen for a moment before keeping composure and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. 

"Sure, why not?" You said, with a real genuine smile.

Despite the feeling of being able to murder Chunkz along with Niko, but that awkwardly hopeful look on Sharky's face makes you nod. 

Trial number three: The "Trapped in a Room" Trick

"Can you grab the snacks from the guest room? Thanks!" Niko calls out.

You've barely taken two steps into the room before you hear the door shut behind you.

Turning around, you find Sharky on the other side of the door, looking just as confused. 

"Uh... you looking for snacks too?" Sharky said while awkwardly standing there with not a single coherent thought in his mind.

"Niko told me to come in here for them" You said as you raised an eyebrow. 

"Same... and now the door's locked" Sharky said then letting out a sigh once the sound of the door locking echoes. 

Your phone buzzes, and you glance down at the text from Niko.

"You're both locked in until you sort out your weird tension. You're welcome"

"I'm going to kill him" You said with a groan. 

"He's such a prick. But since we're stuck... might as well keep me entertained, yeah?" Sharky said as he just chuckled, leaning against the wall. 

His smile is charming enough to make you forget your irritation for a moment.

Trial number four: The Coffee Shop Conspiracy

You're running late to meet the boys at a cafe. When you arrive, it's just Sharky sitting there with an empty seat across from him.

"Where's everyone else?" you asked, sliding into the seat.

"Oh, they said they were on their way. You want something to drink?" Sharky said.

You nod, and Sharky goes up to order for you and that's when your phone pings. A notification from Chunkz.

"Slight change of plans. It's just you and Sharky today. Call it a date. Have fun! ;)"

Your eyes narrow at the screen but before you can even think about texting them a scathing reply, Sharky's back with your drink and that ridiculously endearing smile.

"Hope I got it right," Sharky said, passing the drink to you.

He did. 

Because of course he remembers.

"Yeah, you did" you said softly, cheeks warm. 

Trial number five: The Successful Set Up

You're not sure how, but somehow you ended up on a little day out with Sharky. Just the two of you.

It started with Niko messaging you, insisting that you had to check out the new rooftop arcade he found because "It's got your name written all over it" And then, of course, Chunkz somehow got Sharky to tag along with a suspiciously similar message.

It's all so obvious you can barely roll your eyes anymore but you're here and it's fun. More than fun, really. The games are great, the view is incredible and Sharky's competitive streak is so entertaining that you almost forget how hard you're crushing on him. Almost.

At some point, the two of you find yourselves sharing a booth at a small diner nearby, drinks in hand, and laughing about how badly Sharky's aim sucks at the basketball arcade game.

"I swear, those hoops were rigged" Sharky insists with a grin.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that" You teased. 

"I've seen you trip over your own feet, so I don't think hand-eye coordination's your strong suit either" You added.

Sharky narrows his eyes at you, but it's playful, his smile never really fading. 

"Okay, that's fair. Maybe I'm just more of a thinker than a doer" Sharky said.

"Oh, sure. You just think really hard about missing shots" You said.

"You know, this was... nice. Just us" Sharky said with a laugh, leaning back in the booth, and for a second, his gaze lingers on you. 

The admission feels like a confession and you can't help but swallow nervously. 

"Yeah. It was" You said, feeling the tension rising between you two

His fingers drum against the table before he speaks again, eyes dropping to his drink like he's shy all of a sudden. 

"Would you... want to do this again? Like, just us?" Sharky said, looking at you with the same hopeful expression in his eyes that you can't seem to say no to.

Is he...?

No, he's definitely asking you out. 

"I'd like that" You said, barely keeping your voice steady. 

And his smile could probably light up the whole damn city.

The next time you're all hanging out, you try to keep things casual. Not that it matters because the second you step into the room with Sharky, you know Niko and Chunkz can smell the change.

You barely sit down before Niko's making obnoxious smooching noises and nudging Chunkz with his elbow. 

"Look at them! They're practically glowing. I told you our genius plan would work!" Niko said, vibrating with energy.

"Of course it worked. Who do you think you're talking to? Matchmaking extraordinaire, fam" Chunkz said as he leaned back with the most self-satisfied grin on his face.

"More like 'meddling pricks'" Sharky grumbles, but there's no heat to his words. In fact, he's smiling, too, even when he's pretending to be annoyed.

"You two are the most obvious schemers I've ever seen" You said as you shoved Niko's shoulder, groaning. 

"Obvious but effective" Chunkz counters smoothly. 

"And judging by the fact you two walked in looking all cozy, I'd say you should be thanking us" Chunkz added.

You exchange a glance with Sharky, and his eyes are twinkling with amusement. 

"You know what? Fine. You two get credit" You said.

"YES! That's all I needed. Now, invite me to the wedding, yeah?" Niko said teasingly with a laugh. 

"Okay, slow down, you're still on thin ice" You said with a laugh.

"You say that but you're the one who actually let our schemes work. You're welcome, by the way" Chunkz said as he shrugs. 

Maybe they are obnoxious and nosy and absolutely terrible at subtlety but they're also your friends and maybe, just maybe, they were right this time.

- end -

Hey my lovelies!! Miss me? HAAA

I'm sorry for ghosting you lot, I've been hella busy for monthss 

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

Wanna Be My Cliché?

➺ Pairing: Ethan Landry x fem! reader

➺ Warnings: fluff and fluff, Ethan beign adorable and that's it.

➺ Word count: 993.

➺ Authors note: So this is my first post btw English is not my mother tongue, so I'm sorry if there are some mistakes. And I just did it cause the lovely @cerealzzz request this to me, hope you like it sweetheart.

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To say Ethan was nervous was an understatement, he swore he almost fainted when asked you out and hearing you say an excited "yes" made his stomach flutter with butterflies. His plan was simple: a night date having dinner at your favorite restaurante and after, walk you home with all his confession speech memorized in his head.

Ethan spent a lot of time trying the best outfits he had with the help of a also excited Chad with eyes full of pride who kept saying something like 'my shy boy had grown so much'. The curly boy checked himself in the mirror one last time before leave the dorm to get at your apartment and when he finally arrived all the butterflies starting to fly again with the thought of seeing you.

Ethan sent a message saying that he was in the lobby of the building waiting for you and when his eyes landed on your figure coming down the stairs the boy swallowed hard, how could someone be so beautiful? He didn't know where to keep his eyes as he wanted to record that scene in his mind in smallest details, your beauty was breathtaking to his eyes and he still didn't understand how such a perfect girl had agreed to go out with him.

"Do you like what you see?" the joking question made Ethan's cheeks flush and your smile made him even more delighted - if that was even possible.

"You look beautiful"  Ethan murmured embarrassed, but the sparkle in his eyes reflected the purest sincerity and adoration, to him you were a work of art that could never be replicated, because you were unique.

The way to the restaurant was smooth, Ethan managed to calm his heartbeats and tried to talk to you without blushing every five minutes or stuttering. The meeting place was a simple but nice restaurant that you used to go with your friend group and for the first time it was just the two of you at the dinner table. It took a few minutes for Ethan to relax in his chair, but when the agitation left his body completely he found himself talking excitedly with you, and it was remarkable how all the boy's attention was on you, even if you were just telling him a silly story from your childhood, he listened to everything with a smile on his face. 

After dinner Ethan insisted on paying for everything even though you had complained that you two could split the bill. As you left the restaurant the cold wind hit your bodies and without think twice the curly removed his coat when he noticed how shrunk you were hugging yourself to kept you warm. The brunette boy put the coat over your shoulders leaning down to adjust his large coat making sure you were protected and felt his legs weaken when he noticed your closeness, the way you had a smile adorning your beautiful lips and your bright eyes stared at him with the same adoration he had for you, there he found himself clinging to the hope that maybe you would reciprocate his feelings.

"Can we take a walk in the park?" your soft voice questioned him and he nodded immediately, he would agree to anything you wanted to do if it made a smile appear on your face.

Ethan was surprised by the softness of your hand that subtly held his hand intertwining your fingers as you pulled him to go to the park near the restaurant, you swore you heard the boy's breath hitch, but you just suppressed a litlle laughed finding him adorable. What Ethan didn't know was that you had fallen in love with the silly, clumsy and adorable boy who always blushed when he looked at you.

The park was empty due to the nighttime and also the cloudy weather didn't help matters, everyone was already waiting for the rain, but you were too distracted on your walk enjoying the view of the illuminated garden and the music playing somewhere nearby. When the first drops started to fall Ethan got despaired, the world was not cooperating with your first date, but he couldn't hold his smile when he saw you laughing feeling the rain getting you all wet.

"We should go, I don't want you to get a cold" The concern was evident in Ethan's voice and that only made your heart warm even though the freezing drops were slowly soaking you both.

"I have a better idea" With that simple sentence you approached the curly one with a tender smile, your arms rest around his neck bringing him closer and Ethan felt his heart leap.

Your fingers caressed the boy's damp curls, Ethan's hands found their way around your waist holding you close as if you were going to disappear in the next instant and when you leaned in against him leaving your lips just inches away he was sure the world had stopped.

"I've always wanted to live the cliché of being kissed in the rain so wanna be my cliché, Ethan?"

Nothing more needed to be said, his whole confession speech had been forgotten the moment your lips collided, Ethan could be inexperienced, but he kissed you so calmly enjoying every second, his lips moved slowly and his kiss overflowed the feelings he had hidden for long months, his hands caressed the small of your back with fondness. Your lips seemed like they were meant to be together, but the need for air made you apart from each other and Ethan smiled when he felt you give him a few more sweet pecks before pulling away.

"If you still had any doubt before, just to clarify I wanna be your cliché"

You smiled before pulling him into another kiss, it didn't matter if the world was falling apart in a rainstorm, at that moment all that mattered to Ethan was having you in his arms.

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Thanks for reading, bye bye💗

Reading so many tumblr fics has completely ruined me from ever reading a Wattpad story that ain’t in 2nd person POV😭😭

neteyam was born to la la la la la la but was forced to ok ok ok ok ok :(

he’s so pretty and if you disagree, I will be under your bed tonight

part 2 of jack champion hcs 👩‍🦽👩‍🦽👩‍🦽

sure thing 𐐪𐑂

pretty boy part 2 :)

m! speaks : you ask and you shall receive <3

* .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

the lalalalalala to your okokokokokok

always finding an excuse to hang out

even if you guys are just sitting in silence he just loves to be in your presence

he’s seen all the edits.. in fact y’all go through them together seeing which ones are the best

your little dancing boy

after every movie premiere he takes you to join the cast at the after parties ( best believe y’all are on the dance floor IMMEDIATELY )

golden retriever x black cat 🤭🤭🤭

he always accidentally spoils his movies for you

he tries to keep it in but poor baby is just too excited

he definitely would dedicate ‘my kind of woman’ by mac demarco as your song

that was the song he first ever posted you to 🥲

an absolute attention whore

wants your attention 25/8 and WILL do anything to get it

refers to you as m’lady to mess with you

uses the MOST CRINGE PET NAMES EVER cause he knows you hate it

“hi bubby wubby”

“absolutely not”

will protect you from the paparazzi if they become too much

“do you wanna go? we can go its okay baby, I don’t mind”

but if it’s just a few fans he will always pull you to join in on the photos ( he knows how much the fans adore you as well )

words of affirmation 🤝 jack champion

he’s always reassuring you even if you don’t need

“i love you so much”

“you’re the only one for me”

he absolutely adores bringing you around his cast mates

he loves you so much it’s so important to him that his friends love you too

he 100% does the thumb thing when holding ur hand

100% follows the sidewalk rule

he treats you the same as he did in the beginning, like he’s still trying to win you over ( even tho he 100% owns ur heart )

you making fun of his cringe videos from his younger years

“ THERE ARE GIANTS IN THE SKYYYAAAAUHH”

“Y/N AGAIN?”

“pythagorean theorem”

“laugh all you want but I got an A for that”

mans is so sassy istg

hands on his hips and everything

called you a sussy baka once and you ignored him for three hours

he knew to never do that again…

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ty guys sm for all the love on my last fic as it was my first one ever! I really appreciate y’all hopefully y’all stick around and enjoy! <3

tysm to the anons that lmk that people in my inbox asking for helping might be pretending <333 anyway i’ll get to all the ff requests i’ve received a while ago soon. i’m sorry if you’ve sent a request to me and i haven’t gotten to it yet. my year has been really draining and tiring both at school, work and in my personal life :( i hope you understand and i will get to writing sometime this week if the motivation i have doesn’t die down 💕 alsoooo once i have finished everything that’s been rotting in my drafts i will open my requests for weak hero class especially hyuntak that man is FOINEEE

jude and trent post match pics please🤞🥹

Love at first sight. / Squid Games!Men

summary; a little prompt for each men in squid game x reader.

also my english isn't my first language so i do apologize for a few errors! enjoys x

including; in-ho, thanos, myung-gi, dae-ho & gi-hun

In-ho: 

Praise yourself for catching In-ho’s attention amidst the chaos of the games. Not only did he manage to maintain his composure, but he also came to terms with the truth—it wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him, but his heart betraying him. He had been ensnared in a dangerous blend of love and death. And no matter the cost, he was determined to ensure your survival, even if it meant faking your death and arranging for the guards to escort you to his shelter.

At first, his actions were subtle—a few fleeting glances, quiet assurances that you weren’t alone. He took it upon himself to ensure someone capable stood between you and danger. This resolve led him to seek out Gi-hun, cornering him with a whispered plea. “I’m not asking for much,” In-ho murmured, his voice low and firm. Gi-hun’s brows knit together as he glanced at you, understanding little of the request but sensing its weight. Though the urge to question why In-ho couldn’t protect you himself lingered, Gi-hun ultimately accepted—he, too, had his own plans to carry out.

Yet, watching Gi-hun hover near you ignited something unexpected in In-ho—a simmering, unanticipated jealousy. His blood boiled harder than he cared to admit.

It was Gi-hun’s proximity to you that set him on edge.

While 001 had extended a friendly hand, In-ho never anticipated him stealing you away entirely. The realization unsettled him, and during the chaos of the Carousel games, panic began to creep in. When he noticed you were nowhere to be found in the room, it nearly consumed him. The thought of losing you made his fists clench, and for a brief, irrational moment, he contemplated throwing a punch at Gi-hun. But it wasn’t until the final elimination, when the doors unlocked, that relief washed over him. There you were—your silhouette unmistakable behind Dae-ho.

In that instant, he didn’t hesitate. Rushing toward you, his breath hitched, words failing him. A shaky exhale escaped his lips, a mix of disbelief and overwhelming relief. He almost laughed—a scoff of incredulity—before pulling you close, his hand instinctively cradling the back of your head. Without a second thought, he leaned in, his lips pressing a firm but tender kiss to your forehead.

“Silly,” he muttered, his voice tight with emotion. “I never should’ve trusted Gi-hun to keep you safe. Damn it, I thought I’d lost you.” The panic in his voice caught you off guard, the weight of his words sinking in. You hadn’t expected such raw vulnerability from him—not now, not like this. A soft chuckle escaped you, an attempt to lighten the moment. “It’s okay,” you reassured him gently. “Dae-ho found me right away and made sure I was safe.”

That revelation gave In-ho pause, but he filed it away for later. For now, none of it mattered. You were alive and unharmed, and that was everything.

The kiss on your forehead wasn’t just a gesture of relief—it was a silent declaration. You were his, and no one—not Gi-hun, not Dae-ho, not anyone—would ever take you from him again.

Thanos: 

Once a retired rapper, Thanos now found himself thrust into a life-and-death struggle. Among his generation, it was no surprise that some idolized him—his presence commanding a respect so intense, it bordered on worship. To them, he was pristine, untouchable. But this adoration didn’t sit well with everyone, especially loners like you, who preferred to navigate the chaos without attachments.

Ironically, that aloofness was one of the many reasons Thanos found himself drawn to you.

In the early days on the island, Thanos made no effort to reveal his interest. If anything, he mirrored your indifference, matching your cold detachment with his own. But when you began spending time with Myung-gi, the dynamic shifted. Thanos hadn’t expected it, nor did he like it. Watching you bond with someone else left a bitter taste in his mouth, awakening a tension he couldn’t ignore. The loner mindset had been his strategy for survival—a simple equation: fewer people, fewer complications. But your presence complicated everything, especially when it came to your effortlessly beautiful face, which he found himself stealing glances at far too often.

It didn’t take long for his resolve to crack.

Thanos had made himself a promise: to keep his distance, to ignore you as you ignored him. But that promise shattered the moment Nam-Gyu let slip a confession Thanos had sworn him to secrecy about. That little fucker, Thanos thought bitterly, though his anger was tempered by necessity—he needed Nam-Gyu to survive. Yet, when the truth reached you, it unraveled him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

Instead of drawing you closer, the revelation pushed you further away. Your avoidance became more deliberate, more pronounced than ever before. It stung more than Thanos cared to admit. For the first time in a long time, he was unprepared—for your reaction, for the way it tightened a knot of frustration and longing deep inside him.

Which only added more tension between the two of you.

The final games loomed, a trial where survival would demand more than just cunning—it called for a kind of ruthless cleansing. Thanos knew, without hesitation, that when the moment came, he’d be the first to grab your hand and shield you. Even if it meant overreacting, even if it jeopardized his own chances, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Certainly not to Myung-gi, if it came down to that.

“You know...” he murmured late that night, his voice low and almost hesitant. Your back was turned to him, your body stiff on the thin mattress. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, couldn’t even steal a glance. Not after everything. The weight of his breath lingered against the back of your neck, and you flinched slightly, betraying your nerves. His presence, so close and unyielding, was suffocating yet magnetic.

“Tomorrow is... big,” he continued, his words faltering as his gaze shifted across the dimly lit dormitory. For a moment, his eyes locked on Player 333, who sat sharpening a weapon in the corner—a stark reminder of the danger waiting ahead. Thanos clenched his jaw, then turned his focus back to you.

“If we’re not careful...” he trailed off, his voice softening, almost breaking. “Who knows if I’ll ever get to see your beautiful face again?”He exhaled sharply, frustrated with himself, as if admitting even that much was a risk. “I know it’s—” 

Your head snapped toward him, your brows furrowing into a glare sharp enough to cut through the tension between you. For a moment, silence hung in the air, charged and heavy. Then, your voice broke it, calm yet biting. “If you keep this up, you might be the one ending up with a bullet in the face,” you said, your tone so nonchalant it bordered on cute—a contrast that left Thanos momentarily stunned. He blinked, almost scoffing in disbelief, one hand pressing dramatically against his chest.

“Ouch,” he drawled, his lips curling into a grin. “I’m hurt, sweetheart.”

Your eyes narrowed into daggers. “Do. Not. Call me sweetheart.”

Before you could say more, Nam-Gyu chimed in from his corner, a mischievous smirk playing on his face. “I bet she’s in love,” he teased, his words practically dripping with mockery.

Thanos’s cocky grin widened at that, his eyes gleaming with a maddening mix of pride and amusement. The sheer arrogance in his expression made your fingers twitch, itching to slap that smug look right off his face. But instead, you gave him one final glare—a death wish in your eyes, though to Thanos, it looked like the beginning of a love story.

“I bet she is,” he echoed, his voice soft but certain, the words carrying a weight of truth that made your chest tighten. He didn’t try to stop you as you turned and walked away, but his gaze lingered, following every step you took. Oh, how you had him wrapped around your finger without even realizing it. A wimp for you, and you alone.

Myung-gi: 

Everyone knew who Player 333 was—you included. Unlike many in this room who were desperate to claw their way out of debt, you knew Myung-gi only by name. You’d heard the rumors: how he’d gotten his girlfriend pregnant, how his past was littered with mistakes and secrets. But something in you—a stubborn spark of hope, perhaps—whispered that he wasn’t as bad as everyone wanted him to be. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than the stories let on.

Myung-gi had noticed you, though. He’d seen the way you were with Jun-hee—the way your smile seemed to ease her fears, how your arms would wrap gently around her petite frame after every game, grounding her, giving her the space to breathe. The quiet strength and warmth you brought to her felt almost unreal, a motherly presence in a place devoid of comfort.

It was that tenderness, that undeniable light, that struck him like a blow to the chest.

Myung-gi was in love.

And he hated every single moment of it.

Why? Because he knew himself. He knew what he’d done to Jun-hee—how he’d left her while she was pregnant with his child, drowning in debt and fear. He’d been a coward, an asshole, and he knew it. That self-loathing festered, a constant reminder of his failures. And yet, it was exactly why he didn’t expect you to see him as anything other than the man he despised.

But fate had other plans.

Your first real interaction with him came after he saved you—something neither of you had anticipated.

It happened during the Bathroom games, where survival left no room for personal grudges. Confronting Thanos wasn’t at the forefront of Myung-gi’s mind, but then he heard it—your name, slipping from Thanos’s lips with such filth that it ignited a rage Myung-gi didn’t know he was capable of.

Everyone knew your past as an escort within the crypto community. Your name wasn’t hard to find, whispered in private conversations and occasionally tied to scandalous wallets. But Myung-gi knew better than to judge. Still, hearing Thanos—the retired rapper—speak of you like that, as though you were nothing more than a commodity, was the last straw.

“She was good for a foreigner. Not many—”

That was as far as Thanos got before Myung-gi’s fist collided with his jaw, cutting him off mid-sentence. The sickening crack of impact echoed through the grimy bathroom, followed by a faint splatter of blood. Myung-gi emerged from the stall alive but seething, his knuckles raw and his breath ragged. As he stepped out, his gaze immediately locked with yours. Jun-hee stood beside you, clinging to your arm for reassurance, but the look on your face was unreadable—a mix of surprise, understanding, and something softer.

A small, almost imperceptible smile crept across Myung-gi’s lips.

In that moment, he made a silent promise: no matter what it took, he’d make sure both of you got out of this alive.

Dae-ho: 

Dae-ho never believed in love at first sight. With everything he’d endured in his life—the trials, the sacrifices, the relentless pursuit of strength—he saw himself as a knight in shining armor, bound by duty but never destined for romance. That belief held firm until he met you.

It happened during the Carousel game. Like In-ho, he’d noticed you before—your stoic demeanor during Green Light, Red Light had left him quietly impressed. The way you moved, swift yet calculated, managing to evade the statue’s unrelenting gaze with precision, was nothing short of remarkable. It was then that something shifted in him. Against all reason, Dae-ho found himself believing in love at first sight.

At first, he thought he was imagining it. He even considered pinching himself, blinking twice to dispel the notion. But the feeling persisted, undeniable and maddening. It wasn’t until later, when you tended to his wounds after one of the brutal games, that he finally saw you up close—and the full weight of your beauty struck him like a blow. Your lashes fluttered delicately as you focused on your task, your fingers gentle but firm as you dabbed rubbing alcohol onto his injuries. He hissed at the sting, his lips parting in a soft groan of pain.

“Be still, please,” you murmured, your tone calm but commanding. Something about the way you said it—the quiet strength in your voice—silenced his protests. He nodded, his muscles relaxing under your care, though the tension in his chest was harder to soothe.

For the first time, Dae-ho felt vulnerable—not because of his wounds, but because of you.

“You know…” His voice was low, almost hesitant, but there was a softness to it that made you pause. You could’ve sworn his lips curved into the faintest smile. “I never would’ve thought I’d see you like this—healing me. Back at the Carousel, I swore to myself I’d keep you close, that we’d find the door as quickly as anyone else. But then… the next thing I knew, Thanos had taken you before I could…”

He trailed off, his words tinged with shame. The vulnerability in his voice made you glance up at him, your fingers stilling as you finished securing the bandage. His eyes widened at your sudden attention, and he immediately began to stammer.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

You interrupted him with a soft sigh, sliding the remaining bandage back into your pocket. “Don’t apologize. We just weren’t lucky, that’s all. I wanted to prove to myself that I could handle it—that I wasn’t just someone who had to count on others.” Your gaze softened as you added, almost reluctantly, “But… I have to admit, not having you there in that room—it was horrible.”

Your quiet confession was enough to undo him. Without a word, Dae-ho wrapped his arms around you, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at his wounds. Still, he didn’t let go. His embrace was warm, protective, and when he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, it felt like a promise.

“Nevertheless,” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet reassurance, “I’m just glad we made it through. That you’re here with me.” His lips quirked into a small grin as he added, with a teasing lilt, “And that I get to cuddle with you for another night.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, the tension between you easing for a moment. For now, at least, you both had each other.

Gi-hun: 

Unlike the others, you weren’t a player. But you knew Gi-hun from the previous game he was in. He was so certain you had died right in front of his eyes back then that when he saw the mask ripped off your face—revealing you as one of the Guards—his shock was palpable. Another Guard had been taken hostage by the remaining candidates, and though you could have cursed every word that came to mind, you found yourself frozen, your voice stolen by the chaos.

In-ho was the first to recognize you. He knew you were on shift at this hour, but what he hadn’t expected was the look of sheer horror that crossed Gi-hun’s face when your name escaped his lips.

“Y/N...?” Gi-hun’s voice trembled, disbelief heavy in the air as though he was trying to confirm he wasn’t dreaming.

“You know them?” one of the players sneered, their stolen gun now aimed squarely at Gi-hun. Bodies of your co-workers—faces you barely had time to register—lay scattered across the floor, lifeless, just feet away. The metallic tang of blood filled the air.

But this time, Gi-hun wasn’t about to let anyone lay a finger on you. He remembered the vow you both had made:

"We belong to each other. And I will get you home."

With those words etched into his resolve, Gi-hun made his move. Chaos erupted as the gun exchanged hands, bullets flying. The air was filled with deafening roars of defiance and the sickening splatter of blood.

In the end, In-ho stood back, his heart cold and unyielding, as he watched Gi-hun fall. The final shot rang out, and his lifeless body crumpled to the ground. Blood speckled your cheek, and you stared in stunned silence at the empty shell of a man you had once loved.

From the shadows, a familiar voice cut through the carnage, low and mocking.

“Welcome back home, love.”

You turned toward the source, and there he was Gi-hun—his gruesome smile sending chills down your spine.

it rains, it pours | finnick odair x f!reader

pairing: finnick odair x f!district 4 reader

summary: finnick consoles you after being trapped in the blood rain. based on this request.

warnings/tags: angst. fluff. general hunger games violence/lore. depictions of fear and anxiety. mentions of blood, murder, and death. annie doesn’t exist and mags was not reaped. some mutual pining. no description of body type, age, or race.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: hello! this is my first time writing finnick, & while i’m incredibly excited to add him to my repertoire, i’m also terrified lmao. it’s very short, so expect longer stories in the future. please be kind & patient with me while i learn my method of his characterization! any & all constructive feedback is always welcome.

You thought some of it may have seeped into your lungs.

Water. Just get to the water.

It didn’t matter that you had done this all before: suffered, fought, killed. The Capitol kept finding ways to surprise you. To terrify you. A cruel, never-ending cycle.

You were vaguely aware of the shouting voices that picked up once your blood-soaked group reached the beach. Most of them were drowned out by Johanna’s shrill expletives, or Wiress and her incessant tick-tock’s. But through it, you hazily made out the sound of your name being called. Repeated and strained as it echoed over the water you were frantically moving towards.

It was all your body knew how to do.

Keep moving.

Keep fighting.

You made it waist deep into the water, numbly unaware of the way your limbs were trembling and your breaths were heaving, before the source of your name calling was splashing in after you.

Closer, it was getting closer. It reached for you, grabbed at your sticky biceps, and attempted to shake you back to reality. It was in front of you, eyes still hazed with crimson, unable to decipher what exactly it was. Who it was.

But there was a familiarity in how they called your name, desperate now.

“Look at me. Hey, look at me, sweetheart. You’re alright.”

It was the first time he had spoken to you since the reaping. Even with the knowledge of Plutarch’s plan seeded in you both, there was a lingering rule between you: you simply didn’t speak anymore. Not since the blonde haired boy you knew so well stepped into that arena for the first time ten years ago, and came out a different person.

In fact, before the reaping — where he commanded you through gritted teeth and whispers to stay alive, no other information to follow — you weren’t even sure you could pinpoint the last time you had spoken to Finnick Odair.

Childhood friend turned victor.

Hopeful victor turned a shell of himself, his body no longer his own, sharp mind in constant torment under Snow’s ministrations.

Tormented man who abandoned home, abandoned you, even when it came time for your first sacrifice to the games.

You may as well have been strangers. And yet, no one in that arena, in all of Panem, knew you as well as he did. Not even the passage of lost time could change that fact. A lifetime of memories reduced to a singular moment.

“It just—it came out of nowhere.” You didn’t recognize your voice, nor the bloody reflection of yourself in the water.

How much more were you expected to endure before there was nothing left of you? Scattered pieces of the Capitol’s puzzle broadcasted for the entire country to consume, but never for you to discover again. Lost to the games.

“I know. I know, but you’re out. You’re safe. I need you to stay with me,” Finnick consoled, a rushed whisper. He meant stay lucid, of course. Don’t lose yourself, not yet. Not when we’re so close.

You thought he must have known every idea coursing through your head: where did it come from? Whose is it? When would it come again?

His firm hold on your arms was the only thing keeping you grounded, keeping you sane. You allowed his words to soak into your skin, praying they would reach deeper than blood. To the bone. To your core, where you knew a cause greater than yourself was just beyond your fingertips. You blinked once. Twice. Forcing the haze out of your vision, and finally, seeing him clearly.

Sea-green eyes blown wide under furrowed brows. Golden curls matted with sweat and dirt. Precious lips, plush and full, downturned. Familiar. Safe. You felt your throat begin to burn with rising tears.

“Get it off,” you croaked, eager to push forward. “Please just – just help me get it off.”

He didn’t think twice, ushering you further into the water until it hit your chest. He stood at your rear, instructing you calmly to tilt your head back until it reached your hairline, and you complied. Never doubting for a moment he would catch you if you fell.

He placed one hand at your waist; stable, although tentative. The other began to work tenderly through your knotted hair, tainting the cerulean water around you with the evidence of rain. You kept your eyes squeezed shut, focusing on your breath, and the soothing touch of his fingers against your scalp.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered, a futile attempt to shield you from the cameras that were undoubtedly pointed your way. He must have heard the way you were struggling to keep your breath from sputtering through your nostrils. “Don’t give them the satisfaction.”

“I’m trying,” you whimpered, eyes still shut. His fingers worked around your ears now, over your forehead, careful not to pour any over your mouth and nose. You focused on that; the tactile cue of someone who wanted to help you, who cared about you.

“I know,” he asserted. “And you’re gonna keep trying. Hold your breath—”

You obeyed, taking in a deep gulp of air and letting the weight of your skull fall into his palm. He lowered you into the water at your set pace, and for a moment, the world was quiet. Still.

You could pretend you were back in four, on your own shoreline, familiar grains of sand, and the sound of children's laughter. That the man cradling you below the water was once just a boy and you a girl. And maybe, just maybe as time went on, and the boy became a man and you a woman, the affliction of admiration could be acted on. Perhaps it would even be reciprocated, wanted. A life, no matter how tedious and meaningless to those with more money and power, could continue in isolated bliss. Where there were no sacrifices. No torments.

No games.

You shot up from the water with a gasp, frantically wiping the droplets from your eyes, and turning to face the man behind you. Finnick stood as he had before, shrouded in concern, eyes searching you as if he was looking for the next bit on the verge of breaking. There was no discernment or contempt. He wasn’t running from you or avoiding you. He was there. Alive and breathing. And suddenly, years of resentment faded with the realization that, nowadays, people had so little.

But you still had him.

You heard the momentary breath of surprise evade him when you lurched forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into his neck. A beat, and then, he flushed your chest against him, hugging you around the waist. A bit more snug than he ever had before. The water made it easy, keeping your bodies afloat while you clung to one another, a singular solace in a hellish cage. When you closed your eyes then, you could feel that fantasy come to life. And for just a moment longer, you indulged in it.

“Please don’t leave me,” you muttered into his skin, voice trembling and arms squeezing him closer. “I can’t do this alone.”

Finnick shook his head earnestly. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, and you believed him. He pulled back then, only enough to find your eyes, a similar urgency in his. He leaned forward, touching his forehead to yours. You let him. “We finish this together, alright?”

You felt the weight the size of the world fall off your chest, a forgotten feeling taking its place.

Hope.

“Together.”

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