Sure Thing 𐐪𐑂

it's enough to be young and in love ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader

word count: 341

notes: not proof read 🤓 just a quick short blurb about trent at 1:30am before my eyes completely shut

trent doesn't say a word as he listens to you hum along to 'love' by lana del rey while you get ready. he's sat on the far side of your shared bed, scrolling on his phone, occasionally looking up to see how you're fairing.

"do you think we'd have been together when we were young?"

while he doesn't think he's a youngster on the pitch anymore, he definitely feels boyish by your side. his eyes watching carefully as you lift the hem of your shirt over your head, discarding it in favour of his hoodie. he feels like he's a teenage boy again when she sees you begin to take your pants off, immediately averting his eyes in case he flushes a rosy colour watching you undress.

"trent?" you ask, his eyes darting back to you, this time with pants on again.

he can feel the corners of his mouth rising, his toothy grin in full display. he climbs across the bed towards you, sitting upright on the side of the bed near you before he wraps his arms around the middle of your thighs. pulling you close as he presses a kiss against your clothed midsection before he rests his head against it as he hums out:

"aren't we young and in love now?"

the heat from his arms radiating throughout your entire body from your thighs, making you look down to see the top of his head. although this is not necessarily the typical view that you have of trent, you are delighted all the same. reaching your hand up to play with his hair before your fingers delicately find their way underneath his chin, tapping lightly. you're sure that there are millions of other people out there that are young and in love, but you're not sure anyone has or will ever feel the way you feel about trent.

you don't say anything as you lower yourself just enough to pepper kisses on his ears, making him squirm as he tries to avoid being tickled by your kisses.

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“and at every table, i’ll save you a seat, lover…”

take a seat and chose a story to read !!

scream vi

chad meeks martin

avatar: the way of water

neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan

right where you left me pt 1, pt 2

the summer i turned pretty

cam cameron

the hunger games

peeta mellark

finnick odair

beta squad + friends

sharky

kenny

niko omilana

aj shabeel

chunkz

yung filly

football players

jude bellingham

trent alexander arnold

—Sleep well.

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho x fem!reader

Summary: Gi-hun suggested that the group took turns staying on watch in case the other players attacked, him and Jung-bae stayed up while you and the others napped, Dae-ho took his place beside you to rest with you.

Content: fluff, cuddling(?), you head-butting him in your sleep lol, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not really proofread, sorry!

Word count: 808

You were tucked into the corner with your group—Gi-hun, Jung-bae, Young-il, Dae-ho, and Jun-hee. Trust was a rare thing in the games, but the six of you managed to stick together, watching each other’s backs through the brutal rounds.

The weight of exhaustion clung to you, but Gi-hun’s paranoia kept your eyes open longer than you would have liked. He wasn’t wrong, though. The fear was palpable.

Your group pulled a couple of mattresses off of the bunks, arranging them as best as possible. One was dragged and laid flat against the wall, the others shoved under bunk frames for some semblance of protection.

“Is this really necessary? I don’t like sleeping under there.” Jung-bae asked, sliding a mattress to Gi-hun, who shoved it under a bunk frame.

“Once the lights go out, somebody might attack us.” Gi-hun said, his eyes focused and his voice steady. “The prize money still goes up if we kill each other. It’s a part of the game they designed.”

You exchanged a look with Dae-ho, who sat cross-legged beside you, holding onto some blankets and pillows. He had been your shadow ever since Red light, Green light. Always sticking close, insisting on protecting you in this place after seeing the way you froze during the first game—when he told you to stay behind him closely so you could use him as a human shield.

“We need to take turns keeping watch after the lights go out.” Gi-hun muttered, sitting down at the foot of the bunk beds, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “I’ll take the first watch.”

The lights flickered out not long after, leaving the only source being the giant piggy-bank hung on the ceiling that was glowing dimly.

It was after a while when Jung-bae rolled out lazily from under a bunk and plopped down beside Gi-hun, the two of them speaking in hushed voices.

You laid down on one of the mattresses, wrapping the thin blanket around yourself. Dae-ho settled beside you not long after, and though you weren’t expecting it, his hand brushed against yours as he shifted to get comfortable, and you were sure you saw his face flush before he hid it, which barely worked, to be honest.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll fight them off if they try to come over here.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart ache in the best way. Dae-ho had a knack for looking out for you since you met him in the games, even in the little ways—giving you his portion of food, stepping in when someone got too close. You hadn’t known him long, but there was this easy warmth between the two of you.

Within minutes, you were sound asleep.

Dae-ho’s soft snores filled the small space you both shared. Exhaustion had gotten the better of him, just like it did to you. His arm had draped protectively over your side in his sleep, his presence a cocoon of safety.

Gi-hun and Jung-bae sat near the bunks, their attention now drawn to the sound of soft snoring. Both sets of eyes landed on you and Dae-ho, curled up together on the mattress.

“They’re out like a light,” Jung-bae remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You know, seeing them like that... it reminds me of when we went on strike. We were occupying the factory, and management told us to come out. They said anyone who came out voluntarily would be let off the hook and receive more severance pay.”

Gi-hun stared into the distance, as if recalling what happened.

“You were sleeping beside me and you were talking in your sleep. ‘Mom, I’m hungry, give me some food.’” Jung-bae made an exaggerated crying face, and Gi-hun gave him a glare as Jung-bae nudged him with his elbow, smirking.

Their voices echoed, and soon enough, soft laughs filled the quietness.

Jung-bae chuckled again, louder this time. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. The noise had reached you, and you stirred slightly. Dae-ho, still asleep, curled closer to you instinctively, his arm tightening around your side. His movement caused your head to shift slightly, and without warning, you head-butted him in your half-asleep state of grogginess.

Dae-ho furrowed his brows, a soft noise escaping his lips as he shifted again, burying his face into the crook of his arm. You tugged the blanket over your shoulders, muttering something incoherent before nestling deeper into the mattress, falling right back asleep.

Jung-bae stifled another laugh, his shoulders shaking with the effort. Gi-hun gave him a glare, but a faint smile was already tugging at the corners of his mouth too.

“They’re like kids,” Jung-bae whispered, his tone fond.

“Let them sleep. They’ll need it.” Gi-hun shook his head and sighed softly.

Jung Hyeon-Jun playing the kid version of Ryeoun in both Twinkling watermelon and Weak hero 2

Just strong enough to love you

Ahn Su-ho x fem!reader

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The sky held that pale hue, somewhere between grey and blue, as if the sun hesitated to show itself that morning. A fine drizzle fell on the glistening sidewalks of Seoul, caressing passersby with a damp, almost soft breath. In this blurred light, two figures struggled at the end of an alley. Nothing new in this neighborhood. Another score settled, more high schoolers with more rage than future. And yet...

Y/N's camera captured everything.

She wasn't there for them. She was filming another shot, an urban life scene for an experimental montage. Y/N loved the textures of the city, the way sounds and movements overlapped like a chaotic symphony. But her lens had slipped for a moment. Just a moment. And in that fleeting instant, she had captured them: two boys. One frail, intelligent, calm like an inner storm. The other, a living fire, sure, quick, powerful blows. And that look...

Ahn Su-ho.

She hadn't deleted the video. Not because she was looking for trouble. She simply found the scene beautiful. An almost choreographed, rhythmic brutality, and above all, that silent tension between the two boys. A kind of raw loyalty. She had posted a short excerpt, blurring the faces. The video had gone viral. She didn't really understand why.

Two days later, he was there. In front of her high school. The rain was now just a memory. Su-ho, dressed in his slightly crumpled uniform, had his hands in his pockets, his gaze furious, his cheeks flushed from the cold or annoyance. She recognized him immediately.

"Is that you?" he asked. "Were you the one who filmed?"

His voice was deep, slightly hoarse. Not threatening. But there was a tension in his shoulders, as if he was holding himself back from exploding. Y/N, calm, looked at him for a long moment before answering.

"It's blurry. You can't see anyone clearly."

He sighed, ran a hand through his hair.

"That's not the problem. If someone recognizes Si-eun, he could get into trouble. And so could I. Delete it."

She shook her head.

"It's a work of art. I don't delete my works."

He stared at her, incredulous. His face tightened with annoyance.

"Seriously? You want to be an artist? This puts us in danger."

"I blurred the faces."

"You think that's enough?"

She shrugged. She wasn't provoking him. She was simply... sincere. Y/N never smiled without a reason. That day, she didn't smile. But she didn't lower her eyes either. And Su-ho noticed that.

It was Si-eun who solved the problem. As always. A week later, Su-ho told him about the scene.

"She won't delete it. That girl is stubborn."

Si-eun gave him a slow look, like an exasperated teacher.

"I'll ask her. I'm sure she'll say yes."

"And why would she say yes to you?"

"Because I didn't try to scare her."

Si-eun was right. Two days later, the video was offline. And Su-ho had no more excuses to think about her.

But he thought about her anyway.

He found her annoying. Absolutely frustrating. And, in a way, fascinating. She wasn't like the others. Not because she was mysterious or silent, but because she seemed to have an unwavering inner compass. She knew what she wanted. What she didn't want. And she wasn't going to bend to his demands, even though he could take down five guys without batting an eyelid.

It wasn't until Si-eun asked her, in a calm but firm tone, that she finally deleted the video. Without complaint. Without justification. Just a nod, and the clip disappeared from her phone as if it had never existed.

Su-ho should have moved on.

But he didn't.

He started to notice her. To watch for her passing. Sometimes, he lingered for no reason near her high school. Just... in case. And sometimes, he would run into her, and she would give him a neutral, almost bored look, but he felt his heart leap as if he had just run a marathon.

He didn't know what it was, that warmth in his chest, that need to see her, even for a second. He didn't understand why he smiled like an idiot when he thought about her calm demeanor, her composed voice. Y/N soothed him as much as she annoyed him.

A ball of energy, Su-ho. Always ready to fight to defend, to protect. But in front of her, he became clumsy. He would flirt sometimes, to mask what he didn't yet understand. And she... she didn't laugh at his jokes. But she listened to him. And that was worse. It touched him more than any forced laughter.

Then there was that night at the restaurant. He worked sometimes after school. He loved that little job. Serving, joking with customers, feeling the warmth of the kitchen, hearing the clatter of dishes and conversations. It was alive. Like him.

And she was there.

Sitting alone, a notebook in front of her. She was drawing, or taking notes, he didn't know. He approached, his heart beating faster than usual.

"Are you lost? Or did you come to see the most handsome waiter in Seoul?"

She looked up. Her calm gaze pierced him like a blade.

"I came to eat."

He laughed. Really laughed. This girl had a knack for breaking his opening lines.

"In that case, you're in luck. My service is exceptional."

"I'll judge for myself."

She still wasn't smiling. But there was a spark in the depths of her eyes. As if she was slowly letting herself be contaminated by his light.

And that night, he knew. He knew. He was screwed.

In love.

Not with an idea. Not with a fantasy. With her. With her silences. With her rigor. With her way of being upright in a crooked world. He loved her like one loves a rare light. A star fallen in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and yet so bright that one cannot help but reach out.

He talked to Si-eun about it one night as they walked in silence after a tense confrontation.

"I think I'm in love," he said simply.

Si-eun raised an eyebrow.

"Y/N?"

Su-ho stared at him, mouth slightly open.

"You knew?"

"You shine when you talk about her."

Su-ho smiled faintly.

"She's... different."

"Stop. You already said that."

"Damn it. Okay... Do you think it's possible? To love someone like that? For no reason? Just because when I think about her, I feel like everything else gets lighter?"

Si-eun, who wasn't one for giving advice, replied in a calm tone:

"I think that's the best reason."

And Su-ho began to dream. Not of fairy tales. Just of simple moments. Of sharing. Of seeing her smile. A real smile. He didn't care if he was "good enough" for her. Those kinds of thoughts sometimes gnawed at him, especially when he saw himself as a fighting, impulsive, rough boy. But there was an immense tenderness within him. A capacity to love without measure. And that tenderness, Y/N deserved it.

He didn't want to save her. She didn't need saving.

He just wanted to... walk beside her.

And he hoped, more than anything, that one day she would let him.

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The next day, it rained again. Not the same soft drizzle as at the beginning of their story, no. This time, it was a more distinct rain, almost vibrant, as if the sky shared a certain nervousness.

Y/N had stopped under the high school awning, nervously rummaging through her bag. She knew it. Her notebook wasn't there anymore. And she wasn't stupid—she knew exactly where she had forgotten it. On that small restaurant table, half-hidden under her coat.

And above all, she knew who had found it.

When Su-ho arrived, soaked despite his hood, he spotted her right away. He had that look, a little playful, a little too bright. He approached silently, slipped his hand into his backpack, and pulled out the black notebook, one corner slightly dog-eared.

"I believe you left something," he said, his voice calm but his gaze filled with a mocking gleam.

She snatched the notebook, a little too quickly, as if she wanted to shield it from his eyes. But it was too late. He had seen it. And not just seen it. He had read it.

"Page 17," he murmured, feigning distraction. "Nice drawing. I'm even more handsome in a drawing than in real life, don't you think?"

She froze, her fingers clenched on the cover. She looked up at him. That look. Always the same. Calm. Cold, for some. But Su-ho knew. She was boiling inside.

"You read it," she said simply. It wasn't a question.

He shrugged, looking a little guilty but mostly, sincerely moved.

"Just a little. By accident. Well... page 17, then 18... 19... I got a little carried away."

A silence. Then he continued, taking a folded piece of paper from the notebook's cover.

"I added something. I hope you don't mind. It's at the end."

She opened it. Slowly. And there, on the last page, was a drawing of her. Clumsy, clearly not done by a hand used to art. But touching. There she was, head down, focused, with that little crease between her eyebrows she made when she was thinking.

And below it, he had written, in slightly shaky handwriting:

"I think I like her too... maybe even a little too much. And given the masterpiece she made of me, I think we're meant to be a team."

She closed the notebook. Slowly. Her heart was beating too fast. He saw it, she knew it. He read her. And strangely, she didn't want to run away this time.

"A team, huh?" she said finally, without any apparent emotion.

"A dream team," he replied with a wink. "You film, I punch. You draw, I model. You create silences, I fill them with nonsense."

And for the first time since he had known her, she smiled. Not a half-smile. A real one. Slight. Shy. But there.

Su-ho looked surprised. Then, slowly, he smiled too. Not his usual superficial smile. Not his smile to deflect. A real one.

"You see, you're even more beautiful when you smile," he whispered.

She rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation.

"And you're even more unbearable when you start."

He laughed. Then, gently, he held out his hand.

"Walk together? Just for a bit?"

She hesitated. Just for a second.

And then, she slipped her fingers into his.

"A bit, then."

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I have the silliest thought but what if y/n gave Trent a starboy bracelet as a joke since everybody calls him that and she teases him about it 🤭

starboy — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

zowa this is so cute !!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 i changed the concept a little bit but i absolutely loved writing this !!! it doesn’t really have as much teasing as i would like but lets just say they are very much in love!! | MAIN MASTERLIST

“Open it! Open it!”

Trent smiled when he saw you at the couch. “What’s going on?” He gave your forehead a soft peck before taking the little wrapped box from your hands and sat next to you.

He could tell that you could hardly contain your excitement, you were practically bouncing off the couch. “I got you a little surprise!”

Trent narrowed his eyes, taking in your optimistic behaviour suspiciously. He softly chuckled before tearing the wrapper open. Revealing a dainty black box and his suspicions only grew.

“Love, what’s this?”

You rolled your eyes, “Just open it, will ya.” smiling as you encouraged him to open the gift.

Trent opened the box and his eye’s immediately flew open. You started to fidget nervously with your fingers, waiting for his reaction.

Before you knew it you were already rambling, “It’s not much but I think you would like it so I customised one for you and—“

“Oh my god.” Trent breathed out, he carefully took the bracelet out of the box and examined it up close. He was in such awe of the jewellery, and in you, he was almost speechles. “You didn’t have to do this, love.”

You shrugged, “I wanted to.” planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Can you help me put it on?” Trent asked, albeit a little shyly, looking at you as if he was in a daze.

You beamed at him. “Of course.” you gently took the bracelet from his hands, trying to clasp it together.

All while you’re doing this, Trent was boring holes on to the side of your head with his intense gaze. He didn’t let his eyes drop down even when you said you were all done putting it on him.

“All done.”

You smiled at him, feeling your ego swell up when you read the ‘STARBOY’ sign as it shone under the lights. Yeah, you got him that and he’s wearing it and you think you might pass out if he doesn’t stop looking at you like that.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

Trent chuckled, and you hated how he sounded so smug, “Like what?”

You softly smacked his shoulder, “I don’t know. Like I bought you a fucking mansion with six sports cars.” you softly smacked his shoulder

“Feels like it.”

You meet his eyes, brown and wide, comforting and infatuated. “So I take it you like it?”

“I love it sweetheart.” he whispered, fingers trailing the engraved letters.

You giggled, the high pitched kind that you make when your crush finally looks at you and you weren’t shameful in the slightest bit.

“My starboy.” you muttered, dropping your head to his shoulders as your hands rested on top of Trent’s that was already on the bracelet.

He nudged you up, nuzzling his nose with yours before connecting your lips together, “Your starboy.”

reblog for a kiss <3

Hii I love your work and I have this idea for a while so I hope that you could write it!!

Could you maybe do like based on the last video from Beta, the one in the hotel, where like your a guest and there’s like alove connection with one of the members.

I would really love if it could be like Niko or Chunkz but you write with who you want!!!

Room Service - Chunkz

Summary: You thought you'd signed up for a chaotic night at a YouTuber-run hotel, but instead, you ended up being flirted into a four-course crush by Chunkz with special room service, dessert, and all.

Pairing: Chunkz x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist

You didn't expect much when your friend surprised you with a last-minute night at a "five-star hotel" run by YouTubers. Honestly, it sounded chaotic. But you went along, suitcase in hand, rolling up to the front desk where Niko and Kenny were already bickering over who had to handle the next guest complaint.

Your check-in was clumsy at best. Kenny handed you a room key, while Niko with his dead serious exprression while he offered a foot massage "for special guests only." You laughed it off, amused but not exactly hopeful, and headed upstairs.

Only to find that Niko had confidently given you a keycard to a room already occupied by a family of four.

You stood in the hallway awkwardly, reevaluating your life choices and adding this moment to your top ten most embarrassing experiences of all time.

Deciding you'd had enough, you wandered back downstairs to the kitchen area Niko had said was "open 24/7" hoping to at least grab a snack while you sorted things out.

And then, he walked in.

Chunkz. Of course you weren't expecting him. Not like that.

He strolled in beside Aj, both of them standing behind the restaurant counter like they belonged in a Michelin-starred kitchen. Aj looked focused, surprisingly serious. Chunkz was laughing at something Aj said, his energy calm but magnetic. You had to give it to him, he looked like he was really trying, taking this whole fake hotel gig more seriously than you'd expected.

And then he looked up.

His eyes met yours, just for a second. Then he smiled, lazy and confident like he already knew how your night was going to end.

"You lost? Or you just came here for me?" Chunkz asked strolling your way with that smug, teasing grin.

"I'm still having problems with my room. The receptionist may have made a mistake..." You said with a shrug.

"I'll show you up, don't want you running into any more... surprises" Chunkz offered, already turning to walk with you, flashing another grin.

"One of the receptionists told me I could come down here anytime" You added, glancing toward the kitchen.

"We're closed for now, it opens again later" Aj cut in. 

"Why are those two setting us up, man?!" Aj said to the camera.

"Those schmucks probably did it on purpose" Chunkz said, not sounding the least bit mad about it. 

"But I don't mind helping you out" Chunkz added with a small smile.

AJ muttered something about "betraying the team" as you followed Chunkz to the lift, tension crackling like static. You weren't blind, he was handsome, obviously but it was how he carried himself. Smooth. Effortless. That kind of charm that made you feel like the only person in the room when he spoke to you.

"So, what brings you to the Beta Hotel?" Chunkz asked as the elevator doors closed.

"Needed a break, didn't think I'd be walking into a reality show" You replied, laughing softly.

"We take hospitality very seriously here" Chunkz said with a grin. 

"You might even get a serenade at dinner" Chunkz added.

"You sing?" You raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"I do a lot of things" Chunkz replied smoothly, his gaze flicking briefly to your mouth before darting away. 

"But only for the right guests" Chunkz added.

Your new room was cleaner, tucked in a quiet corner of the hotel. Chunkz handed you a keycard Aj had found back in one of the tables in the restaurant, one of the master keys, if his smirk was anything to go by. His fingers brushed yours, lingering longer than necessary.

"If you're coming down to dinner" Chunkz said, voice a little softer now, 

"Let me know, I'll save you a seat" Chunkz added.

"Only if you're serving" You replied, leaning against the doorframe.

"Then I guess I'll see you tonight" Chunkz said as he stepped back slowly, like he wasn't quite ready to leave.

Then came dinner.

You hadn't planned on flirting. You hadn't planned on smiling at your phone every time he cracked a joke over dinner 

Dinner turned into a long conversation. Chunkz brought your plate himself, ignored AJ's annoyed looks, and kept coming back to your table like you were a VIP guest.

By dessert, you weren't even hungry. You were laughing too much. Leaning closer. Watching his hands. His grin. The low, smooth confidence in his voice that made you forget you were in a hotel run by chaos.

At the end of the night, he walked you back to your room. The hallway was quiet. But his voice was warm in your ear as you stopped outside your door. 

"You sure this is your room?" Chunkz teased, silent referral with the room confusion earlier.

"Wanna check?" You said as you glanced at him. 

"You're trouble" Chunkz said as he chuckled, eyes flicking to your lips before rising back to meet your eyes.

"And you're serving me a four-course flirt" You said, smiling.

Something electric hung in the air between you. Then, he gently tucked the keycard into your hand that must have slipped from your hand.

"Goodnight, beautiful" Chunkz murmured. 

"Sleep tight, breakfast's on me in the morning" Chunkz added.

You watched him walk away, already wondering what you'd order. 

Probably him. 

And you definitely hadn't planned on leaning against your hotel door later that night when he brought up your dessert himself with tray in hand and that same damn smile on his lips.

"Just wanted to make sure your night ended sweet" Chunkz murmured, gaze locking onto yours for a second too long.

And somehow, one night didn't feel like enough anymore.

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Chunkz was still smiling when he made it back to the kitchen, fingers warm from where they'd brushed yours. He didn't usually get caught up like this, but you? You were different. Sharp. Unbothered. Playful. The kind of woman who could flirt without trying and still leave him speechless.

He barely made it two steps inside before Aj clocked him.

"Ohhh, so you really walked her to her room, yeah?" Aj teased as he leaned against the prep counter, grinning. 

"That's mad, man gave full escort service" Aj said as he laughed.

"Customer service is important, bro" Chunkz said as he smirked, trying to play it cool.

"Customer service? Bro, that woman earlier asked you to join her in the room multiple times yet you turned her down multiple times too" Aj said with a raised eyebrow yet the smile isn't leaving his face.

"She's too old for me, fam. What's with these old horny women anyways?" Chunkz said.

"She had cougar confidence" Aj said as he cackled. 

"Then ten minutes later, you're out here walking the baddest guest we've had all night to her room? Nah, I rate it. Man's got range" Aj said, expression amused.

Chunkz rolled his eyes, but a faint pink crept up his ears.

"I invited her to breakfast, actually" Chunkz said with a smug smile.

"Room service and breakfast?" Aj said as he dramatically gasped. 

"You moving like a whole staycation package" Aj said.

Chunkz tried not to smile. Tried. Failed. You'd thrown him off his game but in a way he didn't mind at all.

"She's fire though" Aj added, sounding more like a proud wingman now. 

"I saw her walk in and I knew you jokeman was gonna clock her straight away. The way you dropped that dessert tray? Embarrassing" Aj said, smirking.

"It was one tray, relax. I was distracted" Chunkz said, giving Aj a brief side eye.

"Props though, you were trying to be respectful by costing our team to lose" Aj said.

"Yeah, well, don't let Kenny or Niko find out. Kenny's already asking if he can help with room service tomorrow" Aj added.

"Over my dead body" Chunkz said as gave him a look. 

"Mans already acting like it's his hotel wife" Aj laughed.

Chunkz just smiled to himself, slowly rolling a towel between his fingers. The thought of you upstairs and maybe still thinking about him, had him already looking forward to breakfast duty.

Yeah, he'd be there.

Fresh shirt, and best cologne.

And maybe, just maybe, dessert before noon.

- end -

Hello lovelies!! See? Consistency from me lmao 

Another Chunkz because my man deserves love like this and I see not too many fics for him. For all the Chunkz girlies.

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

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

“no, no, no, you sweet dumb thing” IM ON THE FLOORRRRRRRRRRRR. IM KICKING MY FEET, TWIRLING MY HAIR, CLIMBING UP WALLS, SCREAMING, CRYING, CRAWLING, ALL OF THE ABOVE…….

MY TESTWEEK FINALLY ENDED THANK GOD IM SO HAPPYYYY

anyway i’m going to start writing again! i’ll probably do the requests first but i’ll see what i’ll do 🫶🏼

I keep going over the world we knew (p.1)

a player 230/ Thanos/ Su-Bong x fem!reader fic

summary: “It had always been him and her against the world. But if you've been fighting against the world for years, how do you react when you suddenly realize that your best friend has become your world?”

warnings: none really except the usual Thanos/Squid Game stuff. Maybe slightly ooc Thanos? , Written in my notes app.

note: I am just SO in love with him and had to get this idea out of my head. I really hope you enjoy it and that there aren’t any major mistakes!! Also there will be a part 2, I am already working on it!

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It had been years since Choi Su-Bong had seen her. But there she was, standing in front of him in the same cruel, soulless environment. Player 230—or Thanos, as he liked to call himself —had never imagined that his past would catch up with him like this. And most certainly not in this place.

Thanos shook his head, his purple strands bouncing with the movement. He had avoided thinking about her. Hell, he had worked hard to bury all the memories of their childhood, to force himself to forget. But there she was. [Y/N], looking just as he remembered—except colder, more guarded. Features, that were so soft in his memory, now hardened. Sparkling eyes that had haunted his dreams on more instances than he cared to admit, now dull. But all in all she still looked as angelic to him as she had back then.

When their eyes met, a brief, silent acknowledgment passed between them. [Y/N]’s gaze hardened immediately, keeping the mental wall she had put up years ago firmly in place. Thanos had expected this. He knew she would hate him. Hell, he had wanted her to hate him. But it didn’t stop the flash of regret from hitting him like a sucker punch to the gut.

For a moment, the air between them thickened, and he felt the tension. But Thanos—Su-Bong—quickly decided to ignore his feelings. He wasn’t one to get all sentimental. Not now, and especially not in front of all these people.

"Still playing the silent game, huh?" he muttered, head dipping in her direction. The tone in his voice was smug, as though none of this bothered him. "Some things never change."

[Y/N] didn't even flinch. She glanced at him for a moment, then turned her back to him, choosing to stand away from the others. Her silence was a warning, but Thanos wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. He watched her closely, trying to gauge her every move, convincing himself that it was for the sake of the games and all , but he knew this was different. This wasn’t just about the games he currently found himself trapped in. This was about the game he had been playing all his life, far more personal than any debts could ever be.

—-

The first game had passed and Thanos found himself behind the finish line. The gunshots, the chaos, the fear—it was all a blur inside of his high brain. But even in the midst of his rush, Thanos hadn’t been able to help himself but keep his eyes on her. [Y/N]. She had survived, sharp eyes calculating her every step. He was just about to make a cocky comment about her tactics when suddenly his mind wandered back to the past.

That one memory.

He had been younger, somewhat quieter. A boy with too many troubles and just as many questions. And [Y/N], she had somehow always been the answer. Even when he had found himself going down the dark path of addiction [Y/N] had been the only person refusing to abandon him. She’d spent hours keeping him company, sitting on his bedroom floor, his pills scattered across the floor between them. And no matter what bullshit he had managed to come up with, she had always been right by his side, smiling in that soft, teasing way that made him want to say something—anything—just to hear her laugh. Back then, there had been no fear, no weight of the world. Just the simplicity of two weirdos being together.

However, now, it felt like he had never known that version of himself. Su-Bong, the boy who didn’t have to push her away, the boy who never stopped smiling because of her. It had always been him and her against the world.

But if you've been fighting against the world for years, how do you react when you suddenly realize that your best friend has become your world? Unwilling to confront this question and the weight it carried, Su-Bong had ran from her, terrified of what he was feeling.

[Y/N] hadn’t known the truth. She still didn’t.

—-

The rest of the day went by in a blur and sooner than later the second game arrived. As [Y/N] and her team were making their way from mini game to mini game, Thanos observed her closely, pushing other players out of the way to crouch down at the very edge of the circular track. It was time for [Y/N] to succeed in her designated game, Gonggi. As she crouched down in front of the little table with the pebbles, her eyes quickly wandered to scan her opponents, but never once did they land on him. Thanos could see the determination in her face, the sharpness in her eyes, but there was something else. It wasn’t just the game she was playing—it was him. She was avoiding him. And he hated it.

As Thanos took his place at the inner edge of the circle, [Y/N] could feel the pressure of the game weighing on her heart. The memory of that game, their shared past, gnawed at her. She didn’t understand why but all of sudden it felt just like yesterday that she had been sitting across from Su-Bong on the wooden floor of his childhood room. Even though [Y/N] had never directly stopped him from using drugs, she had always worried about the -now purple haired- boy.

Back then he had the careless habit of messily scattering his pills on the floorboards between them, claiming it to be “for the sake of transparency”. And so, in her own twisted way of taking care of him and keeping him away from over-consumption , [Y/N] eventually started playing Gonggi with the pills, establishing the rule that Su-Bong could only continue his consume if she lost. She never lost once.

Shaking her head to get rid of the memory, [Y/N] prepared her pebbles, her fingers swift and precise. Thanos , who had been reaching for his cross necklace, slowly tucked it back under his shirt as watched her carefully from his spot. "You’re still as good as you were," he shouted, his voice booming. However, [Y/N] didn’t look up. Her focus never wavering.

"Don’t talk to me, Su-Bong," she replied flatly, her voice colder than it had ever been.

That hurt.

It shouldn’t have or at the very least he should have expected it. He wasn’t someone who allowed emotions to control him, but there was something about her rejecting him—like a door slamming shut , shutting him out from everything they had been—that made him freeze. For the briefest moment, he wanted to reach out. To break that wall she had so meticulously built. But he didn’t.

Instead, he gave a half-hearted chuckle, leaning back with his usual arrogance. "Fine. I’ll just watch then. It’s not like I need to be nice to you to survive this."

As her hand caught the pebbles in the final move, [Y/N]’s eyes shot up at him, sharp as ever. "Keep thinking that, Su-Bong," she snapped, her voice cutting through the air. "Because this isn’t about who can survive. It’s about who’s willing to lose everything for a game. And I’m not sure you're ready for that."