jean kirstein // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

capillum

trust

the only true language

reluctant heroes

k.

my love mine all mine

like the movies

meet me halfway

a moment

late night birthdays

don't delete the kisses

beetlebum

to my love

anyone can be a chef

a matter of convenience

unrequited

midnight ride

perpetuum mobile

JOAQUÍN TORRES

love birds. by websterss

gazes by joaquinwhorres

senses by petertingle-yipyip

from shadows to sunshine by wondergotham

soft hearted by fireinmoonshot

strawberry danishes by fireinmoonshot

5 year difference by websterss

endlessly falling by donottouchredbutton

in a heartbeat by donottouchredbutton

his secret by writingdumpster

back to you by mischiefmanaged71

hope ur ok by mischiefmanaged71

jealous!joaquin by halliejaade

about love by fireinmoonshot

detour by blackbat05

forget it by sunsburns

first impressions by fireinmoonshot

second impressions by fireinmoonshot

friends to lovers by sunsburns

grumpy x sunshine by almadelsur

ass kissing by sunsburns

high school sweetheart by writermai05

edelweiss 2 3 4 5 6 by halliejaade

The Star Crossed Masterlist

Lee Su-hyeok x Fem!Yoon!Reader

My Navigation and Masterlist

My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist

the hate game (1)

wc: 13.3k

warnings: enemies to lovers, so damn much pining, set in poa, timeline is a bit wonky, limited use of y/n, super grumpy!oliver, oliver's scottish accent (it's a warning in itself), alcohol consumption, super! duper! cheesy! (sorry not sorry)

an: just survived the worst two weeks of my life, but the fic is finally here! this fic was originally a full 50 chapter fic i had planned for wattpad like three years ago but i found my draft for it recently and decided it needed a revival. so enjoy it, and don't forget to comment and repost to support your favourite writers :)

summary: the only thing more grating than Oliver's foul moods and his permanent scowl, has to be the fact that he's so damn pretty. you fucking hate him for it.

part two/final part

"Once you're clear, I'll detonate the dynamite and BOOM." You turned and looked at Daryl who was wiping the droplets of sweat from his brow and looking worried. "What?" you prompted him. "No good?"

He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and his blue eyes narrowed as he looked at you. "Yer gonna handle the dynamite?" he asked.

You laughed. "What, you think I'm not qualified?"

"Well, are ya?" he asked.

You rolled your eyes. "My dad made fireworks and potato cannons and all kinds of stuff when I was growing up. He taught me about explosives and stuff," you said, shooting another look over at him.

His mouth was pressed into a vaguely amused smile he was clearly trying to hide. "Potato cannons?"

"Yeah," you laughed.

"Are ya sure ya ain't a redneck or hillbilly, 'cause the more I hear 'bout yer childhood the more I wonder if—"

You smiled at him and shrugged. "Are you good with the plan or not, Daryl?"

"Oh, yeah. Now that I've heard 'bout yer potato cannon qualifications, by all means... handle the dangerous explosives..." he drawled.

Prompt: "What, you think I'm not qualified?"

▎F3RRET 𝜗𝜚 BR3ED ִֶָ ࣪ ៹ rambles

▎S1GNALS ִֶָ ࣪ ៹ gnetural 𝜗𝜚 angst/fluff 𝜗𝜚 mentions of basic alice in borderland topics 𝜗𝜚 swearing/vulgar language 𝜗𝜚 me never letting chishiya lovers be happy

▎𝜗𝜚 L8VESIGNAL ִֶָ ࣪ ៹ random thoughts brought by urs truly

▎X.0 .ᐟ.ᐟ ִֶָ ࣪ ៹ 「 experimenting with ideas, honestly I was making this for the characters alice in borderland but not using the names but I ended up using them anyway and games were listed even the side games ﾉ btw yes ik you guys voted for headcanons but like.. 😔 i couldn't help myself 」

▎F3RRETS ִֶָ ࣪ ៹ borderland characters are prefer (like highly) 'less you'd like to remove the names and place 'em with whoever you'd like .

© signalpocalypse 2023 ━ 2024. do not copy, repost, edit, translate my work

lock and key (pt. 1)

chishiya shuntaro x gender neutral!reader

disclaimer(s): spoilers for season 2 of aib!! canon-compliant violence, not graphic.

summary: you and chishiya, new to the waters of a relationship, find yourselves seeking shelter in the jack of hearts game after being attacked by the king of spades. 

a/n: FIRST FANFIC, HELLO? i’m planning on writing multiple parts for this one you guys, so let me know if you like!! (or if i should stick to headcanons…LOL) love you all xoxo

you didn’t quite know what to expect walking into the jack of hearts game.

hearts were your game. you were a hearts player, through and through. and yet you still couldn’t help the shiver that crawled up your spine as you and chishiya walked through the gates and let them close shut behind you.  

“not creepy at all,” you murmured sarcastically as the echo of the gates rung across the empty space.

he hummed; his amusement was evident in that smirk of his as you both stared up at the building. “can’t say i ever predicted a place like this being our new safe haven.”

“i think ‘safe haven’ is a bit of a stretch,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “let’s just see what happens.”  

Lees verder

me and bro

What are you guys even doing?

Eating Luocha 😋🍛

@jozhenji

Soothing Song | Jod Na Nawood x GN!Reader

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Summary: Nights on a (space) pirate ship full of noisy individuals aren't ideal for sleeping. Fortunately, the captain is there to offer some relief.

Note: I needed Jod fics immediately so I decided to take matters into my own hands and start writing reader inserts again. Got this idea from Jod singing in Episode 6.

Warnings: None, but note this takes place before the events of Skeleton Crew and Jod is referred to as Silvo as that’s what the context calls for.

Word Count: 1,530

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Living on a pirate ship as someone who preferred to still follow somewhat of a normal routine was not a situation intended for the weak, but after getting dragged into a crew of rowdy pirates with no say in the matter themself y/n didn’t have much of a choice but to stick it out. They had ended up among their ranks after mistakenly becoming a witness to one of said crew’s many misdeeds, a seemingly simple case of wrong place wrong time, but rather than execution to avoid leaving witnesses to tell the tale this civilian suffered a much worse fate: dealing with them.

"Ahh, no," Glenn sighed. "Maggie, I thought you said you talked to him?"

Maggie turned, confused, and followed Glenn's gaze up the street a couple house. Her eyes landed on Eugene, clutching a bouquet of flowers and smoothing his hair. He was at the bottom of your front steps. Maggie came to stand beside Glenn, sighing too. "I did. But I don't think he heard a word except when I said she thinks he's smart and kind... I was tryin' to let him down easy."

"Easy?" Glenn repeated. "Well, now we're about to see what it looks like when a guy's soul gets crushed into powder... Didn't you tell him that she and Daryl, um, are—like—you know?" he asked.

"I tried," Maggie said, leaning on the railing as she watched Eugene raise a fist to knock on your front door. "But he thinks if they aren't 'official' that he still has a shot."

Glenn shook his head. "I feel bad for the guy, but he's—oh. Uh oh," Glenn said, wincing. You weren't the one who opened the door. Daryl was.

Prompt: "You're about to see what it looks like when a guy's soull gets crushed into powder in 3...2...1..." A/N: Poor Eugene. He's 'bout to learn.

Silent Vengeance / Lee Myung-gi

summarize: Who would have thought that a man who sees himself as powerful could be reduced to selfishness by obsession, only for a knight in armor to heal a broken heart?

English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical errors, but I really hope you enjoy it! based on s2 squid game so spoilers ahead!

Thanos’s pride and the attention he commanded among the crowd stirred bitterness in some of the contestants—yours included. It baffled many that a retired rapper would stoop to participate in such brutal games, especially one that involved splashes of blood staining his clothes.

It wasn’t until after the Green Light, Red Light game that his focus shifted. He noticed a particular figure—a silhouette that intrigued him more than he cared to admit. The way you sprinted with precision, timing each step perfectly to freeze at the exact moment, or how you yanked another contestant’s hair to throw them off balance, was a calculated display of survival. That endurance, paired with your quiet defiance of the chaos around you—including his own—captivated Thanos from the very beginning.

While Thanos reveled in his lingering popularity, relishing how some followed his every move like sheep to a shepherd, he couldn’t ignore one undeniable truth: for once, he wasn’t the center of attention. That honor belonged to you.

And never in a thousand of years would he see you here. In flesh. Not after the break up.

Like many others, you had joined the Games with hopes of a better life—a seductive promise whispered by the Salesman. His grotesque smile lingered in your mind whenever you stole a moment to rest, though such moments were rare. Still, your demeanor betrayed none of the turmoil beneath. Your stony expression, coupled with your tendency to linger at the edges, observing the chaos with silent disdain, set you apart. To you, the Games were a grim spectacle—a macabre theater of desperation and misplaced hopes.

Despite this, a few contestants managed to draw you into sparse, fleeting conversations. Thanos, however, stood apart—not because you sought him out, but because he was the last person you’d have ever chosen to engage with. And yet, it fascinated him. Knowing your shared history, he found it almost poetic to see you here, standing as a quiet, untouchable force while his own magnetism faltered in your shadow.

“This prick is getting on my nerves,” someone muttered, their voice sharp enough to cut through the murmurs of the room. The words belonged to 333. His number stood out just as much as his presence as he slid into the seat beside you. You’d learned his name was Lee Myung-gi. He extended a hand toward you, his lips curling into a soft grin that hinted at practiced charm. You nodded slightly, mirroring the gesture out of courtesy. “Y/N,” you said plainly.

There was a pause before Myung-gi’s gaze flicked toward Thanos, his tone lowering conspiratorially. “I don’t mean to stir the pot or anything, but... word is, you and Thanos were a thing. He says you’re pretending not to remember him. And that’s why you—”

“333!”

Thanos’s voice cut through like a blade, silencing Myung-gi mid-sentence. Both of you turned your heads in unison, meeting Thanos’s unyielding stare. You recognized that look immediately—brows furrowed, his glare burning with thinly veiled fury. It was a warning, one that promised Myung-gi wouldn’t survive another word in your direction. The intensity of it could rival any of the Games themselves.

“You should go,” you said quietly, your tone flat but decisive. Your eyes barely glanced at Myung-gi, let alone at Thanos. Yet the weight of his gaze pressed heavily on you, and something inside you churned—a mix of unease, defiance, and something far harder to name.

You wanted to let loose a string of curses, every sharp word you could think of—but you stopped yourself. The memory of a promise lingered in the back of your mind.

Never speak to one another after the breakup.

It was a fragile vow, one you both had clung to out of pride or necessity. But deep down, you knew it was only a matter of time before it shattered completely.

It wasn’t until the bathroom game that the tension reached its breaking point. Thanos never imagined he’d find himself mere feet away from you again, let alone in the confines of a separate room. Yet here he was, his determination undeterred, even as 333 hovered too close for his liking. Thanos wasn’t subtle about his intentions—he wouldn’t let anyone, least of all Myung-gi, encroach on what he still felt was his.

The image of you and 333 pressing X together during the last game still burned in Thanos’s mind, a fresh wound that refused to heal. It festered, replaying over and over like a mocking refrain, igniting a possessive anger he could no longer contain.

As he stepped into the bathroom hall, his focus zeroed in on Myung-gi, the irritation bubbling into something darker. “You’re getting all worked up. So there is something going on,” Thanos said, his voice low and edged with menace.

He stepped closer, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “If you press X again tomorrow...” Thanos leaned in, his words a venomous whisper, “I’ll cut off your finger and give it to her.”

Myung-gi’s jaw tightened at the threat, his discomfort evident. But what unsettled him more was the reason you’d pressed X with him in the first place. It wasn’t a calculated strategy or an empty gesture—it was a fleeting grasp at safety, something you rarely allowed yourself. While you were usually stoic, Myung-gi’s quiet acts of care had chipped away at your defenses, enough to make you question your own resolve.

Thanos couldn’t stand it. The rules of the Games were unambiguous, but what he thought he saw—the almost imperceptible closeness between you and Myung-gi, the way your lips hovered as if to kiss—was enough to set his blood ablaze. The possibility, imagined or not, was more than he could bear.

And that was the last straw. 

“And ask her out. She’ll love it.” 

“You asshole!” Thanos barely registered the punch before his jaw throbbed, the sharp sting waking something primal in him. His thumb brushed over his chin, checking for blood, before he retaliated with equal ferocity. “You motherfucker!” he snarled, his fist connecting with satisfying force.

Chaos erupted as their hands found each other’s throats, both grappling for dominance. Myung-gi’s back slammed against the bathroom stall, the sound echoing in the tight space. They crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs, fists flying without restraint. “Your money, your girl, your life—they’re all mine!” Thanos spat, driving his fist into Myung-gi’s cheek with enough force to make his knuckles ache.

But then, everything shifted. Thanos froze, his breath hitching as blood sprayed from his own mouth, splattering across Myung-gi’s face. The sudden realization of injury shocked him into silence. Without a word, he pulled back, retreating to the shadows of the stall, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

And yet, in that moment of pain and rage, his mind wasn’t on the fight—it was on you. Always you.

The bathroom games were over. The stalls were scrubbed clean of the chaos that had unfolded, leaving little trace of what had transpired. As you and Myung-gi stepped out, your eyes met briefly. The way he looked at you—earnest, searching—was impossible to ignore. The remaining contestants loitered nearby, their presence a quiet reminder of the fragile truce this space demanded. But Thanos was nowhere to be found. Somehow, the thought of his absence made your shoulders feel just a little lighter.

Despite the unspoken rule of no interactions before returning to the dorms, Myung-gi broke it without hesitation. He rushed toward you, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. For a moment, you froze, unsure. But your hands instinctively found his face, fingers brushing over the bruise already darkening on his cheek.

You couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts about Thanos—how he’d reacted to other men during your relationship, the jealousy that often burned too brightly. The memories made your stomach twist with dread. But as your thumb grazed Myung-gi’s cheek, his eyes fluttered shut, leaning into the comfort of your touch.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the tension lingering in the air.

He let out a quiet scoff, his lips curling into a faint, tired smile. “The prick’s finally getting what he deserves anyway.”

CHICKS DIG BAD GUYS

choi su-bong/thanos x ex gf!reader

"Fuck me" you whisper under your breath with obvious annoyance as you spot the familiar shade of purple approaching you, cursing yourself for having such bad luck

The tall boy's grin seemed to widen even more upon hearing your remark

"Gladly" he gleamed with obvious delight which caused your frown to deepen

"Hey boss, you know her?" no. 124, you quickly note his number, says to the boy who stood infront of you

"Hey! Hey! shut up man" su bong, as you know him as rather than his weird nickname thanos, frowns at his team mate (which in your point of view seemed more like his lackey)

Su bong in turn, whips his head towards you with an excess amount of glee in his face to your dismay

"Senorita!" He leans to you "I'm sure you missed me"

"Su Bong-" an irritated expression plants your face which your ex boyfriend quickly recognized as the face you made before you began scolding him

"Hey Hey hey!" He shouts with enthusiasm which causes you to groan much to his enjoyment "It's thanos not su bong. Cmon, you know that baby"

The familiar nickname he called you made you feel like gagging. No one had called you by that awfully cringe nickname ever since you broke up with him when he used up your savings to invest in crypto currency without your knowledge

"What the hell are you doing here?" You ask him as you fold your arms, taking a step back to create some distance between you and your ex boyfriend

"For the same reason you are" su bong takes an immediate step towards you when he sees what you were trying to do

You open your mouth to retaliate, shout, or even scream but su bong beats you to it with widened eyes

"Don't you think it's fate?" He says as he walks behind you, grabbing you by your shoulders while he leans towards your face

"What the hell are you on" you knitted your brows "are you on some kind of drug-"

"I mean" he laughs loudly, causing other people to turn and stare "It's has to be fate or some kinda shit right?"

"Get of your high ass su bong and speak properl-"

He cuts you off again, this time placing his finger in your lips

"thanos. It's thanos baby, you know that" his voice low, if it were anyone else they would have taken it as a threat but instead you just brush his hand away from you, glaring at him

"Whatever, you and your shitty nickname. Just say what you want to and get lost"

Su bong gives as exaggerated sigh "do I really have to spell it for you? You always did like to play hard to get didnt you"

You felt like slapping that cheeky grin away from his face

"All im saying is that it's fate baby!!" he nodds his head with giddiness while punching the air with both his arms

"even the universe wants us to get back together. Why else do you think we would both coincidentally end up meeting eachother in this place?!" He spoke rapidly, fast, almost as if he was rapping

You immediately scoff, which caused his smile to drop in an instead

"Get lost loser" you turn away "Don't you dare talk to me again, i don't talk to bad people like you"

"Hey!" su bong attempts to grab your hand but you flipp him off, showing your middle finger as you walk away from him.

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Nam gyu stood awkwardly next to thanos as he watched the rapper get flipped off, trying to decid on how he should respond in order to make thanos happy

"I guess even winners have to lose some right?"

He recieves a resounding thud in the head by the frowning rapper

"didn't you even pay attention to what they said?!" Thanos shouted with offence

Nam gyu massaged his head with an dumbfounded expression "i dunno boss, that kinda sounded like a rejection to me.."

"You idiot! Wanna get hit again?"

Nam gyu immediately staggered a few steps away from thanos, covering his head with his arms

Thanos took a deep breath, placing his hands in his hips, taking an assertive stance as he laughed. Very loudly.

"She called me a bad person" thanos said in a tone that seemed a bit too optimistic.

Nam gyu couldn't help thinking, isn't being called a bad person a obvious insult?

Thanos quickly noticed his lackeys expression which made his scowl "you really don't understand women do you?"

Nam gyu shook his head fervently as Thanos wore a proud look on his face, his fingers on his temples as he shook his head

"Chicks dig bad guys" he says with cockiness in his voice

"So?"

"So? You asking me So?! Don't you get it!?!" Thanos loops his hand around his lackey as he jumped up and down,

He grinned from ear to ear as he shouted at the top of his voice impulsively

"Holy shit! she still wants me so bad!"

I'm gonna wife you up!

— You propose (sort-of?) to your boyfriend (wife?)

— Kaji Ren, Suo Hayato, Togame Jo + Yamato Endo

This was meant to be more serious, but then I tripped and fell into a vat of sugar syrup. I'd hate to be in the same room. The dichotomy of my fics is wild.

Kaji Ren

Realistically, if you dissected the situation under a microscope, it wasn’t your fault. When you and Kaji first started dating, his habit of keeping his headphones on had driven you insane. The heavy metal blaring past the ear cushions was louder than your voice, no matter how important the thing you were trying to say. It almost ended things between you until you learned why those headphones mattered to him. They weren’t just for music; they were his shield, a barrier between him and a world that often overwhelmed him. In return, plus a thorough scolding from Hiragi, he's stopped playing his music at full volume. Only loud enough to block the outside noise but not your voice. It was a compromise, one that spoke more about his effort to meet you halfway than words ever could. But sometimes... sometimes, he gets lost in his distractions. His thumb drifts to his phone, inching the volume dial higher and higher until it drowns everything out. The world, your voice, you. You know he doesn’t do it on purpose. He’s not ignoring you, not intentionally. But still, you feel the tiniest bit petty about it. After all, you’re right there, talking to him. What’s so captivating about music or scrolling through nonsense that it takes precedence over you?

"Did you know that people used whale carcasses to fuel lanterns? So there wasn't a lack of light in the dark alleyways of London. The light was made from whale grease. They literally made lights to light up the world from whale corpses. Isn't that disgusting?"