❝And, in that moment, she started to wonder how soft her lips would feel against her own and what they would taste like, but she didn’t kiss her, because she didn’t want a pity kiss, she wanted a kiss that would embody every joke, every hug, every tear, every night spent spooning, every ice cream gallon shared between the two. So Allison Reed didn’t kiss Lydia that night, but something had changed between the two.❞
In which Allison Reed realizes that maybe she hasn't been giving her love to the right person all along.
[An "Eleven O'Clock Number" one-shot]
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.