Starrie

SIGHHH I won’t be able to write cuz I am busy with school uhh hopefully I can write today

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Oh my god I don’t have the motivation to write

Just realized I have homework I am so cooked

HEY SO COLE WILL YOU PLEASE APOLOGIZE BECAUSE I HAVE A WHOLE FANFIC TO FINISH?????? (If he won’t istg)

I JUST REALIZED I NEVER FOLLOWED YOU OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY

Crying bcz I just found out Cole is problematic (I still have an unfinished chapter)

Im deciding whether to take out the slowburn tag out of my Greek au or not

GUYS WHOS GONNA BE TELEMACHUS IN MY GREEK AU QUICK GUYS (ctbc or c2bc)

Uhh got bored but here’s a short squid game au YAY!!!
          
          People came in, one by one as I held the door. But I felt something was off.
           Pound.
           “Where’s Pound?” I shakily asked.
           “Fireball!” He was on the floor, trying to get up.
           …Four, three…
           “Pound—!” I tried to grab him. But before I even did, someone had already closed the door.
           …Two.
           …One.
           Everybody was still. So was the atmosphere.
          
           “Fireball…!” He cried my name, it was the loudest thing I can hear, even if his voice was soft.
           His eyes that I can see from a distance, with glints of his tears. And gunshots.
           “POUND!” I ran to him, pushing the door as if it would open itself.
           “Pound—!”
           I called his name, over and over.
          His sobs were the only thing I could hear aside from everything. If only I could ever open the door for you.
           “Pound!”
          
          A gunshot was heard.
           The light in his eyes had faded as he slid down to the ground. I could hear it him thud.
           I whispered his name.
           “No..”
           “NO— POUND!”
           A name can only be heard, a shout repeating, until it is a sound.
           They were too, calling him. But only my voice was louder.