#second floor

[elliesngirl]

Please I need fem reader with second floor hcs so bad pleaseeeee

I don't know if you only write fluff or also smut (I cant find your rules for requests), but I would love to read both

Also I just want to yap about how she is obviously wlw, because why else would they include that kiss scene. I mean it was just a hallucination but if 3rd floor didn't think she was one then why would he hallucinate about her kissing 4rd floor

Second Floor; Headcannons

Second Floor x Fem!Reader.

Yes! I agree i took one look at her and paused the show to search up "The 8 show lesbians" but nothing came up so I was kinda surprised to see the her and 4th floor kissing, but wasn't surprised at the same time?

Honestly at episode one i assumed it would be 2f and 8f but now i can see 2f and 4f, anyway, imma stop yapping.

Warnings: Mentions of stuff...cute, but not much detial.

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Show Hcs (lets say for this you are ninth floor)

- Would hate you at first, thinking your similar to eighth floor.

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Second floor rolled her eyes at the size of your room, the way you showed it with having no idea that hers was tiny compared to yours, you had a whole loft, making 550,000 won every minute.

“Umm.. why did you guys so quiet?” you say, kinda upset, you walked upstairs to show them the food you got, you only took one then sent the rest down, floor 8 decided to keep it all.

you then realised that they all went quiet

- When she starts to realise your nice, she would slowly get close to you.

the two of you where sitting in second floors room, you where looking after her wounds, she didn't really say much.

"I'm sorry they are doing this to you, if you want I can replace you tomorrow." You said genuinely, wrapping her up, she just rolled her eyes. "Stop acting like you care." She said coldly, but you did care...why couldn't she see that?

"Don't say that, I am helping you." You say, kind of getting annoyed, "Out of pity?" she questions, just trying to wound you up, you stand up and grown, making second floor laugh. "You think this is funny?" You say, only making her laugh more, you want to leave but then you realise; this was the only time you have seen her smile.

"You have a pretty smile." You say out loud, not even processing that you told her. She looks away and stops smiling, then you realise, "I'm sorry." You say awkardly, having no idea what to do.

there was silence, you thought this was her way of telling you to leave so you stood up, just as you were about to exit the door, you felt her grab your wrist.

"You're different..." Was all she said, you wanted to talk more but she pointed to the clock, it was 11:57, you had to be in your room in 3 minutes.

What she said kept you up all night.

- After that night the two of you became closer and if you thought sixth floor would be to hard on her, you would just take all the food and feed second floor later, it eventually made them give up that method.

- she was told to kiss you in king, and you thought because she said no to third floor she would say no to kissing you, but you were wrong.

- would lowkey be very clingy in private, opposite to her tough personality when she is with others

- this is cannon but she doesn't care about the money, denies the offer to take any of your money after this show ended.

- it takes her MONTHS of trust before she can tell you her name (chun-ja)

- the two of you would kiss in the show, which would always add more time so when you wanted the show to end you had to distance yourself from her, which the both of you dreaded.

- started dating officially after the show ended ofc

- she would prefer activity dates, but if you wanted to do a romantic date, she would.

- would top, sorry, i don't make the rules.

- would be protective over you , in and out of show.

- counited to not take any of your money, and would always pay for things.

- Gets way money clingy

- weird but she is def the person to grab your waist when kissing you or just always have her hand on your waist.

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I have a second floor oneshot Idea ! lmk if you would like it

[tilbageidanmark]

From the third floor at the city museum (OC).

[tearinmyside]

day 14...

second floor

snow cover, and the mums are buried outside. the long trek over the creak of old wood— alone, but not alone. loved, but not in love. ritual is the distraction from your sinkhole heart. verses hold the tiniest confessions geocached without a map. a door unknocks. you knit a tapestry of your sorrows, light a candle over the ledge of a condensation laden window, unravel in the frigid air.

-kab

@nosebleedclub day 14 prompt

[househuntingscotland]

2 bedroom flat for sale on Duke Street, Dennistoun, Glasgow

Asking price: £170,000

[drabbleswrites]

"How long can you keep the show going?"

The 8 show was such a good show!! People who say it's all just gore don't get the point of the show or just refuses to acknowledge what the show brutally represents. It's a show that depicts just how vulnerable human nature is when it comes to being exposed to the darkest sides of a hyper-capitalist society. How we are all part of the same social cancer that slowly eats away our entire being. Maybe the last two episodes may have been "lackluster" compared to the other episodes but overall, I still enjoyed the show. For a show with only eight episodes, I appreciate the pacing and storytelling. The visuals of the set is beautiful, but also haunting with all the cameras watching. The intro changed from each episode and it was an intro i'd never choose to skip.

"There's more money to be had." Was a motto everyone in the show had in mind, despite the differences in their class, or how they acted it out. If it feels unfair, it's because it's supposed to be. It's an integral part of human nature to always think of yourself first. No matter how much of a saint you think you are, when faced with danger, in the end you'll be scared for your own skin. It's selfish and cruel. The top floor stay on top because they have the power to stay on top. The bottom floor stay on the bottom because they aren't given any power to even go up.

The show does a good job with it's shtick, where when more time is added to the clock, we the viewers get to watch another episode. We represent the hosts, the ones who get entertainment.

There were several moments where they could've ended the show after they revolted against the upper floors but they didn't. They decided to stay until there was no time left on the clock. They hadn't wanted more time, but they did want to use the remaining time until they left. In the end they decided to milk every hour and minute to get their every penny worth. Everything all started because of greed, and ended with greed. But guess what? The hosts weren't ready to end the show on that note. That's why more time was added to the show. It was only in an act of desperation in the last episode did they think to buy using the time, but that had only amused the hosts. The show couldn't have end here, you have to finish it. Give us a show! A proper truman goodbye, was probably what the hosts wanted. The cameras being destroyed and thus triggering the "The End", effectively finishing the show.

[pois00nivy]

Call it what you want

Summary: She's always worried about helping others. What about someone worrying about her?

Pairing: 2!F x Saphic! reader

Warnings: violence, suicide atempt mentioned, fluff, kissing, kind of slown burn, english is not my first lenguage, also reader is 8f, eight floor is nine and the others dont change, lmk if i miss anything!

Wc: 1.3k

A/N: Never thought this would be my first fanfic, but since i didn't found any fic about her and i'm obssesed, and also she deserved better :cc i've just decided to write this!

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Before meeting her in the game, you had seen her a couple of times around; you worked in the same place. Her tough and reserved, yet genuinely altruistic attitude had always caught your attention. You never had the courage to approach her, using the excuse of being too immersed in your own problems.

She also used to stare but never made a move.

You weren’t surprised to see her there, in the 'show'; it only saddened you to think about the situations that had brought her to that point. You understood it in people like yourself, too selfish to care about someone they didn’t know. But even from her disadvantaged position, she found ways to help those in need.

How sad that life had brought her here anyway. You wondered if it had somehow contributed, recalling the times she endured suffering in exchange for helping someone else. You also remembered how you had been about to end your life before the notifications started coming in.

Had she been about to do the same?

From the moment you chose the number eight and followed the instructions on the platform, you knew that even though it seemed like you couldn’t die, the explicit mention that everything would end if you did meant rough days were ahead.

Who would give money without expecting anything in return?

Despite your distrust, you decided to join because it was much more hopeful than what you had almost done just hours ago.

She seemed surprised by your presence.

She let you approach her silently before starting to trust you. Despite the attraction she also felt, trust was more important.

When everyone grouped up to divide shifts for climbing the stairs, you got assigned two consecutive days of climbing followed by two days of rest, to make it fair for everyone.

Of course, she would do this.

You thought when she volunteered to go up and down the stairs so first floor could rest. That day, you were also doing your part, so you simply shared your food with her, as she didn’t want 1st Floor to stop eating because of her.

The next time, if you hadn’t been too exhausted, you would have volunteered first so she wouldn’t have to. Still, later, when you saw her red-faced and working for the fourth consecutive day, you did it and insisted that she rest.

“No, let me. You’ve been working for two days.” She protested.

“You’ve worked three. I can rest tomorrow.” Reluctantly, she agreed.

When it was time to vote, you went to the corner where she was hiding.

“I think I’ll vote for ninenth. What about you?” she asked.

“Some will probably vote for third floor. I’m undecided between ninenth or abstaining,” you said, pausing and making eye contact with her. “Anyway, I’ve never sent my trash to one, and I’m not starting now.”

She nodded in agreement. What was the point? Why couldn’t everyone just take care of their own trash?

Later, you met with 1f and decided to support by voting against the top floor.

Days passed, trying to extend your time here, and during breaks, you spent time together.

By the end of the night, your thoughts were filled with her.

When will she make the next move? Should I? What if she thinks I’m just being kind?

“Can I trust you?” Everyone was in their rooms resting, and you were beside her on the swings in the park.

The days of hunger imposed by the unbearable person from the top floor had ended after 3rd and 4rth Floor apologized, just before everyone gathered to decide what to do next.

“Why do you ask?” you responded, part of you offended by the question.

“This peace won’t last forever.”

“I know. I’ve been thinking about what will happen when simple games and dramas are no longer enough.” Both of you fell silent. “I’ll stand by your side,” you said, wondering if you hadn’t made it clear enough before.

Her face lit up, and you wished you could be closer.

“Great, because I also want to stand by yours.” Compared to how you only exchanged glances without words before, you were grateful to trust her and especially to have her trust in you, knowing she also needed reassurance since she was usually the one providing it.

Later that day, during the King game, it was 8's Floor turn, with a promising challenge—until 2nd Floor raised her hand.

She had to kiss someone, but that someone wasn’t going to be you. She immediately looked at you expectantly, and you were already watching her. Her eyes reflected… disappointment? When you didn’t raise your hand, Floor 3 did instead.

Your heart almost stopped, and a knot formed in your stomach, almost worse than the pain from days without eating.

You relaxed briefly when she refused. But then, she had to fight Sixth Floor. How you hated him. You were sure she would beat him like the other day, but you didn’t want her to get hurt.

The fight started in her favor, and you enjoyed watching her throw him to the ground, waiting for him to recover a bit before immobilizing him again. Still, you were worried because the fight would last long; his pride wouldn’t let him give up easily.

Your brief happiness at seeing her land another hit faded when she showed a moment of weakness, and it clicked.

Of course, she still hadn’t recovered from hitting the tiles a few days ago. Damn it. You knew this rivalry wouldn’t lead to anything good (though you admired her bravery in facing 6th Floor, who always tried to stay ahead of everyone).

A moment later, he hit her hard enough to keep her from getting up, pressing on her still-delicate hand with brutal force. The following seconds were torture to watch, tormenting you further as no one could separate him from her, and she refused to give up. When the fight ended, you wanted to tear that idiot to pieces, and your heart broke at the sight of her bloodied face.

Fifth Floor and you took her to her room while Floor fourth asked the elevator for supplies to treat her. After leaving her there, you rushed to your room, bought medicine to ease her pain, and sent it to her floor along with a bandage for her hand. You went back down, where Floor 5 finished treating her. You helped bandage her hand.

When Floors fifth and fourth left, her eyes were filled with tears, her face temporarily disfigured. She squeezed your hand as if afraid you’d leave too.

“Please don’t go”

“I wasn’t planning to. I’d rather stay here. You always worry about others; it’s time someone worries about you"

You pulled her close to comfort her, wrapping your arms around her. She leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder as she brought her arms to your waist.

You ran a hand through her hair, gently caressing her head, trying to help her find peace.

“You should’ve kissed him,” you said.

“I don’t regret not doing it.” She pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. “He’s not the one I want to kiss.”

Your heart raced as the tension grew. You kept eye contact before she brought your face closer to hers, finally joining your lips in a slow kiss. You followed her immediately but carefully, afraid of hurting her.

You wondered how many minutes the clock would add at that moment, disgusted for a moment at the thought of men watching, but forgetting about it soon, when her eager grew as she kissed you more fervently, holding your waist tighter and pulling you as close as possible until you both separated, breaths heavy as you tried to catch them.

“Now that the violence has started, there’s no going back,” you said, and she nodded. "You can trust me,” you answered the question she had asked hours ago.

“You can trust me too.”

[dimalink]

Good and kind curtains

These are such a good and kind little towel. As my grandmother speaks. Colorful. Joyful. About a summer. I remember grandmother gives as a present something like this. As for a memory  she told. For a memory. And about summer including.  I always have perception of this as a about a summer. These curtains.  Beautiful curtains. They are creating summer mood.

They are hanging at the second floor in a little house. So exactly at my little room where I sit. And I get close to the table. Drink a tea, at the wooden little table. And I watch at this curtains often! When weather is sunny. So, in these days, they create a very sunny mood. And with more cold gray day, this also can happen in summer, they remind about summer days. About grandmother. And childhood. About summer. And endless summer as theme.

I run to little house. I run into the second floor and drink a tea. And watch at them!

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[oldfarmhouse]

2nd floor