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creamecafe · 6 months ago

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I haven’t seen many fics about player 333 yet (Myunggi) 😔 Could you do maybe an enemies to lover type story with him!!!

Wicked Game | Myung-Gi Pt. 1

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You're stuck in the squid games fighting for your life. It also doesn't help that you are stuck with a wanna be rich scammer fraud.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Myung-Gi x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: enemies to lovers, hurt

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: Thank you so much for requesting. I hope you enjoy this! Also the reader is an ex of Myung-Gi before the games. Please understand I don't HATE Kim Jun-hee, I just thought it would fit more for enemies to lovers. I also believe I may put this into two parts as the 3rd season is yet to come

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Joining the squid games could possibly be the last thing any person with common sense and a reason to live would consider doing. Unless they either had none.

That's what it looked like for you. The games you had to do to win 45.6 billion won had you either questioning if it's still worth it to still keep going or just to end it all on this island.

Out of all the people in these games, there's one face that you despised seeing and wondered how he's still alive after what he did, Myung-Gi.

He's your ex boyfriend. Being with him was great at first, but once he was invested in the crypto coin thing business, it felt like you're being cheated on. It also didn't help that he had an affair behind your back with a girl named Kim Jun-hee who turned up pregnant.

You didn't hate Kim Jun-hee, as you felt bad for her that your ex abandoned her and their baby, but the whole thing hurted you.

There's nothing more you wanted to get out of here with enough money to move to another place and start off fresh.

When you first woke up in the dormitory with all the other players, you wondered where this possibly could go. You looked around to see so many unfamiliar faces.

Then a man in a pinkish red suit all the way across the room wuth a black covered mas with a white triangle comes out from double doors and starts explaining why majority are here. Because of their debts.

They showed different videos of people playing Ddakji and getting slapped in the face. There was one face you recognized, your ex. It wouldn't be surprising that he was in debt for trying to chase after the crypt coin thing.

It looks like you're not the only one who hated him, many people who fell for the crypto coin were also mad at him. A purple-haired guy stood out from the rest, as he was a rapper you heard from others who were apparently fans. You had no interest in him or your ex but were wondering what the whole ordeal of winning money is.

You had to sign a waiver for the games, and you were soon directed to take pictures. It was rough enough. Then you would have to climb stairs that seemed like you were going to Mount Everest. You saw your ex from the right side across. You also didn't want to risk being seen.

Finally, you reached the first game after what seemed like an eternity. There was a huge robot doll and the whole layout was supposed to imitate a school playground with its blue sky and sand ground.

"Hey there pretty" You turn around and see the purple haired guy who was talking to your ex

"Who are you?" You exclaimed looking him up and down not in the mood to be hit on.

"I'm Choi Seung-hyun, Thanos for my music. You might of heard my raps before?"

"If I did, I probably would want to be deaf right now. Including not hearing this conversation."

He pretended to be hurt and put a hand over his heart.

"Ouch girl. Cold aren't you?"

You rolled your eyes. He sees another girl walks by and also tries talking to her. Poor girl, you thought.

"Y/N?" You hear your name being called and look around.

"Y/N!" A hand fell on your shoulder and you flinched turning around.

It was Myung-Gi. Your panic turned into annoyance as you rolled your eyes again.

"What are you doing here?" He asks

"Should be asking you that too, but I think it's obvious."

"Can we please talk?"

"What's there to talk about Myung-Gi? You chose a cyrpt coin over me and cheated on me, and got another girl pregant"

"And I regret it very much. Please come back."

"Share those regrets with the others in here too, including the mother of your child."

He tried to reply back but you walked away from him, ignoring him.

Speakers came on, explaining the rules of the game.

A screaming man came into the front and said it's not what we think the game is. He exclaims that if you move, you'll die.

People around you scoffed and found the man crazy. It seemed like to you he was crazy too, but what if he was right?

He was still screaming telling people not to move a muscle when the game starts.

The robot started turning around and putting her hand up to the tree to not look at the other player.

It started singing.

"Everyone freeze!" The man in front says.

Nobody moved a muscle. Your eyes looked around and saw no one moving. What if the guys telling the truth?

The doll looked away and you started moving forward quickly along with everyone else.

"Everyone freeze!" Yelled again the older man.

There was a scream coming from a girl who moved. She laughed exclaiming she just moved. A bullet came through her head and she dropped dead.

The guy really wasn't lying then. One wrong move, you're dead. More people started moving and more gunshots were coming.

Bodies were dropping. People are screaming. This was a bad idea to be here. You were also pretty sure you were going to die with your ex boyfriend. That another cherry on top to add.

"If you don't make it to the finishing line on time, you'll also die." The man yells but has his mouth covered like he was going to take a sneeze.

It felt impossible to win this game. You were so sure you were going to win money but now the only thing you could be winning is death. You wanted to see if Myung-Gi was still alive.

But you couldn't risk being shot. Everyone sooned formed into a single file line. The man explained that the doll can't see what's behind a person if there's a bigger person in front.

More gunshots came. More bodies dropping. You couldn't stop now though. You're close to the finish line, you can feel it.

You soon reached the finish line relieved that you made it alive. You looked around for Myung-Gi to see if he's alive.

Why do you care so much about him? You thought to yourself.

It's just basic human sympathy you thought. Hating him is one thing, but him dying is another.

The game ended and you witnessed the man who warned about the game, you see his number was 456 and another, a woman helping a man who got shot in the leg reach the finish line get shot in the head.

This isn't just a game. This life or death. Everyone including you who passed were allowed to go back to the dorms.

Zoned out walking, seeing bodies and blood, you hear your name being called.

"Y/N!"

Turning around to see who called your name, you see Myung-Gi run up to you.

"Hey, are you okay?"

A light smile came from your face.

"Yes I'm alright and you?"

"Alive thank God." He chuckled.

You chuckled lightly but didn't know what to say after. Usually, you would have something smart to say to him but after what happened, you wanted nothing more to be out of here.

There were yelling and shouts to how the man knew they would shoot if you lost the game. They were accusing the man of being behind the game.

A pink guard then came out and congratulated us for completing the first game. It then if a majority voted to O, you could leave the game.

Everyone chose their own sides O and X. You chose X, even though you desperately wanted the money to be able to move to another city. You see Jun-Hee, his other ex, chose X too. Myung-Gi chose O, which you weren't surprised.

Unfortunately there were more O's than X's which meant you had to stay. You were heartbroken but also upset and turned to Myung-Gi. Now you wish he died in the first game.

You went up to him and turned him around aggressively and slapped him across the face. People looked at you guys, but you didn't care.

"You're really that selfish, you had to choose O?"

"Y/N-"

"The mother of your child is in this game and you choose O. I should have known from the start dating you was a bad idea. If these games don't kill you, I will."

You stormed off away from him and went to your bed. Myung-Gi probably thought you were bluffing about you killing him.

Something deep down you wanted to keep that word true.

It looks like you'll have to wait and see the next day.

𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝙹𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!

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fanged-fanfics · 5 months ago

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Creatures Commandos platonic request, can you do Dr. Phosphorus x Child! Venom Reader (the only difference between them and OG Venom is that they can withstand extreme heat.), I need this radioactive skeleton man to be a dad again.

Y/N was abandoned by their family as a toddler, which gave them extreme abandonment issues, they get attached to Phosphorus and he lets them because they can touch him and he misses being a dad. You cannot tell me that he DOESN’T miss being a dad.

☆ Of Flames And Little Flickers — Dr. Phosphorus & Venom!GN Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff, Familial || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

Pokolistan wasn't exactly the worst place to bring a kid, most figured. But most people weren't on a mission to keep an insane purple villainess from tearing up the local government. Phosphorus didn't exactly find the idea of you tagging along to be a fond one— he loved having you around, but this could easily become an assassination mission at the flip of a dime. Considering what you had to go through before, he didn't wanna risk you getting any more hurt. But your abilities were deemed too valuable to go without, so there you were, traveling locked up in the same car with the rest of the monsters.

The long plane trip gave you jetlag more than anything, and you didn't manage to get good sleep after being dragged out so early to get on the flight. After Phosphorus forcefully positioned Weasel to the other side of the car, he made sure you could sit beside him. You were in a staring contest with GI Robot before Phosphorus gently nudged you, pointing out to the window behind his head. "See all that, kid? It's riding on your slimy little shoulders to keep all that from blowing up" he said. He made a motion with his hands to mimic a combustion, flaring a little brighter as he made the sound effect himself. You laughed at the display, and he chuckled while rubbing the top of your head.

"Not too worn out, yeah? We got a big day protecting this princess" he asked you. You shook your head "Nuh-uh. It's just... early". "Well, it's midday by now, kid, a little too late for 'early'" Phosphorus responded back. You groaned, sitting back in your seat "Why did it feel like we got dragged out so soon?" You complained. "Timezones, bud" Phosphorus said "Had to get up early to be here on time. It's a whole new country". You paused, soaking in the reminder of the unfamiliar landscape. You scooted closer to him, grabbing hold of his sleeve. Phosphorus wrapped his arm around you in return. Jeez, it'd been 15 years since he was able to have this. Someone who could stand to be near him, and who actually trusted him enough to lean on.

"You getting tired there, little hellraiser?" He asked, seeing you beginning to nod off. You stubbornly shook your head, mumbling in protest. He chuckled once more, pulling you up close to his side. To the average person, it was deeply scalding and searing to the touch. But to you, it was like being pressed against the warmest heater that could ever be offered. Your wide eyes slowly fall shut, feeling the comforting repetitive motion of Phosphorus petting your back to soothe you. Your head falls onto his form, using him as a foundation to lean on. He'd been that ever since you arrived, really. Support, stability, a shoulder or hand to reach out to. A jaded and crude support beam at times, sure, but he did his best to conduct himself at least a little bit around you.

While you slowly drifted to sleep, Phosphorus kept his gaze on you, seeing how you were able to relax against him. It was a familiar sight, one that made what was left of his heart ache. He looked up, seeing Bride not far at all taking note of it as well. He held a finger over where his mouth used to be to signify quiet. The stitched lady gave a sigh that showed she wasn't very impressed but, well, when was she ever? Phosphorus moved his coat to wrap it around your shoulders for extra protection, using a hand to shield you from the sun. He gently pet your back a bit more before simply keeping his gaze looking around for you both. No one could tell except for Phosphorus himself, but this time, he really was smiling.

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voxslays · 4 months ago

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WUTIWANT — IN-HO & GI-HUN

PART TWO — RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT SUMMARY: After playing a game of Ddakji with a tall, mysterious man in a subway, you find yourself scared and alone—trapped in a series of deadly games with people who don’t speak your language. PAIRINGS: Thanos x Reader (this chapter only) In-ho x reader, Gi-hun x reader WARNINGS: Reader is American, Gi-hun & In-ho both speak English.

You could understand some basic Korean sayings and phrases, but nothing Duolingo taught you could prepare you for something like this. You had struggled to keep up with conversations in normal, everday Seoul, but now that you were practically kidnapped by unknown men in masks, you didn’t know what to do.

They were saying something about children’s games and a prize from what you could understand, which wasn’t much admittedly. You were then prompted to sign a player consent form before being led to the first game. You stood in a large open roof box, with the walls to be painted like a field, reminiscent of your own childhood.

“Señorita, excuse me.” Someone said in English, you swiftly turned around to be met with a tall man, sporting violet hair. “Hi.” You waved politely. “You speak English?” You ask. “Of course.” The man responds, flexing his large veiny hands. He had multiple rings, a long tattoo, and his nails were painted the colors of the rainbow. “What’s your name?”

“Thanos.” He smiles, giving you a finger heart. “Oh!” You gasp, finally realizing. “I understand the nails now.” You smile. The man was about to say something when a loud robotic voice came over the loudspeakers. ‘The first game is Red Light, Green Light.’ The femme voice said, her tone as monotone as the dark clouds on a stormy day.

‘Cross the finish line without getting caught in five minutes. If you do, you pass.’ This might not be as bad as you thought. It actually sounded pretty easy. When the pink guards were talking about children’s games, you hadn’t expected to know any of them. But Red Light, Green Light? You used to play it all the time. How hard could it be?

“Green light!” The doll on the far side of the arena shouted. You quickly moved up, eager to win, despite the strange circumstances you were brought here under. A man runs in-front of you, yelling something in Korean you cant quite understand. “What’s he saying?” You ask Thanos.

“Just some crazy shit about people dying.” The man responds, unfazed. “Reminds me of my old man.” He chuckles. Huh. “Do you think he’s high?” You ask. Thanos smiles. “Nope.” He pauses as the doll calls out ‘Red Light.’ “No one is like that when they’re high.” You roll your eyes playfully. “You’ve been high?”

“You interested?”

Your conversation is interrupted by a faint buzzing sound. “What’s that?” Player 196, the girl in-front of you asks, staying as still as possible. “It knows you’re a flower.” Thanos pauses again, as if wondering if he should tell her. “There’s a bee on you.” The girl starts screaming and flailing her arms. Good going, ‘Thanos.’

“Crap.” She laughs. “I just moved.” Before she can say anymore though, there’s a gunshot and her body dramatically thuds to the ground. You gasp, your breath catching in the back of your throat as the girl’s blood sprays all over your face. What the hell? The crazed man from earlier yells something else in Korean you can’t understand.

“What is he saying!?” You feel tears streaming down your face. Thanos doesn’t respond. At the next green light, he simply opens his cross and takes out a colorful pill. You ignored him. All you needed to do was make it across the finish line without moving. You used to play this game all the time as a kid, don’t mess it up now.

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meadowfics · 5 months ago

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stand by me

kang no-eul x f!reader

in which you had no idea on how you are still alive

warnings: mentions of death, guns, r being shot at, r replaces player 246

the last thing you remember is the cold barrel of a gun pressed against your forehead.

your knees ached against the concrete, hands trembling as you pleaded, voice cracking.

suddenly you regretted joining hyun ju and gi-hun in this whole gun fight thing.

you told the guard you had a daughter waiting for you at home, that she needed you, that you couldn’t die here. you weren’t ready.

"I'm sorry, please? I-i-i w-won't do anything like this again!"

you pleaded.

the guard holding the gun wasn’t hesitating out of mercy.

no, she was waiting for you to stop talking, as if your voice was the last thing tethering you to life.

then, the gunshot.

a burning, searing pain in your thigh.

your body slumped to the ground, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as darkness consumed you due to some blood loss.

when your eyes flutter open, you’re not where you expect to be. no cold, hard floor of the arena. no piles of bodies.

instead, a sterile blue room, quiet except for your own breathing.

a figure stands above you. a guard.

mask still on, hands behind her back, unmoving.

for a moment, fear seizes your chest.

is she going to finish the job? torture you for daring to resist them?

then, you glance down.

your wound is wrapped tightly in fresh bandages.

you’re alive.

in front of you, neatly folded, is a pink jumpsuit.

the triangle symbol stares back at you, an order, a fate waiting to be accepted.

the guard speaks, voice clipped but distinctly female.

“put it on.”

your fingers tremble as you reach for it.

“what is this? what’s happening?”

she doesn’t answer immediately, just tilts her head slightly. then, in that same robotic tone, she says,

“if you want to stay alive without getting caught, stop asking questions.”

something in you cracks, just a little.

maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the sheer absurdity of still being alive when you were sure you had died back there.

there’s something about her voice...firm yet careful, like she’s choosing her words cautiously.

so you do as she says.

you slide the suit on, feeling the fabric cling to you, the mask cold against your face when you finally put it on.

the guard watches you in silence.

you can feel her eyes on you, even through the mask.

you exhale shakily.

“why are you helping me?”

she doesn’t answer. just turns sharply on her heel and moves toward the door. before she leaves, she pauses, voice quieter this time.

“don’t talk too much. don’t stand out. please do anything you are assigned to do. don’t let them know you’re different.”

she’s gone, leaving you standing in that room, your heart pounding against your ribs.

you're alive.

you're a guard now.

somewhere out there, your daughter is still waiting for you.

three months earlier, before the games, you were on guard duty

you step outside into the cold air, your breath visible in the dim glow of the parking lot lamps.

the weight of your uniform feels heavier tonight, the exhaustion settling deep in your bones.

across the lot, in the same familiar spot, you see it..

an old van, the windows slightly fogged up from the cold.

inside, no-eul sleeps, curled up in the driver’s seat with a thin blanket draped over her.

she looks exhausted, her face relaxed in sleep but shadowed with worry.

technically, you should tell her to leave.

she’s not supposed to be here, not supposed to sleep in the lot overnight.

rules are rules.

you don’t. you never do. you will never tell the woman to leave.

instead, you make slow rounds near the van, pretending to do your job while keeping an eye on her.

making sure no one else bothers her. making sure she stays safe.

you don’t know much about her, only that life hasn’t been kind to her.

you’ve heard rumors—people whisper about how she lost everything, her own daughter back in north korea, how she keeps showing up at the amusement park where she used to work, as if hoping things will magically go back to normal.

you don’t ask questions. you just watch.

when she stirs in her sleep, shifting slightly, you step back into the shadows so she doesn’t see you.

however... no-eul knows.

in the mornings, when she wakes up and finds no ticket on her windshield, no security shoving her away, she knows you were there.

she knows you were on shift instead of that other man.

she knows because she’s seen you before...

no-eul has seen you at the amusement park, running toward your crying daughter, pulling her into your arms after she got lost.

no-eul remembers crouching down, wiping your daughter’s tears, telling her everything would be okay whenever your daughter lost you.

your daughter trusted her. and somehow, that trust extended to you, even without words.

so she never thanks you. never acknowledges it outright.

some nights, before she falls asleep, she glances toward the shadows where she knows you’re standing.

you stand there a little longer, just to be sure she’s okay.

what you don’t know is that months later, when it’s you lying in that blue room, wounded and helpless, that she will be the one standing guard over you.

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insidekatmind · 3 months ago

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Guard~Seong Gi-hun

Wearning: slight smut, tension, age-gap

Request: yes!

They call you Guard 0672. Your identity is hidden behind the red mask and dark uniform that all your colleagues wear. You are one of the most reliable guards, personally chosen by the Frontman for your nerves of steel and total discretion.

But your current assignment is different. You are not guarding the games or patrolling the corridors. You have been sent to guard a special prisoner.

Gi-hun.

His name is whispered with hatred and contempt among the guards. He dared to rebel against the system, causing chaos that no one expected. And for this he was captured and chained in a cold and sterile room, far from the rest of the games. The Frontman himself gave you the order to watch over him, and every day, every night, you are the one who enters there, watching over him, making sure he cannot escape or cause further trouble.

When you enter the room, the metallic sound of the lock clicking echoes in the air. Gi-hun raises his head, his dark eyes scrutinizing you with suspicion and weariness. He is tied to the wall with steel chains on his wrists, but his spirit still seems alive, vibrant.

“You again,” he says hoarsely. “Do you enjoy observing the suffering of others or is it just another duty for you?”

You don’t answer. You are trained to remain silent, to be a blank and detached presence. But there is something in his eyes, in the way he looks at you as if he can see beyond your mask, that unsettles you.

The visits follow one another, day after day. Each time you find him a little more tired, a little more angry. And yet, each time he manages to throw you those contemptuous jokes, that constant challenge. As if he were trying to break your indifference.

“Are you always this quiet?” he asks one day, his voice softer than usual. “Or are you forbidden to speak?”

“It’s not my job to speak.” Your voice is cold, mechanical, but it’s the first time you’ve answered him.

His eyes widen for a moment, then he smiles, a tired but genuine smile. “So you can talk. I thought you were a robot.”

His determination to try to communicate with you, even in the most desperate conditions, begins to chip away at your defenses. Your professionalism cracks a little every time you see him trying to maintain his humanity.

One night, during one of your shifts, Gi-hun seems frailer, his skin paler under the harsh light of the cell. “I’m going to die here, right?” he asks. There’s no anger in his voice this time, just a weariness that hits you harder than it should.

Your fingers tighten around the assault rifle you keep with you for safety. You hesitate, and that hesitation is already an answer.

“What are you doing here?” he asks then, with genuine curiosity. “Why are you following orders that make your soul shut down? You’re just another pawn, like me.”

His voice is harsh, but sincere. His words reach deep into you, chipping away at the shell of detachment you’ve so carefully constructed. You watch him, unable to respond. And you realize he’s not trying to provoke you. He’s trying to understand.

The visits continue, and with them, an intensity grows between you. Something you can no longer ignore. One evening, as you adjust the chain that binds his wrists, his fingers brush your hand. It’s a light touch, accidental perhaps, but the heat of his skin against yours is like an electric shock. You hold your breath, surprised by how much such a simple gesture can shake you.

“There’s still something alive in you,” he murmurs, his voice closer and lower. “Something that doesn’t belong here.”

You look at him, your heart beating too hard in your chest. You know you shouldn’t let anyone get past your mask, but with him it becomes harder every day.

And when your eyes meet, the air between you thickens, filled with a tension that goes beyond simple confrontation. It’s something else. Something more dangerous.

You stand still, caught between the urge to step back and the inexplicable need to stay there, to feel again the subtle touch of his fingers. His words echo in your mind, and it’s as if he can reach into your soul.

“You’re mistaken,” you finally manage to say, trying to keep your usual coldness, but your voice betrays a hint of the turmoil within you.

Gi-hun looks at you intently. It feels like he can see past your stoic demeanor, see the person behind the mask. And he seems to like what he sees.

There's a hint of a smile on his lips, and it hits you like a punch because you shouldn't be thinking these things, you shouldn't feel this way.

He takes a step forward, his chains clanking. “Then tell me something," he says, his eyes fixed on yours. "What is your name?”

His question throws you off balance. It’s against the rules, against everything you are trained for. Giving him anything, even your name, is a vulnerability, a crack in your armor. But you can’t look away from his gaze.

The silence stretches between you, the only sound the rhythmic pulse of your own heart, beating faster than it should.

Finally, you answer, your voice barely above a whisper, "Y/n."

The sound of your name in your own voice, given to someone you should treat only as a prisoner, feels like an act of rebellion.

Gi-hun repeats your name softly, as if tasting it. "Y/n," he says, rolling it on his tongue. "It suits you."

His eyes don't leave yours as he takes another step forward, his body straining against the chains that bind him. The space between you decreases dangerously, and the thought of stepping back seems so far away.

You can feel his breath on your skin, warm and close. The electric tension between you is palpable, crackling like an open fire.

“Y/n," he says again, and how can your name sound so sexy when he says it like that? The way it rolls off his tongue, each syllable like a caress.

You feel like you’re drowning, losing yourself in his gaze. You know you should be alert, that any moment someone could come to check on him. But it's as if the world outside doesn't exist. There's only him and you, caught in this strange game of attraction and tension.His wrists struggle against the handcuffs, the muscles in his arms flexing under the skin, and it’s a sight that steals your breath away.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers, his face so close to yours that you can count his eyelashes.

You mentally thanked yourself that you had the mask that still left you feeling cold. You nodded. His eyes fixed on yours, and he spoke so softly that his words seemed like a secret just for you.

He leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear. "I’ve been watching you," he whispered. "Since the first time you came into this cell."

Your heart skipped a beat. His words were unexpected, and the intimacy of his confession was overwhelming.

His eyes never left yours, holding your gaze as he continued. "I see the way you move, the way you look at me, even though you try to hide it behind that cold expression."

The space between you was practically non-existent now. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his skin so close to yours.

His voice, barely above a whisper, sent chills down your spine. "You’re different from the others," he said. "You’re not just a guard. You’re something more."

The air in the cell seemed charged, crackling with the tension between you. It was an almost magnetic pull, a force that kept you drawn to him.

His gaze was intense, his every word, every gesture carrying a weight that you couldn’t ignore. "I’ve seen things in your eyes," he continued, "behind that mask, that tell me there’s a real person in there. But you hide yourself so deeply."

You wanted to step back, to distance yourself from this dangerous feeling. But you couldn't. You were caught in the intensity of the moment, the raw emotion in his voice.

“You're like a puzzle," he said, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of your mask, almost touching your skin. "And I want to solve you."

The sensation of his fingertips against the mask sent a shiver down your spine. It was a touch that held more emotion than you wanted to acknowledge.

His gaze was like a flame, burning through the barriers you had set up, making you feel vulnerable yet strangely alive in his presence. "You've been observing me this whole time?" you asked, your voice hardly above a whisper.

His eyes seemed to see straight into your soul. "Every second," he answered, his words so sincere they stung. "Even when you don't think I'm looking."

It was a declaration of his interest in you, a confession that left you with more questions than answers. You felt exposed under his gaze, your walls crumbling in ways you hadn't expected.

He leaned a little closer, his breath mingling with yours. The chains on his wrists were the only thing separating your bodies.

"But I don't just observe, I listen," he said. "Your footsteps, your breathing. They speak more than words ever could."

Your breathing under the mask becomes heavier as you watch him.

He seemed to notice the erratic rhythm of your breathing, the rapid rise and fall of your chest. His eyes softened, as if he understood the effect he was having on you.

"See?" he murmured. "Your breathing speaks volumes."

His words were like a caress, his gaze like a physical touch, sending more shivers through your body.Your cheeks flushed under the mask, a heat that you couldn’t contain. You were caught in a vortex of emotions, torn between wanting to push him away and wanting to get even closer.

He seemed to sense your conflict. “You’re fighting yourself," he said. “But you don’t have to with me.”

The sincerity in his words was as alluring as it was terrifying. He was asking for your trust, for you to open up to him. But it meant giving him power over you, making yourself vulnerable to another person. And that was something you had learned to avoid.

You were like a wild animal, trapped between the need to flee and the desire to surrender."Trust is a dangerous thing," you said, your voice quiet but firm, an attempt to regain control.

Gi-hun nodded, a hint of a sad smile on his lips. "I know," he said. "But it’s also the only thing that can save us from this emptiness."

His words echoed within you, stirring long-buried emotions. Maybe he was right. Maybe there was a risk worth taking.

The chains on his wrists jangled as he tried to reach for you, but the binds wouldn’t allow him to go any further. His fingers stopped just short of touching your face, but you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

“I can't touch you," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "Not here. Not how I want."His gaze was intense, a mix of desire and helplessness. The fact that he couldn't reach for you, that the chains held him back, only heightened the tension between you.

"It’s dangerous," you warned, your voice faltering. "I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be talking to you like this. If anyone finds out..."

He nodded, a shadow of understanding crossing his face. "I know the risks," he said. "Believe me, I do. But the only thing I can feel in this place is you."

The gravity of his words hit you like a wave. He was confessing something deeper, giving words to sensations that you had been trying to bury.

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it harder to speak. "You don't even know me," you said, but it was a weak protest, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head gently, a trace of a smile playing on his lips. "I know more than you think," he said. "I see who you really are behind that mask."

His words were a dagger aimed directly at your heart. How could he see through you so easily, see things you had tried to keep hidden from the world, even from yourself?

"Even your breathing speaks volumes," he repeated, his gaze fixed on you, intense and unyielding. "I know the effect I have on you, whether you want to admit it or not."

You felt the air leaving that mask and you wanted to take it off to eliminate the last distance between you two. It was a ridiculous thought, an impulsive and dangerous one. To remove the mask in front of him was to reveal your true self, to give him a power over you that you had fought to keep at bay.

Yet, the desire to feel his skin against yours, to drop all the barriers, was almost overwhelming. You could see the same desire mirrored in his eyes, a shared but unspoken need to be seen, to touch.

"You want to take off the mask, don't you?" he said, almost as if reading your mind.His words, uttered with a hint of challenge, shook you to the core. He had read you so well, understood the conflict inside you so accurately. You hated it... and yet, you couldn't deny it anymore.

The conflict within you was reaching a breaking point. Your professional demeanor, your training, the safety of the mask, and the voice inside that warned you to stay away all fought against the growing need to be closer to him, to feel his skin against yours.

His eyes watched you, the intensity and sincerity in them holding you captive. "Don't be afraid," he whispered, his words a gentle coaxing. "Don't hide behind the mask."

The command in his voice did things to you that you didn't want to admit. It was a plea, a command, a request, all wrapped up in one. Your mind was a turmoil of conflicting desires - to cling to your solitude and to surrender to his gaze.

His words echoed in your head and you reached for your mask, your fingers trembling as they touched the straps.You hesitated, and every second of that hesitation felt like an eternity. Your fingers on the strap trembled, a battle warring within you. His gaze was like a magnet, drawing you closer to him even as your heart warned you to stay away.

Every fiber of your being wanted to let go. But the voice of self-preservation, the voice that had shielded you thus far, still held you back.

"Don't think about it," he said, as if reading your mind again. "Just let go."

The low, soft command in his voice was enough to make your heart skip a beat. There was an undertone of desire, of need in his tone, and it broke down your barriers more than any amount of persuading could.

Your heart was a drumbeat, deafening in your ears. Every rational thought, every warning from your mind was silenced by the look in his eyes, by the magnetic pull that seemed to draw you to him. You felt exposed and yet, you wanted to surrender to the feeling.Your fingers fumbled with the mask, each movement agonizingly slow. Every moment it clung to your face was torture, a barrier between you and the touch of his skin.

His eyes never left your face, watching intently as your fingers pulled the straps loose. The mask loosened around your face, falling halfway, revealing your lips.

The air in the room felt charged as his gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips, and you felt vulnerable, unguarded, yet strangely powerful under his attention. His breath caught as your face became more fully visible, and you could sense the desire growing in him.

His gaze traced every line and contour of your features, as if committing the sight to memory.

"You're even more beautiful without the mask," he murmured, his voice a low, reverential utterance.

The words were like flattery, but the sincerity in his tone made them feel more like a declaration. You felt yourself warming up under his gaze, a heat coursing through your body that had nothing to do with the room.

You stood there, the last defense of your mask discarded, the final guard stripped away under his gaze. You were raw, exposed, yet you felt strangely alive, hyper-aware of the fact that he was the only one who has seen you like this.

The chains rattled as he shifted, trying to get closer to you. They held him back, a cruel reminder of the reality of your situation.

"I want to touch you," he said, his voice a ragged whisper. "I want to know if you feel as good as you look."There was a note of pleading in his voice, a hunger that echoed in your own body. The desire to be touched, to be desired, was overwhelming, and the knowledge that he wanted you so badly only heightened the sensation.

His eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with an intensity that made your blood boil. His words, his presence, everything about him felt consuming, like a fire that burned away all the doubts, leaving only the raw, primal need.

"I've never felt this way," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need you."The weight of his words settled on you like a physical touch, echoing in your chest, and you realized that your need for him was just as potent. The walls you had built, the barriers you had put up all crumbled under the force of your combined desire.

His wrists pulled against the chains, a desperate attempt to reach for you. The sound of his frustration, the clinking of metal, was a sharp counterpoint to the quiet tension that filled the room.

"Let me touch you," he begged, his voice rough with need. "Please."His words were like music to your ears, a symphony that reverberated through your body. His need for you was not just physical, but emotional, and the realization hit you hard. You wanted to give in, to let him touch you, to end this torturous desire.

Your body was responding to his words, to the raw need in his eyes, a heat spreading through you that you couldn't control. You took a step closer, your knees threatening to buckle under the weight of your own desire.

The space between you shrank with every step, the air crackling with an electric current that seemed to pull you both together. His body strained against the chains, his muscles flexing as he exerted all his strength to reach for you.“If I untie you, promise me you won't make any attempt to escape,” you whispered.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a mix of surprise and urgency in them. "I promise," he said, his voice hoarse with suppressed need. "I just want to touch you."The sincerity in his words, the ache in his tone, was undeniable.

You nodded, your mind racing with excitement and fear. Trusting him was a dangerous move, one that could end in disaster, but the desire to feel his touch was overpowering.

You moved cautiously towards him, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached for the chains. With swift, practiced motions, you began to loosen the bindings around his wrists.

As the chains fell away, you both waited a moment, frozen in anticipation. He flexed his wrists, as if savoring the returning freedom. Then, slowly, he reached out, his hand hovering just millimeters from your face.The touch was like sparks igniting on your skin, a sensation that made your heart thud in your chest. His fingers traced along your jawline, his touch as gentle as if you were made of glass. His gaze never left yours, his breath catching as he felt your skin for the first time.

The intimacy of the moment was almost overwhelming. His touch was like a drug, sending waves of pleasure through your body with each brush of his fingertips. You felt like you were drowning, your senses saturated with him.

His hand moved down, tracing the contour of your neck, the hollow of your collarbone. Every nerve in your body seemed to ignite under his touch.

You look at him with desire and without thinking, you climb astride him. As you straddled him, his eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with desire. He looked up at you, his gaze roaming over your body hungrily, his hands shifting to grip your thighs, holding you in place.

The tension between you was palpable, the air around you charged with the electricity of your shared need. Your skin felt hot where he touched you, a fire burning within you that only he could ignite. His grip on your thighs was tight, his fingers digging into your flesh as if he would never let go.

You caressed his cheeks, then his jaw, and then you kissed him.

Your lips met his, and it was like a dam breaking. The contact was electric, igniting a thousand sparks in your body. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, his touch desperate and rough.The kiss deepened, a fusion of desire and need exploding between you. His lips were soft, yet demanding, and you could feel his hunger, his urgency in each movement.

His hands began to move, roaming up your body, tracing every curve with a possessiveness that thrilled you. It was like he was committing every inch of you to memory. His fingers found the exposed skin between your uniform and your skin, and the touch was like wildfire, leaving you gasping against his mouth.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, his gaze locking onto yours. "You have no idea how crazy you're driving me," he murmured, his thumb tracing the contour of your bottom lip.His voice was low, hoarse with desire, and the raw emotion behind it made your heart skip a beat. "I've been dreaming about this," he confessed, his hands moving over your body as if they couldn't get enough of you. "About touching you, tasting you...having you."

You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the need rolling off him in waves. His fingers dipped under the edge of your uniform, finding more skin, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "You're so much better than I ever imagined," he rasped, his lips brushing your neck, finding a sensitive spot that made you shiver.

His mouth traced a path along your neck, his kisses turning harder, more possessive. You felt like you were coming undone under his touch, like every barrier you'd erected around yourself was crumbling with every press of his lips. His body was hard against yours, his muscles coiled taut with desire.

His hands were everywhere, exploring your body as if he could never get enough. His fingers traced the curves of your waist, your hips, your thighs, his touch leaving a trail of fire that spread through you. He pulled you closer, pressing you against him, and you could feel the evidence of his desire, the hard, hot proof of his need.

You start kissing his jaw as you grind against his erection.

He let out a groan, the sound rough and needy, as you kissed along his jaw. His hands left your thighs, shifting to grip the edge of the cot, digging his fingers into the soft material as if trying to anchor himself to reality.

At that moment your walkie talkie hears a voice, saying that he needed you to control other players. The sudden sound of the walkie-talkie shattered the intensity of the moment like a cold splash of water. You paused, frustration and irritation mingling with desire as you realized you were being called away.

"I'm coming sir," you said to the walkie talkie.

You looked at Gi-hun and gave him one last kiss before chaining him up again.

His gaze followed you as you stepped back, his expression a mix of disappointment and resignation. The moment had been interrupted, but the tension between you still hung heavy in the air. You forced yourself to step back, to regain control of your emotions as you tightened the chains around him once more.

He watched you in silence, his eyes dark and intense, the air around him still charged with the aftermath of your touch.

You put your mask back on and walked to the door. "I'll be back," you said and gave him one last look before walking away.

He nodded, his gaze still fixed on you as you walked away, leaving him behind once again. His expression was stoic, but you could see the disappointment in his eyes as you shut the door, locking him back into isolation.

#seong gi hun #gi hun x in ho #gi hun x reader #gi hun x you #seong gi hun x reader #seong gi hun x you #gi hun smut #squid game x oc #squid game x fem!reader #squid game x y/n #squid game x reader #squid game x you #squid game imagine #squid game imagines #squid game fic #squid game fanfic #squid game smut

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im-not-just-physical · 3 months ago

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im thinking about being gi robot hearted

not only that because he is basically soldier, but also because he hates nazis

and I love the military stuff and hate Nazis and ww2 is my interest

and oh how I love GUNS and TANKS and uniforms and helmets and all of this for so many years.

or maybe the mf in my head whispered to me that I should be hearting this one because of him

like hey loook at him

that's the mfs kin in my head and my other heart

#alterhuman #nonhuman #other hearted #otherhearted #other heart #gi robot hearted #alterhuman stuff #alterhumanity #alterbeing #soviet kin #sovietkin #other kin #otherkin shift #otherkin community #otherkin #kinning #hearttype #heart type

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sweatinghoneybee · 4 months ago

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Yay finish this one! After finishing Connie I just gotta draw Lloyd cause the way that he is described really sounds found to me especially his oni dragon form! And also cause I seriously need to practice drawing guys like seriously the last time I drew a guy was in October and I think that doesn't quite seem fair since the guy was just an au version of MC that I've made and since he's a robot I took some liberties on not fully drawing the human anatomy so yeah, tho still cute mechanic boy tho.

Honestly I didn't go too crazy with the design and just drew Lloyd the way the fanfic described him which what I've listed is pale, tall, athletic body, pointed ears, fangs, freckles, scars, bright green eyes, and mussed styled blonde hair. Honestly if I'm being honest I was just trying to give him a elven vampire look cause like come on just read the description Lloyd was given in the fic? Pointed eared fanged blond haired boy with green eyes that can also turn red AND purple? No wonder the reader of this fic is simping for him, he's basically a combo of fantasy elf prince and horror vampire lover and with her book loving heart she couldn't handle the amount of hotness he is! 乁⁠[⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]⁠ㄏ

And then for his ninja gi at first I wanted to draw Lloyd with his gi in the cover of the fanfic from Wattpad but I decided to add in elements from his gi in the sons of garmadon and took some liberties cause I couldn't draw the mask right cause I ended up making him look like a wrapped sausage with the first mask I drew him in, tho with this experience I now understand why most fanarts of the ninjas in Ninjago are them not wearing masks cause like those things are HARD to draw. Or maybe that's just me, seriously can someone confirm to me if I'm right for this cause like when I search up Ninjago fanarts most of them are the ninjas not wearing their masks ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌

The real fun was when I drew the oni dragon form! Tho I was working backwards with drawing Uchu first cause since he's described as the evolved version of Lloyd in his oni dragon form It was an easier process with making Uchu first cause if I made his final form then I can work out what it may look like in it's premature state! Tho I will say this even tho it's a fun experience drawing this it was NOT easy cause the description of this form is something. Uchu and Lloyd's horns are described like crowns on their head but with how it's described with Lloyd grabbing his front horn and also the two fronts of it being kissed but the horns also described as tiered with each set being longer then the others, I was seriously racking my head trying to figure out what it looks like and don't even get me started with Uchu's horns then being described as antler like this part seriously put dents in my brain (⁠~⁠_⁠~⁠;⁠) Tho luckily at the end i end up getting a design I like and with the horns design finish I just sorta made Uchu's form literally just more exaggerated and longer but trying my best to make it look regal the best I can. Tho I just made Uchu have super long braid cause I just thought it would be so cool that in his oni dragon form his hair grew longer which give him like a dragon looking tail braid and I thought it would be so cute Saisho braiding and brushing her hubby's hair. And I just gave Lloyd's oni dragon form not that exaggerated, long and darker and I was done! Tho I gotta admit I'm sad that I couldn't color his scales have that golden shine to them but sadly my yellow pen ink got covered too mush with the black colored pencil so there's nothing I could do about it, but besides that I'm happy with the results cause I honestly did not think I could do anatomy besides girls this well since I haven't practiced it a lot! ⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃

If anyone is wondering what the heck I'm talking about this is a fanart from Ninjago fanfic made by @samseaaa called butterfly effect, here's a link any of you would like to check it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42409836/chapters/107794638?view_adult=tru

Hope you guys check it out cause this story has already had 66 chapters and it's not even finish yet and turns out this was still book 1?!?! Seriously go check it out the story is super cute fluffy romance with a gun shot of angsts hope you guys enjoy reading along! ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

#sweatinghoneybee #fanfic #fanfic recommendation #fanart #traditional drawing #traditional illustration #traditional art #tbe ninjago #ninjago #ninjago x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd garmadon #drawing boys are so hard #first spinjitzu master #dragononi

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nick-writes-stuff · 5 months ago

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Two-Sided Reunion

Hwang In-ho x gn!reader

Summary: The games continue despite the failed mutiny of the games. The players left in Gi-hun's group have to manage the next game on their own. Just when you have accepted your fate, you are escorted to the quarters of the man in charge, your childhood friend. He'd been waiting for you to arrive, and he knows just how to convince you to stay. [This is a part two to my fic "One-sided Reunion," but it can be read stand-alone]

warnings: PTSD mentioned/described, reader thinks they are going to die and is okay with that, canon-typical violence, manipulation/lying

a/n: IT'S HERE! 5.9k words. i'm so happy with this one, I hope you all enjoy it. this isn't the last you'll see from this concept, but i am taking a break from it for a bit.

You had no idea what to expect after the games continued. The attempted coup was a total failure. Except for Dae-ho and Hyun-ju, no one who left the room to fight had lived to tell the tale. You didn't have to imagine what happened to most of them. When you all were escorted to the fourth game, the stairs were still littered with the players' bodies. You noticed that there were no bodies of the pink soldiers, so either the revolution was squandered quickly with no guard casualties, or the soldiers were given the courtesy of the black coffins. The violence was memorialized with blood stains, bullet holes, and shell casings. It was horrific. The game maker's message was definitely clear.

You noticed that there were a few bodies missing. Young-il, Gi-hun, and Jung-bae. They must have made it into the control room. When they weren't announced with the others, you had some form of hope that they made it out okay, but they were announced shortly after the soldiers had stormed back into the dormitory with guns blazing.

Part of you was glad that they weren't anywhere to be seen. You think you would have broken down if you saw Young-il's body. You two were decently close in the games, all things considered. He saved your life during Mingle in that last round. Despite your argument, he was probably your closest ally in the games. And he looked too much like In-ho. Seeing him like that would have broken you.

The players weren't given food before the next game would begin. There was also no opportunity to vote again either. The promise created by the tie vote would never be kept. Maybe they knew that the players would vote to leave after the bloodshed that had occurred. X's and O's alike were nervous as they entered the white room. There was no animosity between the groups anymore. You all realized that any conflict you had was fabricated by the gamemakers.

"Attention Players:" The robotic voice began. You felt your heart race. You could hardly focus on the voice as it spoke. "This game will be played in groups of three. You will have ten minutes to pick your groups.

The members left in the group formed by Gi-hun looked at each other. You all no longer had the wisdom of your two best players, Gi-hun and Young-il. You tried to think about what games you could be playing. Three players was a strange number, as there weren't any games that were strictly teams of three. You also had the issue that your group had eight players, which was not divisible by three. You had yourself, Dae-ho, Hyun-ju, the mother and son duo, Jun-hee and the crypto influencer (you knew they were acquainted somehow, but it wasn't clear), and the younger boy who had previously been with Thanos, who you didn't even know the name of.

Hyun-ju spoke first. "Do you guys think we should pair up together or spread out to other groups?"

You tried to remember what Gi-hun had said about his games. You knew he mentioned something about a game with a group of two, and it was something he didn't have the heart to talk about. That game was a touchy subject for him, so that was likely a very cutthroat game. But he never mentioned teams of three.

"Do we even have any idea of what we're playing?" Player 333 asked.

No one had any ideas. Gi-hun wasn't here to give any information from the previous games. You all were going into this blindly. "I mean, it could be Go-Stop." You offered half-heartedly. You doubted that it would be entertaining for the people running the games.

The silence lingered for a few moments before someone spoke. "Well, no matter what, l'm pairing up with my son." The older woman said, grabbing the man's arm. You knew he wanted to object by looking at his face, but he didn't. He probably knew that any resistance would be futile, and he needed to be near to protect her.

Jun-hee spoke up. "I could go with you guys." She offered.

Myung-gi objected quickly, "No way, you're with me."

She clearly didn't want that option, but something swayed her to accept it.

You met Hyun-ju's gaze before looking over to Dae-ho. "Do you have someone you want to team with?" You asked him.

Dae-ho had changed completely after the attempted coup. He came back for more ammo but started to have a panic attack. Probably from PTSD from his time in the marines. After they announced Jung-bae's elimination, he hadn't said much of anything to anyone since. He was a shell of his former self.

He didn't even show any recognition that you were speaking to him. He just stared with the same deadpan stare, looking in the direction of Jun-hee, but he wasn't looking at her. It's more like he was looking through her.

You sighed softly. You didn't want to leave him behind, but you were also afraid that if this was a team game like the 6-legged race, his state of shock would ruin the chances of his team's survival.

“I can go with Dae-ho and try to find another person.” Hyun-ju said.

You winced. Hyun-ju was a great player, and the idea of losing her because she had to work with the shell-shocked Dae-ho would crush you. "If that's what you want, that's fine." You mumbled.

You looked over to Player 125. “Which group do you want to be with?"

He seemed conflicted at first as his anxiety got to him. He took a breath and looked over to the mother and son. "Can I go with you guys?" He asked, voice shaking.

They both nodded, and you looked over to Jun-hee and Myung-gi. "I guess I'm with you guys then."

You all waited out the rest of the time until the game began. You all walked into a room that looked like a recreation of a neighborhood. There were small houses, and the alleys connecting them were all decorated. It even looked like the road was actually paved with asphalt. It was a fairly big room as well, but how would you play most games in a more enclosed space?

“Attention Players: The game you are playing is Hide and Seek. You will be playing with the two players you have chosen." The announcement played, using a voice too cheery for the situation.

You felt your blood run cold. This wasn't a team game at all.

"The player with the lowest number will be the seeker and the other two will be the hiders."

All three of you looked at the number on your jacket. 032. You were seeking.

"The hiders will be given five minutes to hide while the seekers will be blindfolded. Then, the seekers will have five minutes to search for the hiders. The seeker must touch the hider to find them. If the seeker finds a hider, that hider will be eliminated. If the seeker does not find both hiders, the seeker will be eliminated." The voice continued. "Let me repeat the instructions...”

The voice faded out as it continued. You couldn't hear anything over the beating of your heart. Your breathing quickened as you comprehended the information. The only way you would live is if you killed the other two.

You heard the cries of Geum-ja realizing her son, Player 7, was the seeker, and the pair had no chance of making it out alive together. You didn't hear anything from Hyun-ju. You at least knew that Dae-ho wouldn't be the seeker, but you didn't even know if he would be able to hide on his own. You hoped that their third member was the seeker.

You were still standing in shock as the guard put a black burlap sack over your head and pushed you toward the outer wall. Your mind was racing as you tried to think of any way to salvage the situation. There wasn't one, but your optimistic nature made you want to hope there was one. You couldn't bear to eliminate the other two, especially since Jun-hee had the baby to worry about. You wanted to live, but you weren't that selfish.

The five minutes rushed by. Your blindfold was removed, and the timer restarted with five more minutes on the clock. Everyone else started dashing around the room, desperately trying to find the hiders, but you really didn't care. You walked around aimlessly, taking in as much of the experience as you could since it was going to be your last

You flinched as the first gunshot rang out. You didn't even hear the number of the player who died. You just kept thinking how that was going to be you in a few minutes.

You eventually stumbled into Hyun-ju and Dae-ho Hyun-ju wasn't her group's seeker, thankfully. She put a finger to her lips. You just nodded and walked away.

You kept walking around, making it look like you were actively seeking, but you weren't. Around the one minute mark, you did end up seeing Jun-hee and Myung-gi.

The man started to turn and get Jun-hee to run, but you just shook your head. He gave you a confused look. "I'm not gonna do this. I can't do this to you guys." You said, voice wavering.

Jun-hee gave you a knowing look, eyes starting to well up with tears. Myung-gi, on the other hand, eyed you suspiciously. He was worried this was a ruse and you would use it to distract them.

"Just do me a favor.” You asked, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. “Vote to end them if they let you. And if not, don't let one of the O assholes win. Get out of here alive, please." You said with a rueful chuckle. You looked up to the timer. 30 seconds left.

You heard Jun-hee start crying, murmuring words of thanks as more gunshots rang out. "Thank you. We won't forget your kindness." Myung-gi said with a slight bow, most likely a way of apologizing for doubting your intentions.

"I'm gonna go so you don't have to see it." You said before walking off to find a secluded spot. Following Young-il's example, you were trying to shield your allies from seeing your demise. You sat on a bench, taking deep breath.

Once the timer went off, you let out a broken sob. It was over. You started hearing gunshots and player eliminations. You only caught one of them. Player 7. He saved his mom. He did call her a survivor after all.

You saw a triangle guard walk toward you. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping he would make it quick.

You heard a gunshot.

You didn't feel any pain.

You stayed still. Maybe it was another guard shooting someone else.

"Player 32, eliminated."

What? Were you dead?

By the time you opened your eyes, the soldier was in front of you and put his clothed hand over your mouth before you could say anything. You tried fighting him off, but he only sharply whispered, "Be quiet."

You listened. What else would you do?

You stayed like that until the doors slammed shut. You assumed all the surviving players were going back to the dorm. He removed his hand from your face but grabbed your shoulder to keep you there.

Two other guards came over to you. One with a square and another triangle with a gun in hand.

"Follow me." The square guard ordered. He didn't say anything else before beginning to walk away. Of course you listened.

You walked with the two armed guards behind you. You looked around to see if you saw any other bodies you recognized, but you didn't. You hoped the others in your group were okay. You walked past the forklift carrying the black coffins to put the players in. You should be in one of those now.

'Did I do something wrong?" You asked. You were greeted with silence. No, of course you hadn't done something wrong. If you had, they would have just shot you. That's how they deal with rulebreakers. You knew that. You saw that on your way to the game hall.

You followed them wordlessly, wiping the tears from your face. You had more questions, but you knew you wouldn't get answers. You started thinking through the possibilities that might occur to you. None of them were good. You were led into an elevator. The guard hit a button, and the door shut. You stood and waited to see where you were going to end up.

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In-ho had started creating this game the second he was back in the control room. The fourth game had always been meant to be a cutthroat, alliance breaking game. It was consistently the Marble game for several years, but he didn't know if Gi-hun had told any of the players about that game. If he did, there was a chance the remaining members of his group would account for that scenario. He needed a game that was just as heartbreaking but could still allow you to be pulled out of the game, so he devised hide-and-seek.

Most of the rules for the game worked well for the circumstances. Deciding who would be the seeker was difficult. His first thought was to make it random to ensure you were the seeker. But after the coup, he decided against it so the players didn't think the seekers were being punished by the gamemakers. That's the last thing he wanted. Choosing the player with the lowest number was a gamble. He knew that Player 7 was one of your allies, so if you decided to have him in your group, you wouldn't be the seeker and therefore couldn't be pulled out. Luckily, you hadn't joined them. He smiled a bit under his mask when he noticed.

Once the doors were shut, the game was ready to commence. He did feel a little bad when he saw you start to panic upon realizing what the game meant. He swallowed tensely. He knew this was going to be a hard moment to stomach for both of you. In order for the plan to work, you had to think you were going to die. He didn't want to see it, but it was necessary.

During the game, he found himself only watching you. His eyes gravitated toward whatever screen you were displayed on. He was surprised that you seemed so resigned to your fate. He assumed the only reason you did was the fact you knew Jun-hee was pregnant.

He noticed you walk away from the pair, and that confused him at first. It was a good thing for him after all since it made it easier for you to be unseen. He watched you start to panic and cry uncontrollably once the timer hit zero. He turned away from the screen, only slightly at first to look away, but then he looked over to the guard in black. "Continue with the normal schedule." He said quickly. Once the players were on their way to the dorm, he turned on his heel and made his way up to his living quarters

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When the elevator doors slid open, you weren't expecting to see the elegant suite. Why was this here? And why were you being led to it?

You looked over to the square guard. "Should I go in?" You asked. No reaction. It shouldn't have surprised you.

As you decided to step forward, you saw someone come down the hall. A man in black with a polygonal mask. It's the guy Gi-hun had mentioned talking to when he was in the limousine. You tensed up slightly upon this realization. What the hell did you do to warrant this?

"Hello, Player 32." He greeted. His mask clearly had some form of voice filter, as his voice was pitched down slightly.

Before you could respond, you heard the elevator doors shut behind you. You turned to investigate the noise, and when you realized the answer was obvious, you nervously cleared your throat. You gave him a bow of respect. "Hello, sir." You said meekly.

He chuckled, a sound that relaxed you slightly. "There's no need for such pleasantries." He said. The mask blocked all of your ability to see any nonverbal cues from him. It was somewhat unnerving. "Do you have any idea why you are here?" He asked. He knew he was leading you on a bit here by not being straightforward with the reason, but it was all in good fun.

You shook your head. "No, sir. I shouldn't be alive right now. But they just brought me here.'" You said, trying not to stumble over your words. It was hard because saying the phrase 'I shouldn't be alive right now' was harrowing

"Do you want to know why?”

You seemed confused. Why would you say no to that? You doubted it was a trick question. You nodded.

“Because I told them to." He said bluntly

You murmured a soft "oh" before sighing in disappointment. You had hoped he would give you more context.

He chuckled lightly at your reaction. You seemed to relax a bit, but you definitely didn't seem comfortable yet. He continued, "You were invited here because we share a common goal. We're trying to find someone who left us long ago.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. "How do you know that?" You asked. It wasn't like there was an interview to get into the games. You had only told a few trusted friends about your situation

He winced under the mask at the question, but he was able to recover from that oversight quickly. "You would be surprised how much reconnaissance we do before recruiting players."

You didn't know why you hadn't thought of that. Of course they would. They had already shown they knew exactly how much debt you were in. Even before you called the number on the business card. The man with the suitcase knew it too.

"See, this is a huge coincidence. The person I'm looking for is you." He said. That was a half truth. He hadn't been looking for you until he first saw you in the games. But he'd been watching out for you since then.

Your eyes widened. The person in charge has been looking for you? What did you do? How did you somehow wrong the same man that now holds your life in his hands? What was he gonna do to you? Your breaths started to quicken as your mind raced.

He was quick to dispel your fears. "Calm down, okay? It's nothing malicious. If I wanted to harm you, I could easily have done it by now." He said. He chose those words carefully. It asserted the power he had but also showed you that he could be trusted.

That statement didn't make you feel any better, but you at least made an attempt to appear calm externally.

He chuckled again. “I'll stop pulling your leg now.” He said before reaching up to take down his hood. You were only growing increasingly confused. What the hell did that mean?

You only got more nervous as he started to pull off his mask. The triangle guard that Gi-hun stole the gun from acted like being unmasked was a death sentence. Was the act of unmasking a display of respect or meant to signal that you won't be around to cause consequences?

Your brain ran a mile a minute once you saw his face. You studied his face. Your mouth fell open as you tried to get your brain to work.

You first recognized him as Young-il. You didn't know how to feel about that. You were happy he didn't die, but you were just so confused by the prospect. How did he survive? Was he really the same person as Gi-hun mentioned?

You started to stutter out “Y-Youn-” before stopping as your brain made sense of the situation at hand.

Young-il's similarity to In-ho was obvious to you since you first saw him. Young-il looked similar to how you remembered your friend's appearance, but time had likely changed what In-ho looked like since you saw him last. But he acted a lot like In-ho as well. He was willing to help others with whatever they needed, and he also knew how to rationally take control of a situation to do what needed to be done. You saw this in Mingle, with some unfortunate consequences. Pairing this with how insistent he was about talking about the man he reminded you of, the puzzle solved itself.

“In-ho?” Your voice shook. Not out of fear this time. You were overwhelmed by several emotions. Mostly shock, but also excitement and confusion.

The second you saw him nod slightly with a smile, you couldn't stop yourself from rushing toward him. You wrapped your arms around him, crying into his chest.

His smile grew when you did so. He finally let the mask fall from his fingers, the clattering on the floor signaling his newfound freedom. He wrapped his arms around you as well. He let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. His shoulders felt loose for the first time in a long time, free of the weight of the role of the Front Man. He really was In-ho at this moment and nothing else.

You wanted to just soak in the moment, but you realized how many questions you had for him. Most of them were questions you had been asking yourself for years. Why did he leave? Why didn't he tell you anything? But there were some new, more troubling questions arising. How did he end up running the games? Why would he even decide to hold them in the first place? Why did he play in the games if he was really the man in charge?

By the time you pulled away, you had been thinking long enough that your tears had dried. You stumbled over your words at first, trying to decide which question to ask first. When that failed, you looked at him and just said “Explain.”

“When I left, I was leaving to join the games to pay for her treatments.” He said, referring to his wife. You knew the situation well. “I won the games and made it out with the money. I stopped back at the hospital as soon as I could, but she and the baby had passed while I was away.” He said. His voice was soft and solemn.

“I just couldn't come back to you like that. I already seemed like a deadbeat for leaving in the first place. How do I explain the money I came back with? So I just went wherever my feet took me.” He said.

Your eyebrows furrowed, looking up at him. “How did you end up back here? Why would you…” You questioned, trailing off as you couldn't form the words to ask what you really wanted to.

His next statement was one he had thought about for a while. He had hardly slept the night before, finding his mind running through how he would answer your questions. He wanted this to go well. He wanted to be able to rebuild this relationship and get a shred of his old life back. Explaining why he was continuing the games was a vital part of this encounter. What he was going to say was mostly true. The broad strokes were accurate, but he couldn't tell you every detail, so some were exaggerated. Nothing was outright false, but intentions and specifics can be blurred when the only other person who was there died years ago. Il-nam was the only one who could prove him wrong.

Was it wrong to lie to you? Maybe. In his mind, he was protecting you from the gory detail and giving you the opportunity to be outside the realms of the game. Learning too much can put a target on your back. If he tried to leave the operation now, he would be leaving in a wooden box. By keeping you out of it, he was protecting you from that fate.

He sighed. “I was hardly living for a while. I was homeless because I couldn't convince myself to use the money. Eventually I received another business card. I was vulnerable and they knew that. They told me that I was wasting my chance at life by not using the money. But they gave me the proposition of working with them. If I wasn't going to appreciate my opportunity, I could help them provide the opportunity to others.”

You took a deep breath. It was hard to hear. On one hand, he chose to leave and not say a word. He could have at least given you and his family any sign he was okay. But you also put yourself in his perspective. Would you have been thinking rationally if you made it out of the games with that much trauma?

“I still wish you would have reached out somehow.” You said, trying to mask any bitterness in your tone. It was true and you were bitter but you knew it wasn't fair to be.

He nodded wistfully. “I wish I did too. I was just… ashamed, I guess.” He said.

You sighed. “I just don't understand why you would agree to help with the games at all. Especially when you saw how they were from the other side.” You said. You weren't going to be convinced without an explanation for that. That decision led to the deaths of hundreds of people. He was going to need a good reason for that.

“You have to realize, the higher-ups don't see the game from that perspective. They don't care about the individual players.” He said. Your eyes widened slightly. You didn't know this operation was so widespread. Gi-hun had made it seem like the Front Man was the head of the organization. He continued, “They told me that the games were the best way to give people a fair and equal chance to change their lives.”

You gave a slightly annoyed sigh, shaking your head. “But how many people died? The collateral damage is severe to offer just one person that chance,” you countered.

“They described it as a mercy killing.” He said. You clearly didn't like that phrasing by your facial expressions, so he continued. “What I mean by that is they were lessening their suffering. Out in the world, they would spend years being chased down by loan sharks and organ harvesters. Here, they make it quick.”

You opened your mouth to interject, but he continued.

“I'm not saying that this is the correct way to solve their problems. I wasn't in my right mind when they convinced me.” He said. This was the most disingenuous he had been during this encounter, but he still wasn't lying. Most would say he couldn't have been in his right mind if he made the decision to allow hundreds of people to be killed to ‘take out the trash’ of society.

He did a quick scan of the room, seeming to be looking for another presence in the room. That made you nervous. Is there someone else here? Before you could say anything, he spoke in a softer voice as if he was telling you a secret. “I'm in too deep now. They'd kill me if I tried to leave.”

That's a true statement. There was no way he would be able to leave the operation now. He knew too much so he would become a loose end. Good thing he doesn't intend on leaving.

Call it naivete on your part, but you pitied him. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to. He would have come back if he could. He didn't say that, but that's what he means, right?

“Oh my god.” You said, still somewhat in shock of it all. You thought for a moment. “So why were you playing in the games?” You asked.

He shook his head with a sigh. “They wanted someone to watch over Gi-hun to make sure he stayed in line. I was expendable and they knew I had experience.” He said. That was mostly true, but there was little chance he would have failed the games. He obviously knew the trick for Red Light Green Light. The six-legged race was more dangerous, but he was in more control over it than anyone knew. And for Mingle he memorized the sequence of the numbers, which was a detail he had almost let slip.

You didn't know what to say. You felt so bad for him. You felt bad for the anger you felt when he left without saying goodbye. For the times you had let Jun-ho curse his brother's name for causing them to worry. For the times his mom called him a bad husband for walking out on his wife. You wanted to apologize for the resentment and bitterness because he doesn't deserve that.

“You know, I'm actually kind of glad they put me back in the games.” He said softly.

You gave him a confused look. “Why? Wasn't that traumatic?” You asked. It shook you to your core, and you didn't even have past experiences to haunt your mind.

He nodded. “Yeah, of course. But…” He trailed off. He tore his gaze down to his hands, and you could swear you saw a light blush dust his cheeks. “I can't even describe how it felt to see you there.” He said.

“Obviously I wish it could have been under different circumstances,” he started. You nodded with a light chuckle, a sound which made him smile a bit. “But seeing you there felt like I was seeing an angel. A glimmer of hope. I never thought I would be able to have any piece of my old life back.”

You were the one blushing now. Once it seemed like he was done talking, you spoke: “I-is that why I'm still… here.” You paused shortly because you got hung up realizing you were going to ask why you were still alive.

He nodded. “It wasn't easy, but after the attempted coup, I managed to get them to allow me to pull you out of the game.” He said.

You seemed puzzled. “Isn't that against the rules though?” You asked. The gamemakers had a considerable amount of rules, and you couldn't understand why they would be willing to compromise on a rule as important as player eliminations.

He sighed. “Technically yes, but it's something we did previously. The man who originally started the games was dying, and he wanted to be able to play the games for real. So we arranged for him to play the first three games with some protection and be pulled out after the fourth. It was decided that, under very special circumstances, we could pull a player out of the games alive after they were eliminated as long as they weren't seen by any other players.” He explained. You nodded as you took in all the information. It was a lot to process.

“Thank you.” You said softly. It sunk in that you would be dead without him. He was your saving grace.

His face turned into a friendly smirk. “As if I'd let anything happen to you. You still owe me money from that last trip to that tteokbokki stall.” He said.

You giggled softly, grinning as well. “That's not how I remember that going, but sure, tteokbokki on me next time.” You shot back jokingly. You both shared a laugh before quieting for a moment. That joke was the most normalcy that either of you experienced in a long time.

You had a question to ask, but you were scared to hear the answer.

“So what happens now?”

You wouldn't imagine In-ho would do anything to you, but you didn't know what the gamemakers would do. Are you allowed to go home? Or will they keep you there? Or would they kill you?

“That's up to you. No matter what, it's really important that you don't say a word of this to anyone. I think we'd both be in danger if you did.” He said. “You would be welcome here if you want. You wouldn't have to deal with the games if you don't want to. Or I could have someone escort you back to the mainland.”

He would be taking a risk letting you leave the island, but he was willing to gamble here. You would do anything for him, and he knew that. If you thought he would be killed if you disclosed the information, you weren't going to say anything. You already said you would do anything to have him back, so you would keep quiet if it meant that he was safe.

And he was right. How could you leave him alone again? You meant what you said. You would do anything.

If you stayed, you didn't have to be a part of the games. Did staying mean you were supporting their existence? You didn't think so. Staying with In-ho didn't mean you approved of them. It just meant that you missed your friend. Even so, you don't think that argument would have changed your mind. In your case, the games did their job. They helped you to change your life for the better. This was your chance.

You didn't really have anything left out there in the real world anyway. You had already readied yourself to die in the place of Jun-hee and Myung-gi during the game. Nothing out there was important enough for you to fight to stay alive then. You sat there and were expecting a bullet to the skull, and you had been at peace with that outcome.

Sure, you had Jun-ho, but he had been so absorbed in a case and you had hardly seen him in months. You only had your dad in your biological family, and you two were hardly on speaking terms most of the time. He most likely wouldn't have allowed you back home if you hadn't brought the money with you. Here you didn't have to deal with your dad's loan sharks who were threatening to drag you into debt too. Even though this place seemed dangerous, this felt like a swimming pool compared to the ocean you were struggling in out there.

And here you have In-ho. You missed him so fucking much. Laughing with him earlier was the best you had felt in a long time. Since he left, it felt like a piece of your soul had vanished. The spark was gone and you proceeded to be swallowed by the shadows and darkness of the world around you. You had been so low before that even being in his presence now felt like you were on top of the world.

If you stayed, you would be leaving just like In-ho had. You resented him for it then, but you regret ever being mad at him for it. You understand now. Maybe Jun-ho will curse your name too. He'll call you a deadbeat and give up hope of finding you.

It doesn't matter though.

As long as you're happy, right?

You smiled. “Fuck it. I'll stay.”

He welcomed you into his embrace with open arms.

#squid game fanfic #squid game x reader #squid game x you #in ho x reader #hwang in ho x reader #front man x reader #nick writes stuff

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shybluebirdninja · 9 months ago

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Winter Shrink

Summary: When Bucky accidentally gets shrunk to the size of a cat by one of Tony’s gadgets, his girlfriend has to help him navigate life from a dollhouse while avoiding getting squished by her Roomba.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Girlfriend-Reader Genre : Fluff

It started like any other day. Well, any other day when you’re dating a super-soldier who constantly gets roped into Stark’s science projects. You were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when Bucky burst through the door with that serious look on his face — the one that usually meant some weird shit had gone down.

“Hey babe,” he called, his voice sounding... odd. You glanced up, expecting to see him in his usual towering, intimidating form. Except... you didn’t see him.

You blinked. “Bucky?”

“Down here.”

You looked down, and your jaw literally dropped. There he was, Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier himself, but he was no taller than a freaking cat. Maybe even smaller.

“Jesus Christ,” you gasped, covering your mouth in shock. “What the hell happened to you?”

Bucky, standing on your hardwood floor in his tiny combat boots, crossed his arms over his mini vibranium arm like he was still the most badass thing in the room. “Stark happened. Dumbass was messing with some size-reduction tech. Next thing I know, I’m fun-sized.”

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing. Like, full-on hysterics.

Bucky’s tiny face twitched. “It’s not that funny.”

“Bucky, you’re like... like a doll!” you choked between giggles. “Oh my god, I can’t breathe.”

“Glad to see you’re taking this seriously,” he muttered, looking thoroughly unimpressed as he stomped over to the leg of the coffee table. Which, at his current size, was basically the height of a damn tree.

You wiped away a tear, trying to regain your composure. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. But seriously, how long are you gonna be like this?”

Bucky glanced up at you, his tiny hands on his hips. “Tony said a few hours, maybe more.”

“Oh great,” you said, trying not to laugh again. “So what, I just have to babysit mini-Bucky until he figures it out?”

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Bucky grumbled. “I’m still the Winter Soldier, doll. Just… compact.”

You snorted. “Right, right. You’re so scary right now.”

Bucky’s scowl deepened, but before he could say anything else, you heard a low hum from the other room. Your eyes widened in realization. The Roomba.

“Shit, Bucky, move!”

“What—?”

You darted forward just as the Roomba rounded the corner like a robot assassin, heading straight for Tiny Bucky. He turned, eyes going wide as the thing came barreling toward him.

“Seriously? A fucking Roomba?!” Bucky yelped, diving out of the way just in time.

You snatched him up in one hand, clutching him to your chest like an action figure while the Roomba buzzed past. “Holy crap, you almost got squished.”

Bucky’s tiny heart was pounding against your fingers, but he quickly brushed it off, trying to act like he hadn’t just narrowly avoided death by robot vacuum. “I had it under control.”

“Sure you did,” you teased, still holding him in your hand like a living GI Joe. “Should I get you a dollhouse or something? You know, so you have a safe base of operations.”

Bucky shot you a glare. “Don’t push it.”

But the idea of him living in a dollhouse was just too good to pass up. You carried him over to the coffee table and gently set him down, making sure to keep him out of Roomba’s range.

“So,” you said, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him, “what’s the plan, Mini Barnes? Just hang out and hope Tony doesn’t take his sweet time fixing you?”

Bucky, who had climbed onto a nearby book to avoid feeling like a speck on the table, shrugged. “Guess so. But if that thing—” he nodded toward the Roomba, still mindlessly circling the living room, “—comes near me again, I’m taking it out.”

You grinned. “I’d love to see that. You, taking down a Roomba with your tiny fists.”

Bucky flexed his mini vibranium arm like it was still the deadliest weapon in the world. “Don’t underestimate me just ‘cause I’m fun-sized.”

“Oh, believe me, I’m not,” you said, smirking. “You’re still pretty intimidating... you know, for a dude who’s shorter than my coffee mug.”

He sighed, running a hand through his shrunken hair. “This is fucking humiliating.”

“Come on, Bucky, it’s kinda cute.”

His eyes snapped to yours, and if looks could kill, well, you’d probably still be alive because it was hard to take him seriously when he was that size. “Cute?”

You nodded, grinning. “Yep. Cute. Like a little tough-guy action figure.”

Bucky groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”

“Nope,” you said cheerfully. “I’m taking pictures later, too.”

He glared at you again. “If you do, I’ll—”

“What? Glare at my ankles?”

“Doll.”

You giggled, leaning down so you were eye level with him, his tiny face practically vibrating with frustration. “Okay, okay, I’ll cut you some slack… for now.”

Bucky, finally giving up on the idea of intimidating you, collapsed onto the table like a dramatic action figure who just lost his day job. “This better wear off soon. I’m not built for this.”

“Well, you are built small now,” you teased, earning yourself another mini-death-glare.

You were still laughing to yourself when the Roomba buzzed by again, and Bucky, from his spot on the table, narrowed his eyes. “That thing’s mocking me.”

You had to physically hold yourself back from laughing again. “Maybe it is. Maybe the Roomba’s the real enemy here.”

Bucky crossed his arms, staring the Roomba down like he was ready to declare war. “First Stark, then the Roomba. Everyone’s out to get me.”

“Well, at least you’ve still got me, soldier.” You winked at him, leaning back on your hands. “I’ll protect you from the big, bad vacuum.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, sure, doll. Whatever you say.”

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magnificentmiraclenacho · 5 months ago

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The sister of the winner

Part 9= mingle

Summary= When gi hun wants to take down the games he faces a lot of problems. But one problem he also has is his relationship with his sister minji ( reader ). Gi hun dosent want to tell her about the games do to her innocent. But what happends when the salesman lores her into the games, and the siblings finds them self fighting for their lifes.

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The platform rumbled beneath everyones feet, slowly beginning to rotate. A hauntingly cheerful melody echoed through the arena, bouncing off the walls like a cruel taunt. Everyone stood frozen, their eyes darting between the moving carousel and the countless, brightly colored doors encircling the space.

Y/N’s stomach churned. Her breath came uneven as she looked around at the other players, their confusion mirroring her own. The music played on, unnervingly sweet, its rhythm growing louder and more ominous with each second.

The carousel came to a sudden halt, the music cutting off mid-note. The platform trembled slightly as the lights dimmed, the soft glow replaced by a deep red hue that drenched the room in an oppressive, suffocating atmosphere.

The robotic voice crackled overhead:

“Six players.”

Y/N’s heart dropped. Her group froze, the realization hitting them all at once—they had six people.

Before she could even process the announcement, Gi-hun grabbed her wrist. “This way!” he yelled, pulling her toward one of the nearby doors.

The others followed close behind, panic fueling their hurried steps. Jung-beo reached out, keeping a hand on Jun-hee’s shoulder as Deo-ho and Young-il kept pace.

Deo-ho reached the door first, throwing it open. “Get in, now!” he barked, urgency thick in his voice.

Y/N stumbled inside, Gi-hun’s firm grip keeping her steady. The others piled in after her, their movements rushed and frantic. The moment everyone was inside, Deo-ho slammed the door shut.

The group stood in silence, their heavy breathing filling the small, enclosed space. The timer on the door ticked down, the mechanical sound sharp and grating in the oppressive quiet.

Jun-hee leaned against the wall, letting out a shaky breath. “Six,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. “We’re lucky…”

No one replied. The air in the room was thick with tension, each of them acutely aware of what was happening outside. Y/N’s heart raced, her palms clammy as her gaze shifted to the timer, then the locked door.

The timer hit zero.

The sound of gunshots exploded outside, shattering the fragile silence. The noise was deafening—relentless bursts of gunfire mingled with the distant screams of players who hadn’t made it.

Y/N flinched, her body trembling as she instinctively covered her ears. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the noise, but it was no use.

Gi-hun moved to the small window in the door, his face grim as he peered outside. His shoulders stiffened, his expression hardening as he saw what was happening.

Jung-beo noticed and quickly stepped forward, blocking Y/N wiew of the window so that even if she tried she would not see enything

“Gi hun Don’t look,” he said firmly now to his friend, his voice steady despite the chaos outside. " you cant help it so its better just to not look" no saying softer. Gi hun lowerd his gaze and sighed.

The gunfire finally stopped, leaving an eerie, suffocating silence in its wake. The robotic voice returned, emotionless and cold:

“Round one complete. Remaining players: 105.”

Y/N didn’t move. She kept her hands over her ears, her breathing shallow as her mind tried to process the horror of what she’d just heard. The weight of the game pressed down on her, heavier than ever before.

Gi-hun turned back to the group, his face pale but resolute. “Stay close,” he said quietly. “We’re going to get through this.”

No one spoke. They simply nodded, the fear in their eyes speaking louder than words ever could.

The door unlocked with a loud click, signaling it was safe to leave. Slowly, Gi-hun pushed the door open, and the group stepped out into the arena.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell on the floor. Blood—thick, dark, and smeared— it was everywhere. It stained the once-clean ground, spreading out in horrifying pools that seemed to go on forever. The metallic smell hit her nose, making her stomach twist.

The others were silent, their faces pale as they surveyed the carnage. They tried to avoid looking too long, but the sheer amount of blood was impossible to ignore.

Jun-hee’s hand gripped Jung-beo’s arm tightly, her eyes wide. Even Young-il, who usually seemed composed, had a clenched jaw and uneasy posture.

Y/N felt like her feet were moving on their own as she began to make her way back to the platform, each step feeling heavier than the last. The blood seemed to follow her, creeping into her vision no matter where she looked.

Then it happened.

Her foot landed in a puddle of blood, the thick, sticky liquid clinging to her shoe. Y/N froze, staring down at the crimson stain with wide, horrified eyes. Her breath came in shallow gasps as her body refused to move. She felt like the blood was consuming her. Sucking every happy feeling lika a pariside.

She lifted her foot slightly but with force, as if trying to shake the blood off, but it wouldn’t go away. Her chest tightened, and her mind raced with fear.

“Y/N.”

Gi-hun’s voice cut through the haze, soft but firm. She didn’t respond, her gaze still locked on the blood beneath her shaking and smushing her leg on the floor.

“Y/N,” he called again, stepping toward her. His voice was calm, but his concern was evident.

When she didn’t answer, Gi-hun placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Don’t look at it,” he said softly, positioning himself slightly in front of her to block her view. “It’s going to be okay. Just keep walking.”

She finally looked up at him, her expression blank but her eyes filled with fear. Gi-hun gave her a small, reassuring nod and a smile.

“You’re okay,” he said again, his voice steady. “Let’s go back to the platform hmm.”

With a shaky breath, Y/N nodded, allowing him to guide her away from the puddle of blood. As they walked, Gi-hun kept a comforting hand on her shoulder, his presence grounding her amidst the chaos.

The group reassembled on the platform, but the tension was palpable. No one spoke, the weight of what had just happened settling heavily over them all.

The platform began to spin again, slower this time, but with fewer people. The same cheerful, haunting song filled the air, clashing cruelly with the growing tension among the players. While the melody trilled happily, the atmosphere on the platform was anything but.

Y/N stood among the others, her body rigid as she tried to calm her racing heart. *It’s okay,* she repeated to herself like a madman *It’s going to be okay. Just stay calm.*

The spinning stopped, and the platform jerked to a halt. The lights dimmed to a sinister red, casting long shadows across the bloodstained floor.

“Eleven players,” the robotic voice announced coldly.

The words hit like a gunshot. Everyone froze, their faces a mix of shock and panic. Whispers and frantic glances swept through the crowd as they began searching for others, their movements hurried and chaotic.

“Five more,” Young-il muttered, scanning the arena. His eyes landed on a group of five people standing near the edge. “There,” he said quickly, pointing.

Without hesitation, the group ran toward them. The six of them joined the five strangers, adrenaline pushing them forward as the seconds ticked down.

One of the strangers, Player 120, spotted an open door and rushed toward it, wrenching it open—only to reveal another group already inside.

“No! This one’s taken!” someone inside yelled, slamming the door shut again.

The stress was palpable now, the timer above the doors counting down relentlessly. People were shouting, pointing, shoving, and running in every direction.

“There!” Young-il shouted, spotting an empty room a few doors away.

They all sprinted toward it, their breaths coming in short gasps. The timer continued to tick down, louder and louder in their minds.

The group reached the room just in time, but chaos erupted behind them. As Player 95 ran toward the door, someone shoved her from the side. She stumbled, hitting the floor hard.

“Come on, 95!” Player 120 yelled desperately from the doorway, holding it open for her. “Get up!”

Y/N stood frozen near the wall, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She watched the scene unfold in horror, the weight of the situation sinking in.

The timer was down to single digits.

Player 95 scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide with terror. She started toward the door, but Player 333 suddenly appeared, shoving Player 120 inside with a forceful push.

“No!” Player 120 screamed, reaching out toward 95.

The door locked with a loud click, sealing the room shut.

“Noooo!” Player 120 screamed, shoving Player 333 aside and rushing to the small window. Her hands slammed against the door as she frantically looked out.

Outside, Player 95 stumbled to the window, tears streaming down her face. “Please!” she cried, her voice cracking. “I.... i don’t want to die! Please, open the door!”

Player 120 sobbed, pounding on the door with trembling fists. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I tried—I tried!” she begged, her words choked by desperation.

The rest of the room stood in stunned silence, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on them. Y/N stood a few steps behind Player 120, her heart racing as she listened to the heartbreaking exchange.

Player 95 clung to the window, her face twisted in terror. “Please,” she whispered one last time, her voice barely audible now.

Then came the sound—sharp and final.

*Boom.* everyone in the room flinched as player 95’s body slid down the door, leaving a streak of blood as she crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

Inside, Player 120 let out an agonizing scream, her voice echoing in the confined space. She collapsed against the door, her hands clawing at the window as she cried uncontrollably.

Y/ns entire body felt like nothing as the weight of the moment hit her. She stared at the door, her chest tight, her hands trembling. A single tear slid down her cheek, silent but heavy.

She turned her gaze to Player 120, still sobbing against the door. The room remained deathly quiet except for her heart-wrenching cries.

No one moved. No one spoke. The sound of the robotic voice announcing the next round will begin shortly seemed impossibly far away, drowned out by the grief that filled the room.

Player 120’s cries turned into guttural screams of anger as she pushed herself off the door. Her tear-streaked face twisted with fury as she turned on Player 333. Without warning, she shoved him against the wall, pinning him there. Y/n flinching and taking a step towards gi hun.

“This is your fault!” she screamed, her voice breaking with raw emotion. “You pushed me in! You left her out there to die!”

Player 333 didn’t fight back. He stood still, his gaze fixed on the floor, his jaw tight but his expression unreadable.

“You didn’t even hesitate!” she continued, shaking him by the collar. “She trusted me! How could you—how could you just—” Her voice cracked, and she dissolved into tears again, pounding weakly on his chest.

The others in the room shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to do. No one dared to look directly at Player 120, their gazes fixed on the floor or the walls. The tension was suffocating.

Finally, Player 222 lifyed her head her voice steady but quiet. “If he hadn’t done it, we’d all be dead right now.”

The room fell even more silent. Player 120 froze, her grip on Player 333 loosening as she turned to face Player 222.

“Think about it,” Player 222 continued, her voice growing firmer. “The timer was almost up. There wasn’t enough time for all of us to get inside if he hadn’t pushed someone in. He did what he had to do to keep the rest of us alive.”

A murmur of agreement passed through the room. People nodded hesitantly, avoiding Player 120’s tearful glare.

“But she—” Player 120 stammered, her voice breaking again. “She didn’t deserve that. She didn’t...”

Player 333 remained silent, his eyes still downcast. His face betrayed no emotion, but his hands trembled slightly at his sides.

Player 120 let out a choked sob, releasing him and stumbling back against the wall. She slid to the floor, burying her face in her hands. “She didn’t deserve to die,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

No one responded. The room was heavy with guilt and grief, the silence punctuated only by Player 120’s quiet sobs. Even Y/N, who had been frozen in place, couldn’t bring herself to speak.

Everyone felt the weight of what had happened, but no one could bring themselves to blame Player 333. They all knew the truth: this was the game’s cruel design.

The air in the room was heavy with silence, No one spoke as the timer buzzed and the door unlocked with a hollow click.

Player 333 was the first to step forward, his hand hesitating briefly on the handle before pulling the door open. The sound echoed, but the sight on the other side was far worse. Blood coated the doorframe, a dark crimson smear marking where Player 95 had collapsed. It dripped onto the floor in sickening rivulets, pooling where she had fallen.

Player 120 let out a choked sob, her knees almost buckling as she staggered forward, stepping over the blood without realizing it. Her body moved on autopilot, but her mind was clearly somewhere far away, lost in grief and shock.

Y/N stood frozen, her gaze locked on the blood-streaked floor. It was impossible to look away, the image searing itself into her mind. The blood once belonged to someone—someone who had begged for her life just moments ago. She wanted to move, to follow the others, but her feet felt like they were stuck in place.

Everyone else stepped around or over the blood, their faces pale and grim, but Y/N stayed rooted, trembling.

“Come on, Y/N,” Gi-hun’s voice came softly behind her. He didn’t sound forceful, just quiet and tired. When she didn’t respond, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and nudged her forward.

Y/N stumbled a little as she took a step, her blank face betraying no emotion except for the silent tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t wipe them away; she didn’t even seem to notice them. Her eyes flicked back once to the blood, but Gi-hun’s steady hand guided her away. He said nothing more, his expression as blank as hers.

Behind them, Jung Beo lingered at the doorway. He glanced back at the room, his brow furrowing as if he wanted to say something. But he stayed silent, his lips pressing into a thin line before he turned and followed the others.

The team moved back toward the platform, their steps slow and heavy. The carousel loomed ahead, its cheerful lights flickering on once more as if mocking the grim atmosphere. The air was cold, suffocating, and filled with the weight of death.

The carousel began to spin again, its colorful lights casting dizzying patterns around the platform as the cheery, mocking music filled the air once more. Y/N stood motionless, her tears falling silently. The tune was suffocating, worming its way into her head and amplifying every thought, every fear.

*That could have been me,* she thought, her mind spiraling. *Begging at the door... or maybe it could have been Gi-hun... or Jung Beo... or—*

Her chest tightened, her breathing shallow and uneven. Everything around her felt like it was moving in slow motion, the faces of the other players blending into blurred shapes. She clutched at her chest, desperate to focus, desperate to breathe, but the music drowned out everything else.

The carousel slowed and then stopped with a jolt. Y/N blinked, her head snapping up as the haze cleared. Reality crashed back in, and her eyes darted around in panic, her breath quickening as the lights dimmed to a dark, ominous hue.

The robotic voice echoed through the arena, cold and detached.

“Four players.”

Her heart sank.

The group exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of the situation hitting them all at once. There were six of them. Two too many.

Y/N’s face was streaked with tears, but she didn’t make a sound. Her mind raced, but before she could even process the situation, before she could think about what this meant for their team, she heard Gi-hun’s voice cut through the growing tension.

“Jung Beo,” he said, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. “Take her.”

And just like that, the world felt like it stopped again.

Y/N’s breath hitched as Gi-hun’s words sank in. He wasn’t coming with her. He and Young Il were going to find another room, and they didn’t even have enough players yet.

“No… no, no, no,” she whispered, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face. “Gi-hun, please, no. Don’t do this!”

Her cries grew louder, more desperate, but Gi-hun didn’t waver. His expression was tense, his eyes darting between her and Jung Beo.

“Jung Beo, take her!” Gi-hun’s voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument. “Get her to the room now!”

Jung Beo grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her firmly toward the room where Jun Hee and Deo Ho were already waiting.

“Come on, Y/N,” Jung Beo muttered, his grip strong. But Y/N resisted, digging her heels into the ground as her sobs became uncontrollable. She shook her head, her body trembling.

“No! Gi-hun! You can’t—don’t do this!” she screamed, her words barely coherent through the tears.

Her legs gave way, but Jung Beo tightened his grip, trying to pull her forward. Seeing the struggle, Deo Ho rushed over, grabbing her other arm. Together, they half-carried, half-dragged her toward the room as she cried out for Gi-hun.

“Y/N, stop! They’ll be fine,” Jung Beo said, his voice strained as he tried to steady her. “You need to go to the room. Or you will be dead and will never see him again"

But she couldn’t hear him. Her mind was a blur of panic and grief, the events of the last round and Gi-hun’s sacrifice clouding every thought.

“Gi-hun!” she screamed again, her voice raw, but neither man let go.

Jun Hee stood by the door, her face pale as she quickly stepped aside to let them in. As soon as they dragged Y/N across the threshold, Jun Hee slammed the door shut behind them, the heavy click of the lock sealing their fate.

The timer hit zero.

As the timer hit zero, Y/N screamed, her voice piercing the suffocating silence of the room. She rushed to the small window on the door, frantically searching for any sign of Gi-hun or Young Il. Her hands trembled as she pressed her face against the small hole. trying to see through the dim, blood-spattered arena.

“They’re strong,” Jung Beo said softly, stepping beside her. “They’ll find a room. They always do.” trying to act strong even thought he was also woried for his bestfriend.

But Y/N couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face. Her knees buckled, and she slid to the floor, her back against the door as her sobs wracked her body. Jung Beo crouched beside her, his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

When her sobs subsided just enough for her to open her eyes, she froze. The room they were in—its walls, its floor—was streaked with splatters of blood. Dried smears lined the corners, and fresh red stains gleamed under the faint light, making the small space feel even more claustrophobic.

Panic gripped her chest, her breaths turning into shallow gasps. She scrambled to her feet, clawing at the door handle in desperation. “Let me out,” she sobbed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, I need to get out!” now yelling, pulling and pushing the door.

“Y/N, stop!” Jung Beo’s voice rose slightly, his hands gently pulling her away from the door. “You can’t. It’s locked. You need to breathe—calm down, okay?”

“I can’t,” she cried, shaking her head violently. “I can’t—I can’t be here. I need to get out. Please.”

Her legs gave out again, and she collapsed into a corner, curling in on herself as she broke down. Her cries echoed in the small room, mixing with the faint hum of the carousel outside.

Jung Beo crouched nearby, not saying anything at first, just giving her space to release her fear and anguish. “It’s going to be okay,” he said eventually, his voice steady but quiet. “We’ll make it through this. You will too.”

Y/N didn’t respond. She buried her face in her hands, her sobs muffled but relentless. The metallic smell of blood in the air only made her cry harder, and she couldn’t shake the image of Gi-hun’s face from her mind.

The heavy door clicked open, but Y/N was too far gone in her panic to notice. Her hands gripped her knees tightly as she rocked back and forth, gasping for air through choked sobs. Jung Beo crouched in front of her, trying to get her attention.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice firm but not harsh. “We need to go back to the platform. Come on.” trying to pull her

But she didn’t respond. She didn’t even seem to hear him. The room, the blood, the fear—it all consumed her. Her chest heaved as her breaths came out in shallow, erratic gasps.

Jung Beo’s brow furrowed in worry. “She’s panicking too much,” he muttered to himself, then turned to Deo Ho and jun hee. “Go. Find Gi-hun. Now!”

Without hesitation, Deo Ho and jun hee bolted out of the room, sprinting toward the platform in search of Gi-hun. Jung Beo stayed behind, his hands gently gripping Y/N’s shoulders, trying to ground her.

“Y/N, listen to me,” he said, his voice softer now. “You’re safe. You’re okay. Just breathe with me, okay?”

But her gaze remained unfocused, her body trembling as she stayed locked in her fear.

Moments later, frantic footsteps echoed down the hall, and Gi-hun appeared at the doorway, his face pale with worry. His eyes immediately found Y/N, curled up and shaking on the floor.

“Y/N!” he called, rushing to her side and dropping to his knees. The fear in his voice was evident as he gently placed his hands on her arms. “Y/N, look at me. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m okay.”

His voice was calm yet urgent, cutting through the fog in her mind. Slowly, her wide, tear-filled eyes flicked to him, her breaths still uneven but less shallow.

“It’s me,” Gi-hun said, leaning closer so she could focus on his face. “I’m right here. I’m fine. You’re fine. Just breathe with me, okay?”

His presence seemed to anchor her, her trembling starting to subside as she focused on him. “Gi-hun…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I’m here,” he reassured her, his hand resting gently over hers. “You’re safe. You’re not alone.”

Y/N’s body trembled as she stared at Gi-hun, the tears in her eyes blurring his face. “It’s okay,” Gi-hun whispered, holding her just as tightly. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

Before the moment could settle, the metallic clang of boots echoed in the doorway. A guard stood there, his voice cold and sharp. “Return to the platform. Immediately.”

Gi-hun looked up at the guard, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he pulled Y/N closer, his arms steady as he lifted her. “Come on,” he said softly, his voice soothing despite the urgency. “We need to go.”

Y/N didn’t resist, her face buried against his shoulder as he carried her out of the blood-smeared room. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see the carnage they were leaving behind.

As they approached the platform, the atmosphere was suffocating. The remaining players stood in tense silence, their faces pale and drawn as they waited for the next round to begin. Gi-hun gently set Y/N down, keeping a protective arm around her as they took their place among the others.

“Stay with me,” Gi-hun murmured, glancing down at her. “We’ll get through this. I promise.”

Y/N nodded weakly, still clinging to his sleeve as she tried to steady her breathing, bracing herself for whatever horrors came next....

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Ps: i know the ending is such a cliffhanger😔🙏 But i didint want to make it too long okey. And DONT WORRY the next part will be posted soon!!!

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