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hy babes, I was wondering, If has any chance of you updated o Andrew fic?

Love you're wiring, sorry for any mistake, english isn't my firt langue.

hi there, thank you so much. i will update it in my own time, i'm in the process of moving and i, like many writers, have tendencies to abandon fics when a new idea pops in their head, but i will continue writing MARSTON. another slight reason why nothing is posted yet is cos given that Saku is grieving over Kimahri's passing (and losing a pet is basically losing a family member, which is extremely painful), i feel like i should wait until he's ready to post something before i, as a fan, continue making fanfic based off his creations.

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10 Songs Tag

Tagged By: @locke-writes

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people to do the same

Beach House - Levitation

Kali Uchis x Rico Nasty - aqui yo mando!

Nazareth - Love Hurts

KAYTRANADA ft. SiR - Go DJ

Daughter - Landfill

Dawn Penn - You Don't Love Me (No, No, No)

Nas - I Can

The 1975 - Antichrist

Purity Ring - x inovein

Fleetwood Mac - Tusk

Doing a No Pressure Tag for some people who I’ve pulled good music recs from!: @eriimyon @arrogant-sonofa-bitch @littlemissvincentvega @royaltywhxre @spacetalbot @multifandomfix @wandamayday

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can we get 30 more to 3K followers

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I LOVEDDDDDD THIS!

Gyeong-Seok and Charley belong together!!! This is the happy ending we all wished for everyone in the final season :( I cant wait to read more 🩵🩵🩵🩵

reunited (gyeong seok x charley)

squid game au wherein charley gets out and finds the man she connected with the most in the games

tagging: @imaginesbymk 💖

She was walking along where the parade usually was, heels clacking slower than usual. A few healing gashes tainted her once soft, pale skin-- one on her calf, another two on her arm, one on her other. A small bruise on her cheek. She still couldn't believe she was alive, she was out. It all seemed like a distant memory. To an innocent onlooker it probably looked like she was being thrown around by her husband behind closed doors.

Charley still didn't know why she'd agreed to come here again with the same jerk as before. Perhaps it was to gain a sense of normality again. Normal people went on dates, went outside, talked to people, and money was no longer a problem. He broke her train of thought then, standing a few paces in front of her. "You're walking a little slow still, maybe you should sit down."

"No, I-I'm fine," she shook her head and opted for a lie. "It's just my heels."

"Not the huge cut on your leg?" His face twitched with annoyance, and he placed his hands on his hips, towering over her as she approached. "You still won't tell me what those are. Or where you've been, not answering my calls."

"I can't tell you that."

He arched his brows, sighed through his nose. "You don't trust me."

"No, I don't, honestly." He stared at her silently, and she shrugged. "I'm sorry, but I just don't." "Huh. Charmed. So what now? I brought you out here even though you've been ignoring me for the last two weeks and what? You're not gonna talk to me or tell me where you've been? You ungrateful little--"

He stopped when she slammed a hand to her own mouth, eyes wide, and a squeak of a gasp came from her. Her breath hitched and she stared past him at something, eyes filling up with tears and disbelief. "Oh my God…" she breathed, suddenly feeling very faint. But he was dead?

"Out of my way," she barked, grabbing onto his expensive jacket to whip her heels off. She shoved him away and ran to the small table with the canvas and the man in the bucket hat behind it, leaving her date staring at her in annoyed confusion. "Charley!" he called, but she wasn't listening.

"Two-four-six," she said, and the two stared at one another. He had stood up abruptly as soon as she approached, his own eyes welling up. And then they collided in a wordlesss hug, the tightest one either of them had ever experienced.

246 inhaled the familiar scent of her perfume, refusing to let her go. "You-- you got out?" he breathed, burying his face into her shoulder. "Barely," she sobbed, pulling away slightly to look at him and make sure this was real. Upon confirmation she leaned into him again, tears flowing. "But… you were dead. They brought you in i-i-in a coffin, you still had a pulse!" She took a second to steady her breathing and look at him again. "I dragged your body out of it a-and the pink men threatened to shoot me. I thought they were going to just burn you."

"There's a lot to explain… one of the soldiers helped me get out," he told her, his own cheeks wet with tears. He took a deep breath, wiped his own tears away and then, hesitantly, hers. "Maybe… maybe I can explain it all over dinner one night." His stomach fluttered with anxiety asking her that, and it pooled into warmth when she smiled.

"Yes-- yes, I'd love to hear all about it," she nodded with enthusiasm, beaming. "I-I-It'll be on me."

"What? No, I insist--"

"Gyeong-seok." She pulled out her purse, his hands still hovering on her waist, and discreetly showed him the gold card. His face fell with realisation.

"What's going on?" Her date marched towards the table, agitated, staring daggers at the other man. He looked him up and down in disgust, bringing a frown from the blonde.

She quickly put away her purse and turned to look at him. "Nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing. Are you coming?"

"I'd like to go home, if that's alright with you."

He cursed under his breath, staring at both of them suspiciously. "Come. I'll, uh, I guess I can buy you a drink and take you back."

"Thank you." She hugged Gyeong-seok again, her lips beside his ear, and whispered. "I'll come back tomorrow, I promise. Please wait for me."

"I will."

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NOAH THE OG!!!!!!!!

special shoutout to @locke-writes for always leaving comments on my fics and supporting the writing community so passionately we love u noah!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

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dunno why this flopped i thought everyone loved TOP lol

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IMAGINE — THANOS RECOGNIZING YOU FROM A VIRAL VIDEO.

THE YOUNG MAN GOT IN YOUR WAY, resting his hands over the bunk pillars to corner you. “You…” he trails. “I know that face.”

“I’m not interested, asshole.” You gave him a very irritated, uninterested look, eating the silver container of food the soldiers distributed that morning.

“That video,” he curls his lips into a smirk. “That video.”

It didn’t matter if the video in question was embarrassing or a moment of showcasing your talent and personality. Either way, the reception out of it was overwhelmingly impressive. You knew you’d get recognized by the amount of people in this room, it was bound to happen.

All you had to do is be defensive and dismiss it. “That came out years ago, yes. I’d rather not be famous again.”

“I sure hope you enjoyed that 15 minutes of fame, Unnie.” Thanos smirks and walks back to his side of the large dormitory.

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belated 5 year anniversary of this blog / one shot !

so i missed my 5yr blog anniversary (june 30) so im just thinking about posting a short fic as a celebration but i dunno who to write about?

i was initiating thinking about writing a spicy-ish squid game fic w/ the recruiter, there's also the option where i feel like just simply using one of the short fics that's been in my drafts as the 5yr anni post (one is Eugene Sledge x Reader and Snafu x Reader from HBO The Pacific and Mr. Orange/Freddy Newandyke x Reader from Reservoir Dogs)

and the third option is to just raw dog it and write 5 short fics to honour 5 years of me writing on this blog

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IMAGINE — THANOS RECOGNIZING YOU FROM A VIRAL VIDEO.

THE YOUNG MAN GOT IN YOUR WAY, resting his hands over the bunk pillars to corner you. “You…” he trails. “I know that face.”

“I’m not interested, asshole.” You gave him a very irritated, uninterested look, eating the silver container of food the soldiers distributed that morning.

“That video,” he curls his lips into a smirk. “That video.”

It didn’t matter if the video in question was embarrassing or a moment of showcasing your talent and personality. Either way, the reception out of it was overwhelmingly impressive. You knew you’d get recognized by the amount of people in this room, it was bound to happen.

All you had to do is be defensive and dismiss it. “That came out years ago, yes. I’d rather not be famous again.”

“I sure hope you enjoyed that 15 minutes of fame, Unnie.” Thanos smirks and walks back to his side of the large dormitory.

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IMAGINE — GI-HUN, YOUR FIANCÉ, SAVING YOU AFTER GETTING SHOT BY A SOLDIER DURING THE REBELLION.

“Y/N! NO!” HE DROPS BESIDE YOU, screaming your name.

Gi-Hun shares your shock and pain. He’s been hurt plenty of times before, but seeing you on the ground, clutching the area where you’ve been tagged, your green player uniform soaked in blood… he felt like he had been shot too.

The same soldier rounds the corner and Gi-Hun reloads his gun and he fires. The soldier falls back and slams against the pillar, and Gi-Hun doesn’t stop shooting, enraged and desperate to keep you alive.

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IMAGINE — HYUN-JU PROTECTING YOU AFTER GETTING CATCALLED BY THE O PLAYERS.

"PISS OFF." Your head snapped at Player 120, her eyes cut through the group of players who had voted to continue the games an hour ago, the blue O tags stuck to their jackets in Velcro.

Player 120 clenched her jaw and spat, "This isn't a bar. We're here to fight to the death to win money, but I don't care if I have to kill one of you for just being a pervert."

One of the men could be heard snorting in amusement, but Hyun-Ju wasn't done.

"I'll use my goddamned hands if I have to. Now turn around and piss off."

They turned around, muttering something you couldn't hear. You catch your breath as soon as Player 120 softened her gaze at you, placing a warm hand on your shoulder, leading you away to your bunk. You sat with her as a silent gesture, feeling grateful and safe.

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belated 5 year anniversary of this blog / one shot !

so i missed my 5yr blog anniversary (june 30) so im just thinking about posting a short fic as a celebration but i dunno who to write about?

i was initiating thinking about writing a spicy-ish squid game fic w/ the recruiter, there's also the option where i feel like just simply using one of the short fics that's been in my drafts as the 5yr anni post (one is Eugene Sledge x Reader and Snafu x Reader from HBO The Pacific and Mr. Orange/Freddy Newandyke x Reader from Reservoir Dogs)

and the third option is to just raw dog it and write 5 short fics to honour 5 years of me writing on this blog

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baby fever hits like crazy for a girl who doesnt have her drivers licence….

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and if i wrote a Sangwoo x reader WIP where he’s about to dial the number on the brown card but the reader saves him financially and he never ends up dying and his mother is proud of him 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

[imaginesbymk]

belated 5 year anniversary of this blog / one shot !

so i missed my 5yr blog anniversary (june 30) so im just thinking about posting a short fic as a celebration but i dunno who to write about?

i was initiating thinking about writing a spicy-ish squid game fic w/ the recruiter, there's also the option where i feel like just simply using one of the short fics that's been in my drafts as the 5yr anni post (one is Eugene Sledge x Reader and Snafu x Reader from HBO The Pacific and Mr. Orange/Freddy Newandyke x Reader from Reservoir Dogs)

and the third option is to just raw dog it and write 5 short fics to honour 5 years of me writing on this blog

[imaginesbymk]

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IMAGINE — IN-HO/YOUNG-IL, YOUR HUSBAND, CLUTCHING YOU DURING THE MINGLE GAME BECAUSE HE’S JEALOUS WHEN A MAN GRABS YOU.

THE SPINNING CAROUSEL breaches the final time.

"2명!" The number is announced. Two players. Panic shouts and hands claw at the first person they see. Most paired start racing towards a room, any room, trying to beat each other and the timer.

You barely registered a second of who to pair up with, either someone you knew or a random player you haven't met, when a tall middle-aged man reached out to snag your arm.

In-Ho sees red. He was not letting that happen. "LET GO!" He shoves the man with a grunt and he falls back. Wasting no time, he rips you away from where you stood and you both race to room 30, beating the timer by four seconds. Screams and pleas from the remaining players outside were heard, eliminated one by one, including the man who tried to claim you.

In-Ho stared, like he'd rather have blood on his hands than let a player put their hands on you.

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IMAGINE — BUNKING WITH SAE-BYEOK.

SHE WASN'T A TALKER. Maybe Player 067 was introverted and anti-social, maybe she's shaken by the player that was shot in front of her from the previous game. Regardless, you could already sense a wall was boarded around her for a long time.

You exited the line, grabbed your container of rice and egg and water bottle and plopped next to her, her bed was where she sat and yours towered on top in the middle. At night, it didn't feel like a person was sleeping under your bunk. When you reached over the edge to check if Player 067 even slept, you got your answer when it didn't look like it at all, as you expected. Eventually, you broke the silence. "You okay?"

Player 067 shot her eyes at you and responds with just a stare. She goes back to listlessly eating her food.

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IMAGINE — SEDUCING THE RECRUITER AS HE’S CHALLENGING A STRANGER TO DDAKJI A YEAR AFTER WINNING THE GAMES.

YOU YANK OUT ONE EARBUD TO HEAR THE SOUNDS of sharp smacks and a grunting noise from the platform at the current station, followed by a desperate, pained voice coming from a middle aged man. “한 판 더 하자!” (One more game!)

There he is — the recruiter. Still in his sharp grey suit, ddakji paper tiles in one hand and his free hand to slap the man for probably the tenth time hitting the same mark on his face that left a red burn. Just a year ago the recruiter did the same thing to you; challenge a game of ddakji for 100K won. You could still feel the sting on your left cheek and the surge of humiliation and rage.

He glances up and his eyes meet yours across the platform.

For a split second, the world froze. You never knew this man's name, but you knew he was part of the Games that were, in fact, real. If you couldn't beat the masked soldiers and its leader...

As an act of triumph, you slowly pull down the zipper on your fitted top just enough to tease a curve of cleavage, a shameless and brazen move you thought you'd never pull until now. You watch the recruiter's face. All he did was tilt his head.

You say nothing. Just hold his gaze. Ding. The subway doors slide closed. As you sped through the tunnel, you could catch a glimpse of a smirk on the recruiter’s face as the stranger yelled for one more game.