#High School Rapper 2

[tayview]

he needs to be protected at all costs

[wqnsho]

resurface | kang dae-ho x gn! reader

*.✧ synopsis: after years of heartbreak and betrayal, you’ve learned to bury your emotions to survive. but when your high school sweetheart, kang dae-ho, unexpectedly appears in the deadly game you're also in, the walls you built around your heart begin to crack. As past and present collide, survival becomes about more than just staying alive *.✧ word count: 10.1k (yeah) *.✧ warnings: squidgame season 2 spoilers, violence, death, trauma, toxic relationships, cursing, fluff, angst. your number is 389. *.✧ note: dae-ho won against in-ho by just .2%! thank you all so much for the support. my in-ho fanfic reached 1K notes already, while 1k+ of you participated in my poll! I'm very thankful for the support :> i was in the middle of editing in-ho's fic when the polls finished, when i saw how close the votes were i laughed. luckily i only needed to tweak a bit in this fic for it to be done. enjoy reading!! >:) dae-ho is such a cutiee!! long italicized texts are flashbacks. masterlist | request here

“Shit, I just moved didn’t I?” Player 196 asked in a lighthearted tone after swatting the bee that landed on her. Before anyone could answer, she dropped dead to the ground, a bullet from god knows where piercing through her skull.

The area erupted in chaos as players realized the horrific truth: to be eliminated meant death. Others tried to make a desperate run for it, while some froze, paralyzed from fear, and you were one of them. 

Your eyes trailed down to the corpse laying a few feet in front of you. Your heart dropped. That could’ve been you.

You should've trusted your gut. You should’ve known that whatever bullshit that shady man in a suit said was too good to be true. But here you were, paying the price of your stupid decisions.

The air was thick with panic as a bloody massacre unfolded before your eyes. People who ran got shot left and right, while those who stayed survived. Once it cleared those who moved, the mechanical doll turned around, its eerie voice rising in song. The players were too stunned to move. Only one person had the courage to act—Player 456. With unwavering resolve, they ran ahead and instructed you all to hide behind someone bigger than you.

The rest of you followed suit, moving quickly. You ended up behind Player 230—Thanos, a rapper drowning in 1.19 billion won of debt. You didn’t trust him, and your instincts proved right. As the game progressed, he shoved people ahead of him, ending their lives without hesitation. Yet, you had to give him some credit: the man could hold a pose.

One by one, players crossed the finish line. As the timer reached 0, the hellish game finally ended. You were shaking, your body trembling with the aftershock, but at least you were still alive. The guards escorted everyone back to the main area, where the survivors collapsed to their knees, begging for mercy, begging to go home. You could hear them, desperate, pleading. It was almost unbearable.

“There must’ve been a misunderstanding,” the square guard’s voice rang out, cutting through the despair. His tone was flat and devoid of emotion. “We are not trying to harm you. We are presenting you with an opportunity.”

His words did little to reassure anyone. Your eyes rolled at their response. Misunderstanding my ass! The chance of survival, of escape, felt more like a cruel joke than anything else. But before the guard could continue, a voice rose above the rest, sharp and commanding.

“Clause three of the consent form!” Player 456 called out, his voice filled with defiance.

Everyone turned to look at him, some surprised, others hopeful. You were no different. You hadn’t expected anyone to stand up in this situation. You didn’t even know what clause three was, you skipped that part and immediately signed the form, but there was something in the way he spoke that made you believe he knew more than the rest of you.

“The games may be terminated upon a majority vote, correct?” he demanded, his eyes never leaving the guard.

The square guard responded without missing a beat, his tone unchanged. “That is correct.”

“Then let us take a vote right now,” Player 456 pressed, his voice firm and unyielding.

There was a brief silence before the guard spoke again, acknowledging the request with a chilling calmness. “Of course, we respect your right to freedom of choice.” He paused, and in that moment, you could feel the hope that had been buried deep inside everyone start to stir. It wasn’t much, but it was something. “But first, let me announce the prize amount that has been accumulated.”

With the press of a button, the room shifted. The cold, sterile space took on a strange new color, bathed in a soft, eerie glow. A massive piggy bank, almost comically large, descended from the ceiling, its mechanical limbs creaking with the weight. The sound of bills filling it echoed through the room, a surreal sound that only added to the strangeness of the moment. It felt like something out of a twisted casino, a game that didn’t care about the lives it destroyed, only the money it could accumulate.

“The number of players eliminated in the first game is 91,” the guard continued, as the money filled the piggy bank at a steady pace. “Therefore, a total of 9.1 billion won has been accumulated. If you choose to quit the games now, the 365 remaining players can equally divide the 9.1 billion won and leave with your share.”

“How much is that?” Player 100 asked.

“Each person’s share would be 24,931,500 won,” the guard answered flatly, almost as if it was an insignificant amount.

You could hear the gasps of disbelief that rippled through the crowd. It was hard to wrap your mind around it. You almost died for that? The amount seemed insignificant compared to the terror you’d experienced. You could hear others murmuring, their frustration and disbelief growing louder. What good was 24 million won when you had been pushed to the brink of death, when you had witnessed so much suffering?

“Twenty million? You said 45.6 billion!” Player 230 shouted, his voice filled with outrage.

The guard’s response was cold, calculated. “The rule was that a hundred million won would be accumulated for each eliminated player. If you choose to play the next game, and more players are eliminated, the prize amount will increase accordingly.”

The answer felt hollow, like an empty promise that was meant to keep you on the hook.

“Then how much will it be if you survive until the very end?” someone asked, their voice tinged with desperation.

“As I already told you, the total prize money for all 456 players is 45.6 billion won. Those who make it through all six games will equally divide the 45.6 billion won.”

A hush fell over the room, as the reality of the prize set in. 45.6 billion won. It was an obscene amount of money. The sum felt impossible, unreal. But at the same time, it was exactly what so many of you needed. The temptation of that massive prize loomed in the air, a beacon in the darkness. Could you really leave with only 24 million? Was that all your life was worth?

“So, if you’re the only one to survive, you get 45.6 billion won?” Player 230 asked, as if the question needed to be confirmed, just to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood.

“That is correct,” the guard answered, his voice detached, like it was just another part of the game.

For a brief moment, the room seemed to breathe in unison. The weight of the prize, the gravity of the situation, pressed down on everyone. People began to murmur among themselves, the excitement in their voices unmistakable. The idea of that unimaginable sum of money—more than they had ever seen in their lives—became a tangible thing in the air. People who had been trembling in fear moments before now looked around, their eyes glinting with a new kind of hunger. The atmosphere shifted, the air thick with the scent of greed and desperation.

“So we can take a vote again and decide to leave after the next game?” someone asked, voice laced with uncertainty, but also with a flicker of hope.

“As promised in the consent form, you can take a vote after each game and decide to leave with the prize money accumulated up to that point,” the guard confirmed. “We always prioritize your voluntary actions.”

The voting began, and the room filled with tension once again. Player 456  was the first one to vote. He stepped forward, pressing X without hesitation. Others followed, some pressing X, others O. When your turn came, you felt your heart pounding in your chest. You didn’t hesitate. You stepped forward, pressing O with a sense of finality, the sound of the button clicking louder in your ears than it should have been. You placed the patch on your jacket, marking your decision, and walked back to your side of the room.

You didn’t look back.

You weren’t sure when you had made up your mind, but the choice was clear. Despite everything, despite the fear gnawing at the edges of your resolve, you knew you couldn’t walk away now. 

Out there, in the real world, the debt that had dragged you into this nightmare would still be waiting. The vultures would circle, just as they always had, but now you could fight back. You could take a step toward something better. The thought of going back to the crushing weight of your debts, to the life that had led you to this point, filled you with dread. There was nothing for you out there anymore.

The prize, the money, the possibility of escaping this endless cycle—this was the only chance you had left. There was no turning back now.

As much as you sympathized with those who wanted to leave, You just couldn’t. Here, at least, there was hope. A sliver of it. And if you survived, you could finally break free. You could pay it all off. You could start over. For the first time in what felt like forever, you had a chance—one that you couldn’t let slip through your fingers.

Your gaze wandered to the others, watching as they made their decisions. Some pressed X with shaking hands, their faces filled with desperation to leave and go home. Others pressed O with grim determination, their eyes locked on the future, no matter how uncertain. And yet, the overwhelming weight of it all crashed down on you again, heavy and suffocating.

You looked up at the piggy bank hanging high above, its golden glow mocking you with promises of salvation. If you made it—if you became the lone survivor—you’d earn it all. 45.6 billion won. Enough to erase every debt. Enough to silence the loan sharks who haunted your dreams. Enough to leave it all behind and disappear.

But as you stared at it, bile rose in your throat. Was this all your life had become—fighting for money, sacrificing everything just to survive? Your stomach twisted as your fists clenched, nails digging into your palms.

Reaching for your necklace, you clutched it tightly, the familiar weight grounding you for a moment. Its warmth offered a flicker of comfort, but even that couldn’t silence the emptiness creeping in. Here, hope felt like a dangerous thing to hold onto.

Out there, you had nothing. No one. Over time, everyone had given up on you. Your friends had drifted away, unwilling to carry the weight of your problems. Your family had turned their backs, tired of the chaos and the shame. And then there was... him.

He left without a word. No explanation, no goodbye. Just gone, as if you had never mattered at all.

When he disappeared, it felt like the last thread holding you together unraveled. You tried to move on, to make sense of it, but the truth was simple: no one stayed. Out there, you were invisible—a burden no one wanted to carry.

But here? Here, you had a purpose. As twisted and brutal as it was, the games gave you something to hold onto. Every step forward felt like proof that you could still fight, still matter, even if it was only to yourself.

You tore your gaze from the piggy bank and stared down at your shoes. It used to be white— pure. Now it’s scuffed and worn, much like you. Each scratch and stain told a story of a life lived in survival mode, clinging to scraps of hope. You couldn’t help but wonder—if you walked away now, what would be waiting for you? Nothing but the same endless cycle of despair.

At least here, you had a chance. A sick, twisted, blood-soaked chance.

And that was more than the outside world had ever given you.

In the midst of your inner turmoil, you didn’t notice someone standing beside you. They were looking at you, as if they wanted to make small talk yet didn't know how.

There was something bugging Dae-ho and he didn't know what it was. He couldn't stay still, couldn't think properly, couldn’t stay calm. He desperately needs a distraction, and he needs it now. But what could he possibly do? He can't just slap himself or shout. No way, that's too embarrassing. 

The male thought deeply before an idea popped up in his head. Eureka! He could try and talk to someone! His excitement died down as fast as it came. Yeah, he could try and talk to someone but who? His eyes scanned the crowd. To his dismay, most of the people surrounding him were scary oldies, and he was not willing to take the risk. He looked to his left, spotting a full head of hair. 

His gaze landed on you. You're young, he thinks— the white spots in your hair were less than those around him. He felt a little nervous, unsure of how to approach you, but he had no choice. This was his chance.

He coughed lightly, a test to see if you would notice him. 

No response. 

He tried again, this time a bit louder. 

Still nothing.

He began to get irritated, were you deaf or something? Shaking his irrational thoughts, Dae-ho got ready to fake cough again.

Then, out of nowhere, an old man in front of him turned and glared, sending a shiver down his spine. The male stopped, his face flushing. He needed to stop being a coward. He steeled himself, like the marine he was before doing it the right way.

He then stared at your unresponsive figure with intense, wide, and bulging eyes hoping that you would feel his intense stare and finally look at him. When that didn’t work, he began chanting “Hey! Look at me!” in his head just in case you were a mind reader. 

To nobody's surprise, his ‘plan’ flunked. Letting out an audible sigh, Dae-ho shook his head. He stopped being a wuss and garnered courage like a true marine. He should just approach you the right way, a single tap on the shoulder wouldn't hurt anybody right? Right.

As soon as his hand touched your shoulder, you ducked down and sneezed—an odd timing. He froze, unsure whether this was a sign to stop or if you were actually a mind reader and was avoiding him. But before he could pull his hand away, you reverted back to your original position— bumping into his outstretched hand.

He jumped back, startled. His cheeks flushed again as he realized he’d intruded on your space. In a sudden burst of nervous energy, he bowed deeply— a perfect ninety degrees, his hands clasped in front of him.

“I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to... you see, I was feeling a little bored and wanted to talk to someone. Between you and me, I don’t want to talk to some old gray-haired people in debt. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you’re free to slap me and ignore me!”

He spoke in one long breath, the words tumbling out faster than he could control. Then, he froze, bracing himself—waiting for a slap, a harsh word, anything to tell him he had crossed a line. Or maybe, just maybe, he was waiting for you to give him a sign that it was all okay. The silence that followed was suffocating, hanging between you like a heavyweight, neither of you dared to break.

When you didn’t respond, he began to doubt himself. Was this a joke? Was he imagining everything? Had he pushed too far?

And then—

“…Dae-ho…?”

The silence that was there from the beginning stretched even further as Dae-ho froze, his heart pounding. He could feel his chest tightening with every breath, his thoughts spinning in circles. Was this really happening?

He slowly lifted his head, praying, hoping that what he was thinking wasn’t true. His eyes scanned your face, searching for any sign that this was just some cruel illusion. He blinked hard, trying to clear his vision, but it didn’t help. You were still there, staring back at him, just as real as the cold walls of the room around him.

“[Name]...”

How could this be real? The years apart, the silence, the pain—it had all carved its place deep inside you, wounds that never fully healed. And yet, here he was, standing before you like a ghost dragged from the past to haunt you. It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair.

You stared at him, unable to look away, yet every second felt like a fresh wound. How could he just stand there, shaking and silent, as if you weren’t the one left to pick up the shattered pieces of your life when he walked away? Your chest tightened, the air suddenly too thick to breathe.

He looked so different, yet so heartbreakingly familiar. Those same eyes that used to meet yours with warmth now avoided your gaze like a coward. The same hands that once held yours trembled at his sides, as if they carried the weight of something unsaid.

You wanted to scream at him, to demand answers to the questions that had haunted you for years. Why did he leave? Why didn’t he say goodbye? The questions burned in your chest, but no words came. The silence between you was louder than any explanation he could give—louder than the ache of the years he left you to carry alone.

And yet, some small part of you hated yourself for hoping, for wanting him to say something that would make it all make sense. But as his lips parted and nothing came, his silence was louder than any excuse could ever be.

Cheers suddenly filled the room as the two of you looked away from each other. Looking at the scoreboard, you released a sigh of relief as O won, meaning the games would still proceed. 

Following the guards orders to disperse, you walked away as fast as you could. You needed to run away for a while, away from everyone, away from him. You weaved through the sea of players, ignoring the chaotic mix of relief and despair filling the room. Every step felt heavier, your mind still reeling from the sight of him. Why here? Why now?

Your chest ached. The large room offered little solace, the murmur of restless voices and distant footsteps a constant reminder of where you were. You sought refuge in the thin, scratchy blanket of your assigned bed, pulling it over yourself as if it could shield you from the weight pressing down on your chest.

Laying in a fetal position, you tried to steady your breathing, to stop the trembling in your hands. But his face—his eyes—kept flashing in your mind, a painful reminder of everything you thought you’d buried.

Anger simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. You clenched your fists, an attempt to stop the tears from flowing. But no amount of control could erase the gnawing ache in your chest.

“[Name]...”

The voice froze you in place. 

“Can we… talk?” His voice was quiet, almost pleading.

Under the covers, you exhaled sharply, forcing yourself to keep your tone steady. “What’s there to talk about, Dae-ho?”

His jaw tightened, and he took a cautious step closer to your bed. “I… I didn’t think I’d see you here. I didn’t think I’d see you again at all.”

“Neither did I,” you replied curtly. “And yet, here we are.”

He flinched at your words, guilt flashing in his eyes not that you could see it. “I know I owe you an explanation.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “An explanation? After all these years? After you disappeared without a word? You think I need that now, here of all places?”

His lips parted as if to argue, but he stopped himself. Instead, he looked down, his hands gripping the fabric of his jumpsuit. “I wanted to explain. I really did. But I didn’t know how.”

“You didn’t know how?” you repeated, incredulous. “You didn’t know how to tell me you were leaving? That you were giving up on us? That you—”

Your voice cracked, and you stopped, swallowing the lump in your throat. You refused to let him hear you cry. Not here. Not now.

“I didn’t give up on you,” he said softly.

His words hung in the air, but they did nothing to soothe the ache inside you. You shook your head once more, your voice trembling. “You left me alone, Dae-ho. You walked away without a word, and you left me to deal with everything by myself. Don’t tell me you didn’t give up.”

Silence followed, thick and suffocating. You could feel his eyes on your figure under the covers, before hearing footsteps walk away. You didn’t expect much, knowing that all he does is run from his responsibilities. But why did it still hurt? 

As you went to collect your dinner, you couldn’t help but overhear familiar laughter. Laughter that you used to love listening to. Silently gazing at Dae-ho’s figure, you watch in silence as he makes small talk with a group of men in the corner of the room. A small smile crept up your face, even after all those years he still has his charming laugh. You moved your gaze to the guard as they handed you your food, with a small bow you thanked them before going back to your bed. 

Looking at him one more time, your eyes widened in surprise as a set of eyes clashed with yours. Thankfully, it wasn’t Dae-ho. It was 001. There was something in his stare that made you scared. Maybe Dae-ho told them about your history and now they were angry at you, either way, who were you to care? You broke eye contact first, setting your gaze elsewhere as you retreated back to your assigned bed. Little did you know Dae-ho was doing the same, looking at you with longing eyes every time you had your back turned from him.

The next day came quickly, the game even quicker. You convinced a group to let you join their team with your gonggi skills. They were reluctant at first but had no choice but to let you in as the timer was nearing its end. Your team went through the games with ease, everyone was a pro on the games— you included. 

As the guard placed the table in front of you, you and your team squatted, the familiar weight of the stones in your hands grounding you. It reminded you of something, something far simpler, back when you were young.

“The slowest will have to buy the winner dinner, deal?” you said with a playful grin, your voice filled with mischievous confidence as you laid out the challenge.

Dae-ho’s eyes widened, shaking his head dramatically. “That’s unfair! You only say that because you’re a pro at gonggi!” he shot back, his voice half-laughing and half-complaining, clearly trying to defend himself.

Currently, the two of you, still in your high school uniforms, are sprawled on the floor of your room, surrounded by an amusing mess of half-done activities. The afternoon had been a carefree escape from schoolwork and responsibilities, as you had decided to skip school for the day. Your parents were away, so you had the house all to yourselves.

The floor was scattered with papers, a few textbooks left open, and snacks you’d absentmindedly snacked on while getting lost in your own little world. Dae-ho’s hair was a chaotic mess of clips, ties, and failed attempts at creating something resembling style. 

Meanwhile, your face was painted with makeup. Your eyes were covered in uneven eyeshadow, and your lipstick had smudged onto your cheeks in a way that had you wondering if you'd even be able to wash it off later. It was ridiculous, but it was also perfect. There was no need for perfection when you were together, just moments of unfiltered fun. You didn’t mind looking silly—it was a shared experience, after all.

You leaned back on the floor, hands resting behind your head, watching him with an amused expression. He had always been competitive, and you knew he wouldn’t let this challenge slide without giving it his all. But you also knew he wouldn’t back down.

"You're just mad because I'm about to beat you,” you teased, raising an eyebrow and holding the gonggi stones in your hand. “I’ve got this in the bag."

Dae-ho let out an exaggerated sigh, pretending to be defeated, but his eyes betrayed him—the challenge was on. “Fine. The loser buys the winner dinner.” he said, as the fire in his eyes burned brightly.

You smiled, leaning closer and placing the stones carefully in front of both of you. “You’re on,” you replied, your voice light but determined.

The game, which was just supposed to be a simple way to pass the time, had suddenly become a full-blown competition, complete with stakes. Dae-ho didn’t like losing, and you knew that meant he would give everything he had to win, but you weren’t going to make it easy for him.

With that, the tension between you both shifted. You could feel the energy change as you both focused on the stones in front of you, your hands hovering over them, ready to begin the game. The silly banter was still there, but now it was mixed with a more serious undercurrent—a challenge that was both fun and a little bit intense.

Dae-ho glanced at you once more, his expression playful but competitive, and you could see the slight smirk forming on his lips. “Get ready to buy me that dinner,” he said with mock confidence, ready to show you he was the better player.

You laughed, shaking your head. “We’ll see about that, Dae-ho.”

And with that, the game began, the stones flying through the air as you both competed to see who could win the challenge, the promise of dinner hanging in the balance.

After breezing through the first rounds, you placed all the stones on top of your hand, heart racing. You nervously exhaled, forcing yourself to focus.

“I’m honestly jealous of your gonggi skills,” you admitted, leaning back in your chair as you sat beside Dae-ho at your favorite hotpot place, a small smile playing on your lips as you stirred your bowl of soup.

Dae-ho, who had just taken a sip from his drink, blinked at you in mock surprise. “You? Jealous of me? You’re the one who won!” he said with a playful glare, his tone lighthearted.

You laughed softly, shaking your head at him. “Not that part, silly! I always notice that you always catch all five stones with ease. Even if I’m fast, I still mess up once in a while.” You looked down at your half-eaten bowl, the warmth from the hotpot filling your chest, but it wasn’t just from the food—it was the company that made everything feel so right.

Dae-ho’s expression softened as he put down his chopsticks, giving you his full attention. He nodded thoughtfully, then smiled, and for a moment, you felt as if the world outside didn’t exist, just the two of you, sharing this simple, quiet moment together.

“Well, my lovely [nickname],” he said, his voice taking on that playful, teasing tone you knew so well. “I can always tell you a trick,” he continued, raising an eyebrow mischievously. “But it’ll cost you. My secrets aren’t free, you know.”

Your curiosity piqued, you tilted your head, giving him a playful. “Go on, then.”

Dae-ho’s smile widened as he turned his cheek toward you, tilting his head just enough to make it clear what he wanted. You giggled, rolling your eyes but giving in, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his left cheek.

He grinned, the sparkle in his eyes making your heart skip a beat, and without missing a beat, he pointed to the other side, silently asking for more. You couldn’t help but smile, kissing his right cheek just as lightly.

Then, Dae-ho tilted his head again, offering his forehead with that trademark mischievous smile. “And this one?” he asked, his eyes glinting with excitement.

You didn’t even hesitate, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his forehead, your heart fluttering in the simple affection. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, and the more you kissed him, the more the world around you faded away.

He stretched his hand out next, offering the back of his left hand with an expectant grin. You chuckled at how silly this game was becoming, but you still kissed it gently, your heart swelling with warmth. His grin only grew wider, and before you knew it, he was extending his right hand, offering it up for another kiss.

You kissed it too, your heart fluttering again at how effortlessly he could make everything feel so special. Each little moment, each silly gesture, you loved it all.

Finally, with that signature grin of his, Dae-ho turned fully toward you, his eyes sparkling with playfulness. “And this one?” he asked, tilting his face toward yours, the question hanging in the air like an invitation.

Without even thinking, you closed the space between you and kissed his lips, a soft, lingering kiss that felt full of promise and affection. The moment was so pure, so simple, that it left you breathless in the best way. Nothing mattered but the two of you, sharing this quiet, tender connection.

Dae-ho smiled against your lips, his arms subtly drawing you closer as he pulled back just slightly, a lovestruck expression on his face. “You’re the best, [nickname].” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear as he nuzzled you gently. His voice was soft and full of affection, and you couldn’t help but smile back, your heart swelling with warmth.

You leaned in, your voice teasing. “So? What’s the trick?”

Dae-ho let out a dramatic sigh, pretending to be exasperated but still smiling. “Can’t I have a lovely moment with you?” he asked, his tone light and affectionate.

“Dae-ho.” you said with a small laugh, nudging him playfully.

“Fine, fine! You’re a party pooper!” he joked, giving you a nudge back before getting serious. He shifted slightly, sitting up straighter and showing you a more focused expression. “Alright, listen carefully.” He mimicked the motions as he spoke. “What I do is first calm myself down. Inhale... and exhale.” He demonstrated the breathing technique, his chest rising and falling slowly. 

He paused before looking at you expectantly. Rolling your eyes, you copied his movement. Inhale and exhale.

Satisfied, he continued. “Once you find your peace, you put all your might in your palm so the stones don’t fall. Strong foundation.”

You nodded, watching him carefully. “Got it,” you said, your gaze fixed on his hands as he continued with his instructions.

He smiled, clearly pleased by your attention. “Then you throw your hand upwards—just right. Not too low, not too high,” he said, raising one hand and showing you the perfect motion. “Count one...” He paused dramatically, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Count one,” you repeated, laughing softly at how serious he was being, yet how cute he looked while teaching you.

“Then catch!” 

You threw your hand up. It felt natural. It felt right. The stones landed, and you caught them all in one smooth motion.

“Hey! I caught it on the first try!” You grinned, excitement rushing through you. You looked up, expecting to see Dae-ho’s proud smile, the one that always made your heart race.

But instead, you met the cold, expressionless face of a guard. Reality hit like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t Dae-ho. This wasn’t your favorite hotpot place.

Your heart twisted, the warmth you replaced by the emptiness of this place. You tried to smile, but it felt hollow. The distant cheers of your teammates did nothing to drown out the silence in your mind.

You couldn’t shake the memory, his teasing smile, his quiet words, the way his lips brushed against yours. Those were moments you could never go back to. As you moved on to the next station, the sting of that memory lingered, sharp and painful. The sweetness was gone. It was just you, alone in this game, with no place for memories of simpler times.

Everything was a blur after that, your mind occupied by what happened during the second game. Gonggi was something you always bonded over, and that game brought unwanted memories back. It got to a point wherein the way you’d always made decisions, small or big, was by playing gonggi. Where to eat? Play gonggi. Who’s paying the bill? Gonggi. 

But now, as you lay at your bed, staring at the ceiling, it wasn’t the same. Your mind wandered back to that moment, remembering his smile, the way his eyes would soften when he looked at you. That warmth, that sense of belonging, was gone. The past felt distant, like a dream you couldn’t hold onto anymore.

You closed your eyes, trying to push the memory away. Suddenly, the light went out. 

The light went out? That wasn’t right.

You opened one eye and saw Dae-ho standing above you, looking down at you with that nervous, familiar expression.

“Congrats, [Name]. I knew you could do it.” he said softly.

You looked up at him, emotions swirling in your chest. “Congrats also, Dae-ho.” you replied quietly. 

You stared at him as the weight of everything hung heavy in the air between you. You had so many emotions running through your veins—hurt, betrayal, confusion, anger—and yet, here he was, standing in front of you, trying to explain himself, trying to make sense of everything.

“[Name]... Please, talk to me.” he repeated, his voice soft but desperate.

You didn’t move at first. The space between you, filled with so many unspoken words. Finally, you stood up, leading him to a quiet corner between the bed frames, away from the chaos. The moment felt strangely intimate, but so far removed from anything you could have ever imagined.

Dae-ho was the first to break the silence, his voice shaking with the weight of his confession. “I didn’t want to leave, [Name]. I didn’t... but I had no choice.” He paused, his face twisted with guilt as he rubbed his hands together nervously.

“My father...” His voice cracked as he spoke, his words thick with regret. “He was... always trying to control me. Pushing me into things I didn’t want. He never let me make my own decisions. But when it came to you... he saw how much I cared. He saw how soft I was because of you, and he hated it. He thought I wasn’t strong enough to survive—how I wasn't becoming a real man, so he sent me away. He made me join the Marines. He didn’t even let me choose. I tried to fight him. I tried to say no, but he didn’t care.”

You felt your heart break all over again. “But... Why didn’t you fight harder for us? Why didn’t you try harder to stay? To... tell me?” The words were out before you could stop them, and they stung more than you’d expected.

“I... I couldn’t,” he whispered. “He had me. I thought if I left, if I did what he said, it would all be over. That he’d leave me alone. But when I came back, you were gone. I couldn’t find you. I looked for you everywhere, [Name], but you and your family were gone. And I thought... I thought I lost you forever. And I couldn’t fix it.”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying. “But you didn’t even try to find me, Dae-ho. You just... disappeared. I waited for you. I thought I was worth waiting for, but you made me feel the  opposite. You just left, and I had to pick up the pieces of my life without you.”

“Please don’t say that. You are worth fighting for [Name].”

His eyes filled with sorrow, and he reached out for you, but you pulled back slightly, not ready for his touch just yet. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I could make it right when I came back, but... it wasn’t the same. And now I’m afraid I’ve lost you for good.”

Your chest tightened, and you fought to keep your emotions in check. “You didn’t lose me, Dae-ho. If anything, I still think about you. Every street I walk, every place I visit. I always tried to find any sign of you. You just… you never gave me a chance to be part of your life anymore. I can’t just go back to how things were. I can’t pretend everything’s okay, because it’s not.”

“I understand,” Dae-ho said quietly, his voice laced with sincerity. “I know you’ve been through so much. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you before, but I’m here now. Let me make it right. Please…”

He paused, swallowing hard before speaking again, as if the weight of his words was too heavy to bear. “If you just vote to go home, we can leave all this behind. We don’t have to keep playing. We can go back to the way things were. We can be free. We can live together.”

His words hit you like a punch to the stomach, leaving you breathless. You couldn’t wrap your mind around what he was asking. He wanted you to vote to go home? That’s all it took? To end this nightmare?

You took a step back, your heart hammering in your chest. The sudden flood of emotions was overwhelming—confusion, anger, hurt, all rolled into one. “Is that what you think this is about, Dae-ho? You think you can just tell me to vote to go home and everything will magically go back to normal? That we’ll just go back to living in some fairy tale together?”

His face faltered with guilt, but you couldn’t stop yourself. The words were already tumbling out, and the anger was building with each second. “You have no idea what it’s like for me out there. I don’t have anything left. No family. No safety. No way out. If I leave without the money, I’ll be dead before I even make it out of the game. The people who own me—they’ll come for me. They’ll end me.”

You couldn’t stop the rise of panic and fury in your voice. “You think voting to go home is going to fix everything? Do you think that’ll save me from what’s out there? You think that’s going to protect me?”

You were shaking now, your words louder, sharper with each passing second. “I’m not here by choice. I didn’t sign up for this game to have some fun. I’m here because I have no other option. I need the money. I have to win. I don’t have the luxury of walking away. If I don’t make it, I’m dead. They’ll take everything I have left. They’ll take my life. And you want me to just throw that away?”

His face went pale, his hands trembling as he reached out, but you stepped back, your emotions running too high. You were drowning in your own fear, your own anger, and he was standing there, asking for something you couldn’t give. Not now. Not when your very existence was on the line.

“I’m not going to die for you to feel like you’ve done something good,” you spat, your voice cold and full of finality. “I’ll keep playing. I’ll keep fighting. I’ll keep voting O if that’s what it takes to stay alive. Because I don’t have the luxury to just quit. I don’t have the luxury to go home. If I die here, then I die here. But at least I had a chance. A chance to keep living.”

You could see the regret flooding his face now, the guilt in his eyes clear as day. But it didn’t matter. You had already crossed the line, said everything you needed to say. The wound had already been made, and nothing would heal it now.

“They took everything from me,” you whispered, voice cracking with the weight of the confession. “I don’t have anything left. This game, this nightmare is all I have. If I leave without any money, without anything... they’ll take me. They’ll take my life.”

His expression was full of pain now. The words hit him hard, and you saw the guilt swirling inside him. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came. You saw the regret in his eyes, the apology he couldn’t voice—but it was too little, too late.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered finally, his voice thick with regret. “I never meant to hurt you. I just… I didn’t know. I didn’t know it was this bad. I didn’t know you were fighting for your life.”

You shook your head slowly, stepping back from him. “You didn’t know? You never bothered to ask. You didn’t care enough to understand what I was going through. You just assumed everything would be fine, that we could go back to normal. But you didn’t ask, Dae-ho. You didn’t care.”

His face crumpled with the realization of what you were saying, and the weight of your words hit him like a ton of bricks. But you didn’t care. Not now. Not when you were holding on to the one thing that mattered to you right now—your will to survive.

“I’m sorry, Dae-ho,” you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips, but full of emotion. “But I care about surviving. I care about living. And if I have to vote O, if I have to keep playing to do that, then that’s what I’ll do.”

For a long moment, you stood there, facing each other in the silence, your hearts both full of unsaid things. But the anger slowly began to fade, replaced by a deep sadness, a sorrow that neither of you could fix.

He stepped closer to you, his voice quiet. “I’m sorry... I never wanted this for you. But I’ll always be here, [Name], even if you hate me for it.”

You looked at him one last time, the weight of everything you had said sinking in. And for the first time in a long time, you let the tears fall—not from anger, but from the overwhelming fear of it all. The fear of what your life had become, of how far you’d fallen, of the choices you had to make that never felt right.

Dae-ho stared at you as you quietly wept, his heart breaking at the sight of your pain. Without a second thought, he reached out, pulling you into his arms. He wrapped you in the comfort of his embrace, guiding your head to rest against his chest, your tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt.

He didn’t speak at first, just held you tightly, as if trying to shield you from the world, from everything that had happened, and everything you feared. His hand gently rubbed your back in slow, soothing circles, offering what comfort he could in that moment.

“I’m sorry… I know I can’t take away all the pain,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “But I’m here, [Name]. I won’t leave you. You don’t have to go through this alone anymore. Please... just let me be here for you.”

You clung to him, not knowing if you wanted him to fix everything, but just needing the solace, the warmth that came with knowing he was still here. Still trying. You didn’t know what the future held, or if you could ever truly forgive him for the past, but in that moment, you allowed yourself to feel something you hadn’t in so long—comfort, even if it was fleeting.

He tightened his hold on you, letting you cry, never pushing you away. “I’ll always be here. I promise.”

You didn’t know how long it had been, but eventually, the tears started to slow. The tightness in your chest eased just a little, and you found yourself breathing a bit easier. Dae-ho, still holding you gently, never let go. He simply let you rest against him, giving you space to process everything, even if that meant staying silent for the moment.

You looked at him, your chest heavy with everything you’d just let out. “I’m sorry too,” you murmured, voice low and shaky. “I... I didn’t mean to lash out like that. I was just... I don’t know. I was scared. I couldn’t—couldn’t bear the thought of losing everything. But I shouldn’t have said those things.”

Dae-ho shook his head softly, his fingers brushing your cheek again. “No... I deserved it. I made you carry too much, and I never gave you the chance to say how you really felt. I was so focused on my own guilt, I didn’t see how much I was hurting you.”

The weight of the words sank in, and you felt a tear slip down your cheek, though this one wasn’t filled with anger—it was filled with a sadness you hadn’t let yourself fully feel until now. “We both messed up,” you whispered, the ache in your heart growing.

Dae-ho’s gaze softened, his hand gently squeezing yours. “But I’ll try to make it right. I don’t know if I can, but I’ll keep trying, [Name]. I’ll stay by your side, no matter what.”

You took a shaky breath, finding comfort in the sincerity of his words. “I don’t know where we go from here, but... I can’t pretend like it’s all fine. I need time.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’ll give you all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just... sorry. For everything.”

The air between you was thick with unspoken apologies, regrets, and the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, you could both find a way to heal from this. You both had a long road ahead, a game to survive. But for now, the silence was no longer heavy with tension. Instead, it was filled with a quiet understanding, one that neither of you had expected to find, but one that was slowly, carefully beginning to piece things together.

"This time, the vote will begin with Player 001. Player 001, please cast your vote."

The moment the announcement was made, you felt a cold shiver run down your spine. Voting had begun. This time, you were going first—before Dae-ho. He stood beside you, his presence steady and calming, but there was an undeniable tension in the air. His hand brushed your back, the soothing gesture almost feeling out of place in this chaotic, life-or-death situation.

“Choose what you need,” Dae-ho whispered, his voice soft but full of sincerity. “Don’t worry about me. I won’t be mad.”

His words settled over you like a gentle blanket, but they couldn’t remove the weight of the decision you had to make. To survive, to keep moving forward, you knew you had to vote for O. You had to keep playing if you wanted a chance at surviving, but even as you stood in front of the voting machine, you felt a sickening sense of dread.

Was it really worth it? Pushing yourself, forcing the belief that survival was your only option, knowing the outside world would swallow you whole. What was the point of living if the only person who ever made you feel truly alive has always been Dae-ho? The thought echoed in your mind, and the walls of the room suddenly felt like they were closing in around you. Dae-ho had become your anchor in this madness—your reason for pushing through.

But now, you had to choose. You needed to choose for your own survival.

Your finger hovered over the button for O, but then you thought about everything you’d been through, everything you’d sacrificed already. At that moment, it was no longer just about survival. It was about the life you had left to live. You didn’t want to keep going without him.

X.

You slammed your hand down on the button, your choice made in an instant. The harsh reality of it stung as you tore off the patch you had placed on your jacket earlier, replacing it with a new one. As you made your way to the X side of the room, your heart felt heavy, but there was a strange sense of finality to it. You have made your decision.

You couldn’t help but look over at Dae-ho. The surprise on his face was so pure, so raw. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape, like a fish caught out of water, and the shock in his gaze hit you harder than you expected.

Despite the tension and the gravity of the moment, you found yourself quietly laughing at him, unable to hold it in. The absurdity of it all—of choosing to walk away from everything that had kept you going—made you want to laugh and cry at the same time. God, you felt like a fool. After your dramatic show earlier, how you had confidently claimed that you would continue voting O, ready to survive, ready to keep playing. Yet here you were, choosing X, choosing to stop. Choosing him.

Dae-ho just stood there for a moment, still processing, before going up the platform to vote. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, as if he were trying to piece together what had just happened. You couldn’t blame him. The moment was so surreal, so at odds with everything you’d said before. 

You watched him, heart hammering in your chest as he stood at the voting machine. His back was turned to you, but you could almost feel the confusion radiating off him. His hesitation was palpable, and you wondered if he understood. If he saw why you made the decision you did.

The sound of his vote pressing echoed in the silence, a soft click that seemed too loud for the room. He immediately walked to where you stood, his expression unreadable.

“I don’t get it,” he muttered. “Why... why did you choose X?”

The answer was too simple, too complicated, and maybe too painful to say out loud. Instead, you gave him a small smile, one that held so many unsaid things. “Dae-ho, I’ll always choose you.”

In the end, your vote didn’t matter. Since O won by a landslide, the next game was inevitable. But for the first time in days, or maybe even years, you found yourself smiling—a real, genuine smile—as you were introduced to Dae-ho’s little group. You exchanged pleasantries, introduced yourselves, and felt something warm stir inside you.

The following day came quickly, and with it, the next game. One moment, you were lying in bed, your mind running wild with the uncertainty of what was to come. Next, you were on a spinning platform, waiting for the music to stop. Your eyes immediately sought out Dae-ho, and when you met his gaze, he reached for your hand, gripping it tightly, as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, a promise in his words. “I won’t let go.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I know.”

The rounds passed, too smoothly, almost disturbingly so. You all survived the first four rounds with ease.

But everything was about to change. 

7.

“Five women, and two men. Go!” Gi-hun’s commanding voice cut through the noise, demanding attention. Without hesitation, 007 shot his hand into the air. “I’ll go with my mother!” he announced, stepping forward. Gi-hun nodded, relieved to have a volunteer. He scanned the group again, waiting for the next person to step up.

Dae-ho raised his hand, his voice strong as he called out, “We’ll go!” He pulled you closer to him, offering a small smile that was laced with worry. His eyes betrayed his calm demeanor, revealing the weight of what was happening. The air around you both felt heavy with the uncertainty of the situation. Still, you clung to each other, walking together toward the door.

Your group of seven—007, 149, 120, 095, Jun-hee, you, and Dae-ho—ran toward the nearest empty room. The sound of your hurried footsteps echoed in the tense silence. But just as you were about to step inside, something caught your eye and made your heart drop.

Player 095, frail and struggling, was being shoved aside by a group of players. Seeing her so helpless, you couldn’t just stand by. Without thinking, you yanked your hand from Dae-ho’s grasp and rushed to her side.

Dae-ho’s heart skipped a beat the moment he felt the loss of your hand. Panic surged through him. Where did you go? He scanned the chaos around him, his eyes frantic as he searched for you in the crowded room. His heart tightened when he saw you helped 095 into the room, making sure she was safe. He could see the determination in your eyes as you ensured her well-being, but once it was your turn to come into the room, to rejoin him, disaster struck.

A group of four players, each desperately fighting for their own survival, barreled into you.

The impact was brutal. Your body was slammed to the ground with overwhelming force. Everything around you seemed to blur and slow down as you hit the floor, your breath knocked from your chest in a violent rush. A sharp wave of pain shot through your body—your limbs aching, your head spinning—but strangely, you couldn't feel it all at once. The shock of the fall seemed to disconnect you from your body, like you were floating in a painful haze.

In that split second, time seemed to stretch out. You felt a sudden sense of numbness as your body tried to process the damage, and your heart raced as you struggled to breathe. Your vision blurred, and for a moment, you feared that you wouldn’t be able to get up again. But then, the rush of adrenaline kicked in.

Determination surged through you like a lightning bolt. You couldn't afford to stay down. You had to survive.

You pushed yourself off the ground, ignoring the throbbing pain in your limbs, and scrambled to your feet. Gritting your teeth, you ran with every ounce of strength you had left, your focus fixed on the door. You had to get inside—it was the only chance left. The room was just a few feet away now, but each step felt like an eternity as you sprinted, your legs shaking with exertion and fear. Every part of you screamed for rest, but you couldn't stop. Not yet.

"[Name]! Let’s play Mingle!" Dae-ho’s voice rang out with excitement, pulling you out of your thoughts. You raised an eyebrow, already knowing his playful nature.

“With just the two of us?” you asked, teasing him. A grin tugged at your lips despite yourself, knowing that whatever he had planned would likely be a mix of fun and absurdity.

“Well...” Dae-ho scratched the back of his neck, pretending to think deeply, but the mischievous glint in his eyes gave him away. He was already scheming.

It was your third anniversary together, a day you both decided to celebrate in your usual style: by skipping class and spending it alone in your room. Both of you were still wearing your high school uniforms—uniforms that no longer felt like the serious attire they were supposed to be. The two of you had spent countless afternoons like this, laughing and simply enjoying each other's company, without a care in the world.

“I’ve got it!” Dae-ho suddenly exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he dashed to your bed. He scooped up a handful of stuffed toys with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Let’s use our children!” he declared, holding them up like he had just discovered the most brilliant idea.

You stared at him, your laughter bubbling up instantly. "Our children? Really, tiger?" you chuckled, wiping away the tears that had already begun to form from laughing too hard.

"Hey, don’t laugh! This is serious!" he protested, feigning offense, but you could see the twinkle in his eyes that told you he was only pretending to be upset. He adjusted the toys in his arms, a determined look on his face.

“Alright, fine,” you replied, still laughing but wiping your eyes. “Let’s play.” You were already game—who could resist when Dae-ho was this excited?

Dae-ho carefully arranged the toys in front of you both, giving each one a position with a level of care that made it clear he was taking this game very seriously. “Okay. For this round… Three!” he announced dramatically, holding his hands out in front of him like he was preparing to start a battle.

You didn’t even wait for him to finish before snatching up two of the nearest toys. His jaw dropped in mock betrayal, and he huffed loudly, feigning offense. "Not fair! You should partner with me. Always!" he said, acting like you had broken some sacred rule.

You stuck your tongue out at him, teasing. “Stop being a sore loser! I’m just playing by your rules.”

"Fine," he grumbled. He pouted dramatically, a little over-the-top for someone so competitive. He then scurried around the room, gathering two more toys to prepare for the next round.

The game continued in the same playful vein, with the toys being eliminated one by one. The room filled with the sound of laughter, teasing, and mock outrage as each round got more dramatic. The toys “lost” in ways that made no sense, their plush bodies being thrown to the side in exaggerated defeat.

"For this round,” Dae-ho said, his voice suddenly turning serious. “Two!” He gave you a look, as if to challenge you to keep up with him.

You smirked, ready to grab him this time. But before you could react, he swooped down and grabbed the last remaining toy, holding it close to his chest with a triumphant grin. “Hey!” you cried out in mock outrage, throwing your hands up.

"Sore loser!" he teased, clearly pleased with his victory.

You crossed your arms, pretending to sulk. “Whatever.” you muttered, rolling your eyes for effect.

Dae-ho chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. He set the toy down, then knelt in front of you. “Wait, wait, don’t be mad!” he said, holding the toy up to his face like a little puppet. He moved its tiny arms in a dramatic fashion, as if it was trying to “walk” toward you.

"Eomma! Please don’t be angry at Appa! Pleaseee!” he said in a high-pitched, exaggerated voice that made you burst out laughing.

Your faux anger crumbled immediately, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. He was ridiculous—and that was one of the many reasons you loved him.

Still holding the toy, Dae-ho slowly lowered it from his face, a more tender look in his eyes. You hadn’t noticed at first, but there was a delicate necklace hanging from the toy’s tiny paw. Your breath hitched as he gently removed the necklace and held it out to you.

"Here," he said softly, his voice unexpectedly gentle. You could feel the warmth in his words as he looked at you with such sincerity. Without warning, he leaned forward and clasped the necklace around your neck. The touch of his fingers against your skin sent a shiver through you. "Happy anniversary, [Name]."

For a moment, your heart skipped a beat as the rush of emotion hit you unexpectedly. His gesture felt like everything—a simple, yet deeply meaningful way of showing how much he cared. You blinked back the sudden welling of emotion in your chest.

Before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips in gratitude. You then buried your face in his shoulder, hiding the emotions that threatened to spill over.

“Thank you.” you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin.

Dae-ho chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, comforting hug. “Anything for you.”

In that moment, everything else faded away. There was just the two of you, wrapped in each other's warmth, sharing a quiet, simple happiness that felt bigger than any words could express. Time seemed to slow down, and you didn’t want to think about anything else.

As you pulled back, your laughter bubbled up again, light and carefree. You couldn’t resist teasing him once more. “You’re still a sore loser, though.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dae-ho replied, rolling his eyes but still grinning. “But you love me anyway.”

You smiled, your gaze softening as you looked at him with affection. “I do. Now help me with this necklace!”

Your hand stretched toward the door, the cold metal just within reach. 

Then everything went silent.

[littlemisshyperfixation]

Yoongi Fic Recommendations

a - angst f - fluff s - smut

part 2

Series

In the Margins (a s f) by @bonvoyagenoona ⊹₊⋆ You weren’t sure what he would look like. His writing made you think of a cabin nestled among tall pines, a well-worn cardigan, a scotch neat, and a wistful wisp of smoke seeping into the air from the bowl of an unattended tobacco pipe. What stands before you now is a studio apartment in the city, cigarette butts, coffee stains, and a scowl. There’s definitely been a mistake.

Fix You (f a) by @casuallyimagining ⊹₊⋆ When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?

desolate (a f s) by @angelicyoongie ⊹₊⋆ you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

One Shots

Set Me Free (a f) by @casuallyimagining ⊹₊⋆ Tired of being told how to live his life and unsure of where he stands in the world, Yoongi--your soulmate--yearns to be free. When you give him what he wants, it causes a rift in your relationship that seems irreparable. 12 years later, you find him back in your life. Can you mend your relationship? Do you even want to?

back-burner (a f s) by @yoonpobs ⊹₊⋆ sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

Love Language (a s f) by @gukslut ⊹₊⋆ Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have.

27 Phone Numbers (f) by @bxebxee ⊹₊⋆ Yoongi has gone through twenty-seven phone numbers over the last ten years, and you haven’t changed yours since high school. 

sweetner (f s) by @taegularities ⊹₊⋆ You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn't reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

One Chance (f) by @out-of-jams ⊹₊⋆ A musical genius, a guy with a bad reputation, your assigned partner for your final project. And the last thing you ever would have expected.

Seasons Change (a s) by @taetaesbaebaepsae ⊹₊⋆ Min Yoongi and you, through the seasons, break up and come back together. Nobody said love was easy.

All That Holly, Jolly Sh*t (a f s) by @daechwitatamic ⊹₊⋆ You haven’t seen or heard from Yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. When a Christmas Eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. And if they’re not… where does that leave you?

Now We Reign (a s f) by @oddinary4bts ⊹₊⋆ when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

take five (a f) by @jiminrings ⊹₊⋆ you're min yoongi's nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out - he never said anything about accepting though.

The Final - Day 02 (s) by @yoongiofmine ⊹₊⋆ You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?

hello soulmate (f) by @bluemari23 ⊹₊⋆ your first day on the job doesn't turn out the exact way you envisioned

Sugar Rush Ride (s) by @lo1k-diamonds ⊹₊⋆ You produced a song based on your hidden desires for your fellow producer and promised yourself that tonight, things would change. You were done pining after him, but then he arrived at the listening party.

fuck being friends (a f s) by @strawberrynamjoon ⊹₊⋆ as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.

Take One (s f) by @untaemedqueen ⊹₊⋆ There are three things which Yoongi was certain of. One, he was a big star in his field of work. Two, he had a huge cock, one to rival many of the largest names in his industry. Three, he can only find pleasure these days in written word. 

Illicit Favors (f s) by @yoongiofmine ⊹₊⋆ When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

Bet On It (s) by @minisugakoobies ⊹₊⋆ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

subscribed (s f) by @aquagustd ⊹₊⋆ you find out that youtube isn’t the only site he uses to satisfy his subscribers. what do you do with that information?

[msbigredmachine]

☕Roman Reigns Menu☕

☕SIGNATURE DRINKS☕

Entangled

In a wealthy Hartford, CT suburb, two best friends fall into a tempting storm when a rich, devastatingly handsome man moves in next door. Wealthy, irresistible, and dangerously disruptive. Passion, jealousy, and chaos ignite…and nobody’s playing it safe. Based on characters from The Boy Next Door. [In progress]

Finding Angel (BRAND NEW)

In a world of bright lights, dark secrets, and sizzling chemistry, pro wrestling's biggest star finds his Angel. But as undeniable as their passion is, so are the obstacles threatening to tear them apart. [In progress]

The Boy Next Door

A sexy mysterious man is new in town…but mystery is not all he brings with him… (Co-written with @harmshake) AU romance/psychological thriller. [Completed]

Power Couple - The Series

They say, “Behind every great man stands a great woman”. But behind the Universal Champion and the Tribal Chief is a different breed of woman, a force of nature capable of bringing even the Head of the Table to his knees…and vice versa. [Completed]

Into The Deep End - The Saga

Sasha has always tried to play it safe, to keep her life as simple and risk-free as possible. Things change, however, when she garners the interest of a handsome, charming, younger man from a completely different world than hers. As she starts to question her own rules, is she ready to take the biggest chance of them all? Will she let herself take that dive? My very first Roman fic set circa 2014. [Completed]

Targets 

Roman Reigns is an agent in the secret organization The Authority and one of the world’s deadliest assassins. When he crosses paths with a mysterious woman during an assignment, he makes a life-changing decision that switches his role from the hunter to the hunted. (AU Espionage Story)  [Completed]

Roman & Jaida: The We Are Series 

He’s not her most favorite person in the world, but she finds it in her heart to be there for him in his time of need. In return, he shows her just how much he appreciates it. Set around the events of the 2015 Royal Rumble and the Blizzard Raw the night after. [Completed]

You Consume Me

She was beautiful, tempting, carefree, and everything I thought I wanted in a woman. One taste and I was hooked, abandoning everything and everyone I cared about to be with her. What I failed to see was the other side of her; a side that was dark, dangerous…Deadly.  [Completed]

Come What May 

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. So why did she feel like she was making the biggest mistake of her life? (Roman Reigns/OC/Tama Tonga)  [Completed]

☕DOUBLE SHOTS☕

You Again 

That awkward moment when the biggest star in pro wrestling happens to be your high school bully…and he’s in your office. A 2-part series [Completed]

Talking Body 

Photoshoots, lingerie and a long overdue baecation are in store for Roman and Gia heading into their five-year(ish) anniversary. Let’s hope it all goes off without a hitch. [Completed]

☕SPECIALTY BREWS☕

Co-Star - Juliana “Juju” Hamilton, a celebrated TV star, and Roman Reigns, a former WWE icon stepping into his first major acting role, play star-crossed lovers on a hit series. But as they prepare to film their first sex scene, the lines between fiction and reality begin to blur.

Off The Record - When passion gets recorded, it becomes the hottest track of the year. Roman/Black Fem Rapper!OC

Midnight Sparks - On New Year’s Eve, the OTC retreats to a quiet bar, craving solitude. When a confident and captivating woman crosses his path, their connection ignites, turning a quiet night into something unforgettable.

Nothing Left - The tale of a marriage built on trust, torn apart by lies, and a woman’s breaking point that should never have been reached.

Handsy - When the OTC asks for help and you oblige him, he’s very happy to return the favor.

Behind The Mask -  Sometimes love demands that you fight not for yourself—but for someone who can’t fight back.

Cheat Meal - The OTC is hungry for a whole lot more than just good food.

Butterscotch & Chocolate - What’s better than a hunky, rich and powerful Samoan boyfriend? Why, two, of course! (Roman Reigns/OC/The Rock)

Kitty Kat - After a lifetime of searching, the Tribal Chief may have finally found the woman of his dreams. Post-Summerslam 2024.

Black Sweatpants - Why did the Tribal Chief arrive late to the Pat McAfee Show? Based on Roman’s appearance on March 22 2024.

Checkmate - The new Smackdown GM reminds the Tribal Chief who’s boss, in more ways than one. The aftermath of the highly entertaining WrestleMania 40 Press Conference.

Santa Daddy🎄- All the Tribal Chief wants for Christmas is you.

Sugar & The Chief - Reader is a best-selling erotic author reflecting on the success of her newest novel, which is based on her secret affair with the man who became her muse.

Say Cheese - A steamy after-work rendezvous with the Tribal Chief and his princess is captured in 4K. 

In Peace - When one of the Wiseman’s incessant phone calls comes at the wrong time 🙄.

Here With Me - As the Bloodline Civil War takes an unexpected turn of events, Reader comes up with the perfect pick-me-up for her Tribal Chief. Post-Summerslam 2023.

M.K.A.M. (My Kinda Morning) - Who says birthday sex has to end after the birthday?

Dirty Little Secret - They are each other’s escape, too good to let go of. Until they have to let go.

I Still Heart You - This year, Valentine’s Day takes an interesting turn for two exes.

Latch - The most meaningful conversations take place in the shower. 

Daddy The Sub - The Tribal Chief comes home to receive his punishment.

Feedback - The Tribal Chief loves it when you tell show him how much you like his promos. Set after that epic unification contract signing segment of Feb 25, 2022

Sex On The Beach - Remember that “Running Around Naked” promo the Tribal Chief cut some months ago? Well, this is exactly what happened on the private island…in my mind at least.

Boss Lady - It’s always good to have a close working relationship with your boss. But what if you want to be closer? More importantly, what if the feeling is mutual? AU.

I Won’t Let You Fall -She was ready to give up on herself, but one man had to let her know he was not ready to lose her, even if it meant revealing a certain secret he’d kept to himself for years. 

Gold Digger - Roman is having a hard time getting rid of his gold-digging ex-wife. What exactly does he have to do to get her out of his life permanently? AU.

Believe - Still hurting from a nasty breakup, Livia is convinced that love does not exist. But Roman decides to prove her wrong…in the most romantic way possible.

The One That Got Away - On the biggest night of her career, Hollywood movie star Beverley Tyler looks back on what might have been. There are things more important than fame and fortune. Beverley learned that the hard way. 

The Mechanic - An impromptu trip to a service station leads to an encounter with a sexy mechanic. Her car isn’t the only thing he works on. AU.

☕ESPRESSO SHOTS☕

Kiss Me (200 Words in May Challenge)

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⌗ R1V3RASHIFTS : welcome to my (very) long dr list! don't be afraid, it doesn't bite... just letting you know i most definitely won't post about each and every one of these as some of these are more personal (or embarrassing..) than others. if you have questions about any, feel free to send an ask whenever!

꒰ྀི　K-POP　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 enhypen eighth member

⁰⁰² 𓈒 enhypen seventh member

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 enhypen twelfth member

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 enhypen eighth member (poly)

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 enhypen eighth member (gg)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 stray kids eighth member

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 æspa fifth member

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 newjeans sixth member

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 (g)i-dle seventh member

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 itzy sixth member

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 le sserafim sixth member

⁰¹² 𓈒 3racha fourth member

⁰¹³ 𓈒 tomorrow x together fifth member

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 xdinary heroes seventh member

꒰ྀི　OWN GRP　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 bratz!

⁰⁰² 𓈒 monster high

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 idol stars (unnamed grp)

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 v.e.x

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 by the stars (bts) (vers. 1)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 by the stars (bts) (vers. 2)

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 eclipse

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 atlantis

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 celeste

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 loveloop

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 lovex

⁰¹² 𓈒 honey

⁰¹³ 𓈒 mydol / miraculous x idols

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 marvel x idols (unnamed grp)

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 (unnamed nct type grp)

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 moxie / a2k

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 girls planet 999 (unnamed grp)

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 produce series (unnamed grp)

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 yin&yang

⁰²⁰ 𓈒 punk punk

⁰²¹ 𓈒 retrograde

꒰ྀི　K-POP SOLOIST　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 holly

⁰⁰² 𓈒 king

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 nabi

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 star

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 quae

꒰ྀི　MIRACULOUS　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 nagara

⁰⁰² 𓈒 vespera

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 miraculous academy

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 mydol / miraculous x idols

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 miraculous (feat. idols)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 miraculous x marvel

꒰ྀི　HOGWARTS　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 golden trio ('80 liner)

⁰⁰² 𓈒 golden trio ('76 liner)

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 golden trio / slytherin boys

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 golden trio — chosen one

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 modern golden trio

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 hogwarts (feat. idols)

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 beauxbatons student

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 canadian school student

꒰ྀི　MOVIE / SERIES　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 general marvel

⁰⁰² 𓈒 miraculous x marvel

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 marvel (feat. idols)

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 black widow

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 agatha all along

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 business proposal

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 descendants — enchantress

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 descendants — queen of hearts

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 descendants — mad hatter

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 pokémon

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 outerbanks — pogue

⁰¹² 𓈒 outerbanks — kook

⁰¹³ 𓈒 outerbanks — kook-pogue

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 the fosters

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 ever after high

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 criminal minds — spencer

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 criminal minds — jemily

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 enhypen next door

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 h2o

⁰²⁰ 𓈒 k-12

⁰²¹ 𓈒 hometown cha cha cha

⁰²² 𓈒 narnia

⁰²³ 𓈒 spirited

⁰²⁴ 𓈒 how to train your dragon

⁰²⁵ 𓈒 part time idol

⁰²⁶ 𓈒 princess diaries

⁰²⁷ 𓈒 the princess switch

⁰²⁸ 𓈒 princess & the pop star (princess)

⁰²⁹ 𓈒 princess & the pop star (pop star)

⁰³⁰ 𓈒 the school of good and evil

⁰³¹ 𓈒 percy jackson

⁰³² 𓈒 percy jackson (feat. idols)

⁰³³ 𓈒 the thundermans

⁰³⁴ 𓈒 wizards of waverly place

⁰³⁵ 𓈒 sky high

⁰³⁶ 𓈒 squid game

⁰³⁷ 𓈒 to all the boys i've loved before

⁰³⁸ 𓈒 wednesday

⁰³⁹ 𓈒 twinkling watermelon

⁰⁴⁰ 𓈒 starstruck

⁰⁴¹ 𓈒 lemonade mouth

⁰⁴² 𓈒 shameless

⁰⁴³ 𓈒 yellowjackets

꒰ྀི　BOOK / FANFIC　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 renegades (marissa meyer)

⁰⁰² 𓈒 renegades (feat. idols)

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 the lunar chronicles (marissa meyer)

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 heartless (marissa meyer)

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 you don't have a shot (racquel marie)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 the folk of the air (holly black)

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 shatter me (tahereh mafi)

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 chanwitch (fic)

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 say please (fic)

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 hideout (fic)

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 the tale of geoji & jinsil (fic)

⁰¹² 𓈒 dollhouse (fic)

꒰ྀི　FAME　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 actress & singer

⁰⁰² 𓈒 actress (louis partridge)

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 actress (mikey madison)

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 model & actress

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 rapper

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 actress (fics to movie)

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 katseye sixth member

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 k-drama actress

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 nepo baby (taylor swift)

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 nepo baby (gracie abrams)

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 1950s actress

⁰¹² 𓈒 band (unnamed atm)

⁰¹³ 𓈒 bake off competition show

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 lifestyle reality show

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 minecraft youtuber

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 learn/travel/vlog

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 author

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 sugar baby / singer

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 boysworld

꒰ྀི　MISC.　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 idol school

⁰⁰² 𓈒 ideal fan / better cr

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 y/n experience / better cr

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 wag / better cr

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 concert experience

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 eternal summer

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 eternal summer (multi)

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 waiting room — circular room

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 waiting room — cloud castle

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 waiting room — bookstore/cinema

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 waiting room — storyline

⁰¹² 𓈒 jeu imaginaire

⁰¹³ 𓈒 pirate life

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 fantasy world — royalty

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 fantasy world — charmed

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 fantasy world — unnamed

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 fantasy world — supernatural academy

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 christmas wonderland

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 royalty

⁰²⁰ 𓈒 women-only paradise

⁰²¹ 𓈒 boarding school

⁰²² 𓈒 idol school

⁰²³ 𓈒 farm life / minecraft irl

⁰²⁴ 𓈒 eternal childhood

⁰²⁵ 𓈒 cottage witch

⁰²⁶ 𓈒 village life

⁰²⁷ 𓈒 iykyk 😝

⁰²⁸ 𓈒 spy academy

⁰²⁹ 𓈒 college life

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[seungiesz]

‧₊˚.FACE 2 FACE! bang chan x reader smau

chan’s stream team (profiles)

chris, 22, faceless streamer! started streaming his third year of college on a whim to help get his confidence up. he honestly just does whatever the fans ask for. started taking off when he was reading fans confessions and clips started going viral.

chan, 22, music producer! the person behind the streams! just graduated from uni and started working as a producer at jisung’s dad’s company. (lives with the rest of the group).

jisung, 21, rapper! artist under his father’s company, yes he’s a nepo baby. very interactive with his fans and surprisingly down to earth (sometimes). started taking off when one of his joke songs went viral on tiktok. (his dad pays for their place).

minho, 22, cat cafe barista! has known chan and jisung from first year. makes the group hang out at his job whenever they need to debrief. not on social media a lot. (is the main chef at home).

changbin, 22, fitness influencer! has known chan since high school and encouraged chan the most to stream (as a joke). currently posting his fitness journey to becoming a muscle daddy. about to have his take off soon wink wink. (has the furtherst room in the house because he’s loud).

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[a-purple-girl]

welcome to my rant about the current political situation in romania

this is the online dictionary, and this question popped up when i opened it today

"EU i support europe! EU" (european union) the answer choices are "of course" and "niet", the russian word for no.

some basic electoral info you need to understand this rant: the voting process in romania consists of two rounds of voting. the people who end up first place and second place at the end of round 1 are the only ones that make it to round 2. the winner of round 2 becomes president. the voting takes place in november/december. makes sense?

now, as most of the world is aware, our elections got cancelled back in december because of russia swaying the results . (and some fraud). essentially, thousands of bots based in russia started promoting a far right candidate named Calin Georgescu. they then paid actual people to promote him without divulging it. no one even knew who he was prior to election day. he won by a landslide, surprising everyone.

i mean it when i say this man in genuinely out of his mind. he has made many delusional declarations, such as:

repeatedly stating that he admires Corneliu Zelea Codreanu, calling him a “hero.” why is this a problem? because he founded the “legionary movement” in 1927, aka the iron guard, an religious fascist movement and political party that carried out political assassinations and participated in the romanian holocaust. over 200,000 jews and rromani people were deported and exterminated. the victims are so numerous that the exact number is not known even today.

he is also against c-sections because, and i quote, "the divine thread is being broken." 28% of women in romania cannot give birth naturally. without a c-section, there's a significant chance that they would die.

he admires Putin and says he's a wise leader.

he said romania gained nothing by being part of the EU, despite them providing our country with millions and millions of euros to catch up with the west after a dark, tyrannical, communistic period.

anyways, the elections got cancelled, as i previously said. the first round took place two weeks ago ish, and the first candidate was another far right man named George Simion. (he's the guy most people were scared of winning back in december). the second is the mayor of the capital, Nicusor Dan. he's almost disgustingly educated, like he graduated the Sorbonne?? as in one of the best mathematics universities. he also won gold in multiple international math competitions and graduated high school with a score of 9,87 out of 10.

the final round takes place this weekend. all estimates show a difference of 0.02% votes maximum. maximum. everyone is scared. i have friends that will genuinely move out the country if this guy wins. my friends are volunteering to give out flyers, despite exams, because you can't vote at 17.

and, here comes the funny part. this rapper named Martha Logue got out of retirement to release a Simion diss track. this guy is like the romanian equivalent of Yuno Miles (if you're not familiar with him, look up yuno miles- martin luther king)

the song is called "votati cu cap nu cu CUR"/"vote with your head not with your ASS" (making fun of the party "AUR" that Simion is a member of)

the lyrics are: "Îmi bag pula-n gura lor, îl votez pe Nicușor Flutur chiloții mamei lui George Simion Ca pe tricolor, legionarilor, fasciștilor Auriștilor, georgiștilor, bag pula-n gura lor" // "I put my dick in their mouths, I vote for Nicușor I'm flying George Simion's mother's panties Like the flag, for the legionnaires, for the fascists For the Aurists, for the Georgists, I put my dick in their mouths"

sources

https://www.digi24.ro/alegeri-prezidentiale-2024/declaratii-controversate-ale-lui-calin-georgescu-nasterea-prin-cezariana-este-o-tragedie-3020759?__grsc=cookieIsUndef0&__grts=58244274&__grua=80c6f2a6f29118cb043240a02d30efe3&__grrn=1

https://declaratiicalingeorgescu.ro

[islaablack]

Thagyu/thangyu headcanons I strongly believe in

Pansexual nam-gyu ✧ I honestly believe he doesn’t care much about gender and just likes who he likes and hooked up with both guys and girls before.

Bi curious Thanos ✧ he never had any kind of interest in men before nam-guy and that’s why he’s a bit confused about his own thoughts and feelings about the other male.

Touch as love language ✧ it’s canon nam-guy is a touchy guy but Thanos actually loves the touch even though he’d never admit it

Thanos believes he’s the more experienced but nam-gyu did actually more and harder dr*gs than him. ✧

Nam- gyu used to be a straight A student in high school before he got burned out really badly and started drugs in his part time job at that club pentagon that’s mentioned. ✧

Thanos quit Highschool to focus on his rapper career that didn’t start paying off until his early 20s ✧

They both have canonically tattoos and their tattoos actually have deeper meanings for both of them ✧

Thanos paints nam-gyus nails ✧(no matter if the other wants to or not)

Nam-gyu has an inferior complex he masks with an superior complex ✧(honestly I think that’s pretty canon)

Thanos is super energetic even when sober ✧

Also nam-gyu fidgeting with his rings and sleeves when he’s nervous ✧ (canon)

Thanos had like every hair colour so far but stuck at purple eventually. ✧

Thanos is a dog person while nam-gyu is a cat person. ✧

Thanos likes nam-gyus longer hair and occasionally plays with it when he’s bored ✧

They aren’t super romantic and don’t like pda yet they are always touching in some way ✧

————

I’ll make a part 2 eventually this is getting too long -

[hp-hcs]

i love seeing lorenzo zurzolo in photo shoots and stuff because like babygirl what are you wearing

examples & silly goofy commentary below the cut!

(forewarning: i am a gay trans man who is absolutely going to fanboy over this man. if you have a problem with that, then scroll right on by)

1) douchey newsboy

why is he dressed like a gay businessman

2) yeehaw 🤠

…save a horse, ride a cowboy?

3) las vegas-core

are you about to serenade me with a cover of “feeling good” by michael bublé, sir?

4) queer-core 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

dressed like a trans guy invited to a homophobe’s wedding. next.

5) teddy bear emu hybrid 🧸

who let you out of the house

6) soundcloud rapper’s debut album cover

homeboy boutta start spittin verses

7) britney spears circa 2003

flight attendant. need i say more?

8) me playing dress up in my dad’s suits circa 2009

not the one cuffed sleeve 😭😭

9) …

smash.

10) is that seriously blue fucking adidas corduroy

what the fuck

11) a wild gay at brunch

this is just how i dress on the regular. i can’t say anything without it being a self burn.

12) pov: colonizer

girl what are you doing you european ass motherfucker

13) gay

gay.

14) … 2.0

smash.

15) can we please acknowledge the artwork of two cops kissing

okay i like the shirt but anyone who puts their keys on their belt loop automatically reminds me of every high school sophomore ever

16) 🎶SuDdEnLy SeYmOuR🎵

neville longbottom-core

17) pleasefallpleasefallpleasefall

if i saw this out in the wild, i absolutely would wish for him to fall i’m sorry 😭

18) gay 2.0

smash

19) me getting back to my dorm after a lecture:

i love the divorced dad button up ngl

[icyg4l]

Who Is Your Next Crush?

Hello beautiful people, I am back with a new tarot reading! From now on, you can expect me to post 2-3x every week unless said otherwise. I also am open for readings so if you would like one, please don’t be afraid to book with me. Privately message me if you have any questions! Please refer to my guidelines if you are interested in a reading. Without further ado, please select the pile that resonates with you!

Pile One: "You fit the criteria" is what I heard as I was shuffling. It feels like you do not have a specific type. You're someone who just likes "hot people." But this person is about to rock your world. There's something about you that has gone unexplored. This person will help you explore what you truly desire. I feel like you and this person have a lot of support outside of the relationship between you and them. Everyone ships you two together. This person is either a fire or water sign. They're tall and could play sports or be into drawing. I am channeling the energy of Troy and Gabriella. If you're still in high school, this may be your high school sweetheart. If not, then you may be in the midst of a transitional period where you're still figuring it out. This person will see you go through lots of changes and phases for as long as they're in your life. Your person looks really good in yellow. They have a liking for vegetables, could potentially be vegan/vegetarian. It feels like this person is someone that is very practical. They like structure and routine, but they're always down to have a good time. Now, you could be suspicious or nervous about what this connection brings to you. This feels like both a physical and an emotional connection. However, it all depends on the vibes that you give off. Do you want to be in a relationship or do you want to just mess around? It's all up to you. Don't be shy/scared. Be bold.

Cards Used: Princess of Cups, The Tower, King of Wands, 4 of Discs, 8 of Discs, Death, 6 of Discs, Strength

Pile Two: This person is very attractive, Pile Two. I feel like your person has Capricorn, Aquarius or Pisces placements. They are very blessed down there. They also have a nice ass. But the thing about them is that they come off as emotionally distant. To you, this could come off as mixed signals. They could come from a family that did not allow them to show affection of any form. But they do have money and beauty which is what will draw you to them. Thus person could come off as reckless or anxious. They may be unsure of what it is that they want. They could possibly have an injury or some type of disability (i.e. on crutches, wheelchair, arm sling, etc). It feels like this person is going through something at the moment. This person values their money a lot. They could have 2H placements. This person could also be a public speaker, a rapper or singer. I heard "protecting the assets." This person is someone that doesn't have many friends, but they are very close to their mother. They value her opinion a lot. Lastly, you and this person will not be in each other's lives for long. You shouldn't try to tie yourself down at this time. Explore your options. If you spot a red flag, move along. There's a lot more people who deserve your time and attention.

Cards Used: 5 of Cups, Ace of Discs, The Empress (RX), Queen of Cups (RX), 9 of Swords, 10 of Cups (RX), 4 of Wands,

Pile Three: If you've been noticing that someone from the past looks a little too good, then just know it's time to spin again. This person could be going through their Venus return right now. I feel like this could be someone that you planned a future with, or you imagined a future with them. There is some form of rejection with them. You guys could have different values/goals. This person is very future/goal-oriented. They do not like short-term relationships/flings, it bothers them deeply, lol. They fear their time being wasted, so if you see them being prideful or reluctant is because they are scared. They've been doing a lot of shadow work surrounding commitment in relationships & it's been reflecting in their behaviors/looks. In other words, the inner work is reflecting on the outside! This person is a hard worker could come off as a bit uptight but they can be very playful once they feel comfortable around you. I am getting Virgo/Saturn energy heavy with this person. I feel that you will end up with this person, but it will be a slow burn. It's not that they don't like you. They just have issues trusting people, but once you gain their trust, you will have cracked the code!

Cards Used: 5 of Swords, 10 of Cups, Prince of Discs, The Magician, 9 of Cups, 10 of Cups, Queen of Cups, Judgment, The Hierophant, 5 of Cups, King of Cups, King of Discs, 9 of Swords.

[may-nr1rooftoptriodefender]

my ultimate fanfiction recommendation guide!

if you are in the following fandoms:

- The Last of Us

- The Walking Dead

- Alice in Borderland

- Squid game

- My Hero Academia

- Attack on Titan

- Danganronpa (mainly v3)

- The Legend of Zelda (or more specific Linked Universe)

…and similar titles, this is for you!

if you mainly read on AO3

… this is for you!

if you like xreader, xoc, character ships, au’s or canon divergence

… this is totally for you, so keep reading!

(i gotta say though, these are my personal fav fics and you might like similar things or you might not. either way, it’s fine. don’t like, don’t interact simple as that! i’m also using the ao3 tagging system, so don’t confuse & and /)

major tags like: referenced suicide, referenced abuse, referenced sexual abuse, drug use, underage, character death and other important tags will be marked red

most of these fics contain explicit sexual content. this is ur warning, especially since some of these authors specifically mention that minors shouldn’t interact with their works. please respect these opinions.

lastly, some of these authors are active on tumblr, so check them out if they’re linked. all those works are theirs, i just put my favorite stories at one place. enjoy

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x OC/ Reader: (M/F)

To Infinity and Beyond

unfinished (not abandoned), over 400k words, rated M, explicit sexual content, pre apocalypse up to the series, teen romance

Somebody Save Me

oneshot, 10k words, rated M, explicit sexual content, underage, high school, pre canon, child abuse, verbal abuse, emotional abuse

See right Through You

41 chapters, 146k words, rated M, referenced sexual abuse, explicit sexual content, unplanned pregnancy, canon divergence, violence, slow burn

Ride or Die

72 chapters (unfinished, abandoned), 223k words, rated M, explicit sexual content, slow burn

Merle x OC/Reader: (M/F)

(i know a lot don’t like him but hmo💔)

A Hard Man to Love

12 chapters, 42k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, referenced sexual abuse, pregnancy

Red River Blue

193 chapters, 407k words, rated M, explicit sexual content, underage, teen pregnancy, getting back together, (it gets kinda confusing towards the end with all the added ships)

The Last of Us

Joel & Ellie:

okay guys there was this fic where post part 2 ellie was teleported in a world with no outbreak and joel was still alive but i can’t find the link anymore im praying it’s not deleted

Star Wars

Don’t Look Back

6 part series, 721k words, rated T/M, time travel, canon divergence, (haven’t read that much of it so i don’t rlly wanna give tags on this, should be rlly good tho)

Alice In Borderland

Chishiya x OC/ Reader: (M/F)

Your Words on My Skin

finished 40 chapters, 110k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, college au, soulmate au, bit cringe-y but wtv

Hearts formed by Solicitude and Desolation

finished 39 chapters, 240k words, rated M, amazing writing, follows canon plot line

Squid Game

Thangyu/ Thanos x Nam-Gyu: (M/M)

Try to Substitute my Dreams with You

(currently) 11/14 chapters (ongoing), 60k words, rated M, time travel fix it, referenced suicide, mild gore, mild sexual content, fan favorite

Something more than Music

(currently) 9/15 chapters (ongoing), 150k words, rated E, no squid game au, college au, explicit sexual content, rapper thanos/producer nam-gyu, drug use, slow burn (���️)

Exception

oneshot, 14k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, drug use, referenced suicide, referenced sh, no squid game au

in another life

3 part oneshot series, every oneshot 7k words, all rated E, explicit sexual content, referenced suicide, referenced abuse, drug use, canon divergence, post squid game (author has other good thangyu fics)

My Mighty Warrior

10 chapters, 40k words, rated T, major character death, daily dose of sunshine au (aka hospital au), no squid game au, no happy ending, mental health issues

I think You saved Me

(currently) 24/32 chapters (ongoing), 245k words, not rated, very mild sexual content (referenced), referenced/past drug use, referenced/past drug addiction, past child abuse, self harm, slow burn, homophobia, no squid game au, healing (❤️)

Sk8er Boys

3 part finished series, 82k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, getting together, no squid game au, referenced self harm, lots of crushes/past relationships, first everything, friends to lovers (❤️)

Gyubbi_plays_06

4 chapters, 50k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, college au, no squid game au, streamer au, misunderstandings, referenced homophobia

My Hero Academia

Aizawa x OC/Reader: (M/F)

The Inevitable Things (We Try To Avoid)

(currently) 14 chapters (ongoing), 50k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, no quirks au, office au, ex-boyfriend dabi, referenced drug abuse, sexting

In the Backseat with You

oneshot, 5k words, rated M, underage sex, explicit sexual content, teen!aizawa/teen!reader, (they’re like 17/old enough to drive so leave me alone both consent)

(I have more Aizawa x Reader but I didn’t bookmark them so I’d have to dig a bit deeper to find them. If yall want more anyways lmk)

Aizawa & OC: (M&F)

Shadows Of Our Past, Present and (possible) Future

3 part series (pre canon/start of mha/ unrelated oneshots), first work finished, second work in progress, oneshots in progress, total of 640k words, work 1 rated M, work 2 rated E, parental aizawa, hinted erasermic, hinted oc/bakugo, hurt/comfort, found family, kidnapping, gore (❤️)

Erasermic/Aizawa x Yamada (Present Mic): (M/M)

The Way I Behaved

36 chapters, 117k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, coffee shop au, villain present mic, barista aizawa, adopted shinsou, plot twist

Fuck the Critics

2 chapters, 16k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, fwb, celebrity Yamada

By Moonlight

9 chapters, 40k words, rated E, reporter au, secret identity, vigilantism

A twisted Fate never alters Destiny

28 chapters, 140k words, rated M, teen aizawa (pre canon), mha vigilante spoilers, referenced child abuse, inko midoriya adopting, internalized homophobia, 3baka trio, getting together, (also has a second unfinished part)

And the Sky Wept

20 chapters, 155k words, rated M, coping mechanisms, mha vigilante spoilers, loss & mourning, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, slight canon divergence

Superstar

10 chapters, 78k words, rated E, rockstar au, explicit sexual content, friends to lovers

Cold Little Heart

19 chapters, 140k words, rated M, post war, spoilers up to mha ch420, implied sexual content, future fic, angst, eventual happy ending, aizawa adopting eri (❤️)

Ripped Stitches and Healing Wounds

20 chapters, 47k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, hospital au, slow burn, angst with a happy ending

Switch and Swap (this has to stop)

13 chapters, 60k words, rated T, established relationship, no quirks au, body swapping, aizawa is shinsous dad, family bonding, misunderstandings

The Waiting Area

9 chapters, 23k words, rated T, hospital au, referenced child abuse, patient yamada, happy ending, (kinda soulmates?)

A few Disasters short

12 chapters, 36k words, au, rated T, celeb dj/singer mic, retired aizawa, adopted shinsou, adopted eri, vigilantism, stalking

Princes in Waiting

38 chapters, 128k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, kingdom au, prince au, soulmate or smt au, eventual happy ending, enemies to lovers

Learning to Live

22 chapters, 85k words, rated G, au, de-aged class 1A, caretaker Yamada, orphanages, no hero aizawa, slow burn, parental aizawa & mic

Yuuei Survival Guide

50 chapters, 540k words, rated T, canon divergence, married erasermic, adopted midoriya, ghosts, mha vigilante spoilers, ghost shirakumo, happy ending (❤️)

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackermann x OC/Reader: (M/F)

Paychecks with a side of Intimacy

(currently) 20/25 chapters (ongoing, slow updates), 215k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, coffee shop au, modern au, office au, slight erenxreader at the beginning, kind of sugar daddy levi, business trips, drug use, referenced abuse, slow burn (❤️)

The Feeling’s Mutual

18 chapters, 102k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, college au, enemies to lovers, academic rivals

As the Spark Dies

13 chapters, 126k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, major character deaths, zombie apocalypse au, enemies to lovers, no happy ending, gore, referenced suicide (❤️)

Of Tea and high Buildings

21 chapters, 93k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, office au, modern au, arranged marriage, workplace relationship

Eremika/Eren x Mikasa: (M/F)

Infinite(eremika)

oneshot, 20k words, rated M, high school au, 90s setting

How to Be

(currently) 20 chapters (ongoing), 307k words, not rated, high school au, 2000s setting, violence, father figure levi, eventual levi x petra

Danganronpa

Momota Kaito x Harukawa Maki: (M/F)

The Future of the Future

2 part series, total of 271k words, rated M, Future Foundation au, no game au, more like college, except its future foundation, implied/mild sexual content, aged up characters

The cute Girl with the Blonde Hair

6 chapters, 30k words, not rated, kaede/shuichi is the main chip here but wtv, college au, no despair au, getting together

Does his Love make your Head spin

29 chapters, 100k words, rated M, office au, no despair, major character death, suicide attempt, drug use, referenced child abuse, sickness, angst, this is not a happy one..

It’s Alright, It’s Okay

23 chapters, 58k words, rated T, post v3, canon divergence, fix it fic, therapy, referenced suicide, multiships

The Legend of Zelda

Robbie x Purah: (M/F)

Technically Speaking

(currently) 14 chapters (ongoing), 46k words, rated T, Age of Calamity, pre Age of Calamity, eventual romance, bits of Zelink

Linked Universe

MaLink/Link x Marin: (M/F)

Look at You Strawberry blonde

4 chapters, 18k words, rated T, Links Awakening, Temporary Character Death, Injuries, Hurt/Comfort, Sad Ending, Slighty Canon Divergent

If Dreams Can’t come True, then why not Pretend?

3 chapters, 22k words, rated T, Links Awakening, Hyrule Warriors, angst, referenced Suicide, reunion, Implied sexual content, happy ending

A Live lived with Marin

6 part series, total of 36k words, rated T, Links Awakening, Hyrule Warriors, reunion, parenting, growing old together

Their Melody

(currently) 44 chapters (ongoing), 303k words, rated T, Links Awakening, angst, parenting, happy ending (❤️), (author has other amazing fics)

Linked Universe Gen Fics: (multiple pairings)

Linked Universe Actor AU

6 part series (apparently not finished/abandoned), 9k words, rated G/T, actor au, multiships

Home Sweet Home

7 chapters, 45k words, rated T, modern au, violence, body horror, near death experience, found family

(there was also a superhero au, which i loved but i can’t find it💔)

i can make a tumblr or even wattpad list to if interested

[nyxjackson]

Masterlist!

Marshall Mathers (Eminem)

One-shots

The Weapon Called Loved

Amidst fame, secrecy, and raw emotion, Eminem and rising popstar Y/N navigate a hidden relationship that becomes impossible to ignore.

The Weight of Almost

After years of unspoken feelings and missed chances, Marshall finally confesses his love, risking everything for the truth he's carried in silence.

Series

Heartbeat in the Silence - 1, 2, 3, Extra

Eminem navigates love, fatherhood, and fame after realising Y/N is pregnant even before she does.

Under Oath (coming soon)

A once-silenced artist turned lawyer and the world's most controversial rapper join forces to fight a corrupt label, reclaim her voice, and risk everything to perform the truth they were never meant to share.

The Way We Were (coming soon)

Eminem reunites with his high school love, only to discover they share a son—and a buried past that neither of them has truly left behind.

[delswine]

FAKE DATING 𝄒 ⸝. P. SH ? —y/n's freak pack

⋆.˚ group name: lavish

⋆.˚ fandom: wish

⋆.˚ company: YG

⋆.˚ greeting: "make a wish for me, hello we're lavish!"

⋆.˚ concept: dark elegance, confident

⋆.˚ members:

˗ˏˋ ningning: vocalist, rapper, leader

˗ˏˋ onda: rapper, dancer

˗ˏˋ y/n (face as WINTER): vocalist, dancer, rapper, center, ace

˗ˏˋ shuhua: vocalist, rapper, visual

˗ˏˋ kyujin: rapper, dancer, maknae

just as face claims and names!

the reason why they don't disappoint anyone when it comes to the number of songs they have despite being a YG group is because y/n writes and composes the songs herself. although the other members of the group also write lyrics occasionally, y/n has credits on all of Lavish's albums. they are a group that quickly became popular globally.

it is known that y/n went through a bad period after their debut, when netizens made fun of her by spreading a photo of her from when she was a teenager that they did not like. you had lost weight in a short time and you were not feeling as confident as before.

your insecurity started here. you had overcome a lot of insecurity about your face in the past, everyone making fun of your face again made you very upset.

you're feeling a little better now that lynchings have been down lately. however, when you are sometimes shipped with an random idol, netizens would still make negative comments about your visual.

— y/n's another friends

beomgyu (txt): you've been friends for 2 years now, thanks to your similar personalities and Beomgyu's fun nature.

sullyoon (nmixx): you met Sullyoon when she was an MC, and thanks to the pleasant conversation you had, you had been friends for a year.

rei (ive): rei was someone you knew in high school. you've been friends for a long time.

yeji (itzy): a close friend you met during your internship.

chan (skz): as two songwriters and producers, you like to consult each other, chan is like a big brother to you.

bada lee (dancer): a sweet older sister whom you met when you were a dancer before becoming an idol.

i think i got a little too excited... since i love preparing these kinds of profiles, it was a little more detailed than usual. i had a hard time keeping myself from making it more detailed. i deliberately didn't touch on the character dynamics much, i want you to see it throughout the story. wait with curiosity, love ya!

[driverangel]

Love notes- intro

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

(Authors note: hii bbs so this is a social media type au + this will be updated as characters are added in each chapter so if your feeling confused on who someone is pls check this!!)

(Background info: since sophomore year of high school you’ve been getting mysterious love letters sent to your front door and shoved into your locker but they couldn’t possibly be from your boyfriend, he never complimented you and just wanted you on his arm… So who are they coming from)

Parts:

Part 1 Part 2

updates: part 2 now up!!

Characters:

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Angel Cassidy ── .✦𐙚

—⋆˙⟡— Party girl —⋆˙⟡— lover girl —⋆˙⟡— Aspiring photographer —⋆˙⟡—

Username: @Ang3lbby

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Colin Banks ── ✮⋆˙

─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Boxer ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Ex boyfriend ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ Ceo’s kid ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─

Username: @Ykcolinn

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Cleo Evan’s —⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

—⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪— Best friend —⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪— aromantic —⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪— model —⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪—

Username: @cevans

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Ian Smith ── ♱₊

─⋆♱₊⋆─ Rapper ─⋆♱₊⋆─ lover boy ─⋆♱₊⋆─ party boy ─⋆♱₊⋆─

Username: @Iannnn

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Playlist:

INCLUDES

Better off- Ariana grande

Latch - disclosure

୨⎯ love notes ⎯୧

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[riverashifts]

@ RiVERASH1FTS ᰔᩚ . ݁ 🎀 ͘ ࣭ 🎱 ⸰

⌗ 제이's GiRL : below is my dr list! warning it is extensively long.. like very long because i'm batshit crazy and insane, but i am free 🕊️

˳ ׄ ⟡ ◌ ⃘ beauty, youth, good fortune, even love itself, cannot keep care and pain ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡‏‏‎ 𓏸𓈒 loss and sorrow, from the most blessed for 𖦹 ˚   ⊹   ♡ into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and sad and dreary ( little women 1868 )

꒰ྀི　K-POP　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 enhypen eighth member

⁰⁰² 𓈒 enhypen seventh member

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 enhypen twelfth member

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 enhypen seventh member (poly)

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 enhypen eighth member (gg)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 stray kids eighth member

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 aespa fifth member

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 newjeans sixth member

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 (g)i-dle seventh member

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 itzy sixth member

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 le sserafim sixth member

⁰¹² 𓈒 3racha fourth member

⁰¹³ 𓈒 xdinary heroes seventh member

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 txt fifth member

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 ive seventh member

꒰ྀི　OWN GRP　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 bratz!

⁰⁰² 𓈒 monster high

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 idol stars (unnamed grp)

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 v.e.x

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 by the stars (vers. 1)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 by the stars (vers. 2)

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 eclipse

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 atlantis

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 celeste

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 loveloop

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 lovex

⁰¹² 𓈒 honey

⁰¹³ 𓈒 mydol / miraculous x idols

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 envy / marvel x idols

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 moxie

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 girls planet 999 (unnamed grp)

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 produce series (unnamed grp)

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 yin&yang

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 pink punk

⁰²⁰ 𓈒 (unnamed nct type grp)

⁰²¹ 𓈒 retrograde

⁰²² 𓈒 gloss

⁰²³ 𓈒 meow

꒰ྀི　SOLOIST　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 holly

⁰⁰² 𓈒 star

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 king

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 nabi

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 quae

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 vera

꒰ྀི　MIRACULOUS　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 nagara

⁰⁰² 𓈒 vespera

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 miraculous academy

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 mydol / miraculous x idols

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 miraculous (feat. idols)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 miraculous x marvel

꒰ྀི　MARVEL　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 marvel

⁰⁰² 𓈒 miraculous x marvel

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 envy / marvel x idols

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 black widow

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 agatha all along

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 marvel (feat. idols)

꒰ྀི　HOGWARTS　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 golden trio ('80 liner)

⁰⁰² 𓈒 golden trio ('76 liner)

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 golden trio / slytherin boys

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 modern golden trio

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 hogwarts (feat. idols)

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 marauders (feat. idols)

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 beauxbatons student

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 canadian school student

꒰ྀི　FAME　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 actress & singer

⁰⁰² 𓈒 actress¹

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 actress²

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 actress³

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 model & actress

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 rapper

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 katseye sixth member

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 k-drama actress

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 nepo baby¹

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 nepo baby²

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 1950s actress

⁰¹² 𓈒 band (unnamed)

⁰¹³ 𓈒 bake off competition show

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 lifestyle reality show

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 minecraft youtuber

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 lifestyle youtuber

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 learn/travel vlogger

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 author

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 sugar baby & singer

⁰²⁰ 𓈒 boysworld sixth member

⁰²¹ 𓈒 movie director

⁰²² 𓈒 backup dancer / choreographer

꒰ྀི　MOVIE / SERIES　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 my demon

⁰⁰² 𓈒 business proposal

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 descendants — enchantress

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 descendants — queen of hearts

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 descendants — mad hatter

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 ever after high

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 pokémon

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 outerbanks — pogue

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 outerbanks — kook

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 outerbanks (feat. idols)

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 the fosters

⁰¹² 𓈒 criminal minds¹

⁰¹³ 𓈒 criminal minds²

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 enhypen next door

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 h2o

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 k-12

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 hometown cha cha cha

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 summer strike

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 narnia

⁰²⁰ 𓈒 spirited

⁰²¹ 𓈒 how to train your dragon

⁰²² 𓈒 part time idol

⁰²³ 𓈒 princess diaries

⁰²⁴ 𓈒 the princess switch

⁰²⁵ 𓈒 princess & the pop star (princess)

⁰²⁶ 𓈒 princess & the pop star (pop star)

⁰²⁷ 𓈒 the school of good and evil

⁰²⁸ 𓈒 camp half blood

⁰²⁹ 𓈒 camp half blood (feat. idols)

⁰³⁰ 𓈒 the thundermans

⁰³¹ 𓈒 wizards of waverly place

⁰³² 𓈒 sky high

⁰³³ 𓈒 squid game

⁰³⁴ 𓈒 to all the boys i've loved before

⁰³⁵ 𓈒 wednesday

⁰³⁶ 𓈒 twinkling watermelon

⁰³⁷ 𓈒 starstruck

⁰³⁸ 𓈒 lemonade mouth

⁰³⁹ 𓈒 shameless

⁰⁴⁰ 𓈒 yellowjackets

⁰⁴¹ 𓈒 maleficent

⁰⁴² 𓈒 little women

⁰⁴³ 𓈒 gilmore girls

⁰⁴⁴ 𓈒 island princess

⁰⁴⁵ 𓈒 diamond castle

⁰⁴⁶ 𓈒 mermaid tale

⁰⁴⁷ 𓈒 fairy secret

⁰⁴⁸ 𓈒 princess charm school

⁰⁴⁹ 𓈒 fashion fairytale

⁰⁵⁰ 𓈒 mean girls

⁰⁵¹ 𓈒 wicked

⁰⁵² 𓈒 the good place

⁰⁵³ 𓈒 arcane

⁰⁵⁴ 𓈒 victorious

⁰⁵⁵ 𓈒 sam & cat

⁰⁵⁶ 𓈒 big hero six

꒰ྀི　BOOK / FANFIC　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 renegades

⁰⁰² 𓈒 renegades (feat. idols)

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 the lunar chronicles

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 heartless

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 the folk of the air

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 shatter me

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 you don't have a shot

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 say please

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 hideout

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 the tale of geoji & jinsil

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 chanwitch

⁰¹² 𓈒 dollhouse

⁰¹³ 𓈒 paragon academy of aces

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 geronimo stilton

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 dark moon

꒰ྀི　MISC.　꒱ྀི　realities  𐙚

⁰⁰¹ 𓈒 idol school

⁰⁰² 𓈒 boarding school

⁰⁰³ 𓈒 teacher

⁰⁰⁴ 𓈒 ideal fan / better cr

⁰⁰⁵ 𓈒 y/n life / better cr

⁰⁰⁶ 𓈒 wag / better cr

⁰⁰⁷ 𓈒 concert experience

⁰⁰⁸ 𓈒 eternal summer

⁰⁰⁹ 𓈒 eternal summer (multi)

⁰¹⁰ 𓈒 waiting room — circular room

⁰¹¹ 𓈒 waiting room — cloud castle

⁰¹² 𓈒 waiting room — bookstore/cinema

⁰¹³ 𓈒 waiting room — storyline

⁰¹⁴ 𓈒 jeu imaginaire

⁰¹⁵ 𓈒 pirate life

⁰¹⁶ 𓈒 fantasy world — royalty

⁰¹⁷ 𓈒 fantasy world — charmed

⁰¹⁸ 𓈒 fantasy world — unnamed

⁰¹⁹ 𓈒 fantasy world — supernatural academy

⁰²⁰ 𓈒 fantasy world — pixie hollow

⁰²¹ 𓈒 christmas wonderland

⁰²² 𓈒 royalty

⁰²³ 𓈒 women-only paradise

⁰²⁴ 𓈒 farm life / minecraft

⁰²⁵ 𓈒 eternal childhood

⁰²⁶ 𓈒 cottage witch

⁰²⁷ 𓈒 village life

⁰²⁸ 𓈒 iykyk 😝

⁰²⁹ 𓈒 spy academy

⁰³⁰ 𓈒 college life

⁰³¹ 𓈒 bakery / café owner

⁰³² 𓈒 small town

⁰³³ 𓈒 street racer

⁰³⁴ 𓈒 (post) apocalypse

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Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey

Eminem x Rapper!OC

Verse 12

About: Eminem is unable to shake his thoughts of Genji after she visits his house. But after a conversation with Hailie about Genji's genuine nature, he is forced to confront his growing fascination with her as he starts questioning the walls he has built around himself, perhaps hinting at a shift in his perspective.

*Italics: Speaking in Japanese

"Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey" Chapter List: Verse 1 | Verse 2 | Verse 3 | Verse 4 | Verse 5 | Verse 6 | Verse 7 | Verse 8 | Verse 9 | Verse 10 | Verse 11 | Verse 12 | Verse 13 | Verse 14 | Verse 15 | Verse 16 | Verse 17 | Verse 18 | Verse 19 | Verse 20 | Verse 21 | Verse 22 | Verse 23 | Verse 24 | Verse 25 | Verse 26 | Verse 27

Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction, and any involvement of the character Genji is purely fictional and not representative of any real person.

The hum of the studio equipment filled the air, broken only by the occasional scratch of a pen or the faint shuffle of papers. Eminem sat back in his chair, the faint glow of the computer monitor casting sharp shadows across his face. His mind wasn't on the beats loaded in the DAW or the lyrics he'd been scribbling earlier. It was somewhere else — on Genji. Specifically, on the memory of her at his house with Hailie.

He rubbed a hand over his face, the scene replaying in his mind like a tape stuck on rewind. Hailie had taken to her instantly, and watching Genji patiently guide her through that school project was something he couldn't shake off. He barely acknowledged it at the time, brushing Genji off like she was just another fleeting collaborator.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath.

It hadn’t even been that long since they’d worked together, but it felt like a lifetime. Genji wasn't like anyone else in the business: no pretences, no drama. When they were in Dre's studio, she had this laser focus, diving into her work with such quiet determination. She didn't expect him to be anything other than himself, and that unsettled him.

He hadn't let anyone in like this for years. Trust wasn't something he gave freely, but with her, it felt different. Her calm and collected interactions with others were contrasted with his usual whirlwind of frustration and sarcasm. Even that night, she didn't back down from him, never taking his anger personally. That should've pissed him off; instead, it drew him in more. The more he tried to push her out of his head, the more she crept in; the more she occupied his thoughts, the more irritable he became. He was starting to resent how much of his focus she was stealing, how her presence drove him up the wall.

He now realised the problem — it was too easy to be around her.

He reached for his phone, his thumb instinctively hovering over her Twitter profile. He caught himself before pressing it, tossing the phone onto the desk like it had burned him. What the hell was he even doing? Checking on her? She wasn't some high school crush. He didn't even do this kind of thing.

Without thinking, he opened YouTube and typed her name into the search bar. A few music videos popped up, along with interviews he'd already seen. But then something else caught his eye — "Genji on SMAP×SMAP (with ENG Subtitles)". The thumbnail showed her mid-laugh, her smile lighting up the screen as she sat among the five hosts. His thumb hovered for a second before he clicked.

Curiosity won. He clicked.

The screen filled with a brightly lit studio set. The hosts greeted her with theatrical enthusiasm, their exaggerated bows earning laughs from the audience. Genji stepped into the frame, composed and graceful. She wore a white button-up shirt styled casually with light blue distressed jeans, paired with black ballet flats. Her luscious black hair was tied into a ponytail, and a gold pendant necklace added a touch of elegance. Her smile wasn't flashy, but it lit up the room.

"Welcome to Bistro SMAP!" the subtitles read.

Eminem turned up the volume.

"Do you have any special requests?" one host asked, grinning. "We can make anything!"

"If you say that, I might get my hopes up," Genji replied, her tone light.

The banter was quick and sharp, the kind of back-and-forth that usually bored him. But not with her. She held her own with the hosts, neither shrinking back nor trying to dominate. They joked about her music, her time abroad, and even her love of handwritten letters, a detail that struck him as oddly intimate.

"Letter writing? That's kind of romantic!" the host teased, his eyes twinkling.

Genji tilted her head slightly. "I'd say it's more about the sentiments with the people I miss back home."

Eminem's jaw tightened. He didn't even realise it until his teeth ground together. Her voice, her laugh, her way of making everything seem effortless; it all grated on him in a way he couldn't explain. Not because she was doing anything wrong. Quite the opposite. It felt like everyone else could see this side of her that he'd ignored or pushed away.

And that pissed him off even more.

The host leaned closer. "You're really amazing, Genji-san. Is it alright if we keep you here in Japan forever?"

The audience laughed, and she smirked faintly. "We'll see," she quipped.

The faint glow of the screen reflected in his eyes as he stared at her frozen image. Her smile lingered, taunting him with its warmth. Why did this bother him so much?

A knock at the door broke his reverie.

"Dad?"

Hailie's tentative voice pulled him back to reality.

"Yeah?" he called back, trying to sound casual.

The door creaked open, and Hailie peeked in before stepping into the room. She crossed her arms, shifting her weight like she wasn't quite sure how to start. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What's up?"

She hesitated momentarily, then blurted out, "Are you mad about me bringing Genji here?"

He blinked, caught off guard. "Mad? No. Why would I be mad?"

"You didn't really talk to her," she pointed out, her tone measured. "You were kinda... weird."

"Weird?"

"You barely looked at her. And when you did, it was like..." She scrunched her nose. "I don't know. Like you didn't want her here."

Eminem rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not that. It's just... complicated."

"Complicated how?"

He sighed, searching for the right words. "She's different. I don't know how to deal with that sometimes."

Hailie tilted her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You know I'm the one who reached out to her, right?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You did?"

"Yeah." She stepped closer, her voice gaining a little confidence. "You remember I mentioned that my project is about how songs reflect people's culture, right? I thought she'd be perfect to talk to, so I sent her an email. She got back to me right away. She didn't even make a big deal about it."

Eminem's lips pressed into a thin line. "So… you just emailed her, and she showed up?"

Hailie nodded. "Pretty much. We were supposed to meet at a diner, but…"

"But what?"

"Well, it was kind of noisy there, and I didn't want her to get swarmed by people. I figured it'd be easier if we worked here. Plus, I thought it'd be cool for you to meet her too."

He stared at her, his expression unreadable. "You thought it'd be cool for me to meet her?"

Hailie shrugged, her smile small but sincere. "Yeah. I mean, she's really nice, Dad. And she talks about music in this way that makes it sound like… like art, you know? I thought you'd get along."

He blinked, his chest tightening at the idea that Hailie had thought so much about it. "I didn't know that."

"Would you believe me if I said she didn't even know who you were?"

Eminem's eyes widened, startled. "What d'ya mean?"

"I mean, she didn't know you were my dad until she saw the family photos," Hailie explained, her tone both incredulous and amused. "She didn't say anything, but I could tell she figured it out right then."

He didn't know how to respond to that. It was almost laughably unbelievable, someone in the industry not knowing who his daughter was despite the numerous times he mentioned her in his songs.

Hailie gave him a small, knowing smile. "She's not what you think, Dad. I mean, she's famous and whatnot. But she's not, like, all caught up in it. She's just... real."

Eminem had to admit. His daughter was more perceptive than him. Like she said, it made sense with Genji. She wasn't like anyone else. She didn't seem to care about the fame or the reputation. In a way, it actually unsettled him more than anything else. For a moment, neither of them said anything. He stared at his phone, the video of Genji laughing with the hosts still paused on the screen.

Eventually, Hailie broke the silence. "You're not mad, though, right? About me bringing her here?"

He shook his head, his voice softer now. "No, Hailie. I'm not mad."

She smiled, now seemingly satisfied, and turned to leave. But before she stepped out, she glanced back at him. "Maybe you should talk to her again. You know, when you're ready."

Eminem didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the screen. His mind was racing, but one thought kept cutting through the noise: maybe Hailie was right.

Eventually, he gave up trying to push Genji out of his mind. But as much as he hated to admit it, he was starting to realise that maybe, just maybe, she was occupying more space in his head than he cared to acknowledge.

Maybe it was time to let the walls fall.