#daeho drabble

[pacofprunes]

OPERATION, SMILE: GUYS LIKE FLOWERS TOO!

daeho x reader, daeho has been having a hard time since the games. you force him to go out and breathe a little and have a “little” gift for him.

ever since daeho had come back from those games he told you about, he doesn’t want to leave his house. he was so happy to be back near you again and to have you with him, but the trauma made him push everyone out and pack himself up in his room. you’d been dropping him off food and he always made sure to thank you but you couldn’t let him destroy himself like this. not any longer. you missed seeing his bright smile and receiving his tight hugs, you were going to get daeho back.

daeho had been ignoring texts, refusing to pick up his phone. but when you called and he saw your name on the phone, he couldn’t ignore it. you knew that, so you send a call his way. it was on the very last ring that he finally picked up the phone. you speak first.

“baby?”

he does a simple hum in response. you huff and decide to just force him to go out.

“we’re going out tonight, okay? the coffee shop right across from my place, alright? love you!”

he goes to speak but you quickly cut him off by hanging up the phone. he would never stand you up, you knew that. he debated on just texting you that he couldn’t go, but he decided he’d push through for you. you sounded so happy on the phone, he couldn’t shut you down.

you put your phone on the table side and smile proudly. you knew he could easily text you no, but you chose to ignore that. you go into your closet, already knowing what you were gonna choose and put on a simple white spring dress. sure it would be night, but it would still be somewhat warm, you’d push through for daeho. you don’t do much with your hair, styling it simple before you stuff your phone in your purse, grab some money, put on your shoes, and run out your house with excitement to the next part of your operation.

you entered the flower shops doors, the bell ringing as you step in. a women greets you.

“hi, how are you?”

“good! i’m looking for a huge bouquet of flowers. like, seriously. the absolute biggest that you have.”

she smiles at you, asking you a few questions about why you need such a big bouquet, and you gladly answer. the bouquet was bigger than your head, and honestly kind of hard to carry and was very expensive. but it was worth it. you wanted to hide the flowers from daeho so you decide to arrive kind of early to the coffee shop, finding a seat and placing the flowers under the table. as time goes on waiting for him, you pray he shows up. you didn’t think he’d stand you up, but then again, he was different now. you take a deep breath and shake yourself out of your thoughts, putting your faith in him. you pull out your phone to make sure he didn’t text you cancelling, thankfully he didn’t. you get a glass of water and hold it tightly in your hands with anticipation.

after what feels like an eternity, you finally hear the coffee shops doors open and he walks through. he finally looked a little put together since the whole ordeal and your eyes immediately light up at the sight. you quickly stand up once he notices you and he walks towards your table and you pull him into a tight hug. he stands there, slightly shocked before wrapping his arms around you, slowly reciprocating. he pulls away and looks you in the eyes.

“you look pretty.”

you smile back at him shyly.

“and you look handsome.”

you run a hand through his hair before pressing a small kiss to the corner of his lip and signaling for him to sit at the table, hoping he doesn’t kick the bouquet as he sits. the food and the drinks were already on the table, you knew what he liked, so you had it all ready for him. he took a bite of the food as you two sat in silence. you were gonna speak but he decided to first.

“i appreciate this a lot. i know i haven’t been the best to you lately..”

you reach across the table and grab his hand, rubbing a thumb his fingers.

“you don’t need to apologize. i just want you to at least feel a little better.”

he looks up at you and gives you a light smile.

“i do feel better. it feels nice to go out again, especially like this. it felt like i was going on a first date with you again, i was freaking out a little bit.”

he rubs the back of his neck with his other hand and you laugh.

“well i’m glad you feel better. it’s nice to see you like this too.”

you take your hand off of his and start eating your food, having small conversations with him. you wanted to cry happy tears, it was so nice to have things like this again. finally having conversations with him again, getting to see him care about himself, seeing him care about you.

“i can pay.”

you scoff at him.

“well, i already paid, so try again!”

he frowns at you.

“i have the money, baby, let me pay you back.”

he goes to reach for his pocket but you practically jump over the table and smack his hand before sitting back down.

“i’m not taking your money. if you secretly give it to me somehow, i’m going to lock it away and never ever use it even if i really need it.”

he furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head before laughing. saying you’re ridiculous and then you start laughing as well. you two finally finish everything and he stands up, reaching a hand out to you to help you up. you go to accept it but you pull back, causing him to have a worried look on his face, asking what was wrong.

“you go out first! and when the coffee shop doors open don’t turn around to face me, okay? i have something you can’t see.”

he still looks confused, but he nods before walking outside. you wait until he’s fully out the door and you see him standing by a bench. that’s when you reach under the table and pick up the bouquet and stand up. you struggle to see where you’re going but you yell a thank you to an employee before walking out the door and going right behind daeho, almost dropping the flowers.

“okay, you can turn around now.”

he jumps as he hadn’t realized you were behind him, lightly laughing at himself before he turns around, stunned.

“do you like them?”

you peek your head out from behind the bouquet, consisting of shades of reds and pink flowers with few white roses sprinkled in, wrapped in a white and gray-ish blue paper.

“wow…”

he slowly grabs the bouquet out of your hands before you play with your fingers, nerves getting the best of you as you hope that he likes them. he just stares at them before you realize there’s tears starting to roll down his cheeks, causing you to frown at him, cupping his face in one of your hands, he pulls you into a side hug as to not crush the flowers, mumbling a very broken up thank you, as if he was holding in a sob. he places the bouquet on the bench next to you two and cups your face in his hands now before pulling you into a deep kiss. it lasted a long time too. his tears slipping onto your lips, him kissing you like you were his last breath before pulling away, more tears slipping out.

“thank you so much, i don’t even know what i can say, baby—”

you pull him into a tight hug, rubbing his back.

“you don’t need to thank me.”

he squeezes you tighter before moving his hand up to your head and rubbing his fingers through your hair.

“i swear i’ll be better. i love you so much.”

you pull away and cup his face, looking intensely into his eyes.

“i’m not going anywhere. i’ll be there with you every step of the way, my love.”

he smiles at you and presses a kiss to your forehead before picking up the bouquet and walking with you home, an arm over your shoulder the whole walk in a comfortable silence before he speaks.

“do you— do you wanna stay over tonight?”

you stop in your tracks, causing him to almost trip over his feet and you laugh. you used to stay over all the time with him, it’d been forever since he asked you that question, and you were absolutely thrilled.

“i’d love to.”

[voxslays]

BLISS — KANG DAE-HO

The way time passed by amazed you. Only five years ago, you and your now husband were fighting for your lives in a series of death games orchestrated by a group of pink people wearing black masks. It sounds crazy, doesn’t it?

The few days you were in that facility, playing those games—you didn’t think you would make it out alive. But thanks to your husband, you did. And now? You were in the kitchen, cutting apples into stars for your three year old daughter, Ae-cha.

In the living room, your husband was playing ‘restaurant’ with your daughter, who was putting her plastic food-shaped toys onto a plate, pretending to be a five star michelin chef. “Ae-cha, your snack is ready!” You yell from the kitchen, putting the apple stars into a small Disney princess bowl.

“Coming, Eomma!” Your three year old runs into the kitchen, eagerly accepting the bowl of fruit before running to the couch and turning on what you could only assume to be Peppa Pig. As you put away the knife in a childproof drawer, you feel strong muscular arms envelop you. Your husband.

He gently kisses your neck. “It’s fun watching you play with her.” You smile up at him. He lets out a chuckle. “It wouldn’t be without you.” Dae-ho pauses. “Thank you for making me a father.” He grins. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

[ferrarifinnick]

IT’S OVER! | MEN OF SQUID GAME HEADCANONS

you tell them you want out of the relationship, and they react to your revelation.

includes: daeho (player 388), myung-gi (player 333), sang-woo (player 218), jun-ho (police officer).

warnings: mildly toxic behaviour from myung-gi.

wc: 0.8k

a/n: i had a little writer's block, but the inspiration is starting to flow again so get used to seeing me back in your feed hehe. enjoy <3

DAEHO / PLAYER 388

he would stare at you for a long moment, his face falling as his heart sinks to his feet. “w-what?” he asks, his voice so uncharacteristically sombre it nearly doesn’t sound like it’s him speaking. his shoulders deflate, and he’ll stare intensely at you as he begins to realise this isn’t a cruel joke you’re playing on him.

he’ll gaze at you helplessly, his lips quivering as they curl into a frown. the urge to bury his face in your neck and hold you tight is one he has to fight, because for the first time since he met you, he knows he can no longer seek comfort in you.

“i love you,” he’ll say, even if people outside the room might call him pathetic for clinging on. “i’ll do better,” he promises. “i’ll get another job, pay off my debt, i just…” he’ll look down and slowly reach out for your hand, gently taking it and rubbing his thumb over your skin. he’ll look up into your eyes, desperate and longing for you to change your mind. “i can’t lose you.”

MYUNG-GI / PLAYER 333

he doesn’t let you finish your speech and will cut you off once he gets the gist of what you’re saying. his face will twist and he’ll wave a hand to stop you from talking. “so that’s just it?” he’ll ask flatly. “you’re going to throw away this, us, just like that?”

he’ll search your eyes for any sign of hesitation, and once he realises you’re serious, he’ll just scoff and look away. he’ll push himself off the couch and onto his feet, and make a point to loudly pack some belongings into a bag. “i can’t believe you,” he’ll mutter, along with “you’re so dramatic” as he sighs and shakes his head the whole time he mopes around.

when he opens the front door and sees you not even looking at him, he realises you aren’t playing games with him. that you’re serious. his heart spikes with fear as he slowly comes to terms with the fact that this really is the end. but he won’t let you think you’re in control. he’ll sigh and, as if it’s inevitable, he’ll say “call me when you come to your senses,” before slamming the door shut behind him.

SANG-WOO / PLAYER 218

he’ll patiently sit through your speech, hands loosely clasped together because he knows he can’t reach out for yours anymore. for once, he isn’t taking mental notes of things to circle back to like he does in work. he just listens, lets you pour your heart out, because even if he disagrees with ending the relationship, he will always respect your opinion.

after you’re done, he’ll need a minute to process it all before he can respond. he’s always thinking two steps ahead, working out what words will get the best response, but not now. not when his heart is aching and his lover is hurting.

he’ll let out a shaky sigh, look into your eyes and sincerely say, “i’m sorry i haven’t been making you happy.” there’s no trick, no mind games, just crushing regret that he didn’t catch onto this issue before it had ruined the one good thing he had: you.

he won’t let you see how deeply in despair he is, because his vulnerability isn’t meant to guilt you into staying. if you change your mind, it won’t be because you were manipulated into it, and if you do, he’ll be ready and he’ll be better for you.

or so he says when he opens the front door. he gazes at you once more, before quietly slipping out, closing the door softly behind him.

JUNHO / POLICE OFFICER

while you explain how his job is too demanding, his phone will continuously interrupt with vibrations of new notifications. he’ll dismiss it and urge you to continue explaining, but when his phone starts to ring with an incoming call from his boss, he’ll freeze as he’s halfway through instinctively answering it.

this is exactly what you mean.

he’ll slowly lower the phone, realising just how neglectful he’s been to your relationship. he turns off his phone and tosses it behind him dismissively, then turns to give you his full attention. he takes your hands in his, squeezing them gently as he leans in closer.

“i’m sorry, i see what you’re saying and i agree, i am too focussed on work,” he says, soft and sincere. “i realise it now, and i’ll make changes to make you happier, just give me a chance to show you.”

if you say no and try to leave, he won’t stop you. he respects himself too much to beg you to stay, but he’ll still follow you to the door and help you put on your shoes. he cares about you too much not to. but as you go to leave, he’ll draw your attention by taking and squeezing your hand again, letting you go after he softly says, “i’ll be here if you change your mind.” he’ll kiss your hand and watch as you walk away.

nobody would ever break up with daeho so you know this is fiction lol. like, comment, reblog. love <3

[chuulyssa]

── ★ the one bed trope™ with the squid game men

teaser the guards cleared out too many beds after the last game, assuming there are far fewer survivors than expected. so when your group stumbles into the dormitory, you realize the horrible truth: there’s only one bed for every two players, and your bed is missing!

starring inho gihun (drabbles) & daeho sangwoo ali (hcs) x gn!reader genre fluff fluff all fluff, some nightmares, some crack

a/n wasnt gonna watch s2 but then i saw the lee byunghyun edits and sjsjs theres only few chars here because i havent watched the whole season :( i dont think ill be watching the whole thing any time soon, jus waiting for s3 to drop before watching it all together

inho / youngil / the frontman / 001

youngil stared at the guards while you stared at the bed in front of you. it looked stiff and scratchy, and barely wide enough for one person, let alone two.

“we can share. i don’t mind,” he had said to you, though he had looked tense as well. he sat on the bed, allowing you to scoot over. he laid as close to the edge of the cot as possible.

“oh, it won’t be necessary.”

“well, what other choice do you have?”

you sighed and nodded, awkwardly laying down next to him on the bed. as your shoulders touched each other, he relaxed visibly, though he was still lying on the edge, and that scared you a little.

“stop lying on the edge like that. you’ll fall off,” you warned.

“i’m fine,” he mumbled, staring right up at the ceiling. you kept looking at him, not minding the three times he had glanced your way pointedly at all. “don’t stare.”

“hm, why not?”

“it makes me feel strange,” he said simply.

you nodded, your hands instinctively reaching to your arms to shield yourself from the cold. there was only one blanket with only one bed after all. next thing you knew, you felt the blanket being nudged towards you by youngil’s foot.

“i saw that; it’s not very subtle, you know.”

“what’s not very subtle?” he asked innocently. then he shifted his body closer to yours. “it’s not because of you, okay?” he muttered quietly. “i just didn’t feel like falling off.”

“are you asking for cuddles now?” you snickered.

“no,” he replied gruffly, though his eyes softened slightly at the sound of your silent laughter.

“nuh uh, i think you’re cold as well,” you lifted the blanket up to accommodate him as well. you then glanced at him expectantly. he hesitated for a moment before slipping under the blanket, taking the moment to tightly grasp your hand. you smiled, resting your head above his shoulder on the shared pillow.

you woke up in the middle of the night to find him softly murmuring your name in his sleep. he looked peaceful, beautifully so. you brushed your hand on his chest to wrap it around him, and felt him waking up as well.

“hush, go back to sleep,” you whispered to him, and he raised an eyebrow at nothing in particular. his eyes were still closed. then he let out a tiny giggle and tightened his grip on your hands.

the guards executed this one perfectly, right as per orders from the frontman; hwang inho will make sure to reward them later, but for now he’d rather stay in this shared bed with you by his side.

seong gihun / 456

“i guess it can’t be helped then,” gihun said simply, sitting you down on his bed and pulling the covers over you. “sorry if i snore by the way.”

“what do you mean? where will you be sleeping?”

“on the floor, of course.”

“no, you’re not,” you shook your head, patting the empty space beside you. “i still have some place left here for someone.”

“oh, then let me find someone who can’t find a partn—”

you pulled the man down onto the bed, his face crashing against the pillow. throwing the covers over him as well, you turned to face him, muttering, “you really aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed.”

“no, uhm, what if i hog the blanket? that would be unpleasant—”

“i can live with that.”

gihun blinked rapidly. “i don’t think i should be sleeping. what if someone attacks?”

“relax, they’re keeping watch.”

“i think i should keep watch with them,” gihun gulped at your proximity.

“well, i don’t. and you need sleep; have you seen yourself?” you laughed.

gihun beamed at the sound. “then how about I tell you a story?”

“a story?”

“yeah, to make you happy.”

“why though?” you said tiredly.

“to make you laugh. i like seeing you laugh,” he said genuinely, and you nodded in response. his eyes lit up and he began, “so there was this one cow, and it had a baby cat—”

…

“gihun?”

he snored.

“gihun!”

he snored again.

did he really fall asleep mid-sentence? you sighed, shaking your head before snuggling up to him. he unconsciously draped an arm over you in his sleep.

throughout the night, he kept tossing and turning, before—

smack !

you clutched your face where gihun’s hand had just made contact. before letting out the loud cuss you wanted to, you peeked over to see if he was asleep. and sure enough, if the snores hadn’t let it be known earlier, then the closed eyes did.

“this dumbass,” you muttered, nuzzling your face into his side.

but what could you do either way? if you complained, he’d be mortified and force you to switch places, and you’d lose a chance to cuddle with him. so you instead figured the occasional smacking would be worth being the first person to see his hair sticking out in every direction with his sheepish grin in the morning.

a/n: i’ve only got hcs for the others; sorry guys i prefer my old men inho and gihun :P

daeho / 388

he insists on taking the less comfortable side of the bed

even if that meant he barely has any space MY GNELTMAN

at some point his hand will brush yours (because its an ff duh) and he’ll get all startled like :O

but he won’t move away because he decides he likes it

we all know the trauma this man carries :( so don’t be surprised when his grip on your hand loosens in the middle of the night and his face scrunches up because he’s having a nightmare

just please cuddle with him :(( he’ll try to play it off like it’s nothing but know better!

when you quietly offer comfort, his defenses will crumble, and he’ll whisper a quiet thank you to you

in the morning he’ll wake up before you and realize just how close the two of you are.

he’s been bearhugging you in his sleep and you’re reciprocating it? hes so confused like ??????? do you wanna get choked or sum yes you do

he’ll just quietly stare at you as if he’s in a daze. he’s got that lovesick smile and all, just silently looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen you are

he just as silently fixes the blanket on you because he wants to offer as much comfort as you did last night to him

then he’ll gently apologize to you for disturbing you, smiling to himself when you grumble in your sleep

sangwoo / 218

this little shit

he’ll pretend not to care about you or about the bed or about the entire situation at all

but you can see how he tries to be as subtle as possible when adjusting the pillow under your head to make sure you’re comfortable

you’re practically begging him to accept his feelings atp but this man is a menace

as soon as he saw the one bed he started calculating how much space you’ll take and how much he’ll get

if you shift closer in your sleep he’ll freeze for a moment but he won’t pull away

if you move a lot in your sleep he won’t say anything just yet

but expect to be bombarded with complaints when you wake up in the morning

he watches you out of the corner of his eye, something he describes as “just trying to protect you” by “keeping watch” but you know he’s just dazzled by your beauty who isnt

he’ll lie awake for a while staring up at that huge piggy bank that his future lies in, and he knows he can’t love you like he wants to, but he hopes that just this once his brain will accept what his heart feels

when the sunlight hits his face in the morning, he’ll look so peaceful that it makes even ali question his mood

all the while gihun is just staring in horror at sangwoo like he got some puss

ali / 199

THE POOKIEST POOKIE

he’s so shy UGH i jus wanna gobble him up sjsjsjkgnskjn

but he can’t help smiling softly when he realizes how comfortable you seem to be around him

he’ll offer to sleep on the cold hard floor and insists you take the blanket for yourself, but duh you don’t allow that

so with a grin on his face he lies down next to you

he asks you if you need more space at least 10 times, he’s that nervous

the blanket stays on you though, he can’t risk you feeling cold or uncomfy because of him GNELTMENANN

he’ll stay awake if you want someone to talk to, or to make sure you’re warm enough, or even just to admire you

but if you don’t want that, he’ll pull an aurora and fall asleep so quickly you don’t even realize it

his hand stays brushing against yours under the blanket though, and you feel so warm and fuzzy next to him

he’s a snuggler, so there’ll be times where he’ll shift very close to you in his sleep, not realizing the hand he’s keeping on your waist or the head he’s resting on your chest

someone points it out in the morning and he’s so flustered he apologizes profusely even though you keep telling him you didn’t mind it all

definitely says something like “i slept with you, remember?” because he doesn’t realize it’s an innuendo

© chuulyssa 2025 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[niniwritesxo]

‘please’ part one

kang daeho x fem reader

a drabble <3 (part two)

summary:

daeho is desperate to see you.

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The bathroom door clicked softly behind him as Dae-ho stepped in, his eyes immediately finding yours. You hadn’t expected him, and yet, you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped when you saw him standing there, so close. The tension between you both was undeniable. He looked different, more worn, more desperate. The game had taken its toll on everyone, but there was something in his eyes that made you feel like he was about to break.

“I had to see you,” he said, his voice low and urgent, stepping closer as if he couldn’t wait another second. His gaze flickered to your lips before locking back onto your eyes, raw with emotion. “I can’t stand being away from you.”

You swallowed, unable to form words, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn’t have to say anything. You both knew. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing keeping him from losing himself, made it impossible to deny the connection between you.

His hand reached up, trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your skin. His touch was so soft, but you could feel the desperation in it. “Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Don’t make me beg.”

The words hit you like a jolt. Your body reacted before your mind could catch up. Without thinking, the space between you two closed instantly. His lips were on yours, desperate and hungry, as if he’d been waiting for this moment, for you. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you against him, the urgency in his touch almost overwhelming. The kiss was fierce, like he was trying to consume you, to remind himself that you were real, that you were here.

You kissed him back without hesitation, your hands instinctively moving to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. It was like the world outside didn’t exist anymore. All that mattered was the heat between you two, the shared need that consumed you both. Every movement, every breath was heavy with longing. The way his hands gripped you tighter, pulling you closer, made you feel like you were both drowning in this moment, and neither of you wanted to come up for air.

He pulled away for a second, his forehead resting against yours, his breath shallow. “I need you,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “Please don’t leave me.”

You didn’t have to say anything. His lips found yours again, even more urgently this time, and you surrendered to it, to him, to the raw connection that felt more real than anything else in this nightmare of a game. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

[sombrashe]

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[vladtoly]

pls some drabbles or hcs about daeho like outside of the games?? no games no debt au TYSM

YES! we LOVE a no debt au 💅

I will add it to my list! I have a space saved near the middle of next week for Dae-ho headcannons so this is perfect to fill that spot :)

Thank you for requesting! 💕

[makeitworse]

⛪︎ GUIDELINES.

on this blog you’ll find fics for squid game & bigbang. this selection may expand or change w time. my works are almost exclusively nsfw, which includes dark content. do not interact if you are under 18.

✉︎ requests are welcome, but not guaranteed.

❐ WORKS.

one-shots. series. drabbles. social media au.

❐ MUSES.

subong (thanos). namgyu. daeho. sangwoo. semi. inho. gdragon.

❐ THEMES.

age gap. toxic / taboo romance. femdom. cheating. fauxcest. obsession. perverts.

[pacofprunes]

WILDFLOWER — “she was crying on my shoulder, all i could do was hold her”

you had both been set to watch over to make sure nobody tried to attack you guys. the third game was terrible. it felt like kill or be killed and you felt like so much blood was on your hands. you saw so many people you considered yourself to be pretty close to die right in front of your eyes. daeho was sitting across from you, actually watching out while you just stared at your lap.

“you tired?”

you look up. his eyes were so pretty but you didn’t really remanence in them for too long before putting your head back down. tired of this game or tired and you wanna go to sleep? you didn’t ask, just shaking your head no before puckering your lips out to the side and messing with your lip with your fingers. the nerves just messing with you. you two just sat in silence again, but of course he’s the one to break it.

“all we can do is move forward. we have to put it all behind us, it’s all we can do.”

put it all behind us? how could you possibly do that? he just upset you more honestly and you let out a sigh before pressing your face into your hands. feeling them start to slip off your face as your tears start to dampen them. he couldn’t see you were crying, but he knew you weren’t okay. it was obvious, nobody was okay.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to be so blunt or harsh or—”

he cuts himself off before swallowing and getting up. you feel the bed dip beside you before he wraps his arm around you and he moves your hands off your face, they easily slide off and his eyes are stricken with even more concern. he didn’t want to speak though, not wanting to say the wrong thing to you before he flinches, you pushing your face into his shoulder, holding in your sobs as well as you could to not make them super loud, but they were still audible. your hands move up and start gripping on his bloody jacket for dear life. he moves to face you more instead of sideways and pulls you into an actual hug, rubbing your back while it heaved up and down. he couldn’t tell if he was helping or making things worse, but by the grip you had on him, he couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to.

you mumble a load of sorrys into his shoulder before he just shushes you. he tried to push all his emotions and thoughts to the side about this all, but when in a position like this, he wanted to cry with you. he hadn’t even realized that he was until he started to notice your own jacket getting damper, turning a darker shade of green. he just keeps seeing your teary face in his mind now. sure he only saw it for a brief second, but it was etched in his mind. it would be until he died. he waits until you still a little and your grip loosens before he pulls away. your eyes completely drenched in tears. he takes his thumb and wipes the ones continuing to silently come down. he speaks up.

“i’m sorry.”

you shake your head no back and forth, the tears spraying everywhere. he had nothing to be sorry for. you take your sleeve and start wiping your face completely before shoving your face back into your hands. he moves his legs completely up onto the bed, criss crossed before grabbing your wrists and pulling them down, looking you in the eyes.

“we’ll get out of here.”

we’ll. we’ll. we’ll get out of here. it was on repeat in your head. he may have been lying, he didn’t know what would happen. he was freaking out himself. but he sure as hell would try his hardest to get you both out of here. and he’d protect you forever, even if it meant he’d lose his own life. you just stare into each others eyes before you pull your wrists out of his grip and wrap him in a tight hug, arms around his neck before he slowly reciprocates it. he wanted to treasure this moment as long as he could, not knowing how many more chances he’d get to do this with you, or if this would be the first and the last.

[meadowfics]

HELLO I AM OBSESSED WITH YOUR FAMILY UNIVERSE FOR DAEHO!! SORRY FOR YELLING BUT I NEEDDDD MORE

Can you give more descriptions for us? Maybe you have plans for more backstory in the next chapters but can we get small headcannons about daeho meeting us for the first time? You mentioned that Daeho and us were together for over a year before the games, at which we were already five months pregnant with Seoah, I just want more drabbles for this wonderful universe you've created for Daeho :)

posted many :D

[gruzd]

Choosing the right gift, a jhjmk drabble

When it comes to Hyunjoon, Junghee will do practically anything. Even if it means doing something that he’s not all that keen on doing. PREMISE: Junghee and Hyunjoon live together, and Junghee needs to get him a Christmas present.

When it comes to pokemon, Junghee has never thought much of them. 

When he was four, and received an earful of a gift when he accidentally opened up a gift for his father, he didn't have the time to think about pokemon. He was too busy crying, his ears ringing in a way that seemed like they would never stop. 

Then later, when Soojin had came into his life, a real pokemon, that was his and now just a hand me down from his father, he had wondered if it was something he was supposed to be excited about. Certainly, this was the kind of thing young kids dreamed of, getting a Treecko for the very first time. But he had had Daeho almost his entire life, so this didn't feel like a special occasion. Plus could it really be called his pokemon when really it was more like she was simply working for him? 

And as for all the other pokemon that he had gained along the way, Junghee had never thought much of them either. Most came into his life by some way or form, either as a gift or simply stumbling their way into his line of sight and demanding to be taken in. He didn't mind them. They were useful, both in the way that they could be sources of income and in the way that they could be entertaining when one was lonesome. They were easier to deal with then people, sometimes, and sometimes they were a whole of a lot more difficult. Junghee had never thought of pokemon much beyond this, only because he had never had a reason to. 

He wasn't afraid of pokemon but he certainly didn't get all excited over them either. 

It was sort of like fans - just a general facet of life that he accepted. He neither liked or dislike them, yet understood their significance. He would have never dreamed of a world without them, if only for a fact that his world had always had them. 

Hyunjoon, however, did not like pokemon. Unlike Junghee, who had always had to deal with them for as long as he could remember, Hyunjoon remained completely unaware of pokemon until he'd met Junghee's own. Even then, it had been pretty much minimal interaction. In general, Korea's existence of pokemon - especially in their idol world - was pretty minimized compared to other areas of the world. 

Hyunjoon hated pokemon. Well, no, he was afraid of them. 

It wasn't a terribly surprising thing - considering the amount of pokemon that towered six feet or higher, with fangs or claws that could easily slice up a human being without trying. However, some pokemon were gentle and kind and relatively nonthreatening. 

They had talked about it before - mostly in the hours of the morning when they were drowsy but not quite sleeping. They had talked about how certain people simply had an affinity with pokemon - such as Minki - and how others didn't. Hyunjoon had once said he wished that he was part of the first group, but was unfortunately part of the second. It made Junghee want to help him, even if Hyunjoon had never asked for it.

But Hyunjoon would never get a pokemon on his own. Junghee was sure of it. So Junghee decided: he would get Hyunjoon a pokemon for Christmas this year. Not just any pokemon. But maybe something nice, non threatening and able to erase Hyunjoons fear of pokemon and then they could visit Minki on his family ranch with much more ease. Which they both agreed they needed to do more of.

                                                             . . .

And so that was how Junghee ended up at their local pokemon shelter, staring at what had to be at least 30 different breeds of pokemon. Most were canines, which wasn't surprising considering that was the shelters speciality. Junghee had thought a dog pokemon would be good for Hyunjoon, since they were generally the easiest to get along with and the least terrifying of options. 

But while Junghee had never had a problem with pokemon, he had never been all that good with them either. 

Staring at the group of pokemon who were barking, whining, or yelping from their cages, Junghee wondered if perhaps he should have called Minki for this particular project. Minki would have been good for this. Suddenly, this seems overwhelming. 

He was used to selecting between things with objective value, objects that are able to be ranked; he searched “best toothbrush” on the internet before buying a new one, did his research on brands of bedsheets. He wished he could ask the man corralling pokemon in and out of their pens, excuse me but which one is the best? and take that one. Perhaps he will call Minki.

                                                            . . .

"Hyung!" Minki calls as soon as he spots him, a million-watt smile on his face like it always is whenever any of CROWN5's former members call him out. The sight makes Junghee soften; he wishes more things in life were as easy as pleasing their maknae. Life would be so much easier. 

On the phone, Minki seemed both touched and excited that his eldest hyung had reached out to him for help. And to help his other hyung no less! It was incredibly rare for Junghee to ask anyone - especially people that weren't Hyunjoon - for help, so he'd immediately rushed over. Plus they were at a dog shelter. How could he resist?

The maknae immediately attaches himself to Junghee, throwing him in a suffocating hug before proceeding to drag him through the shelter. It's as if Minki already knows this place - as an afterthought, Junghee realizes that it's possible. Minki's family owns a ranch, don't they? 

Minki gushes excitedly as he explains the different kind of pokemon to Junghee, and which he thinks are the best, and Junghee listens to this in relative silence, trying to keep up to speed with his dongsaeng. He catches the tail end of Minki's final words a little too late and nearly reels when it catches up to him.

"Wait,"  he says, throat feeling a little parched. "You want us to play with them?" Minki's smile is a little too saccharine. For a moment, Junghee wonders if the maknae is really as innocent as he pretends to be. But there's no time: Minki is already dragging him through those filthy gates and into the backyard. "C’mon! Let's go!" 

                                                            . . .

And that is how Junghee found himself sitting on some wet grass, looking vaguely uncomfortable as a Fennekin dozed on his lap. The weight was heavier than he would have liked, and the pokemon was definitely closer than he would've liked. Junghee had considered a cat pokemon for Hyunjoon but quickly dismissed the idea. Cat pokemon were quiet but they were fickle, and Junghee didn't want to be responsible if one accidentally scratched Hyunjoon and turned him off of pokemon forever. 

He glanced over at Minki, who was on his hand and knees in the dirt as at least ten pokemon clambered all over him. It looked suffocating. Junghee wasn't sure how Minki handled it so well; the younger boy was grinning, cheeks faintly flushed as he tossed a bright red Frisbee and three dog pokemon went chasing after it. At least three pokemon were nosing at Minki, in his personal space, licking his cheek - Junghee repressed a shudder. Minki didn't seem bothered at all, though, continuing to laugh as he rubbed the offending Growlithe between the ears.

A Growlithe. They were loyal dogs, and respectable. Police force constantly employed them in their line of work, but then Junghee had an image of an Arcanine sitting on their shared bed, or taking up their entire kitchen space, and promptly changed his mind.

He turned his head and that's when he saw it: a dog pokemon that he didn't recognize. It was the size of a puppy, and seemed to be chewing at a rawhide bone. It didn't seem all that concerned about the chaos around them, nor did they seem particularly aggressive. If anything, it seemed even somewhat ambivalent about chewing the toy between his paws. He knows boundaries at least, Junghee thought.

Gently easing himself off the Fennekin in his lap, Junghee made his way to the dog. It was a light brown color, with a darker rudd around its neck and ears that seemed to stick up slightly. When Junghee approached, he looked up and blinked, staring evenly back.

"Hi," Junghee said. 

The dog then broke out into a smile, bright blue eyes now focused and answered back with a bark. The sound alarmed Junghee somewhat, but the dog didn't immediately jump up and slobber all over him like he thought it might. This gave Junghee the courage to reach forward, running his hands through the coarse fur and rubbing the pup between the ears. The dog seemed to appreciate this, tail thumping happily on the ground, but not too happy. This was good.

Smiling, Junghee looked at his tag and read Rockruff. Oh, so it was one of those new pokemon from Alola. Junghee didn't know much about them, but the current stage seemed incredibly cute. Staring at its bright blue eyes kind of reminded him of Minki, and knowing Hyunjoons affection for their maknae, Junghee thought he'd like him too. Yes, this was the one.

"Minki, I think I found one," he called over to his maknae, beginning to stand up. Junghee wasn't sure what kind of pokemon it'd evolve into, but how bad could it really be? As long as it didn't evolve into an Arcanine that would engulf their kitchen, everything would be fine.

[pacofprunes]

die with a smile

daeho x reader

warnings — angst, pure drabble, death, typical squid game shit, crying, gunshots, mentions of blood, inspired by bruno mars and lady g’s song “die with a smile.”

you and daeho had known each other before you joined the games. you both always had a thing for each other, neither wanting to confess. you always feared that if you got together, what if he died in the marines? and he always worried that what if you’d say no? but both of you being in terrible debt, neither one fessing up to the other, joining the games and seeing each other across the room, it felt like the world just stopped for you two.

after the first game and realizing this was a life or death type of thing, you found him once it was over and gave him the tightest hug you could give. he squeezed you back as you cried into his shoulder.

“why would you come? why wouldn’t you tell me? how stupid could you be dae?”

he wipes your tears with his thumb as they keep flowing and he laughs softly.

“you’re here too, remember? no need to yell at me about it. why wouldn’t you tell me?”

you just stay silent and place your face in his chest as he rubs his hand through your hair.

“we’ll stick together. i won’t let anything happen to you, i promise.”

you press your face away from his chest and look up at him.

“really?”

he smiles at you. that signature smile that could light up the whole room.

“wherever you go that’s where I’ll follow”

the second game, you guys were on the same team. you guys made it but seeing all those people die around you, all the blood on the floor that you almost slipped on while racing to the finish line for your life had opened your eyes completely. you couldn’t stay here. voting came around and you pressed the big red ‘X’. you watched as dae-ho’s turn came around and prayed he’d make the smart choice. he hits the red ‘X’ and switches out the blue ‘O’ on his chest before walking over to you and smiling, hooking his arm underneath yours as you lean your head against his shoulder.

after the night comes around he gets up and nudges your shoulder, trying to wake you up. you start to move and finally get up and rub your eyes, immediately smiling once you see it’s him. you pat a spot on your bed, giving him a sign to sit with you. he hops up and you lean your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around yours.

“dae, do you think we’ll get out of here?”

he goes to speak but you cut him off.

“alive.”

he thinks for a little and it’s silent but then he squeezes your shoulder before speaking.

“i think we’ll get out of here together.”

you take a deep breath and almost hold it there. all the tension in your body threatening to spill. he looks at you concerned before a shaky breath spills out of your mouth.

“dae, i don’t wanna do this anymore.”

the tears well up in your eyes before you can even speak but you stop yourself from talking more and hold your breath once again to keep them in. he pulls you into his chest and wraps his hand around your head and keeps your face in the crook of his neck as he feels the spot get wetter and wetter. he takes a deep breath now before speaking.

“i love you.”

you still and move away, looking at him with your teary eyes in shock.

“what..?”

“i love you.”

he holds his breath. scared of what you may say. hoping he read all the signs correctly and that it was the right time to admit it.

“dae, we can’t.”

he chokes on his own breath, upset about what you may be insinuating.

“why? im sorry.”

you put your hand on his cheek and squeeze his hand with your other hand.

“don’t be sorry. i love you too. but we can’t. if you were to die here, i don’t know what i’d do. if i was left here without you, i—”

he presses you into a tight kiss, bring his free hand up to your cheek while you’re still holding his other and pulls away.

“that’s only going to make me love you even harder. knowing that you feel so deeply about me. i feel the same. but i told you,”

he cups your face with both hands now.

“wherever you go that’s where i’ll follow. as long as you’re here i’m not going anywhere.”

you stare, almost looking through his eyes now and you speak, taking a breath.

“nobody’s promised tomorrow.”

he smiles at you before leaning his forehead into yours and looking into your eyes.

“but as long as you’re here i am.”

—

the third game comes around and was finally announced. it was definitely intense and quite nerve wrecking but daeho makes sure to give you a smile of reassurance.

he squeezes your hand tight as the platform spins around. the speaker called for five people in a room. you run together but you end up getting separated. he’s in a room, the perfect amount of people, but he notices you out there instead of in with him. somebody else was right next to the door he was in, so he opens it and lets them in, allowing them to lock it behind him. gi-hun screams for him, but he just runs to you. he locks you in a hug and you guys pull away and just look each other in the eyes.

“dae-ho, i don’t wanna do this anymore.”

he cups your face in his hands.

“we don’t have to anymore, my love, i love you so much.”

you place your heads in each others necks, hugging as tight as possible, just like before when you first arrived, and then you both tense against each other. gunshots ringing through the air, into your ears, and through your bodies. you both fall to the ground, still in each others arms. with the few breaths he has left, he cups your face in his hand one last time, sending a smile your way. tears filling your eyes before they finally shut, you smile back to him. and even when you both pass, that smile never fully fades.

[pacofprunes]

─── writing / to write / ready to post list 🗒️

(will update whenever i get certain requests, ideas, etc. these are also in no particular order, ⭐️ = most likely to be posted soon)

squid game

1. daeho x reader drabble, comfort ⭐️

2. angsty thanos headcanons about reader wanting to hate him because of all the fucked shit he’s done to them but reader can’t

3. thanos x reader in which is purple hair is staining all of your pillows

4. myungi x reader and thanos x reader in which thanos wants to make myungis bitch (reader) his bitch ⭐️

5. who’s most likely to force reader into addiction ! request

6. dark! thanos who got reader pregnant and now she’s in the game (not a continuation of my last thanos x pregnant reader fic) ! request ⭐️

7. dark inho / youngil who wants payment for helping reader out ! request ⭐️

8. toxic thanos who thinks readers getting too close to gihun or inho ! request

9. namgyu x reader, thanos x reader, reader begging thanos for help because namgyu is just oh so mean (dark, noncon) ! kinda request

10. daeho x reader, he just had the brightest smile

11. namgyu x reader dacryphilia ! request

12. dark squid game guards x reader (3sm)

[pacofprunes]

I’m about to start cranking shit out this week or next week

AGENDA (in no particular order)

dark inho x reader (cockwarming)

myungi x reader x thanos (idk if this will be dark or not yet tbh)

daegil x reader fluff (tazza the hidden card)

dark squid game guards x reader

comfort angst daeho x reader drabble

[pacofprunes]

Hii kiyomi!! How you doing? Can't wait for tmrw update. Can I ask you something?if you don't mind I feel like you are only attracted thanos,nam gyu and Dae ho. Because the way you write about them. (It's true, right😭). It's oky everyone have hots for their favorite characters💕

I feel like you're not attracted to hwang in ho. Is he too old for you?😭. It's just my presumption that's why I'm asking you this. (I've sent you lots of spicy requests on hwang inho. It's completely fine if you don't wanna write on him.).

Stay healthy and hydrated. Love ya.

(And apologies for rumbling I did above. English is not my first language.)

_💐

I like this question uhm im ngl i actually hated namgyu until after i wrote that story in full with him in it so theres that 😭 I don’t mind inho I don’t hate him uhm he’s not ugly to me hes definitely grown on me the reason his part was so short in my last fic was cause that’s just how i thought he’d act 😭

I went through my requests from you and all I saw were thanos things and maybe one inho? Maybe resend some but I just usually am not as inspired for him.

Top 3 faves are daeho, thanos, and myungi. namgyu is finally starting to grow on me after the fic I wrote so he’s actually not even in my top 3.

I’m open to any character though I actually have so many thanos requests and drabbles and I’d honestly like some more dae ho and myungi ones so yeah but I write for everyone and I have a bunch of stuff done of other characters, I just wait for specific days to release my stuff so don’t worry 💐 anon I got stuff coming your way ❤️

[darkficslover]

Thank you so much for dropping this angst drabble😭. After reading your dark inho fic I needed some angst dose<33

WILDFLOWER — “she was crying on my shoulder, all i could do was hold her”

you had both been set to watch over to make sure nobody tried to attack you guys. the third game was terrible. it felt like kill or be killed and you felt like so much blood was on your hands. you saw so many people you considered yourself to be pretty close to die right in front of your eyes. daeho was sitting across from you, actually watching out while you just stared at your lap.

“you tired?”

you look up. his eyes were so pretty but you didn’t really remanence in them for too long before putting your head back down. tired of this game or tired and you wanna go to sleep? you didn’t ask, just shaking your head no before puckering your lips out to the side and messing with your lip with your fingers. the nerves just messing with you. you two just sat in silence again, but of course he’s the one to break it.

“all we can do is move forward. we have to put it all behind us, it’s all we can do.”

put it all behind us? how could you possibly do that? he just upset you more honestly and you let out a sigh before pressing your face into your hands. feeling them start to slip off your face as your tears start to dampen them. he couldn’t see you were crying, but he knew you weren’t okay. it was obvious, nobody was okay.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to be so blunt or harsh or—”

he cuts himself off before swallowing and getting up. you feel the bed dip beside you before he wraps his arm around you and he moves your hands off your face, they easily slide off and his eyes are stricken with even more concern. he didn’t want to speak though, not wanting to say the wrong thing to you before he flinches, you pushing your face into his shoulder, holding in your sobs as well as you could to not make them super loud, but they were still audible. your hands move up and start gripping on his bloody jacket for dear life. he moves to face you more instead of sideways and pulls you into an actual hug, rubbing your back while it heaved up and down. he couldn’t tell if he was helping or making things worse, but by the grip you had on him, he couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to.

you mumble a load of sorrys into his shoulder before he just shushes you. he tried to push all his emotions and thoughts to the side about this all, but when in a position like this, he wanted to cry with you. he hadn’t even realized that he was until he started to notice your own jacket getting damper, turning a darker shade of green. he just keeps seeing your teary face in his mind now. sure he only saw it for a brief second, but it was etched in his mind. it would be until he died. he waits until you still a little and your grip loosens before he pulls away. your eyes completely drenched in tears. he takes his thumb and wipes the ones continuing to silently come down. he speaks up.

“i’m sorry.”

you shake your head no back and forth, the tears spraying everywhere. he had nothing to be sorry for. you take your sleeve and start wiping your face completely before shoving your face back into your hands. he moves his legs completely up onto the bed, criss crossed before grabbing your wrists and pulling them down, looking you in the eyes.

“we’ll get out of here.”

we’ll. we’ll. we’ll get out of here. it was on repeat in your head. he may have been lying, he didn’t know what would happen. he was freaking out himself. but he sure as hell would try his hardest to get you both out of here. and he’d protect you forever, even if it meant he’d lose his own life. you just stare into each others eyes before you pull your wrists out of his grip and wrap him in a tight hug, arms around his neck before he slowly reciprocates it. he wanted to treasure this moment as long as he could, not knowing how many more chances he’d get to do this with you, or if this would be the first and the last.