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winter-dayz · 7 months

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I Can't Lose You

Pairing: Lim Jaebeom x Reader Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror Words: 2104 Warnings: murder; torture; violence

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“10.” She jumped from square to square carefully but with incredible haste. The monotone countdown nearly made her steps stumble, yet she remained sturdy and hurriedly finished the obstacle she was on.

“9.” He had already finished this trial several minutes ago and stood staring at her from behind the finish line, watching with creased brows and his lip tight between his teeth. She wished that she could soothe his worries, but even once she finishes this trial, there’d be no solace in the victory.

One trial led to the next, and they only increased in difficulty as they progressed. They’d been promised answers and to be released at the end of the “games,” but no indication for how many or how long it all would take.

She had woken up next to her newly ex-boyfriend in a large empty warehouse surrounded by another fifty or so others that also had no recollections of getting there.

The last obstacle of this trial was, of course, the most daunting and required more time to cross than she had left. In front of her was a thirty-foot long beam. On either side was a bottomless pit.

For those who had completed other obstacles in a faster manner, they’d had plenty of time to carefully cross the narrow stretch of concrete. It was the least deadly obstacle so far, but the longer you took on the other obstacles, the less time you had to carefully cross the final one.

“8.” Y/N had eight seconds to get to the other side. Never before had she felt so disheartened but determined. Jaebeom stood on the opposite end, waiting with bated breath. She had to do this.

She placed one foot on the skinny path, testing her balance before quickly placing one foot after another in quick succession. She got halfway across before wobbling; she took in a quick intake of air as she swayed in her spot before steadying and letting the air escape again.

“4.” Her heart thundered in her ears and she nearly missed that wretched deep voice relaying the remaining trial time. A glance was shared between the two, and then she looked back to her feet.

Each step felt as though it’d be her last. Each beat in her chest felt like it wasn’t enough. She’d stopped breathing the minute she started balance-running again. It wouldn’t be enough time.

“3. 2.” She stumbled. One foot caught on the other in her reckless haste.

“1.” Arms wrapped around her and pulled her the rest of the way forward. They tumbled onto the hard floor, but she had made it. Looking to the side, her eyes were captured by the dark depths of familiarity already staring back at her. They did not speak.

🎃

Neverending. She thought they’d never see freedom again. Stuck to whatever building, realm, life they’d been trapped in. She noticed his eyes on her more frequently.

Towards the end of their relationship, he had hardly glanced at her. Unimportant; she’d never felt so unimportant and irrelevant in her life than when she was with him.

Now it was like his eyes were made to solely look after her form. She felt pinned by his gaze. There was no question as to why. Obviously, she’d almost met her maker, and now, he felt responsible for keeping her alive.

That wouldn’t do. Y/N would not be anyone’s liability but her own. This was not the place to rely on another person for getting through the trials. One could die at any moment, and then what? Sit and wait for your own death because your partner couldn’t carry you along? No.

They were led by lights to their next trial. She was determined to get through this on her own.

🎃

They were told they’d need to navigate the maze to reach the door. But upon entering the room, the remaining fifteen were met with walls of mirrors. Some had symbols etched into the surface.

Someone mentioned the trick of following the left wall until they found the exit. It’d probably work, if they had the time for such a tedious method. But time was once again against them.

The entire group would only have five minutes to reach the door once someone entered the maze. Anyone left in the maze at the end would be suffocated with poisonous gas.

The group began debating the smartest methods or strategies. Y/N walked closer to one of the entrances, cautious not to step inside the bounds. She inspected the symbols on the mirrors.

She glanced behind her, but none of the others had realized she’d stepped away. Even Jaebeom no longer had his sights glued to her. Instead, he was arguing with another trial runner over who knows what.

When she looked back to the mirrors she noticed something else hidden within their confines. As she tilted her head and stepped side to side, she saw a distorted image reflected below each symbol.

One showed an arrow pointing to the right. The next was too difficult to make out in its current distortion. The next she was just barely able to recognize it to be a dead end sign. And the last symbol almost looked to be a door.

As she turned to announce her findings, she realized that only a few people remained, and when she saw the clock, it was ticking down closer to four minutes.

Jaebeom had waited for her but was urging her to follow the left wall strategy. But really, if you stopped to think about that strategy in this situation, it made no sense at all since there were four entrances to begin with. So which left wall do you start at?

“That’s not how this maze works, JB.” Y/N stopped him from entering the path with the reflection she couldn’t make out. “Follow me. I think I figured it out, but I can only explain while we’re walking. There’s not enough time.” She declared, moving towards the reflection of the distorted door. He began to follow, but attempted to protest only to be cut off by his former girlfriend.

“Look, five minutes wouldn’t be enough time to wander a maze of this size aimlessly until you find the end. And even following one wall the entire time would just lead to constant dead ends. Plus, there were four entrances, so it’d be hard to decide which starting point was the correct one anyway.” She paused, looking closely into the mirror again.

Behind her, she noticed Jaebeom listening intently, but with confusion on his face as he tried to decipher what she was doing.

“So… there had to be some sort of clue to where to start and how to get to the end. I saw the four symbols immediately,” she explained, pointing up at the symbol above them, “but it took me a while to figure out that they correlated to the distorted image below them. When I turned around to tell everyone, they’d already started. But this one has a door in its reflection.” She picked up into a jog as they turned into a long corridor of the maze.

🎃

They were not the only ones to make it out of the maze. But their group had dwindled down significantly. A measly six remained.

Once again they were led by lights to the next area. Jaebeom grabbed her arm, holding her back.

“I want to talk–” He started, but she stepped away.

“This is not the place for whatever you’re wanting to say to me.” She shook her head. The last time he had uttered those words, it’d been to end their relationship. She couldn’t risk something like that clouding her focus here.

The lights above them shut off, urging them to keep moving. Her lips thinned out as if to say “see?” She turned and continued on, quickly catching up to the others. He watched after her for a moment, but ultimately did the same.

It was their final trial. Two truths and a lie with a twist. The disembodied voice would read out two truths and a lie for a participant. If no one in the group could correctly identify the lie then the participant would be shot through the head.

No one questioned the fact that there weren’t any enforcers or obvious automatic guns present. Rules hadn’t been taken lightly since trial one when a woman had been decapitated after trying to cheat her way through it. The entire warehouse had fallen into a hush at the sight. Some had promptly emptied their stomachs onto the concrete floors, a sweaty man had fainted, and the woman next to her had screamed once realization finally hit. Jaebeom had subtly blocked Y/N’s view, but she had already resolved to look elsewhere by then.

Since that moment, rules were not to be tried against. If it was promised, then no one was curious enough to test those limits.

The monotone voice read out the three facts of one of the random players. The man was mindful of his reactions and kept to a careful poker face. They’d all assumed that hinting toward answers would be considered cheating.

Both Jaebeom and Y/N stayed quiet on this turn, not having learned anything about this man in their time here. Not that there was much down-time for chatting and story-sharing. Thankfully, one of the other three had correctly detected the lie.

“Y/N’s biggest fear is being forgotten by those she cares about.” She tensed in her seat as her turn came. Her eyes had been cast to the ceiling since round two when they’d all failed to guess the lie for the young man.

“Y/N has only been in one relationship.” Jaebeom eyed her from his seat in the circle. His eyebrow twitched, but he waited for the final option.

“Y/N cheated on her last boyfriend.” A scoff resounded out into the room. Eyes flung to Jaebeom’s outraged figure. He stayed quiet only staring at her indignantly.

The others in the room had long since picked up on the connection between the two. None had been sure if it was a romantic or kin relationship, but they’d all recognized the familiarity and allyship.

But at his reaction, they assumed it meant the former was true and took that as a sign of an easy round. The other three in the room all spoke aloud their guess: number two was the lie.

Jaebeom watched as a silent tear fell down the side of her face. She remained staring at the ceiling, resolute in not giving away any answer. She was sure she’d be done for. Either Jaebeom would abstain from guessing just to spite her, or he’d stay firm in his belief that she cheated on him—which had been the cause of their breakup.

“Number 3 is the lie.” He spoke up loud, clear, and firm. Silence ensued.

The ex-couple woke up in Jaebeom’s apartment, slumped down on his couch. Neither of them questioned how they got there. A letter sat in front of them, the outside void of any sender. Both refrained from reaching for it. They knew that the answers to whatever had just happened, and why, would await them inside; neither found it that enticing to find out yet.

“We need to talk.” He started, gulping down his nerves. She stared at the hard wood floors beneath her socked feet. Whoever returned them was kind enough to leave their shoes at the front door.

“Do we?” She spoke up. What was there to discuss, really? He hadn’t trusted her the first time. Was a life-or-death situation the only solution to looking at things from her perspective? That wasn’t a relationship she saw worth saving.

“I can’t lose you. I will do whatever I have to in order to prove that to you. I’ll do whatever I have to so that we can work things out. I should’ve trusted you before. I should’ve known that the things I’d been told weren’t true.” He blew out the air that had built up in his lungs. “I can’t lose you.” He stated again. “No one out there will understand each other the way we do anymore. No one did before anyway… No one got me like you did. Please, Y/N. I want to make things right between us.” He waited. His eyes roamed her face as he watched for any change in her features.

“Me too…” She breathed out with a strained expression, but reached out to take his hand in her own.

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lilmaravilla · 2 years

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Promises (Sae-Byeok x Reader)

warnings: mentions of trauma and sadness. there are mentions of death and blood as well. a few curse words will be present in this story so just a heads up. please let me know if I missed any other warnings! key: Y/n = your name. L/n = last name. E/c = eye color. H/l = hair length. H/c = hair color summary: Sae-Byeok and Y/n have been inseparable from the first game. Speaking of their traumas and pain, promises are made. Before the last game, it seems that some promises have to be broken.

There was no doubt that player 027, known as L/n Y/n, had an attraction towards player 067, who was known as Sae-Byeok. Those two made sure they both made it out of each game alive. At times, one of them would come out with the emotional trauma of having to survive. For Sae-Byeok, the game that fucked her up was the fourth game; the Marbles. For Y/n, the game that fucked them up was the second game; Honeycomb.

"I am right here. You don't need to put up a show for me. You are hurting inside and I can see right through you," whispered Y/n as they sat on Sae-Byeok's bed. Slowly grabbing the blanket and pulling it over the woman's shoulders. The players had just finished the fourth game.

"Her name was Ji-Yeong. She let me walk out of that game alive. Told me she had nothing to live for. Told me we were going to have a girl's night out and make Mojitos," she sobbed out, leaning her head into Y/n's chest. Her tears soaking their sweater. "I don't even know what mojitos are."

"Hey. Hey. I know, darling. I know it hurts," Y/n comforted as they rubbed Sae-Byeok's back. Looking at all the surviving players, there was no doubt that everyone was miserable. They all had lost someone special. Or well... almost everyone.

"She wanted to go to Jeju Island with me. She had nobody and so she let me win the stupid game!" she nearly yelled for everyone to hear. "I should've never chosen her! Maybe like that, she would be conversing with us!" "Listen, I may not have known her, but I promise when we get out of here, we will go to that island and have those mojitos in her honor. I promise you," said Y/n as they kissed Sae-Byeok's head and held her closer, if possible. They hated seeing her so sad. "I promise Ji-Yeong and you that we will win the money and do the things she wanted to." The fifth game had just ended and both Sae-Byeok and Y/n had been instructed to change into new outfits the guards had provided them with. Almost like a reward for them winning the second to last game. That game had consisted of players jumping over glass panels to get across a bridge. Only four players didn't fall to their death in that game. Though looks can deceive when you are high off of adrenaline for passing a game. All glass panels that remained shattered and sent glass flying everywhere. Y/n had left the game with a minor injury to her chest.

"I look like a butler and this fucking... wound stings like a bitch!" Y/n yelled at the mirror as they began to clean the blood off of their chest. "I hope Sae-Byeok is okay. I haven't seen her." Unbeknownst to Y/n, Sae-Byeok was in a different bathroom wondering the same thing. Trying hard to stop her abdomen to stop bleeding. A glass shard had torn her skin and now had her leaving a bloody mess in that bathroom. Panting and sweating, she hoped that Y/n wouldn't notice the blood. Grateful that each player who remained was able to change in the privacy of their own bathroom. A lovely dinner was set up for the last four players: Player 027, Player 067, Player 218, and Player 456. The vibe in that room was one of uneasiness and hatred. Though that wasn't what Y/n was worried about. They were more worried about Sae-Byeok barely touching her food. A discomforted look was evident on her face and Y/n knew that there was something bothering her. Was it perhaps how little knowledge they had of the last game? What would happen with the money? Was it Gi-Hun and San-Woo's looks of hatred towards each other from across the table? At that point in time, anything could have been bothersome to Sae-Byeok. In that place it seemed that almost any negative thing was possible. In that hell they both had to experience. No matter the circumstances, Y/n was still determined to keep the promise she kept to Sae-Byeok and Ji-Yeong. It could cost them their life but they were going to make sure Sae-Byeok makes it out alive from this wretched place that reeks of death. No matter what consequences they had to face, Y/n was going to keep Sae-Byeok alive.

After dinner, the last four players sat in the first room they woke up in. The emptiness was unbearable, for only 4 beds remained from the 456 that were once placed there. Only four players from 456 remained and that made shivers run down y/n's spine. The last unrevealed game was now on their mind. The same question they had prior to every other game: what is the new game? One look at Sae-Byeok and of all Y/n's concerns for what the last game could be faded. Sae-Byeok had been dozing off countless of times as if she were tired. It was as if she had been cursed to be put to sleep, concerning Y/n about her well-being. No words or gestures came from Sae-Byeok's mouth or body to let them know that they were doing okay. Player 456, also known as Seong Gi-Hun, began walking towards her, the blade that was given to him present in his hand. Becoming alert, Y/n quickly stood up and ran towards them, hoping he wouldn't try anything. Red flags were present because of the blade and so Y/n held their own against his neck. "Woah woah! I'm not going to hurt her. Just want to help her out. It's weird for her to be dozing off like this and... hey.. Hey!" he exclaimed and reached down to hold her. Y/n wasn't going to lie when they say they felt jealousy course through their veins when Gi-Hun held Sae-Byeok close to him. The jealousy soon faded away when they looked at her shirt. A crimson red stained the white shirt she was wearing, causing Y/n's eyes to widen. A hitched breath escaped her lips in realization that Sae-Byeok had gotten injured with the glass shards from the last game.

"You're bleeding out?! Why didn't you say anything?!" Y/n yelled and placed a hand over the wound. Y/n wasn't usually the type to panic or stress out in these types of situations but it was the girl that they had fallen in love with. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts! I just. . . dammit, don't you dare give up on me, you hear me?!" "Y/n...y-y/n I l-love you. Don't you forget that, okay/ Go to Jeju I-island for Ji-Y-yeong and me. Keep your promise," she spoke with pain evident in her voice. "Shut up! Stop talking right now! Save your strength. Live for me, dammit! Please! Please stay with me. . ." pleading, Y/n's e/c eyes filled with tears. Heart pounding against their chest; the pain finally settling in. Were they going to lose Sae-Byeok?

Gi-Hun's P.O.V. Tears were evident on player 027's face, rolling down their cheeks and onto Sae-Byeok's own face. Knowing they were both in pain, I sprung into action and ran to the big doors that separated us from our freedom, apart from the walls. Since I arrived to this place, no doubt ever crossed my mind about Sae-Byeok being strong. She was strong, yes, but at this moment I could tell her body and mind were weakening with the blood loss. The same went for Y/n. I just don't know their strength or how much heartbreak they can take if they lose their lover.

"Hey! Hey! We need help! She's lost a lot of blood!" yelling in distress was all I could do as my fists began to bang on the metal doors. No way was I going to lose another friend to death. "There's a badly injured girl! Is anybody out there?!" I breathed heavily as the hope of someone being out there to help my dear friend out was dying. Frustration and rage filled my being, causing me to punch those doors even harder. "Get in here you assholes! Someone is dying and I am sure you need her alive for the next game! Someone out there, please, answer me!" I begged and slammed my palms against those steel doors. Sae-Byeok's blood now decorating them a crimson red. My hope was slowly fading that anyone would listen and show up.

No longer pounding on the door, I panted in exhaustion of slamming my hands too hard. All my hope had faded away until the lights flickered on and those damn doors opened. The alarm blaring and for once, it was music to my ears.

"Oh! Hey! Can you please get a doctor?! She has lost a lot of blood!" I held on to one of the guards, nearly falling on my knees to beg them for a doctor. I wanted Sae-Byeok alive. Not for my sanity but for y/n's. "Hurry! Please! She's. . " but there was never a finished sentence from my mouth. I had been pushed to the side as several guards walked into the first room holding a coffin.

'No. . please don't let her be dead,' was my only thought. Quickly facing towards my two beloved friends in disbelief hoping she wasn't dead. Horror took over my very being upon what I was seeing.

San-Woo was standing over Sae-Byeok's bed, holding on to Y/n. Blood running down his face. tainting the white shirt he wore.

Sae-Byeok's P.O.V My heart had stopped. My world had crashed down. My wounds no longer stinging with pain. Adrenaline now filling my veins when I laid eyes upon San-Woo holding onto my lover.

"NO!!!" I yelled out with all the rage that had filled my body. The physical pain now gone as only emotional pain took over. Before my eyes stood my y/n wrapped in the arms of San-Woo. Both of them entangled in a dance of death when his blade pierced right through her heart.

"Let her go!! Let her go now!!" yelled out Gi-Hun, pushing San-Woo away and holding onto Y/n. Jolting from my bed, I pushed him away as well and held my dearest Y/n close. Caressing her face and crying at the cough of blood she let out. "H-hey. . remember what you told me? You told me to stay with you so now you have to stay with me, do you u-understand..?!" I semi-yelled at her, regretting it the next second when her body flinched. "You can't leave me. . not like this. I need to know what it feels like to love you in Heaven. Not in this hell."

"Promises. . .," came their soft voice, whimpering in pain. "S-some promises.. are meant to be.. broken," they spoke, looking straight into my tear-filled eyes. "I was already in Heaven.. just by b-being.. n-near ..y-you...".

"It's okay! It's okay if you break your promise, you just have to stay with me, okay?!" I spoke, staring right into her eyes, only, there was no more life in them. . .

"Y/n? Y/N, NO!!! PLEASE!!!" I shouted and cradled their deceased body close, missing the warmth they had radiated.

My heaven was gone. My promise to a new life...was gone.

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bjursta · 1 year

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OH GOD THE LORE

#sqoneshot #its evolving past “they all squid lol”#alula #calamus #kip #oneshot game #splatoon #magpie

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leia-writes · 2 years

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Hi! iread These Violent Delights

Have Violent Ends and i loved it sooo much! Can i request a femreader smut with the front man character? i don't have any plot ideas, it's up to you !

of course! I decided to take an enemies to lovers route with this one, I really enjoyed writing it. thank you!!

Kiss With A Fist

hwang in-ho | front man x reader

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song inspiration: kiss with a fist by florence + the machine

warnings: SMUT - 18+ ONLY

“Do we really have to do this now?”

You stood in the elevator with In-ho, making your way to one of the several storage rooms on site. It was almost midnight and you just wanted to go to sleep. The next round of games were about to start, and you’d mistakenly misplaced some critical information on some of the players. You suspected a guard moved the files to one of the storage rooms, but with the amount of information the organization kept, finding it might take a while.

In-ho scoffed next to you. “Yes. And you’re lucky I’m going with you to help look for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “I just don’t see why this can’t get done tomorrow. It’s late.”

“If you hadn’t been so careless, we wouldn’t have to do this in the first place.”

“Why does everything have to be on paper anyways? Everything should be digital now. There’s no reason for us to have all this paper.” You knew you made a mistake, but having to go through all of this was too much.

He sighed sharply. “Would you stop complaining?”

Before you could respond, the elevator door opened, and you started searching for the missing files. It was beyond annoying having to search through everything when it could be so much simpler if everything was digital. You spent almost an hour searching before In-ho approached you and pushed the files into your chest, shoving you backwards a bit.

“Here. Now put them where they belong. And don’t fuck up again.”

He walked away, and you stood there angrily. He was so fucking irritating. You knew he probably relished in seeing you make a mistake. You’d worked with him almost a year now, and from the very beginning the two of you never got along. He clearly felt threatened by your presence, having worked alone before you came along. Anytime you contributed, he treated you like a nuisance.

But that never discouraged you. Like In-ho, you’d won a round of the Squid Games yourself, so dealing with him was nothing. You had no problem giving him the same treatment he’d given you. The problem was, you worked together every single day, almost all of your time spent side by side. Being around someone who constantly tried to undermine you was a daily challenge.

You shook off your anger and put the files away before going to bed. You and In-ho had a shared living space, with separate rooms. There was no escaping him, so you tried your best to let it go. Of course, things didn’t always work out that way.

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A few days later, the Squid Games began, and everything seemed to go by without any problems. Even after the players had voted to leave, a good amount decided to come back. It wasn’t until you noticed In-ho acting strange that you realized something was going on.

He’d been acting particularly stressed and distant, constantly running off to go do some unknown task. You knew the games added another level of stress to your job, but his behavior wasn’t normal. Anytime you tried to question him, he’d give you the usual cold shoulder or rude demeanor.

He was away yet again when you heard the guards speaking over the radio. A guard had gone missing? What the hell was he up to? You immediately made your way to the VIP escape area, where In-ho was kneeling next to a guard.

“What the hell is going on?”

He stood and turned around, his fingers bloody, holding a bullet. His mask was on, but you could tell he was annoyed to see you. “It’s being handled.”

“Clearly it isn’t.” You gestured towards the guard, dead on the ground.

He threw the bullet to the side. “Go check the rooms.” He walked past you, leaving before you could say anything else. He always got like that when he made a mistake, not wanting to give you the benefit of seeing him fail.

You made your way to the guard dorms, quickly discovering a guard was missing. Instead of looking for the guard himself, though, In-ho instructed the guards to search for him, leaving the two of you to oversee the next game. The VIPs would arrive soon after, and you’d both have to tend to them immediately.

As you watched the players in the control room, standing next to In-ho, you turned to him. “Why don’t you tell me what the hell is happening?”

“It’s none of your concern,” he said coldly, facing forward.

“A guard was killed. Of course it’s my fucking concern.”

“I told you I’m handling it.”

You scoffed, turning away. “You better hope it gets handled before the VIPs arrive.”

In-ho shifted uncomfortably, his hands tightening into fists. You could tell he had more to say, but kept it in and stayed silent. You smirked under your mask as you continued to observe the game.

Once the game was over, you decided to join the guards searching for the intruder outside, rather than do nothing with In-ho. He seemed to be too caught up in his own thoughts to notice you leave anyways. You walked the shoreline, looking for any sign, when the guards found the body.

They called In-ho on the radio, who quickly showed up afterwards. As In-ho approached the body, you couldn’t help yourself from rubbing it in a bit.

“You seem to be handling it just fine, huh?”

He slowly turned to you, and you could tell he was seething under the mask.

“Watch it.”

You chuckled, and handed him the wallet you found on the body. “Looks like we’re dealing with the police now.”

In-ho observed the ID, and let out a long, deep sigh. Clearly this was troubling for him.

“This is a much bigger issue now, you know that ri-”

“Would you just shut the fuck up for one minute?” In-ho interrupted, tension clear in his voice. He threw the wallet to the ground and turned away, hands on his hips. He was clearly battling with something you knew nothing about. For a moment, your curiosity outweighed your annoyance.

You took a moment to wonder what exactly he was going through, and why he was so upset. Normally he didn’t let your words get under his skin so much, so why was he so reactive to them now?

Before you could think further, you were both pinged on your radios. The VIPs arrived, and you both would have to tend to them for a while. In-ho directed the guards to burn the body and the two of you met with the VIPs.

You greeted the VIPs and prepared for the next game. During the glass bridge game, you stood with In-ho at the control desk, but your mind was anywhere but the game. In-ho seemed distracted as well, constantly checking his radio to make sure it was working. It was incredibly boring, and knowing the intruder was still out there, with the VIPs around, made you on edge.

“I’m going to go search with them. There’s no reason I need to be here too.”

“No. You’re staying.”

You rolled your eyes, under the mask, and ignored him. “I’ll let you know what we find.”

You turned to walk away, but In-ho roughly grabbed your arm. You looked at his hand indignantly before looking at him.

“Let go of me.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

You could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle darkly under his mask.

“I’m not telling you. I’m making you.” He pulled you back in front of the controls, closer to him, his grip on your arm becoming impossibly tight. The sudden proximity made you uncomfortable, an unexplainable feeling starting to form inside you.

He leaned towards you, whispering. “Don’t fucking move.”

He shoved you, letting go of your arm. You could feel some of the VIPs watching you, and you knew better than to make a scene now. In-ho promptly walked away, forcing you to be the one to stay and oversee the game. The lingering pain from his grip on your arm just added to your frustration.

How dare he think he can treat you like that? The more you thought about it, the more upset it made you. He had no right to put his hands on you like that. You cursed yourself for wavering when he pulled you close to him. The strange feeling from before started to come back, but you quickly pushed it away.

Once the game was over, you returned to your shared living space. Whatever In-ho had to deal with, you decided he would deal with it alone. If he wanted you out of the way, that was fine. It wasn’t your responsibility anyways. With how chaotic everything had been, you deserved a break.

After a while, you heard In-ho exit the elevator. You expected him to give you an update, but he went straight to the bathroom. A few minutes passed and you heard him groaning, before hearing the sound of metal falling to the ground. What the hell?

You walked to the bathroom door, softly knocking. “Where’s the intruder?”

You heard In-ho sigh out of frustration. “Taken care of.”

“Is he dead?”

“Yes.”

“Where’s the body?”

In-ho yelled out of frustration, and unbeknownst to you, pain. “I fucking took care of it, he’s at the bottom of the ocean now, are you happy?”

You paused for a moment. “Why didn’t you incinerate the body? That’s protocol.”

In-ho suddenly opened the door, anger written all over his face. You quickly noticed the wound he was holding a towel to.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Why do you have to be so fucking nosy? I told you it was taken care of.” He grimaced in pain and went to shut the door, but you blocked it.

“What happened?”

In-ho sighed, clearly worn down. He walked back to the sink and threw the towel down before preparing to stitch his wound. You noticed a bullet in the sink.

“He shot me. I shot him back. It’s over now.”

Something felt off to you. There was no way In-ho would let the intruder shoot him before killing him himself.

“You didn’t answer my question. Why didn’t you take care of the body?”

In-ho shut his eyes in frustration for a moment, but continued to focus on stitching his wound. “I told you, he’s dead in the ocean now.”

“But his body could show up somewhere.”

He huffed in pain, ignoring you.

You stayed silent for a moment, deciding not to bother him while he was stitching himself. As you stewed in your thoughts, it all seemed more and more strange to you. When he was finished, he turned to you, annoyed.

“What do you want?”

“I want to know why you left the body.”

He turned away, cleaning himself up and ignoring you again.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you sure he’s even dead?”

He looked down, letting out a deep breath, and in the mirror you could see rage on his face. His fists were clenched, his body shaking. He stayed silent again.

“Why won’t you tell me what the fuck is going on?!”

In an instant, In-ho punched forward on the mirror, shattering it to pieces, screaming. The sudden sound made you jump back. He turned to you, his hand bloody.

He looked you right in the eyes, shaking in fierce anger. “I don’t have to tell you shit.”

You stared at him for a few moments, anger brewing inside of you as well. He acted violent, but you weren’t scared. “Then don’t endanger all of us with your careless behavior.”

“Careless?” he said, his voice shaking. He turned away and leaned forward on the counter, grimacing. He took in a shaky breath, and let out a sob through gritted teeth.

He started to cry. He was crying.

That caught you off guard. You’d never seen anything close to this kind of emotion coming from him. For a moment, your anger subsided, and you felt… concern.

Why did you even care? You despised this man. But… the way he was breaking down in front of you, it was so bizarre. You knew something significant had to have happened.

“In-ho, just… just tell me what happened.”

He looked at you again, and you could tell inside he was truly falling apart. He looked deranged. “What happened? I’ll tell you what happened… That intruder, he…” he paused, his face contorting in pain, “he… he was my brother.”

His… brother? You stood there in shock, not sure how to react. You were mortified.

In-ho laughed wildly, his emotions out of control. “And you want to know why I didn’t burn his body? I already shot him, isn’t that enough?”

He stepped closer to you as you stayed speechless.

“Isn’t it enough that I had to shoot him? Isn’t that all we’re good for now? Shooting and killing people?”

You were absolutely stunned. You never expected this, and you weren’t sure what to do. You wished you had never asked anything at all.

“In-ho, I’m… I’m sor-”

He cut you off by grabbing your throat with his hand, pushing you on the wall behind you. His fingers, bloody from punching the mirror, gripped your throat harshly.

“Maybe I should start with you, huh? Then you would finally shut the fuck up.”

Your mouth was wide open, desperate to breathe, as he choked you. His face was inches from yours, and the sight of you struggling against him just encouraged him further. He dug his fingers into your skin, tightening his grip on your throat.

You brought your hands to his arm to try and pry him off of you to no avail. You kicked his legs, tried everything you could, but his strength was too much. His anger was too much. No matter what you did, he wouldn’t let go of you.

Tears started to fall from your eyes and you were pleading for relief. You had never been scared of him like you were in that moment. You knew he was temperamental, you knew he had issues, but you never expected him to take it out on you like that. In that moment, what truly scared you was the possibility he would kill you right then and there.

You started seeing spots in your vision, and your strength was faltering. Your harsh punches were turning into soft shoves. You felt yourself slowly starting to pass out. At what felt like the very last moment, In-ho grimaced, and threw you to the ground. You gasped for air, coughing and holding your throat gently.

“Get the fuck out of my sight.”

He went back to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You stayed on the ground for a moment, trying to compose yourself. He really almost killed you then. You were beyond upset, you were disturbed. What kind of fucked up place had you found yourself in? You found yourself questioning every decision you made that led up to this moment, regretting the day you decided to work with In-ho.

But it didn’t matter. None of that meant anything when it was In-ho who took his problems out on you. You at least had some solace there, knowing it wasn’t your fault, but it made you even angrier. It wasn’t your fault his brother found his way here. It wasn’t your fault he had to kill his own brother.

But, somewhere deep inside your mind, you honestly felt bad for him. If you had done the same, you knew you’d go mad just like he did. Why did he just have to deal with things so poorly?

You groaned in frustration. “Fuck!”

You quickly stood up and went to your room, getting ready to sleep. Your mind was whirling with thoughts, and as time went on nothing was making sense to you. Hopefully, after a night’s sleep and once the games are over, you’ll have a moment to think clearly.

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The next evening, you were riding in the limo with In-ho, sitting next to him. The two of you had managed to set aside your emotions enough to not fight in front of anyone, but they were brewing inside you intensely. After you dropped off the winner, you made your way to the island, dreading the long drive back.

You took off your mask and threw it to the side, leaning forward to pour yourself more champagne. In-ho, his mask off, eyed you with disdain. You could tell from the corner of your eye. You rolled your eyes and drank the glass in one sitting. He had no right to act this way towards you. There was nothing wrong with questioning him.

He scoffed, drinking as well.

You eyed him. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. I can see it on your face.”

“So you can’t control yourself if someone merely looks at you?”

You looked at him, offended. “Don’t talk to me about control. I merely rolled my eyes and you’re upset.”

“I’m just sick of working with a brat like you.”

You laughed. “What exactly did I do that was so wrong? You would’ve questioned me just the same last night, if not worse.”

In-ho stayed silent, jaw clenched, looking away.

“I didn’t know it was your brother,” you said softly.

That really set him off. He drank the rest of the champagne in his glass and forcefully threw it forward, the glass shattering at the front of the limo. You turned to him, initially shocked but not surprised. Before you could react, he grabbed your throat again. Though he wasn’t as forceful as before, the bruises made it painful still.

“Don’t make me finish what I started last night.”

Anger was stewing inside of you, but you laughed. “We both know you won’t.”

He glared and gripped your throat harder, though still not like before. You swiftly slapped him square in the cheek, redness appearing almost instantly.

“Stop acting like you can control me,” you sneered.

He pushed you to the back of your seat, practically hovering over you at this point, his face dangerously close to yours. He raised his hand, as if he was going to slap you, but lowered it.

“What, too scared to hit me?” You knew you were provoking him, but it was too good to pass up.

He raised his hand again, but instead of hitting you, he covered your mouth.

“Just. shut. up. For once.”

You brought your arm to his, trying to force his hand off your mouth, but he just leaned into you harder. You glared at him since you were unable to speak. Both of you were staring into each other’s eyes so intensely, you felt like you could feel everything he felt in that moment. All of the anger, pain, frustration, and the tension between you two. It was all becoming so palpable.

You scanned his face, noticing all the little features you never noticed before. You felt that same unfamiliar feeling start to overwhelm you, just like when he pulled you close to him in front of the VIPs. It frustrated you to no end. You felt helpless.

After a few moments, In-ho slowly lowered his hand, his eyes fixating on your lips. You squirmed under his gaze, feeling frustrated and… desperate, but you weren’t sure for what.

Suddenly, In-ho leaned forward, and kissed you.

His kiss was just as strong as his hands, his lips crushing yours with intense force. For a moment, you were unable to think or move. Was he really doing this? Was this really happening?

The desperate feeling from before just blossomed into something much more, something like… desire.

Did you really want him? Like this?

He leaned back, lips separating from yours. You almost whined at the loss of contact. What the fuck was wrong with you? You looked at him, shock and confusion on your face.

In-ho smirked. “That seems to shut you up.”

That sent you over the edge. You grabbed his face and pushed him back in his seat, kissing him fiercely again. You wouldn’t let him take control that easily.

You sat on his lap and started grinding on him, making any attempt to take down his defenses. He groaned into your mouth as you kissed over and over, both of you trying to be more forceful than the other. You brought both your hands to his throat, digging your fingers into his skin as you continued to kiss him. You wanted him to feel exactly what he did to you. That feeling of power fed the fire of your desire even more.

He grabbed your sides and pushed you on your back onto the seat, hovering over you. The force of falling down caused you to yelp and remove your hands from him. In-ho took the opportunity and grabbed both of your arms, pinning them above your head.

You wanted to feel frustrated, but he started to kiss and bite your neck, and you couldn’t help yourself from moaning. Fuck. You felt embarrassed but just couldn’t be bothered to care too much. You struggled under his hold, and he chuckled into your neck.

“Who knew you’d be so desperate for me?”

You blushed, flustered knowing he was relishing in having this power over you. He let your hands go to unzip your coat, immediately grasping one of your breasts, returning his mouth to your neck. You moaned before pushing him off of you, onto the floor next to you. You turned over and straddled him again, smirking.

“Don’t act like you weren’t the one to kiss me first.”

You shrugged off your coat before unzipping his. In-ho leaned forward to take it off and pull you in for another rough kiss. You grinded down on him again, feeling his erection under his pants, moaning into his mouth. You pulled his shirt off and his hands went to your sides to pull yours off.

At this point, you didn’t care how you got it, you just needed him. You needed to take everything from him just like he wanted with you. You could feel yourself getting wetter as you continued grinding on him. His hands went to your hips to push you down harder, guiding your movements. He just had to have control, didn’t he?

You grasped his jaw, pushing him away from you harshly.

“Fuck me. Now.”

He huffed and lifted you back on the seat, unzipping his pants. You unzipped yours and pulled them off along with your underwear, taking your bra off and leaving yourself bare in front of him. Suddenly, you felt vulnerable in front of him, which annoyed you.

As he took off his pants, you watched his cock spring out, your desperation growing even more. You shoved him back onto the seat, going to straddle him before he shoved you back.

“I don’t think so.”

He turned you around, your knees resting on the edge of the seat as he lined his hips with yours behind you. He held your neck from behind, hovering over you and shoving your face onto the top of the seat cushions. He lined his cock with your entrance, immediately feeling how wet you were. You groaned, wiggling your hips, desperate for any sort of control you could get.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, did I do this to you?”

You groaned out of frustration, knowing he was just trying to get a reaction out of you.

“Just hurry up.”

He leaned forward, slowly pushing his cock into you. You let out a long moan together as he completely filled you, staying still for a brief moment before he started pounding into you relentlessly.

The sudden pleasure made your mind go blank. All you could focus on was the feeling of him fucking you and how fucking good it felt. You moaned nonstop now, not even caring what you sounded like. You didn’t care if it meant he thought he had complete control over you now. All that mattered was you were getting what you wanted and he was giving it to you.

You could tell In-ho was losing himself as well, groaning and grunting as he thrust into you roughly. He grabbed your ass with one hand and smacked it, causing you to yelp. The sudden sting just added to your pleasure. You clenched around his cock and he leaned forward, groaning into your neck.

The more he fucked you, the more you could feel all of your defenses coming down. You couldn’t even remember why you were so upset with him before. All of the anger you’d felt had completely dissipated into desire. As you thought about it more, you realized… maybe you never hated him to begin with.

Yes, he was annoying, and stubborn, and irritating, but he was also the one person who could understand you the best. The one person you knew who had been through the same thing as you. You fought every day, but at least that meant you cared. It meant you longed for something better. If you didn’t care at all, he wouldn’t get under your skin so easily.

You did care. A lot. And you longed for so much more… you longed for him.

In-ho could sense the shift in your demeanor and slowed down, gently holding on to your shoulders. You turned around and looked him in the eyes, your features soft now instead of the fierce looks you’d given before. You were almost… pleading for him. He could tell you weren’t angry anymore. In an instant, you felt the most vulnerable you ever had.

His face softened, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking at that moment. He reached forward to gently cup your face, rubbing his thumb on your cheek. You looked at his lips briefly, silently begging for them.

He stilled inside of you and leaned forward to kiss you gently. You moaned softly and brought a hand to his face. You knew at that moment you wanted him, just him. No ulterior motives, no fights for dominance, no revenge to be had anymore. You broke from the kiss, feeling overwhelmed at your shift in energy. He looked at you concerned, holding you as if you’d break in his hands. He was being so gentle, so caring, it made your heart swell, and you started to cry.

He immediately grabbed your shoulders and brought you close to him, sitting down in the seat and bringing you to his lap. You faced him and sank down on his cock, moaning and continuing to cry. It was all so overwhelming, the rush of emotion with the pleasure you were feeling. In-ho held your face, wiping your tears as they fell.

“What’s wrong?” He looked at you with such concern it made you cry even more. You couldn’t even get any words out, you just continued to ride him and pulled him close, resting your head near his neck.

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on yours, confused but overwhelmed just as much as you were. The moment you laid bare before him, he felt a shift in his emotions as well. Maybe all the conflict the two of you had was meant to lead to this moment, maybe all the frustration he felt about you was really a deep longing.

After losing his brother, he was sure he had no one left. When he saw your face drop when he told you he killed him, he’d never admit it but it broke his heart even more. Not because you were afraid of him, not because you despised him. But because he could tell you cared. It was so much easier to push you away, to get upset at you, rather than face his feelings and be vulnerable. He’d already lost so much.

He brought your face to his and kissed you deeply. You kept crying and it destroyed him inside. “I’m sorry,” his voice breaking, “I’m sorry.”

You paused, taken aback. “No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay. Stop crying, darling. It’s okay.”

That made you cry even more. Fuck, you were so far gone now. You couldn’t imagine how you spent all this time together without realizing how much you actually cared for him.

He rested your forehead on his. “Just focus on me. You’re okay. You’re doing so well.”

Your heart fluttered wildly at his words, and you couldn’t believe that just a while ago you were at each other’s throats. His hands rested on your hips as you rode him, your emotions starting to calm down. You felt pleasure rise again in your core.

In-ho kissed your neck. “Yes, that’s it. Just like that. So fucking good.”

You whined against him, his praises encouraging you further. You started riding him faster and he groaned beneath you. He shifted his hips and began to thrust upwards into you.

You moaned and met his thrusts, the force of his pounding setting your body on fire. You kissed him roughly.

“You feel so good inside me.”

He kissed you again, encouraged by your words as well, thrusting into you harder. You wanted to show him how good you felt. You wanted to express your desire for him physically just like you had done so to express your anger and frustration earlier.

You felt tension starting to form in your core, begging for release. “You’re gonna make me cum fucking me like this,” you whispered into his ear.

You clenched on his cock and he groaned loudly beneath you. He grabbed your hair and pulled you in for a kiss roughly before turning you over on your back, your hips on the edge of the seat. He thrust into you again and looked at your body up and down.

“You’re gonna make me cum looking like this.”

You mewled beneath him and pulled him close, wanting as much of him as you could get. He kissed your neck where he had left marks before. The new angle of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure over your body, and you knew you were close.

“In-ho.” You pulled his face in front of yours. “I need you.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he moaned, almost whimpering. It almost looked like he was about to cry, and your heart broke for him… is this how he felt for you when you cried?

You held his face gently. “I need you. I need you so fucking much. I’ve always needed you.”

He cried out, and you could tell he was close too. He rested his head on your shoulder, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“No. I need you.”

The intensity of his words almost sent you over the edge. You held him close, grabbing his shoulders desperately.

“In-ho, please… please cum inside me.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, and came intensely as he fucked you. You cried out, holding on to him as you let the pleasure fully take over, your body shuddering beneath him. In-ho groaned loudly and came, releasing loads of his cum inside of you. The feeling of being filled by him just added to your pleasure. He slowly thrust into you, both of you riding out your high as long as possible.

He pulled out of you and he looked down, noticing his cum leak out of you. You whined at the empty feeling. As you calmed down, you worried what this might mean for you. What if In-ho was just caught up in the moment? Did he really want you like this?

He sat down next to you, catching his breath. For a moment, you felt awkward. You were just sitting there, naked and silent. Before you could think further, he pulled you close to him again, sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and guided your head to his shoulders.

After a few moments, he whispered, “Are you okay?”

You sighed, relieved, and nodded into his neck. The fact he was considering you in this moment reassured you he still wanted you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Stop saying that. You have nothing to be sorry about.”

You sighed, pouting.

He softly chuckled. “Who knew you could be so nice?”

You scoffed playfully. “I could say the same for you.”

You looked up and noticed him smiling, realizing you’d never seen him smile before. Your heart swelled at the sight. How could the two of you have gone this long without realizing how much you actually cared for each other?

What about all the horrible things you did to each other?

As if he was reading your mind, he held you tighter, and whispered, “I’m sorry for everything.”

You sighed. “Me too.”

“Do you need anything?” he asked, as he gently rubbed your hair. He loved taking in all the little things about you, all the things he missed out on all this time.

“No. Just you.”

“Good. You have me.”

#front man x reader #hwang inho x reader #front man #hwang inho #reader insert #squid game fanfic #squid game #fanfiction #frontman x reader #our blues #oneshot #request

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dijiimg · 4 months

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Hello guys, so I have an account on tiktok with imagines, the name is: diji._

I decided that I would accept your requests here and create longer stories. I can write for y/n and h/n, but I can also accept requests from these series and movies (of course, if you have a request for another series, etc., I will try to watch it and create something great especially for you!)

SERIES THAT I WILL WRITE ABOUT:

Stranger things

Sweet home

Alice in borderland

All of us are dead

Anne with an E

Outer banks

Squid game

Julie and the phantoms

The society

My holo love

Once upon a small town

The soundtrack od magic

My first first love

My name

Cobra kai

The umbrella academy

Saga winx

Never have I ever

Vicenzo

Insatiable

Glimore girls

American horror story

Austin and ally

MOVIES THAT I WILL WRITE ABOUT:

Marvel (each part)

Scream 1/6

#alive

Unlocked

Twilight

The kissing booth

Mamma mia!

He's all that

Let it snow

To all the boys i've loved before

Thought my window

20th century girl

Chucky

The fear street

Haloween

Miss peregrine's home for peculiar children

High school musical

Descendants

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

The maze runner

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the photos in this post are from pinterest <3

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g-xix · 2 months

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🔞AMP EATING OUT HC'S

What the AMP boys are like giving head Feat: Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent00, JiDion, Fanum

Duke Dennis -This mf is so fuckin hot it's crazyy -Presses a myriad of kisses all over your inner thigh, even leaves a hickey there just so that only he can see it, cuz he's a possessive mf -Even starts with pressing a kiss on your core, wetting his lips which he j licks off before getting in there -And he's like, 6'2 so i know DAMN WELL he's got some sexy long fingers that he's gonna be scissoring in your pussy whilst he wraps his lips 'round your clit n sucks on that -Double stimulation of your g-spot and clit has you cumming haaard -And I j get the feeling that Duke's the type that's gonna ask whether you wanna do another round after that- maybe with his cock in your hole instead, this time

Kai Cenat -I just don't think he's much of a giver 💀 -I feel like he'd rather use fingers than go down on a girlie and eat it up -Atl he's... tried before? -Sorry but I just can't imagine he'd be good at it 😭 Like he'd be narrating to himself what he's doing just to like... Affirm to himself that he's doing it right -But this is the type of guy to get the left flap confused with the clitoris -Wondering why you're not moaning or really saying nothing... Eventually just had to say "You know what, maybe this isn't for you" -sorry to the Kai girlies but I just don't think Kai's got the good head game in him 😞

Fanum -This mf loves eating, and eating you out is no exception ong fr 🙏 -I feel like he'd be so easily turned on an picks up on signals sooo easy, so best believe that after a whole night out of teasing he wouldn't be playing around -Soon as you two get a moment alone he's not even wasting a second of time to take of your clothes or nun -Pulls up your skirt, pushes your panties to the side - the one time you wore a pair of tights he ripped through them like nothing, making you gasp and hiss his name - he just hushed you with promises of ill buy you a new pair don't you worry sweetheart- -And he's a messy mf when he's going down -Lapping that shit up like a DAWG, has you cursing n squeezing his head HARD between your thighs -Honestly it's crazy how good this guy is at giving head and he's a cocky bastard because he knows it too

JiDion -I think his song Thick Chicks affirms what typ'a girl he's into -And facesitting, he's a big fan of that -He likes a girlie sitting on his face, grinding down and riding his tongue -Clamps his arms around your thighs to your your pussy flush against his mouth

Agent -Sooo this guy could not SHUT UP about eating ass, and squid pussy during that AMP x Beta Squad vid -And I think his enthusiasm has me convinced that he is genuinely into all that... not eating squid pussy, eating ass i mean -Has you on all fours, hand pressing your upper back down so that your face and tiddies are pressed into the bed, ass arched on up -He's got one hand 'round your thigh, rubbing up n down, occasionally his thumb curling over and pressing to your clit, drawing circles on your clit and making you arch back into his touch -and he's going between licking your pussy and eating you out there, and spreading your cheeks n eating ass -I feel like he'd have experience too, yk, like he'd be good as hell with his tongue

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look ik i didn't do all of AMP but ngl, im a big british youtube girlie and i don't rly know (at all) what Chris n Davis r like 😭 That being said, do lmk if the AMP girlies out there enjoyed bc this is my first ever AMP-based fic... lmk whether u wanna see more!

Hope you enjoyed reading!! Feel free to interact- whether that be a comment, vote or follow! Requests open, feel free to submit what u wanna see... Much love!!

To see more, here's my MASTERLIST

And here's my WATTPAD, with 50+ more oneshots to read

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splatsvilles-fashionista · 1 year

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Splatoon 3 Season 3 officially revealed

It's no trailer, but nevertheless, Fresh Season 2023 has been officially announced, bringing with it a ton of exciting things, most prominently the return of the Kraken Special from the first game!

It has seen substantial changes, with a slight delay to the transformation and its regular jump attack now being a 2-shot. Instead, however, it can now oneshot by charging up a large burst of speed, which seems to make it immune to knockback, too.

Featured alongside the Kraken are two new weapons that have it in their arsenal, the Krak-On Roller, which also has Squid Beakon, and the .96 Gal Deco, which also Splash Wall.

Going back to the announcement image for a second, there's some other details that are worth bringing up. Manta Maria from Splatoon 2 is back, and they are finally releasing the egypt-inspired stage we saw all the way back in the Direct. The presence of a jukebox is also very interesting, as this is something that the dataminers found a long time ago, and it looks like it's finally being brought into the game, presumably to let you listen to your favourite tunes in the lobby.

The thing I am the most curious about, however, are these little things. They are not mentioned in the original post, at least as far as I can tell, but they are featured very prominently, making me think they might be a new Sub Weapon. Since we're given no details, we can only speculate.

#splatoon 3 #splatoon 3 fresh season 2023

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xuzuitengenx · 11 months

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Genya Shinazugawa x Male Reader Oneshot (Wattpad)

Title: "Gganbu"

Genre—Angst

AU—Squid Games (Yk what to expect from this OS)

A/N : Sorry for any misspelled words or bad grammar!!

It was the marble game. Gunshots and screams quickly fill the air.

"Player 130, Eliminated"

Y/N and Genya were partners and found out how they should play the game.

"You should go first. Since your number is lower." Y/N said, looking at the wall in front of them to play.

Genya nodded, grabbing a marble before slightly crouching down to toss the marble which rolled and stopped close to the brick wall.

He slowly stood straight, looking back at Y/N. "Your turn." He says, stepping back.

Y/N slightly smiled at him, before taking a marble too and stood in the area Genya previously stood in.

Y/N looked at the wall for a bit as he held the marble in his hand, twirling it around. He then looked at the marble in his hand before just dropping it in front of him.

He moved out of the area and looked at Genya. Genya's eyes widened, taken back at what Y/N did.

"..Y/N. What are you doing?!" He asked, pushing the taller man roughly to a wall. They both made eye contact.

"I lost, you won."

"Stop.. Why the hell would you try to do that?!" Genya yelled, gripping onto Y/N's clothing. "Ah, butter fingers. It happens." Y/N says, not fighting back.

"What you said.. Making sure I won. Is that what this is?" Genya questioned, not breaking eye contact with the (E/C) eyes. "Do you think that I'll be grateful that you did this?!"

Y/N only weakly laughed.

"Throw again." Genya commanded.

"And I still wouldn't be able to win. At least, let me lose this thing in stylee~" Y/N says as he scoffed.

"Y/N, STOP SPITTING BULLSHIT! STOP TRYING TO ACT COOL AND DO A REAL THROW!" Genya yelled as tears filled his eyes.

Y/N looked at the almost broken state of Genya before speaking.

"I have nothing... and you got a reason to get out of this place.. I surely don't."

Genya had a tear fell out of his eye as his breathing was shaky.

"I thought about what I'd do..If I was the one who got out since you asked me about it earlier. As hard as I thought about it. I really got nothing.."

Y/N now also had tears in his eyes, only slightly smiling to lighten the mood which was not working.

"The one who should have a reason to get back out there..that's what's right."

Genya had tears rolling down his face within this point. His head slightly shaking in disagreement.

"You can do this.. Just don't die in here, alright? Go make your nemi proud." Y/N says, wiping away Genya's tears. Genya slightly leaned into his lover's touch.

Soon one of the red soldiers came and stood there. Making their presence known, Y/N began to remove his hands away from Genya's face which Genya stopped by putting his hands on top of Y/N's.

Y/N planted a kiss onto Genya's head before moving away from Genya, feeling himself going into tears.

Genya finally walked away from Y/N, unwillingly and walking behind the red soldier.

"Genya!"

Y/N yelled making both the red soldier and Genya stop but not turning back to him.

Y/N swallowed down his sob before putting on a smile.

"Thank you.. for playing with me!" Y/N says loud enough for Genya to hear.

The sound of the gun cock was heard and then the gun shooting.

Soon a thud was heard after. Genya flinched at the loud bang. Biting his quivering lip, he continued walking with the red soldier.

"Player 034, Eliminated"

#dom male reader #male reader #mature #seme male reader #top male reader #x male reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x male reader #kimetsu no yaiba x male reader #kny x male reader #genya shinazugawa #kimetsu genya #genya x male reader #kimetsu no yaiba

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simp999 · 1 year

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☆Simp's Masterlist☆

I specialize in fluff, hurt/comfort and (strangers to) friends to lovers! Basically my fics are 90% fluff and relationship building, and just a tad bit of angst for the feels~

Code:

⛓Angst

🌸Fluff

🌹Romantic

🍡Platonic

(🌹/🍡 can be seen as either)

Note: some stories have all of the above, so the order of the emoji is the same as the order in the story. For example: 🌸🍡🌹⛓ starts fluffy and platonic, ends with romantic feelings and angst.

Most of my fics are gender-neutral, They/Them pronouns used! I'm much more comfortable writing gender-neutral and male readers for personal reasons ww

Love ya'll <3

Splatoon manga:

A New Home (series) 🍡🌸(so far)

(Various Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader)

What happens when you get sent to Inkopolis, and begin to meet your favorite manga characters? Will you change the story? Will they love you? Hate you?

(Bloopers/Notes. Updated every chapter.)

Ch. 1: Where am I? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 2: New people? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 3: We are the Army. Wc: 1k

Ch. 4: If memory serves wrong... Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 5: Decisions, decisions Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 6: Hooooww Anooooying. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 7: SUB WEAPON HELL! Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 8: Newfound Family. Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 9: Shopping Spree! Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 10: Skull's Territory. Wc: 1k

Ch. 11: A Misunderstanding? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 12: Getting Too Comfortable. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 13: Player Two? Wc: 1.7k

Ch. 14: ...You Didn't See That. Wc: 1.8k

Ch. 15: Sweetheart. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 16: An Unexpected Meetup. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 17: Not Much of a Choice, Huh? Wc: 1.8k

Ch. 18: Challengers Approach! Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 19: Freshest Squid on the Block! Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 20: The Absolute King. Wc: 1.6k

Ch. 21: A Crushing Defeat. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 22: It Only Gets Tougher, I Promise. Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 23: New and Improved Team. Wc: 1.9k

Ch. 24: The Calm Before The Storm. Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 25: You're like me! ...not. Wc: 2.05k

Ch. 26: Another Step to De-throne the King. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 27: Shoot For The Stars. Wc: 1k

Ch.28: Tranquility Before Chaos. Wc: 1k

Ch.29: What we Have. Wc: 1k

Ch.30: Pre-Battle Preperation Wc: 1.3k

Ch.31: Game On! Wc: 1.6

Ch.32: Someone to Remember. Wc: 1.1k

Ch.33: Someone to Miss. Wc: 1k

Ch.34: Someone to Hate. Wc: 1k

Team Fortress 2:

All Mercs:

The Moment the Mercs Realise they enjoy Being Around Reader 🌸🍡/🌹(bit of angst for one part.)

Wc: 2.3k

Merc's reaction to their S/O picking up on their words/phrases/slang that they use 🌸🌹

Wc: 2.4k

Mercs with a Badass Fem Pilot! Reader🌸🍡+🌹

Wc: 0.7k

Sniper:

I Appreciate You. - Oneshot ⛓🌸🍡/🌹

Includes reader comforting (hints of being autistic) Sniper who feels bad for being distant, and stargazing.

Wc: 1.7k

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Pyro:

Knowing sign language (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹

Imagine Pyro's excitement when they meet someone that can finally understand them. Fluff ensues.

Wc: 0.3k

Heavy:

Heavy reads to you when you have trouble sleeping (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹

A sleepless night turn into soft snores after heavy reads to you in his mother tongue.

Wc: 470

Heavy With Reader Who Struggles With Managing Their Anger 🌸🍡/🌹 (Headcannons+Mini drabble)

Wc: 0.7k

Demoman:

Demo x Male! Reader Headcannons+Mini Drabble 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.8k

Engineer:

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Soldier:

BLU! Soldier: You have me. - Oneshot (hurt/comfort) ⛓🌸🌹

Wc: 1.8k

Medic:

The Red Means I Love You - Comfort/Fluff Oneshot 🌸🍡/🌹

Wc: 1.7k

Medic x Overworked! Reader - comfort/fluff oneshot 🌸🌹

Wc: 850

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Baby Birds~ Drabble 🌹🌸

Wc: 0.4k

I Like The Sound Of Your Voice - Drabble🌹🌸

Wc: 230

Scars - They're Not What You Think.🌹🌸

Wc: 240

Medic x reader who understands his birds🌸🌹

Wc: 320

Lutz Kruspe (Goth medic OC):

Dating headcannons 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.5k

Lutz x Punk! Reader🌸🌹

Wc: 0.4k

Proto:

Little Fri-iend!! 🌸🍡

Proto x little! NV! Reader drabble

Wc: 0.7k

Medibot/Otto:

Misunderstandings 🌸🍡

...Yeah, humans usually have their heartbeat quicken. It's normal.

Wc: 370

Medibot Oneshot - Overstimulated ⛓🌸🍡

He knows what it's like, he really does. He'll do everything he can to help, and maybe reveal some hidden feelings while he's at it.

Wc: 2k

Dexx:

Philia; Platonic Love - Dexx/Sniper 🌸🍡

Is platonic love such a hard thing to understand?

Wc: 2.5k

Sonic:

Knuckles the Echidna:

Lazy Day. 🌸🌹/🍡

Imagine being the first person to help knuckles finally truly relax.

Wc: 1.1k

Pokémon:

Giacomo:

I'm So Proud Of You☆ ⛓🌸🍡🌹

I'm So Proud Of You☆ pt. 2 ⛓🌸🌹

You were the one good thing in his life and he wants to make the best of it.

Total Wc: 9.1k

Arven:

All Good Things Come To An End. 🍡⛓🌹🌸

Sorry Arven, we'll have to hang out some other time.

Wc: 2.6k

Beyblade Burst:

Ken Midori:

Short Lived.🌸🍡🌹⛓

Just enough time for feelings to develop, but not enough to act on them.

Wc: 5.4k

Tokyo Revengers:

Various:

A New View On Life 🍡🌸

Oh how you lived for this thrill. Nothing could compare to the serotonin you get with these stupid boys.

Wc: 2.5k

Takashi Mitsuya:

Small Scares~ 🌸🌸🌸🌹

Halloween Special! Who would've thought that your strong gang-member boyfriend was afraid of horror movies? Time to comfort our favorite malewife!~

Wc: 1.2k

Shuji Hanma:

The Angel And The Reaper ⛓⛓⛓🌹

Halloween Special! Angst to the brim. What the hell is this feeling? Is it love? Disgusting. We love an unhinged reader.

Wc: 1.7k

Matsuno Chifuyu:

Familiar? 🍡⛓🌸

Baji? No, you're not him. But Chifuyu can't ignore the sense of comfort you give him.

Wc: 2.2k

TMNT:

2013 TMNT x Rise! Reader

Do I Know You? 🌸🍡

Do I Know You? Pt. 2 ⛓🌸🍡🌹

Damn it, Rise Donnie! Why'd you send me to 2013? Oh well, better make the best of it! (2013 Donnie x reader mostly, platonic for everybody else.)

Total Wc: 5.8k

Request info:

Hi!! I'd like to start taking requests! I'm currently interested in taking requests for

Team Fortress 2!!

I'm best with little scenarios or prompts! For example, how would (merc) react to (...)?

☆You can ask for any mercs(and/or MediBot/proto)+ 3 of them!

☆If you ask for multiple mercs, expect maybe 150-200 words per merc(?)

☆I'll do it in whatever form works best unless requested otherwise; bullet points/headcannons, oneshot or drabbles!

☆Please keep it PG! If it's something I feel uncomfortable writing, I'll be sure to mention it and you can go ahead and request something else :D !!

I also would like to write for @physically-robotic-medic 's MediBot/Otto!! Along with @lillypuppetchild 's Proto/ @physically-bloody-medibot ! I doubt they'll get any requests, but they're my current comfort characters- but I've got no ideas!

I should also note that I suck at writing Spy bc I don't really care for him all that much, whoop

Also I'm Aro/Ace so I'm better with platonic stuff but romantic is cool too!!

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x-fantasy-is-my-reality-x · 6 months

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Full Masterlist

Updated: 4/10/23

💥 Attack on Titan:

Attack on Pranks

→Attack on Pranks: Chapter 1 (The First Task)

→Attack on Pranks: Chapter 2 (Keep Running)

→Attack on Pranks: Chapter 3 (How it All Started)

→Attack on Pranks: Chapter 4 (Showdown)

Attack on Titan Short Story Collection

→Attack on Titan Short Story Collection: Fireworks

→Attack on Titan Short Story Collection: Towels

💥 Kengan Ashura:

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian

→Chapter 1: Shut up, Raian

→Chapter 2: Off His Ass

→Chapter 3: Naughty

→Chapter 4: FishFace

💥 Dragon Ball:

A Serendipitous Future

Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit

→Chapter 1: The Flames of Destruction

→Chapter 2: The Game Begins

→Chapter 3: Blink of an Eye

→Chapter 4: Cat out of the Bag

→Chapter 5: The Room

→Chapter 6: Chained Freedom

→Chapter 7: The Calvary Arrives

→Chapter 8: The Curse of Immortality

→Chapter 9: Hate Me Not

→Chapter 10: Victory

→Chapter 11: Zamasu’s Revenge

→Chapter 12: Hidden Treasures

→Chapter 13: The Wolf

→Chapter 14: Infiltrator

→Chapter 15: An Unlikely Allegiance

→Chapter 16: The Forest

→Chapter 17: Red Lights

→Chapter 18: Reunion

→Chapter 19: Even Nightmares Dream

→Chapter 20: The Pact

→Chapter 21: The Ritual [SMUT]

→Chapter 22: Back Again

💥 Baki:

Not Really Katsumi

💥 One Punch Man:

Mayhem

💥 Friday the 13th/Halloween:

Friday the 13th Oneshots: Michael x Jason

→Chapter 1: Handful

→Chapter 2: Halloween Headache

→Chapter 3: You Make Me Go Crazy (SMUT)

💥Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

The Elf and the Elk

Red of Rivendell

Mischief

→Mischief: Chapter 1

→Mischief: Chapter 2

→Mischief: Chapter 3

→Mischief: Chapter 4

→Mischief: Chapter 5

→Mischief: Chapter 6

→Mischief: Chapter 7

💥Tangled (2010):

Dirty: Stabbington Brothers/Reader [SMUT]

Works In Progress

If there's anything in particular that you want to see posted, just comment on this post or shoot me a DM, and I'll try to get that one out a bit faster! If you have any questions also feel free to let me know. Some of these were written a while ago and forgotten about but I hate leaving things unfinished.

💥 House of Wax/Halloween:

You Look Like Me (And I Don't Like It): Bo Sinclair x Michael Myers

💥 Friday the 13th/Halloween:

Sharp Love: Jason Voorhees x Michael Myers

Friday the 13th Oneshots: Michael x Jason-Chapter 3

💥 The Collector (Asa Emory):

On Your Own: Professor!Asa Emory x Reader

Never Kiss a Stranger At the Bar: Professor!Asa Emory x Reader

Wrong File: Professor!Asa Emory x Reader

The TA: Professor!Asa Emory x Reader

💥 Hannibal (NBC):

Symphony of Murder: Asa Emory & Hannibal Lecter

💥 Slasher Harem:

House of Horror: Brahms/Asa/Michael/Jason/Harry/Pyramid Head/Bo/Thomas/Ghostface/Jason x Reader

💥 Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

Gold and Brown: Lindir x Legolas

Elven Encounters

Taste of Revenge

The Three Hunters: How it Should Have Been

💥 Mo Dao Zu Shi:

No Choice But the Wrong One: Xue Yang x Reader

💥 Banana Fish:

Cold Blue: Frederick Arthur x Reader

💥 Baki:

To Love a Monster: Yujiro x Reader

Triple Doom: Implied Mouth Triplets x Jun Guevaru

💥 Attack on Titan:

Attack on Titan Short Story Collection-Body Swap

💥 Kengan Ashura:

The Shadow That Never Sleeps

Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian-Chapter 5

Kengan Ashura Oneshots-That's Not a Swimsuit: Ohma Tokita x Reader

Strong, Stronger, and the Strongest: Ohma Tokita x Lihito x Kure Raian

💥 Dragon Ball:

Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit-Chapter 23

The Devil's Promise: Goku Black x Reader

💥 Record of Ragnarok:

Cherrypop: Buddha x Reader

💥 Toriko:

55 Days to Tame the Beast: Zebra x Reader

💥 Sherlock Holmes (BBC):

The Untold Tales of a Second

💥 Squid Game:

All I See is Pink: Pink Soldiers x Reader

💥 Harry Potter:

Pranking Severus Snape

Mercy for the Brave: Severus Snape x Reader

💥 Marvel-Loki:

Not So Cold: Loki Odinson x Reader

💥 How To Train Your Dragon 3:

DragonSlayer: Grimmel x Reader

Betrothed to a Killer: Grimmel x Reader

#masterlist #multifandom

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squidgames1mp · 2 years

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FIRST MAKING UP saebyeok x female reader

this is the eleventh and final part of the first series!! cannot believe it, and before i allow you guys to read it i am gonna do a lil speech that portrays how grateful i am for yall reading my masterpiece.

*clears throat*

be gay.

now read on and cry.

You stared at the door. No words could describe what you were feeling. Relief? Exhausted? Perhaps grateful that you had someone in your life that was willing to protect you from your greatest fear. You watched Sae-byeok stare back at you, "Are you okay?" she questioned.

"I am," you whispered, "Thank you for doing what I have not had the courage to do."

Sae-byeok wrapped her arms around you, "You do not need to thank me for something like that. I will always be here to make sure that you are safe," she kissed your forehead, "I am sorry about what happened, it was unfair and I should have been honest instead of running away like a coward."

You got out of her arms to cup her face, astonishment on your face, "No, no you are not. Many words can describe you and you are far away from a coward," you kissed her cheek, "I do not want to be a part from you again," a kiss on her chin, "I love you," you declared before Sae-byeok leaned down to kiss you breathless.

lol that was short. not sorry

#player 067 x reader #squid game #kang sae byeok #player 067 imagine #sae byeok imagine #squid game imagine #squid game oneshot #sae byeok oneshot #squid game 067

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winter-dayz · 7 months

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Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist: @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff

#angst #bangtan sonyeondan #blackpink #fictober #fluff #got7 #horror #itzy #monsta x #oneshot #reader #smut #stray kids #tomorrow x together #wonho

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spaceshipsoutthepool · 3 months

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Octopus up

Somethings bugging Marina.

Ao3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/53580643

Oneshot. Inspired by ‘The Mouse’ by AquaMarina (LittlePandemonium ). Full story under the cut.

Tap tap tap.

"Hmm? Oh, hey Marina.” Troy said. Stingray’s tailless mermaid was hovering in the doorway to the standby lounge. “How’d the meeting go?"

Crab. UP. Surface immediately.

"…pardon?"

Crab, Marina 'said' again. Then, something Troy wasn’t sure quite what sign she was making. Surface immediately. UP. Look.

The unknown sign again.

UP. Crab. up. Crab up. Not crab crab.

The unknown sign again.

Up.

Captain or not, Troy was still confused. They'd taught Marina some of the WASP international diving symbols, to try and better understand her. It hadn't worked on land so far. Or so Troy had thought.

UP UP UP, Marina signed, more urgently. Look.

He looked up. But he couldn’t see anything.

"What goes on, Marina?" Troy said. Then turned to the lieutenants for an answer. By now Atlanta, also on break, had also looked up from her magazine. And with a nudge, Phone's lifted his cap from over his eyes where he'd been dozing. Marina repeated what she’d said. But the NCOs both were as baffled as Troy.

“I thought Marina was supposed to be in a meeting with the commander? And the barrier reef preservation guy?” Phones said.

"I guess it’s finished early. But what did she say?" Troy asked. "That was 'crab', right? Any idea what she means?"

Atlanta and Phone exchanged just as confused looks.

“Crab. And squid?” Atlanta suggested. “I think it was squid.”

Marina hesitated. Made a so-so gesture. Then repeated, Squid. Squid UP. Crab. up. Crab up. Squid. UP. Look. Surface.

"Yeah, that’s squid, just the wrong hand. Squid, up?" Phones agreed. Marina nodded.

Atlanta asked, "Marina honey, what do you mean?"

Marina frowned. Thought about it. Then tried again, chucking in some charades and mines in.

"Looks like crab. Up?" Phones said. "You don’t mean Up like ‘foods up’? Crabsticks?”

Marina shook her head.

“Why would it be that?” Troy laughed.

“I thought Marina might have just seen what’s on the diner menu for today is all.” Phones defended. “You got any idea's skipper?"

Troy had to admit he didn’t.

UP. Look. Marina pointed again. When they looked there still wasn’t anything there. The guessing game continued.

“Err. Okay there’s an old movie called Up. Is that what you’re talking about? No, no not that.”

"Up. On the roof?”

"Or the sky? Something up in the sky?"

“Maybe it’s a cloud? Or a weird helicopter?”

Marina shook her head. Paused. This time when she said Up again, she raised her other hand. She looked at them. Looked at her hand. And put her hand flat above her head.

“Roof?”

“You said that ready. Upstairs?”

"Ceiling? Ceiling!”

“There’s a squid crab, on the ceiling?” Troy guessed.

Marina nodded relieved. Then frowned when Troy continued, "Marina, we don’t get squids on the ceiling. Or Crabs."

"We don’t. But they might." Phones quipped. "We don’t know what underwater pest control have to deal with!"

Atlanta swatted at him with her magazine on the foot for that. (He shouldn’t have been propped up on the coffee table anyway.)

“Ow!”

Ceiling. Squid. Up. Marina insisted. Look!

“We’re not under the sea. There’s nothing there Marina. And we don’t need to worry about getting crabs. On the ceiling I mean.” Troy dismissed. Followed by a, "Hey!"

Marina had given up pointing and miming. And started pulling at Troy by the elbow, beckoning. They knew from experience she would give up that routine until followed.

"Okay, Okay I'm coming." Troy sighed, putting down his own magazine and grabbing his cap. Marina let go to allow him to get up then seized him again by his sleeve cuff. "This better be something urgent though, Marina.”

The other two followed curiosity.

"So much for some quiet down time before the next patrols!" Phones chucked.

"Well, it has to be something.” Atlanta puzzled. “It’s not like Marina to make up stories, is it?"

“No, you’re right there, Atlanta.” Troy agreed.

“I believe her.” Phones nodded. “If Marina saw a squid or a crab, well then I guess we've a squid or crab in the building."

Up. Marina nodded. Squid Crab.

"Okay, I guess it may be worth investigating.” Troy said to the lieutenants. And to Marina still pulling him along at the wrist. “But I still don’t get what you mean by that. Slow down, you’re going to trip.”

“Or rip your shirt.” Atlanta sniffed.

But Marina hurried on. They were getting quite a few curious glances passing a few more offices and the other standby lounges.

“Anyone else feel kinda silly?” Troy grumbled as she took them down the stairs and through another corridor followed by more funny looks.

“I think we look like we’re going on a bear hunt.” Phones agreed. “Or a scooby doo bit.”

“At least it’s not a spooky ghost hunt then.” Atlanta replied.

“Maybe someone’s got a toy mascot on their desk or door. Is that it?” Troy guessed aloud. Marina shook her head.

“A poster?” “One of the info videos?” “Why would she be this worked up about those?”

“Where in the heck are you three trapsing off too?” someone else asked.

The gang paused. The guff tuff Commander Sam Shore had come out of a conference room they’d just passed. And was scowling up at them.

“To find a squid crab apparently, Sir.” Troy told him nonchalantly.

“Yeah. On the ceiling!” Phones added.

“What?” Sam said.

Then leaning back in his chair, the Commander saw Marina was with them.

"Oh that! Marina, I told you not to worry about it.” the Commander dismissed. “Let housekeeping or a cleaner deal with it.”

Marina huffed. And even went so far as to scuff a webbed foot against the carpet, like someone might stomp their feet.

Not. No worries. Still there. Squid. Up. Look.

Troy Phones and Atlanta looked from one to another, and between Marina and the Commander, even more baffled.

“Why? Father, what is it?” Atlanta asked.

The commander only chuckled and turned back to his report.

“Go see what she’s found.” He said and waved them off. They didn’t get a chance to ask any further questions. Fisher came along to give the commander an urgent message. They went one way off together and Marina led them off the other other way, down another corridor.

“Alright so Marina was down here earlier in that conference room?” Troy said.

“I guess she and father would have come this way earlier rather than the stairs.” Atlanta agreed.

“Hence the roundabout route.”

“And then she saw a ‘crab’ or something.” Phones said. “And the commander saw it too?” Troy nodded, turning back to him.

“But the commander didn’t think much of it diDOFTH-!”

Marina suddenly skidded to a halt. She’d stopped in the hallway, between an auto-serve, the elevators, a row of plastic chairs and a water cooler. Very suddenly stopped. Causing the other three to also stop suddenly and sent them almost Bumping into one another.

“Ow. Again!”

“Sink me, you’ve both got sharp elbows!”

“A little warning would have been nice!”

Marina ignored them. She looked about and repeated her "Crab Squid" Routine. Then pressed the button to call the elevator to take them up, despite Phones pointing out they’d just come down the stairs. Troy folded his arms unimpressed now. And aware they might be blocking up the corridor.

“Marina what is this about? There’s nothing here!”

No Up! Look! Marina demanded. And this time pointed.

Troy rolled his eyes and glanced up at the ceiling.“Okay okaYAGH No no! Jumping Catfish nope!" Troy swore and leapt back aghast. Atlanta and Phones looked at him, very taken aback. And looked to where Marina was pointing. Then both Phones and Atlanta tried very hard not to laugh.

Squid. Up. Ceiling. look. Yes?

“Yes Marina. That’s, that’s up alright.” Atlanta tittered.

“Okay but That’s not a squid!” Troy scowled at her.

"No, It’s a spider Troy. Abie a big one." Phones said, helpfully.

"I know that! And Big? Look at the size of it Phones, its huge!”

"Nah, it's only a big as a house spider. I've seen bigger."

"Spoken like a true hick." Atlanta teased.

Crab? Not. Squid.

“No, not a squid.” Troy said. “Spider. SPI-DER.”

Marina looked at him blankly.

“Right. Of course, spelling it out to you is no good.” Troy face-palmed his own daft idea. “No wonder Marina was making no sense back there, huh?”

“Well now we’ve seen what she meant; I can sort of get where Marina was coming from?” Atlanta put in, miming with her fingers. “I mean spiders scuttle like crabs do. Just forward.”

“Ain’t they related anyway?” Phones asked.

“Probably.” Atlanta agreed. “Evolution wise it always comes back to crabs.”

Land Squid. Land crab.

“Yes, something like that Marina.”

Up. ceiling look.

“We are looking.” Troy complained. “Marina, why'd you bring us out to see a darn spider?!”

Marina frowned, worried. Okay, Troy felt a bit bad for that.

“It didn’t bite you, did it?” he checked. Marina shook her head. “Well, I'm glad you’re okay then. But what gives?”

No. Squid. Not squid. Land. crab. Marina signed again. And pointed at her own feet and then held up her fingers.

“Eight feet?” Troy exchanged a look with Phones. “Or are you trying to say Eight legs?”

Land squid. Marina nodded, holding up eight fingers again. Eight legs. Squid Crab Up.

Atlanta frowned “but Marina honey you know squid have ten tentacles. and Crabs only have six legs-? OH! Wait.”

"I think we've had our signs mixed up.” Phones said catching on. “Earlier when we weren’t sure about the sign, did you mean ‘octopus’, Marina? Not squid?"

Marina nodded. Then signed Squid again but shaking her head.

Not Squid.

“Oh.”

“Eight legs, spider, octopus.”

“That makes more sense.” Phones said. The others agreed.

“They're the same sign but Octopus is like this,” Troy explained. “Use both hands. Grab your wrist with the other hand.”

Marina did as he demonstrated and nodded.

Octopus up ceiling look. she said, correcting herself. Not squid up.

“Octopus up.” Atlanta echoed.

Phones grinned. "Guess it’s a land- octopus then with its eight legs!"

“Four more than anything needs.” Troy complained.

“Aquanaut of the year and he’s scared of a little spider?" Phones mocked.

"It’s not little! And I’m not scared!” Troy insisted. Folding his arms he muttered. “They just give me the creeps, that’s all."

“Creeps!? you have a fake taxidermy angel fish mounted in our hallway as lamp!” Phones complained. “Creeps. That thing terrifies most people. and you’re nervous of this here itsy wincey octopus!”

“And After all the teasing you gave me for being scared of mice too!" Atlanta giggled. "Have you really not seen a spider before, Marina? You’ve been here a while now."

Marina nodded then shook her head. And after another round of charades:

"Not like that?" Phones guessed. "Ah, not upside down or on ceilings. Just outside. And you’ve only seen little ones. Not Big."

"See?" Troy said. "Marina agrees it's huge!"

"I said she said big!” Phones translated at Marina's frown. “Besides, big furry ones like tarantulas are harmless.”

“Those are even worse!” Troy snapped. “And that-!” he pointed at the spider. “That's not furry. Look, Phones just get rid of it, would you?”

“Why me?” Phones complained. “It’s not doing any harm.”

“It could be poisonous!” Troy reasoned. Both lieutenants raised their eyebrows at him. “What? It could be. We’re not far from the California desert?”

Maria looked worried at that. Jellyfish. She signed.

“Ah no not jellyfish.” Phones said. “Troy, you’ll scare her!”

“Me?” Troy asked. “What did I do?”

“Well Marina’s walking around in bare feet and you just said it was poisonous.” Atlanta frowned.

“I said it Could be. It’s fine Marina. You’re down here and it’s up there. Just stay away.”

“We'll just leave it alone then?” Phones suggested.

“What and let someone else be possibly bitten?”

“Ah.”

Atlanta rolled her eyes and looked back up to the spider. “It could be, I suppose although it is rare. Is it brown or black? I can’t quite see it in this light.”

“I’m not sure.” Troy frowned up at it, then gave his best friend a nudge, “go on Phones.”

“Me? You’re the action hero!”

“I ain’t touching it!”

“Wimps.” Atlanta declared. She turned and pulled the chair over to underneath the spider. Then using the boys to balance Atlanta climbed up on the chair. The ceiling was in near touching distance if she put her arms up.

“Hand me a cup out that would you." She said. Marina did so, grabbing one from the water cooler, “We’ll just put it outside- Oh. Huh.”

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” Atlanta frowned. But her voice wobbled just the teeeeensiest bit. She looked from the cup to the spider and back again. “It’s … actually quite big now I'm up here. Bigger then a house spider.”

“See, what did I say!?”

“Let the lady get the bug in peace, skipper.”

“It’s an arachnid. Look I’ll get it. but then one of you two can deal with it.” Atlanta said and then turned back to them. “Oh, shoot actually, has someone got a piece of paper?”

There was a flurry of checking pockets. and both fellas pulled out their id cards.

“Here you go honey,” Troy said. “Marina what is it?”

Marina shook her head. And was pointing up again. The others, Atlanta included, followed.

“Oh. Huh.” Phones echoed.

“Hey!”

“Where’d it go?”

In the split second where not one person had eyes on the spider, it had gone.

“Did anyone see Where it went?” Atlanta asked slowly. Troy shook his head.

“Atlanta? Get down real slowly.”

“It’s not on me, is it?!” Atlanta squawked. And twisted around so fast the chair wobbled. All three of the Stingray crew grabbed it steady.

“I thought you didn’t mind bugs?” Phones frowned.

“Yes, but not on me!”

Troy thankfully helped Atlanta down off the chair before either of them started to panic.

“Marina did you see where it went?” Phones tried. “Like on the floor? Or inside the auto serve?”

“If it did, I’m never getting coffee out of one of those things ever again!” Troy huffed.

Marina shook her head and shrugged at Phones.

But she pointed to the elevator doors.

Octopus Up.

“Yeah. Let’s go back upstairs.” Troy agreed. “I’ve had enough.”

“But the spider-?” Phones started.

“The commander's right. Let housekeeping or a cleaner deal with it.” Troy said. He had called the elevator and was holding the doors for his friends. Atlanta went in and pressed the floor number. Marina hesitated then crossed the doorway. Followed by the guys.

Octopus Up.

“Yes, I get it.” Troy said. “What a day.”

“What a break time.” Atlanta complained, checking her watch and pressed the top floor button as well. “I better head straight to control. At least you three are still on standby.”

Octopus Up.

“Yeah, I know Marina.” Troy said exasperated as he followed. and the door closed. The system hummed and started to move. “We get the picture-!”

Then Troy froze.

“Skipper?”

“Troy?”

The sound Troy made in response was unpleasant and slightly strangled. Troy had also gone very white. And quickly backed away from the middle of the elevator till he was right against the wall. Reaching past Atlanta, he then started Hammering the open-door button.

“Troy are you alright?”

“What goes?”

Octopus Up. Marina said again calmly.

Again, Phones and Atlanta looked where Marina pointed. The elevator maintenance hatch was ajar slightly. And beyond that covered in a crisscross of webs. Above their head, and much much closer this time, hanging from silk netting, something crawled out of the hatch. Several something’s. Several, eight legged somethings.

“That’s a lot of octopuses.” Phones agreed a tad more urgently.

“Octopi.” Atlanta corrected; her voice slightly strained. “I guess father didn’t see those ones earlier.”

“Did you Marina? Was that what you’ve been trying to tell us?”

Marina nodded.

octopus up ceiling up. Not. No worries. Still here. She said. Then jumped a good foot in the air as an alarm went off.

Well, they all did. Troy had hit the elevators stop button and was now forcing the doors apart.

“Troy! That’s for emergencies only!” Atlanta said.

“It’s only another floor up!” Phones scolded.

“Nope! Not a chance. Suddenly I feel like another walk!” Troy insisted. “Box of spiders, give me a Mechanical fish any day!”

Marina stood confused looking between Troy and the spiders. Some even started crawling out of the hatch and along the ceiling like the first creature had. Or hanging upside down on strings of silvery threads. One dangled from a long web, quickly creeping and a crawling closer until it had dropped to be level with eyes. Marina put her hand out towards it, curious…Only to be pulled away by her more terrain wise friends.

“No, leave it Marina! We don’t know what species they are.” Phones said. “Come on, let's go. We’ll be stuck in here all day otherwise.”

Atlanta agreed, even if it was a stupid thing to do.

Troy jumped down out of the evaluator. Because of course he did. Then practically manhandled his team out of the box as they hurried out the elevator behind him. It was very lucky that the lifts were notoriously slow. Some design flaw that seemed to counterbalance the injector tubes breakneck speed. The elevator hadn’t gone far, only five feet or so. Climbing down wasn’t a big challenge, bar the indignity of sitting on the and shuffling down feet first through the gap to safely drop down.

Phones had the decency to stop and explain to a very confused ensign what was up with the elevator. Troy however practically bolted his way back up the stairs. While Atlanta went off to inform the commander about the infestation that had appeared right above their heads, the shipmates followed Troy. Troy had made it to the safety of the standby lounge and grabbed the radio.

“Hello maintenance? Security?” he said and was making demands down the line. “I don’t know, the cleaners. Well then who do I call about a swarm of huge spiders in the tower, International Rescue!?”

“Guess we’re getting pest control after all!” Phones joked to Marina. Followed by an “ow!” Troy had hit him with a rolled-up magazine.

“Hey now, that does it. Busting elevators, wanderings, bugs and now swattin’ me!? I'm going outside for a smoke!” Phones complained. He went on to the balcony and called back over his shoulder, “At least the spiders out here are naturally occurring!”

Troy made to flip him off. Then thought better of it. He didn’t want to be responsible for their mermaid learning the rude one-fingered gesture that defiantly wasn’t one of WASP international diving symbols.

“Marina, go give Atlanta her magazine, would you please?” Troy asked, pushing his weapon into her hands. Discarded his cap on the chair. “Hello operator- no I'm already holding. I'm trying to report a problem with the entire building!”

Marina nodded and went to leave. Then hesitated. She tap tap tapped her fingers on the door frame to get Troy’s attention again. When he glanced up at her Marina waved and then signed:

Down.

“What?”

Down, she started. Octopus down. Not up. Surface immediately. Octopus down.

“Marina.” Troy interrupted. “Not to be rude, but I do not want to go and see any more spiders! Or land crabs, squids or otherwise thanks!”

Marina winced but sympathised. He seemed real upset. So, she agreed. Troy turned back to the radio.

And Marina left, deciding Troy wouldn’t want to hear about the octopus on his cap then.

#stingray 1964 #stingray fanfiction #my fanfiction #atlanta shore #marina #troy tempest #phones #thunderfam #arachnophobia #spider #octopus #oneshot #octopus up

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karmarox · 7 days

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Kallamar is acclimating well to Mortality and the Cult, all things considered. Really, everything is fine. Everything Should be fine. The Lamb rescued him from his eternal, endless punishment when they didn't need to, he no longer has a cult to look after, all of his siblings are reunited, and apparently Death has been conquered, so he doesn't have anything to worry about anymore, right? Well, aside from his bouts of sickness constantly getting in the way of being a Good Follower and Impressing the Lamb. Today seemed like an especially bad day, but at least the Cult Leader is there to make it just a bit better.

That's right I hyperfixated enough on analyzing the sad squid I wrote a oneshot snippet revolving around my headcanons.

Feat. sad squid being doted on by a weird Lamb. (He may be getting feelings)

#Cult of the Lamb #Kallamar #the lamb #fanfiction #shipping #sorta #pining #my stuff #my writing #my art

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leia-writes · 2 years

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I wanted to request a Frontman smut where he gets really jealous and possessive. You can write the storyline however you want. Thank you and much love from Germany 🖤

i'm so sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it! i really enjoyed writing this one!!

You're Mine

hwang in-ho | front man x reader

ao3 link

masterlist

song inspiration: you're mine by phantogram

warnings: SMUT - 18+ ONLY

You sat in the large leather chair, listening to quiet jazz music as you finished up your work for the day on your tablet. The final round was to begin tomorrow, and the remaining three players had just finished their celebratory dinner. As the day was turning to evening, In-ho was still out dealing with the intruder. You wanted to go with him and help, but had too many things to deal with, mainly keeping the VIPs from figuring out what was going on.

Your relationship with In-ho was a strange one. You’d worked together now for about a year, and in many ways you felt like you knew him as a close friend and a stranger at the same time. You knew many things about him yet still longed to know more, and sometimes he felt so far away you’d questioned everything you’d known about him before. He was an enigmatic figure to you.

At times, you felt your heart leap at the thought of him, or the sight of him, and wondered if he felt the same for you. You wanted to think he did when his eyes lingered on you a second too long, or when he stood a little too close to you, but nothing ever happened beyond little things like that, and it confused you. And because of his temperament, you never wanted to make the first move.

As you sat there wondering how he was doing with the intruder, you were pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of the elevator opening. You turned around in the chair to see In-ho walking down the hallway, hand over his shoulder and mask still on. He walked straight to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You could tell, even under the mask, he was upset.

You decided to stay put, not wanting to interfere with whatever he was dealing with. After a while, you heard shuffling and a soft clang on metal on metal, followed by a groan. He was clearly in a lot of pain. What the hell was going on?

Before you could decide whether or not to offer help, you heard a loud thud and the clanging of metal falling to the ground. You quickly stood up and rushed to the door, hesitating in confusion before knocking.

“In-ho? Are you okay?”

Complete silence followed.

You knocked again with no response. After a few moments, you slowly opened the door to find In-ho lying on the ground unconscious, blood pouring out of a wound on his shoulder. He’d removed his mask and coat to reveal a black tank top.

“In-ho?!” you cried, stunned. He was unresponsive.

You kneeled next to him, shaking his uninjured shoulder to get him to wake up, but nothing worked. The bleeding continued and by the pale color in his face, you knew it was dire. Looking around, you noticed a bullet in a metal dish and first aid supplies on the counter.

You quickly grabbed everything you could and began to treat his wound. He definitely needed stitches. Fortunately you’d been trained for moments like this, though it wasn’t the ideal option. After stitching the wound and applying bandages, you lifted him up as best as you could at the shoulders to lean him on the wall. He still hadn’t awoken, but thankfully the color was returning to his face.

You wet a small towel and began to gently wipe around his face and neck. You were beyond concerned, hoping he would wake up soon. If he didn’t, you’d probably have to bring this up with the others, and if the VIPs found out there was an intruder… it might be worse than getting shot.

You sighed as these thoughts swirled in your mind, and began to clean the blood around his arm and shoulder. You were worried about the VIPs, of course, but most of all you just hoped he would be okay. What would you do if he wasn’t around anymore? Selfishly, you almost regretted never being forward with your feelings for him. What if it was too late?

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you tried to keep it in, taking a deep breath to try to calm yourself. As you looked around, unsure of what to do next, you heard In-ho groan. Pain was etched on his face, but you were just happy he was conscious and alive.

“In-ho? In-ho, it’s me.” You gently touched his hand to let him know of your presence.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you. He took a deep breath, grimacing, before looking around.

“In-ho, what happened?”

He looked at you and leaned his head back on the wall, closing his eyes. You could tell he was trying to push through the pain, so you stood up to grab some pain medication and filled a glass of water at the sink.

You kneeled down again. “Here, take this.” You put the pill in his mouth and held the glass to his lips, encouraging him to drink. He looked at you confused for a moment before sipping the water, and took the glass with his good arm.

You sat there as he drank and set the water down. In-ho looked down at his wound, noticing it was bandaged. He sighed and reached forward, touching his hand on yours.

“Thank you.”

You nodded and squeezed his hand. The intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on you. Your mind was already shaken from fear of In-ho not making it, but now you were even more overwhelmed.

“Was it the intruder?” you asked, softly.

“Yes.”

“Where is he now?”

“Gone.”

You nodded. At least that was taken care of. You sighed, feeling exhausted to your core. It was late and both of you needed to rest. You stood up and reached your hand out to him.

“You should get some rest.”

He sighed and held your hand, slowly standing up with your help. Instantly, he groaned from dizziness, and leaned on your shoulders for support. You slowly walked him to his room towards his bed, helping him sit down. He sat up on his headboard and pillow, his head drifting to the side from his delirious state.

You noticed he started bleeding again and quickly grabbed more bandages and towels. As you fixed him up again, he groaned from the pain but still seemed out of it. It killed you inside to cause him pain but you knew it was necessary. After finishing up, you wiped the sweat from his face again, sitting next to him on the bed.

In-ho looked at you through half-lidded eyes, his breath calming.

“You’re an angel,” he whispered, slightly smiling.

You softly chuckled, not used to hearing such words from him. You continued to gently wipe his face, and he put his hand over yours. You stared at him silently as his hand grasped yours tightly. It was at this moment you noticed your faces were incredibly close, and you felt your cheeks flush red.

You stared at each other for several moments, and you felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him. But what if he didn’t feel the same for you? What if you were just caught up in the moment? You felt selfish for wanting him after something so terrible just happened.

Your fears were quickly quelled when he leaned forward ever so slightly. “Come here.”

That was all you needed to hear. You gently leaned forward and pressed your lips on his, his lips eagerly responding to yours. For as tough of an image as he had, his lips were so satisfyingly soft. You pulled away and looked at each other for a brief moment, almost silently asking for permission to continue, before he leaned forward to kiss you again. You dropped the damp towel and held his face with both hands as he reached forward to touch your face. Though his other arm had limited movement from his injured shoulder, he reached forward and rested that hand on your thigh.

Your kisses were quickly becoming more intense and heated, and In-ho reached his hand from your face to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him and deepening the kiss. As your tongues began melting with each other, he lightly pulled on your hair and you moaned softly. He groaned in response, pulling your hair harder. You were getting lost in the moment and leaned forward, starting to move to sit on his lap as his hands went to your sides. Immediately, In-ho groaned and pulled away.

He grasped his shoulder out of pain, grimacing. You sat back down next to him, ashamed for going too far while he was in this condition. Now wasn’t the time no matter how much you both wanted it. You both needed to rest, and In-ho was clearly too delirious and in pain for you to go further. You sighed and gave him a pitying look, and he reached his hand to yours.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed.

“Don’t be,” you said as you slightly smiled. “Get some rest. Do you need anything?”

He shook his head slowly, his eyes closed. You could tell he was already drifting into unconsciousness. You stood up and pulled his blanket over him, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. Before you turned around to leave, you heard him mumble.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

You looked at him, a whirlwind of emotions swirling in your mind. You were worried for him, having been injured so severely and being in such pain, but you were also happy you finally had some sort of confession of your feelings. Knowing he felt the same towards you made you feel elated inside. You were happily anticipating what was to come, once this round of games were over and In-ho was recovered.

“Goodnight, In-ho.”

~~~

The next day you and In-ho stayed with the VIPs during the final round. Before going to meet them, you briefly saw each other unmasked in passing, but his face was stoic. He didn’t even acknowledge you. You knew he was going through a lot, so you tried to push away your disappointment. Though your mind was overwhelmed, you had to stay focused in front of the VIPs.

The day went by without any problems, and by the end of the day you were riding in the limo with In-ho and the final winner. You briefly had your masks off, before the sleeping gas was released, but In-ho barely looked at or acknowledged you. Even after dropping the winner off, he kept his mask on while you took yours off.

You sat awkwardly as the limo drove to your apartment. You glanced at him a couple of times, but he stayed facing forward, completely silent. He was known for his temperament, you knew that, but what had him so upset right now that he couldn’t even acknowledge you?

Did he regret it?

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, glancing at him. “Are you okay?”

He stayed silent for a while, before sighing and turning away. “I’m fine.”

It was the first time he spoke to you all day, and he sounded irritated. What was so wrong with you asking him if he was okay? You started becoming irritated yourself, scoffing and turning away. It was clear he thought everything that happened the night before was a mistake, and now you were just upset with yourself for having a moment of weakness.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw In-ho glance at you briefly, but that just made you even more annoyed. Luckily the limo was pulling up to your apartment, and you promptly got out without acknowledging In-ho, quickly walking to the building.

Once you made it inside your apartment, you threw your belongings on the ground and sat on your couch, stewing in your thoughts. There had been so much tension between you two, it only felt natural to act on your feelings that night. He even initiated it. So what was the problem today? Why would he regret it?

You groaned out of frustration and tried to distract yourself. There was no use dwelling on it. If he didn’t want anything to do with you, there was nothing you could do about it.

Or was there?

The next day you had plans to go to dinner with In-ho, Il-nam, and the salesman, to celebrate the end of the games. You didn’t know much about the salesman. He intentionally stayed elusive to almost everyone, not revealing his name on purpose. With his role, it was probably best to stay as anonymous as possible.

You hadn’t interacted with him much before, but maybe if In-ho saw the two of you together…

~~~

The next evening, you were waiting outside of your apartment building for the limo to pick you up. You’d gone all out, putting on a revealing but still dinner-appropriate outfit and a comfortable layer of makeup, hair done perfectly. It was certainly unlike anything you’d worn during work, which hopefully would do the trick. You figured if In-ho really wanted to forget what happened that night, you’d make it hard for him to do so. And if he didn’t care, then what was the harm in having a little fun trying to make him jealous?

The limo arrived and the door opened from the inside to reveal the salesman with his alluring smile, beckoning you to join him.

“Y/n, good to see you again.” You could see him looking you up and down in slight surprise as you walked towards him. This would be too easy.

You entered the limo and sat next to the salesman towards the middle. Though the seat extended the length of the limo, the two of you sat close to each other. He poured the two of you a glass of champagne as the limo began driving towards In-ho’s apartment.

“To another successful year.” He flashed his smile again and touched his glass to yours.

The two of you made small talk on the way to pick up In-ho. It was clear he was attracted to you, leaning in when you spoke, looking at you like you were a work of art, and you played into every bit of it. If you didn’t have such strong feelings for In-ho, you thought you’d consider pursuing things further with him.

The limo quickly arrived in front of In-ho, who let himself in, sitting on the back seat. For a moment, you were speechless, noticing his sleek attire. He was dressed in all black, everything fitting absolutely perfectly. You instantly smelled his cologne and your heart leaped. Seeing him outside of the standard Front Man uniform, looking that exquisite, took your breath away.

You took a deep breath, pulling yourself together. You had an objective here, and you couldn’t forget how coldly he treated you just the day before. You sat up straight and sipped your champagne, nodding as the salesman greeted him. In-ho looked at you, and unbeknownst to you had a similar reaction as you did seeing him. He was taken aback by your attire and how good you looked. You felt his eyes linger on you and hoped he was already regretting his behavior.

As the limo drove to the restaurant, you set down your glass and turned a bit towards the salesman, facing away from In-ho. “It’s weird to see you without the briefcase,” you chuckled.

He smiled. “It’s weird to see you without the mask… and everything else,” he replied, looking at your dress. You laughed in response, reaching forward to playfully push his arm.

In-ho scoffed softly to himself, something the salesman didn’t pick up on but you did. You turned around slightly, making eye contact. He stared intensely at you, you could see the irritation all over his face. You wanted to smirk but tried your best to keep it in.

You reached for your champagne glass and gave him the most innocent looking face. “Do you want some champagne?” you asked before sipping from your glass, never breaking eye contact.

He stared at you intensely for a few moments before looking away, scoffing again. “No.”

You slowly turned back towards the salesman, who raised his eyebrows, sensing the bad attitude from In-ho. You chuckled to yourself and gave him a sweet smile, keeping up the facade. You continued to make flirty small talk as the three of you made your way to the restaurant.

Upon arriving, the three of you met with Il-nam and were seated. You sat across from In-ho, getting a dangerously good view of him. He glanced at you briefly, taking your breath away, and again you had to compose yourself before you ruined your plan.

The dinner went by pleasantly overall, and you could tell you were getting under In-ho’s skin. Anytime you laughed or gave the salesman a flirty look, you’d glance at In-ho, who was always boring his eyes into you. He knew what game you were playing, but he was surprised nonetheless. You’d even caught him rolling his eyes a couple times.

Once the dinner was over, Il-nam politely said goodbye while the three of you waited for the limo to pick you up again. As you stood there, you shivered a bit in the cold air. The salesman noticed and shrugged off his coat.

“Here, you’re shivering.” He gently laid the coat across your shoulders.

You gave him a sweet smile, but felt a little awkward. You weren’t really planning on going further with this act, yet In-ho still hadn’t done anything about it. Maybe it wasn’t worth it…

You were pulled out of your thoughts by In-ho stepping closer to you, leaning to whisper in your ear. “Are you trying to upset me?”

His words sent shivers down your spine. You turned to him slightly. “Is it working?” you said innocently, knowing it was bothering him.

He scoffed and looked away, seemingly pondering your words. The salesman gave you a weird look, bringing back the awkward feeling from before. Almost as if In-ho could sense this, he snatched the coat from your shoulders and handed it to the salesman.

“They’re taking too long. I’ll take her home.”

The salesman slowly took the coat, dismayed, and looked at you for confirmation. You looked at In-ho for a second, shocked, but quickly turned to the salesman and nodded. In-ho grabbed your wrist and you began walking away with him. The salesman, however, wouldn’t let you get away that easily.

“Hey!” He quickly walked towards you and grabbed your shoulder, gently turning you around. “I can take you home.”

You gave him a polite smile and shook your head. “That’s alright.” You turned around and wrapped your arm around In-ho’s arm, continuing to walk.

He scoffed, giving you a confused look. “So… that’s it?”

You stopped, and In-ho looked at you annoyed. You turned around again, looking down, just a little ashamed at your behavior, but you smirked nonetheless. “That’s it.” You gave him one last look and turned around again.

As you walked away, you heard the salesman scoff, “Fucking slut.”

This time In-ho was the one to stop and turn around. “Excuse me?”

The salesman laughed. “You’ve seen the way she’s been acting tonight.”

In-ho smirked. “Yes. I have.” He stepped in front of you. “Who do you think she was doing that for? You?”

The salesman scowled, looking away, silent.

In-ho scoffed. “Don’t be so foolish.”

He turned around and you finally walked away together without any interruptions. You made your way to the train and got on, sitting next to each other. Luckily it was empty as it was late at night.

After several moments of silence, you sighed. “Where are we going?”

“Home.”

You looked at him, noticing a hardened, stoic expression on his face. “So now you want to talk to me?”

He looked away. “I could say the same.”

“I didn’t ignore you.”

“Oh, I’m very much aware.” He glanced at you briefly.

“I had to get your attention somehow.”

He scoffed and turned towards you, eyeing you before responding. “You’ve had my attention.”

You blushed at his words, but composed yourself. “Don’t act like you didn’t ignore me yesterday.”

In-ho sighed, crossing his arms. “You couldn’t give me just one day to get my thoughts together?”

“You couldn’t just acknowledge me?”

“So because I didn’t acknowledge you, you had to act like a whore in front of that man?”

You looked at him, stunned. “If I’m not yours, then what does it matter to you?”

He stared at you for a few moments, seemingly holding back a smile. “Is that it? Do you want to be mine?”

Inside you were going crazy, but you tried your best to keep your cool, rolling your eyes. “Not if you’re going to be an asshole.”

“Watch it,” he said, with a serious tone now.

You glared at him. “With the way you’re acting, I should’ve stayed with him.”

He frowned, leaning in and speaking low. “With the way you’re acting, I should just claim you as mine, right here, hmm? Is that what you want?”

Your face flushed red instantly, and you gave him an innocent look, leaning in. “Does that mean you’ll give me what I want?”

You could tell you were affecting him just as much as he was affecting you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leaning in to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear. “Only if you’re good.”

You pouted. “Haven’t I been good?”

He chuckled. “Far from it.”

You smirked and turned away from him. “You seem to be enjoying it well enough.”

“You think I enjoyed watching you throw yourself at him?”

“And now I’m going home with you. Isn’t that a good thing?”

He paused for a moment. “I would’ve taken you home regardless.”

You turned to him, his features soft now, his lips almost pouting. You realized he might be genuinely hurt at your actions, though he’d never admit it. For a moment, you felt bad for him. You rested your hand on his cheek and gave him a soft kiss.

You looked at him dejectedly. “What was I supposed to think after you treated me like that?”

He leaned into your hand, sighing, but stayed silent.

You sighed, removing your hand and looking down. “I thought you regretted it.”

In-ho brought his hand to your face, just as you had just done, and kissed you, rougher this time. He pulled back and looked at you with fierce sincerity.

“Never. I would never regret that.”

As you stared at him, your heart was filled with unexplainable emotions, but you felt content at his admission. Before you could get further caught up in the moment, the train arrived at your stop.

In-ho sighed and stood up, reaching his hand towards you. “Let’s go.”

~~~

You entered In-ho’s apartment with him, a decent one bedroom space, but not quite indicative of the money he actually owned. You took a look around for a moment before In-ho turned you around to face him, immediately kissing you. You welcomed the sudden closeness again and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you continued.

In-ho ran his hands along your back and sides, pulling you close to him. His hands gave you goosebumps all over your skin, your senses begging for more of him. You pulled on the collar of his coat, softly whining.

He pulled away, bringing his hand to your face. “What is it?” he said as he ran his thumb along your pouting lips.

You whined and pulled at his coat again while taking his thumb into your mouth, sucking lightly. His eyes darkened and he grabbed your face with both hands, removing his thumb and kissing you roughly, his tongue immediately dominating your own. You moaned softly and ran your hands along his chest desperately.

In-ho pulled away, slightly grinning. “You’re so needy.” He shrugged off his coat, letting it fall to the ground. You leaned in for another kiss as he picked you up, your legs wrapping around him.

As he carried you to his bedroom, you kissed down to his neck, breathlessly whispering, “I need you.”

He laid you on your back on his bed, hovering over you and eyeing you skeptically. “Really? To me it looks like you’d let just any handsome man touch you like this.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, pulling him in for a kiss. “No. Only you.”

He slightly chuckled, gently caressing your face and holding your jaw. “You know I would have lost it if he touched you.”

“Really? To me it looks like you would’ve let him do whatever he wanted to me.”

He eyed you darkly and held your jaw tighter, huffing. “I don’t care what you think… No one else touches you like this.” He leaned forward to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over. You practically melted under his touch, grasping desperately at his shoulders while softly moaning, too overwhelmed to say anything.

He rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him. “Fuck… come here.” He pulled your dress up off of you, leaving you in your bra and underwear. His eyes lingered on your form before he continued ravaging your neck. His hands roamed your sides, down to your ass and thighs, as you leaned forward on his shoulders. Your moans filled his ears as you slowly lost control of yourself, your hips starting to grind on his growing bulge beneath you. Your movements just encouraged him further and he started biting your neck.

“In-ho, you’re going to leave marks,” you said breathlessly as you pulled away.

“Good. Everyone should know you’re mine.” He leaned forward to your neck again and thrusted forward, pressing his erection against you. You moaned and let him take over, ignoring the fact that you were probably going to wake up with bruises all over your neck. In fact, the thought of it sent shivers throughout your core.

You continued grinding on him and In-ho brought both of his hands to your ass, pressing you even harder on him, guiding the movement of your hips. At this point, you were completely lost in your movements, feeling like you could orgasm just from this. Your pussy was soaked, and you could feel the wetness seeping onto his pants.

“Fuck, In-ho, that feels so good.”

“Yeah?” he huffed into your neck. “I feel you making a mess on me, darling.”

You moaned and In-ho pushed you backwards, inspecting your underwear and his pants. “Fuck… look at you.” He ran his hands along your thighs and over your underwear, gently caressing your swollen pussy, your wetness sticky on his fingers.

You cried out, inadvertently grinding on his fingers as he touched you. You were so overwhelmed with pleasure, you just wanted to be fucked. In-ho was captivated by your disheveled state and flushed cheeks. He held himself up on one arm, and with the other pushed your underwear to the side, revealing your soaked pussy.

“So fucking wet… all for me,” he mumbled as he spread his fingers, covering them in your wetness. He began to insert two fingers at your entrance, intently watching your face as he pushed them all the way in.

You cried out in pleasure and relief at finally having him inside you, at least part of him. His fingers felt divine inside of your cunt, adding a whole new layer of pleasure. He began to pump his fingers in and out, the sensation causing you to almost collapse. You held yourself with your arms behind you, holding on to In-ho’s legs.

He began to fuck you furiously with his fingers, the feeling of his hand slapping against your clit almost sending you to orgasm right then. In-ho leaned forward and pulled you in close with his other arm as his fingers thrust up into you, kissing you roughly. He pulled your bra up and over your raised arms, not bothering to undo it. His mouth immediately went to one of your breasts, kissing and sucking with as much fervor as his fingers were fucking you. You held on tightly to his shoulders for support, your legs practically giving out beneath you as you moaned uncontrollably.

You pulled him from your breasts and kissed him roughly. “Please,” you panted, “I need you. Right now.”

You frantically began unbuttoning his shirt as he leaned backwards, undoing his pants and shoving them down with his underwear, his cock springing out beneath you. He shrugged his shirt off and guided his cock to your entrance, spreading the tip around your soaked slit. In another world he knew he would probably have taken more time with you, would have maybe been a little more romantic about it all, instead of frantically fucking you like this now. But this is exactly what you both wanted and needed at that moment. After him pining for you for all this time, after you desperately trying to get his attention, you both are finally getting what you wanted.

“Come here,” he said as he pulled you close to him, kissing you roughly as he slowly thrust up into you. Your legs shuddered at the feeling of his cock inside of you, stretching your walls as you adjusted to him. In-ho groaned loudly at the feeling of your cunt around him, your warmth sending goosebumps all over his body. You held on to his shoulders as he started to fuck into you quickly, moaning into his neck.

Immediately you felt your orgasm approaching, as if there was pressure building inside of you just dying to be released. Every stroke of his cock inside of you sent your mind into a frenzy. You felt your mind almost go blank as he fucked you furiously.

“In-ho… fuck, your cock feels so good.”

“Yeah?” he huffed, “you like getting fucked like this?”

“Yes, fuck yes, this is exactly what I wanted,” you cried.

“You wanted to be fucked, huh? By who?” He thrust even harder into you, your moans encouraging him further.

“Only by you. Only you.”

“Yes… you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, I’m yours, fuck I’m all yours,” you cried as you couldn’t think of anything else to say, your orgasm almost approaching.

In-ho roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “No one else can fuck you like this. No one else gets you like I do.”

You slowly nodded, moaning, your face twisted in pleasure. “No one else.”

He leaned forward to kiss you, his hands roughly holding onto your hips. “You’re gonna make me cum looking like that, darling.”

You mewled at his words. “I think I’m gonna cum, fuck.”

In-ho started thrusting faster up into you. “Cum on my cock, darling.”

You came immediately at his words, your pussy clenching on his cock intensely, every stroke sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. You moaned loudly, unable to control anything anymore. You shook above him as your orgasm rocked your body, satisfaction overwhelming you. As you came down from your high, In-ho continued to thrust into you. You could tell he was close. You kissed him roughly.

“Cum in me.”

He groaned and grabbed your face roughly before pushing you on your back. He pushed your legs apart from the knees and quickly began thrusting into you again, his pace brutal. Though you’d just orgasmed, seeing In-ho like this sparked something more inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum so fucking much in you. So fucking much into your perfect little pussy.” He looked at you and held your face roughly. “Who’s pussy is this?”

You whined beneath him. “Yours, it’s all yours.”

He closed his eyes in pleasure, mouth open, his hips beginning to stutter in their thrusts. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it to your pussy. “Touch yourself,” he huffed.

You began to circle your clit with your fingers, immediately feeling a new wave of pleasure come over you. You moaned loudly and felt your pussy clench on him, causing him to moan with you. He leaned forward and wrapped one of his hands around your throat.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock again. You’re gonna watch me cum inside you and then you’re gonna cum again.”

You mewled at his words, your body writhing under him. He moved his hand from your throat to the back of your head, pushing it down and forcing you to watch his cock thrust into you. The sight of it almost made you cum right then.

In-ho groaned loudly, thrusts stuttering again into slower, harder ones. “Fuck, look at what you do to me, I’m fucking cumming.” His moans filled your ears as you watched him thrust into you, filling your cunt with his hot cum, his cock throbbing inside of your sensitive cunt. You continued rubbing your clit and saw his cum spill out of you as he continued thrusting, coating your pussy and his cock, sending you over the edge immediately. You cried out beneath him and came as he was still coming down from his high, your pussy clenching on him and prolonging his own orgasm. He held you close as you shuddered beneath him, pleasure overwhelming your body yet again.

As you both calmed down, In-ho laid on his side next to you and pulled you close to him, kissing your forehead. You nestled your head next to his neck, absolutely spent. He wrapped his arms around you, gently rubbing your back.

You noticed the small bandage on his gunshot wound, something you’d completely forgotten about in the heat of the moment. “Is it okay?” you asked as you inspected it.

In-ho smiled softly. “Of course. You did a good job.”

You smiled back and laid your head down again. In-ho ran his hand gently along your neck, inspecting the bruises. Your skin felt raw under his touch, and you noticed his pleased expression.

“Is it bad?”

He chuckled. “Of course not. You’re covered in my marks… that’s a good thing.” He leaned down to kiss you softly.

You smiled, taking in all of his features up close, and shivered. “I’m cold,” you whispered as you cuddled closer to his warmth.

Instead of pulling the blankets over you, In-ho stood up and scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up and then go to sleep.”

You pouted, resting your head on his shoulder. “But I’m tired.”

“Shh, just wait.” He set you on the counter and went to turn the shower on. You turned around and inspected yourself in the mirror, shocked at your disheveled and bruised state. The bruises spread from your neck down to your chest, evidence of In-ho’s desire for you peppered across your skin.

In-ho saw you watching yourself in the mirror and stood next to you. You turned to him, wrapping your arms around him. “Now when he sees me, he’ll know I’m yours.”

In-ho rolled his eyes. “You won’t see him.”

You looked at him with a fake innocent expression. “Why not?”

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

You pouted, looking away, silent.

“If you’re trying to upset me again, it won’t work.”

You smirked. “Well it worked last time, and look what that got me.”

In-ho scoffed and slightly smiled. “You don’t have to wonder now. You’re mine,” he said before kissing you softly and whispering, “So if I see you act like that again, it won’t be so easy to get what you want next time.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

He laughed and led you to the shower, both of you helping each other. In-ho was incredibly attentive to you, making your heart flutter. When you were finished and dried off, you crawled back in bed together, exhaustion overtaking you.

You cuddled next to In-ho under the warm covers. “Why didn’t we do this a long time ago?”

He caressed your face, sighing, clearly exhausted as well. “I don’t know. I was too cowardly to do something about it. I’m stupid.”

You laughed, playfully shoving him. “I knew you liked me.”

He smiled and kissed you. “That’s an understatement.”

You sighed contentedly, thinking about all the time you’ve spent together. You’d always felt alone, even working alongside In-ho, but now you had a companion. Someone to lean on and someone to support. The more you thought about it, the more you wondered about the intruder.

“In-ho… you know you can tell me anything. I’m here for you.” You gently touched his shoulder wound, indicating what you were talking about.

His face slightly dropped and he sighed. “I know.” He kissed you. “Thank you.”

You smiled and roughly pulled him close to you. “You're mine too, you know.”

In-ho smiled and rested his head above yours, holding you tight. Despite everything that had happened to him in the past couple days, he felt genuinely happy, something he hadn’t felt in such a long time.

“I know. I always have been.”

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