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Spy Rivals in Love Pt.1 - vick (iris)

Summary | You, known as the 'Scarlet Lady,' are a spy for the NSS in Korea. Your greatest rival is Vick, an agent from an enemy organization. Although you both despise each other and face off with all your hatred, every time you meet, the tension turns into something more intense—a connection you can't ignore, despite everything that separates you.

Pairing | iris!vick x fem!reader.

Genre | 2000s era, enemies to lovers.

Warnings | explicit violence, use of weapons and chase escenes, strong lenguage, tension, blood.

Author's note | English is not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

"You know what to do, Scarlet Lady. If you get caught, the whole plan goes to hell."

Kim Hyun-joon's voice was firm, but in his dark eyes, a warning gleamed. He knew this was a game of precision, and any mistake would cost more than just a failed mission.

You didn’t need to respond. You simply nodded in silence before turning on your heels, letting the dim warehouse light glisten over the latex of your black catsuit. The familiar weight of the gadget belt rested on your waist, each tool meticulously selected for infiltration.

Your objective: classified information, buried under multiple layers of security within the NSS headquarters. A file so valuable it could dismantle covert operations and expose the agency’s deepest secrets. But for you, this wasn’t just another mission. It was personal. The same organization you were about to tear apart had betrayed your older brother, Hyun-joon, condemning him to a fate he could never escape.

Before leaving, you covered the suit with a brown trench coat, added a matching beret, and slipped on a pair of sunglasses. A flawless disguise. No one inside the NSS knew your face or your real name. If everything went according to plan, you could move unnoticed. And if something went wrong… well, you always had an escape route.

From the outside, the building looked like an ordinary government facility: reflective windows, guards at the entrance, a pristine lobby. But you knew the truth. Behind that façade lay the very heart of the NSS, where the most clandestine operations were carried out far from the world’s eyes.

For someone like you, this was a challenge, yes, but far from impossible. You weren’t considered one of the world’s top three spies for nothing. At least, that’s what Hyun-joon and your few allies said. The reality was that no one truly knew you. You didn’t exist in databases, left no fingerprints, had no past. If someone searched for you, they would find little more than a ghost.

On the surface, however, you led an ordinary life, meticulously crafted to divert suspicion. A professor at the prestigious Seoul University. History and physical chemistry. Two subjects with enough logic and strategy to keep you sharp, and enough narrative to hide the truth between the lines. No one at the university would ever suspect that the quiet and elegant professor was, in reality, the shadow that haunted the world’s most powerful organizations.

Tonight, however, you weren’t a professor. You weren’t an ordinary citizen. Tonight, you were the Scarlet Dame, and the board was set for the first move.

With steady steps and natural elegance, you walked toward the reception desk without raising suspicion. Every movement was measured, every gesture calculated. You weren’t just an infiltrator; you were a shadow slipping through the cracks of the system.

Behind the counter, a woman with brown hair, an immaculate uniform, and a friendly expression looked up as she saw you approaching.

"Good morning, may I help you with something?" she asked professionally.

You smiled with the warmth of someone who had absolutely nothing to hide. Leaving behind the façade of a reserved woman, you tilted your head slightly and spoke enthusiastically:

"Oh, thank goodness! Look, my forgetful husband has left his lunch at home again. Again! So, I decided to bring it to him personally before he spends the whole morning without eating."

The receptionist blinked, hesitating for a second before composing herself. "Oh, I see, but... I’m really sorry, miss. We can’t let you through. If you tell me your name, I can notify him to come down and pick it up."

Your smile remained intact, but a glimmer of mischief shone in your eyes.

"Come on, sweetie, you know how men are when they’re in important meetings. He asked me not to disturb him under any circumstances. Plus, it’ll only be a minute. Our eight-year-old son is waiting in the car, and I can’t leave him alone for too long."

You added a slight note of urgency to your voice, just enough to stir the receptionist’s empathy without raising suspicion.

The woman bit her lower lip, visibly uncertain. Finally, with a resigned sigh, she handed you a visitor's pass.

"Okay, but please don’t mention that I let you through."

"Of course, darling! Nothing happened, okay?" You winked at her and waved goodbye as if you were lifelong friends.

Two security guards approached to escort you to the elevator. Everything was going according to plan.

But as soon as the doors closed, the game changed.

You drew an innocent smile as you raised the tupperware you were holding in your hands. "Guys, would you like some kimchi with rice? It’s delicious."

The two men exchanged confused looks. One raised an eyebrow.

"No?" You feigned an expression of regret. "What a shame..."

The blow came without warning. With a precise motion, you slammed the tupperware against one of the guards’ noses, making him stagger back with a muffled curse. Before the other could react, you delivered a direct kick to his chest, sending him crashing into the elevator wall.

The first tried to recover, but you didn’t give him the chance. With a flawless spinning kick, you knocked him out. The second guard fell to the ground with a sharp thud just a second later.

Silence.

You looked down at the unconscious bodies at your feet and sighed, adjusting your trench coat.

"I think I may have overdone it..."

You crouched down to pick up the tupperware from the floor. Fortunately, it was still tightly sealed. "Well, at least the food’s still intact."

With a swift motion, you discarded the trench coat, beret, and sunglasses, letting them fall carelessly on the unconscious bodies of the guards. Now, dressed only in your black latex catsuit, you felt much more in your element. The slight pressure of the suit against your skin was familiar, almost comforting.

As the elevator descended toward the underground levels, you shrugged and opened the tupperware. After all, you weren’t going to waste food because of a simple infiltration plan. It had cost you money, and besides, you didn’t know when you’d have the chance to eat something decent again. Calmly, you took a bite of rice and kimchi, enjoying the slight burn of spice on your tongue as the numbers on the panel descended.

But when the elevator was about to reach the final underground level, your real job began.

Without wasting any time, you agilely climbed onto the side security bar and pushed open the elevator’s roof hatch. You opened it with ease and propelled yourself up, emerging with the precision of someone who had done this a hundred times.

From your new position, you opened a nearby ventilation shaft and slipped inside silently. Before moving forward, you looked down at the unconscious guards. You couldn’t leave loose ends.

With efficiency, you grabbed them by the armpits and, with a bit of effort, hauled them to the top of the elevator, leaving them there. You took two chloroform-soaked handkerchiefs from your gadget belt and gently placed them over their noses. They wouldn’t wake up unless someone found them.

When the elevator reached its destination and the doors opened with a metallic sound, the interior was completely empty. From the security cameras, it would just appear as an elevator arriving with no passengers.

Perfect.

You slipped silently through the ventilation shaft, keeping your breathing as controlled as possible. Every movement was calculated to avoid the slightest noise, knowing that any out-of-place sound could give you away. The cold metal beneath your hands and knees made a faint creak with each move, but you were careful enough to minimize it.

From above, through the slats of the vent, you observed several rooms as you moved. Some had messy desks and monitors left on idle, others had metal file cabinets full of classified documents. However, none seemed to be your destination. You knew exactly what to look for: an access terminal with a highly protected system, strategically placed cameras, and, most importantly, the complete absence of regular employees.

Finally, after several meters of movement, you found it. Through the lower grate, you spotted a larger, almost sterile room with a huge security screen on the wall and multiple files organized with unsettling precision. Everything was in place, too neat. This was the place.

With precise movements, you carefully removed the grate and set it aside inside the vent. You gripped the edge with both hands and dropped down with feline elegance. You rolled onto the floor to cushion the impact and stood up fluidly, quickly scanning your surroundings.

Absolute silence.

Something didn’t feel right.

You had expected at least one guard patrolling or an active camera, but the room was empty, almost as if someone had cleaned the area before your arrival. The feeling of unease began to settle in your chest.

And then, a voice broke the silence.

"You’re late."

The sound came from behind you.

Your body reacted before your mind processed the danger. In an automatic move, you drew the mini pistol from your belt and spun on your heel, aiming directly at the source of the voice.

It wasn’t necessary to see him to know who it was.

His relaxed posture, the way he pronounced every word calmly, and most of all, the fact that he hadn’t tried to attack you immediately, confirmed what you already suspected.

"I see we’re after the same thing, Vick." Your tone was cold, controlled, though deep down you hated that he had caught you by surprise.

The man in front of you smiled to the side, that mocking expression you hated so much. His eyes sparkled with amusement, as if finding you here was more of a game to him than a real competition.

"But only one of us is going to walk away with it, Y/N."

Your jaw tightened as you heard your name leave his lips. No matter how many times he did it, it always provoked the same reaction.

"Don’t call me that." You murmured with a mix of irritation and warning, not lowering the weapon for even a second. "I’m still wondering how you figured it out."

Vick sighed with feigned laziness before holstering his own weapon, as if his confidence in the situation was absolute. He was the kind of man who enjoyed playing with his prey, testing the waters before making his move.

"You know I always find out what interests me." His voice was calm, even seductive, as he slowly began to advance toward you.

You didn’t hesitate to take a step back. His intentions were never clear, but you knew his game well. He had learned to read you over time, to provoke reactions in you that you didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing.

"Stay back." You warned firmly, raising the gun again and pointing it directly at his hand. "I won’t show mercy this time. I’m warning you."

Vick stopped for a moment, assessing your expression, as if looking for a crack in your determination. However, his smile didn’t fade. On the contrary, it widened, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.

The tension in the room was palpable, like a taut rope ready to snap.

One of you would walk out victorious.

The other… wouldn’t.

@kartdeko @i-might-be-vanny

[gds-daisy]

no because why is there no smut for my man vick 💔

[villains-are-hot]

Writing a crossover horror fanfiction and thinking about adding another character

[pineapplepluto]

Iris's Butterfly

“Bu-fly!” Iris reaching for it with her tiny hand Pointing then grabbing Karen gently tells her look don’t touch Remembers butterfly collecting in high school She keeps her collection locked away in a drawer She knows Iris would love the pretty colours and patterns But she’s not ready to answer the question of why the butterflies at home don’t move When the ones at the park do So she keeps her collection locked away In a drawer in the closet where she keeps her gun safe Another thing she’s not ready to explain

(Based on the prompt of Karen taking Iris to the park from @arrowheadedbitch)

[i-might-be-vanny]

if no one else can write fanfiction of Vick from IRIS i'll really just have to be like

[juuuuunaaaaaooooo]

Good news for me... I write 10k words since few days!!!

Bad news for me... It's a Thanos x reader fic... (Well I don't even know if writing in third person is still consider as characters x reader, but.. It's how I think it)

Well.. I suppose writing is writing!

[longlistshort]

Woven work by Sarah Rosalena

Hillary Mushkin, “Groundwater”, 2024, Four-channel video installation, wall drawing, sound and “The River and the Grid”, 2024 Artist’s book: ink, watercolor, graphite, and glue on paper

“Source”, 2023 by Lez Batz (Sandra de la Loza and Jess Gudiel)- Mixed media installation including seventy felt bat masks, baleen whale cardboard puppet, graphic mural and single- channel video

Currently on view at the Armory Center for the Arts is From Ground Up: Nurturing Diversity in Hostile Environments. For the exhibition, part of PST ART: Art & Science Collide, the artists use a variety of materials, cultural practices, and traditions to explore aspects of our changing environment.

From the gallery-

What can seeds tell us about the future? Seeds and the plants that grow from them have provided us with food, clothing, shelter, and medicine for millennia. For just as long, humans have used sciences, technologies, myths, and art to peer into an imagined future. As we stare out toward our own future, one threatened by climate change and complicated by social unrest, the From the Ground Up: Nurturing Diversity in Hostile Environments exhibition looks to the seed—such as those seeds that lie at the bottom of the forest floor waiting for the cyclical fire season that promotes new growth and diversity to sprout—for inspiration and guidance on how to navigate current and coming hostile environments.

From the Ground Up presents works by 16 contemporary artists and artist teams who explore diverse technologies, histories of contested spaces, and traditional understandings of nature as they imagine alternative, sustainable futures. Organized for the Armory by curator Irene Georgia Tsatsos, the exhibition bridges familiar distinctions between art and science while exploring practices and traditions that predate contemporary understandings of those disciplines. In this exhibition, artworks, knowledge traditions, and histories converge in space and across time.

Artists in the exhibition- Charmaine Bee, Nikesha Breeze, Carl Cheng, Olivia Chumacero, Beatriz Cortez, Mercedes Dorame, Aroussiak Gabrielian, iris yirei hu, Lez Batz (Sandra de la Loza and Jess Gudiel), Malaqatel Ija, Semillas Viajeras, Seed Travels, Hillary Mushkin, Vick Quezada, Sarah Rosalena, Enid Baxter Ryce, Cielo Saucedo, Marcus Zúñiga

Below are a few additional selections and information on the work from the gallery-

Nikesha Breeze, “Stages of Tectonic Blackness: Blackdom”, 2021, Dual-channel video with sound

Nikesha Breeze (they/them) is a direct descendant of Blackdom, a homesteading community founded by thirteen African Americans near Roswell, New Mexico in 1903 that existed until about 1930. This video portrays a site-specific, collaborative dance ritual that honors the landscape and grieves the transgressions against Black and Indigenous communities at Blackdom.

Enid Baxter Ryce, “Shed (Mapping the Devil’s Half Acre)”, 2024, Mixed media, including hand-printed silk, dried plants, hand-printed cotton, antique tobacco sticks, cherry wood, cedar wood, glass, botanical inks, papers, crates and with Luis Camara, “Devil’s Half Acre Tarot”, 2024, Hand-processed botanical pigments on paper

Dried plants such as indigo and woad, handmade books and maps, tarot cards and runes, and glass jars of plant-based pigments are among many tools of early scientific exploration and pre-scientific divination. Enid Baxter Ryce (she/her) has assembled these elements of medieval science into a contemporary witch’s office, adorned with fabrics painted with inks and dyes made from plants she grew from seed.

Aroussiak Gabrielian, “Future Kin”, 2024, Soil, video, sound, ceramics

In Future Kin, Aroussiak Gabriellian (she/her) connects a composting ritual to the life cycles of humans, the biome in our digestive tracts, and the bacterial, fungal, and animal life that emerges from decomposing organic matter. Undulating hands gently caress composted soil, suggesting human engagement, empathy, and awareness of ecological interconnectedness.

iris yirei hu, “mud song dream sequence”, 2024, Video and rammed earth; animation by Shoop Rozario

iris virei hu (she/her) uses diverse media to share her journeys with all living beings, whom she understands to be inextricably linked. Her practice is rooted in “collaborative optimism,” in which trauma can inform healing, solidarity, creativity, and liberating futures for folks who are Indigenous, Black, and people of color.

Olivia Chumacero, “Dispersing Time”, 2024, Plant pigments, ink, organic acrylic, burlap, muslin, manzanita branches, feathers, Cahuilla acorn harvest song

Indigenous cosmology recognizes trees as human relatives. Olivia Chumacero (Rarámuri, she/her) offers a portrait of an oak downed by wind and rain, yet alive with a lush canopy and deep roots. She compares the tree’s resilience to that of Indigenous peoples, whose lines of existence have been disrupted yet not destroyed. Following this exhibition, the piece – which is an offering to seeds – will be buried in the Sequoyah National Forest.

This exhibition closes Sunday, 2/23/25. The gallery is open Fridays 2-6 PM Saturdays and Sundays 1-5 PM.

[neptunethemosasaurus]

Iris + Squid Game.

Characters;

[Top row]Iris; Seong Jun-Ho[OC] and Vick.

[Bottom row] Squid Game; Thanos and Nam-gyu.

Dialogue⬇️

Jun-Ho:"Do you think that we are together in other worlds?"

Vick:"Yes...."

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Vick: "Always."

[havonte]

Iris — Vick

[frogglettes]

girl who is vick ??????

just watched the first episode of iris. what

[junnitop]

in iris its so funny that vick (top) in his scenes his hair is DONE his outfits r cunt and he’s just effortlessly mowing these people down

like imagine getting killed by a dude w a slutty side bang and some flashy boots a dream

[nnnaaahhhiiiaaa]

Spy Rivals in Love Pt.2 - vick (iris)

Summary | You, known as the 'Scarlet Lady,' are a spy for the NSS in Korea. Your greatest rival is Vick, an agent from an enemy organization. Although you both despise each other and face off with all your hatred, every time you meet, the tension turns into something more intense—a connection you can't ignore, despite everything that separates you.

Pairing | iris!vick x fem!reader.

Genre | 2000s era, enemies to lovers.

Warnings | explicit violence, use of weapons and chase escenes, strong lenguage, tension, blood, explicit sexual contest, nudity, sexual tension (lots of it), trust issues.

Author's note | English is not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

Vick slowly raised both hands, as if surrendering to the threat of your gun, but he kept smiling with that arrogant confidence that had always characterized him.

"Easy, Scarlet Lady," he said in a low voice, almost mockingly. "I didn’t come to ruin your operation. Just wanted to see if you still had your style. And damn, you do."

Your hand was steady, finger on the trigger, but something inside you knew you weren’t going to shoot. Not yet. He was an annoying adversary, sure, but also a useful informant when he wanted to be. Sometimes too useful.

"What are you doing here, Vick? Who sent you?" you asked harshly, not lowering your weapon.

"Let’s just say… our goals are aligned, for now." He lowered his hands and started walking toward one of the terminals without asking for permission, as if you weren’t pointing a gun at him. "I want that information too. But not for the NSS or any corrupt government."

"Then who for?" you shot back, eyes tracking him like a hawk.

"For me." He shrugged. "You have your reasons. I have mine. But if we collaborate, we might both get what we want without leaving bodies behind."

"And if I don’t want to collaborate?" The threat in your voice hung like a sharp needle.

"Then one of us dies here, in this quiet bunker, and the other escapes with everything. It wouldn’t be the first time we played this game."

He stopped in front of a console, turning the screen on with a few commands he seemed to have memorized. That caught your attention. He knew more than he was letting on.

"How did you get in?" you demanded, more than asked.

"Through the front door," he replied with a smile, not looking at you. "Of course, using another face."

That only confirmed your suspicions. You weren’t dealing with just any intruder. Vick was as slippery as you—maybe even more. Years of espionage, betrayals, and covert missions had made him unpredictable.

You pressed your lips together and slowly lowered your gun. Reluctantly.

"Five minutes," you warned. "After that, you’re out. I don’t want to see you when the file transfer starts."

"How generous," he mocked, glancing sideways at you. "Always so professional."

"And you always so unbearable."

While he worked at the terminal, you moved silently around the room, checking for other access points or traps. The walls were lined with touch panels, some of which opened with a simple tap, revealing racks full of servers and classified files. Everything was more sophisticated than you expected.

Suddenly, a silent alarm flashed red in the corner of the screen Vick was using.

"What did you do?" you asked, spinning around.

"Nothing I wasn’t supposed to. But I think I just triggered an emergency protocol. We’ve got less than three minutes before reinforcements arrive."

"Damn you!" you exclaimed, rushing to the console and shoving him aside. "I told you not to mess this up."

"Relax, we can still get out of here. But you better run like old times."

You bit your lower lip in frustration while activating the rapid transfer system. The data began copying onto your external device, but the percentage advanced at a maddeningly slow pace.

"Come on, come on…" you muttered, clenching your fists.

From the hallway, you could already hear the guards’ footsteps—fast, coordinated. They were close. Too close.

And you weren’t done yet.

"Get ready to fight," you said without looking at him.

"With you or against you?" Vick asked, smiling as he pulled out his combat knife.

"For now… with me. But don’t let your guard down."

"I never do, sweetheart."

And with that, the two of you turned toward the door. The sound of boots grew louder. Lights started to flicker. Time was running out. And the battle was about to begin.

The guards burst into the room like a stampede, weapons ready, their shouts filling the air. But you and Vick were no longer just spies on a mission: you were a silent storm, a lethal choreography of precision and strength.

You slid under a table while firing your mini pistol, knocking out the first guard with a stun dart straight to the neck. Vick lunged at another with agile, almost elegant movements, twirling his knife between his fingers before disarming him and knocking him out with a single sharp blow to the chin.

One tried to catch you from behind, but Vick, alert, intercepted him, rolling across the floor with you just in time to dodge a burst of bullets. You ended up pressed against each other, breathing the same air in an eternal second, the world slowing around you.

"We always end up like this," he whispered with a breathless grin.

"That’s because you’re always a mess," you replied, though your tone lacked its usual edge. In fact, it trembled a little… like your lips.

The fight went on, but every enemy who approached fell like flies. You were fast and precise, and Vick, brutally graceful. Together, you were unstoppable. When the last guard hit the floor with a dull groan, the room was filled with a near-sacred silence.

Both of you were panting, drenched in sweat, bodies tense, but eyes locked onto each other. The transfer device beeped. Data complete.

"You did it," Vick said, stepping closer, still watching you.

"We did it," you corrected, lowering your weapon slowly.

The tension between you wasn’t new. It had always been there, since the first time you clashed during a failed mission in Prague. Since the second time he saved your life when he shouldn’t have. Since the third time you said you’d never trust him again—yet did anyway.

He took one step closer, and you didn’t back away. Your trembling fingers unfastened the belt of your suit, now unnecessary. The distance shrank. The panting turned into soft breaths.

"It was always you, Y/n," Vick murmured, voice deep and rough.

"And you were always an idiot for taking so long to say it," you replied.

There were no more words. None were needed.

Your lips met his in a kiss that exploded with all the rage, tension, desire, and unspoken history between you. It was a collision of broken pasts and uncertain futures. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he held your waist like he feared you’d vanish into smoke. The world faded, leaving only the two of you—among stolen data, fallen enemies, and a connection as dangerous as it was inevitable.

As you slowly pulled away, breaths still ragged, your eyes remained locked. No words were necessary, but still, you broke the silence.

"I’m not going to ask why you’re here… not yet."

"And I won’t lie to you," Vick said, brushing his fingers along your jaw. "But if you let me… I’ll explain everything. This time, no half-truths."

You hesitated for a second, but his eyes… that transparent, tired gaze, full of everything left unsaid for so long, was enough. You nodded slowly, lowering your gun completely.

"Let’s get out of here."

The walk was quiet, almost melancholic. At some point, Vick took your hand without saying a word—and you didn’t let go. You headed to a discreet hotel on the outskirts of the city, far from the noise, far from everything you were during your missions: cold, lethal, distant. Here, you were just two tired people, with broken souls, who had found each other once again.

The room was warm, with soft lighting and a wide bed that invited rest. As soon as the door closed, your lips met again—this time with more calm, more hunger. Your hands explored, memorized, remembered what you had longed for but never allowed yourselves to have.

Vick slowly undressed you from your latex catsuit, as if disarming you was an intimate act and not part of protocol. You helped him remove his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders while kissing his neck, feeling his skin shiver beneath your lips.

The movements were slow, almost reverent. He looked at you like you were a sacred secret. You touched him like you feared he might vanish with the dawn.

When you were finally skin to skin, there were only whispers and caresses. Vick held you as if you were fragile, and you returned every gesture with the same care. You made love without haste, as if the night was endless, as if your bodies spoke what your hearts could not.

Afterwards, tangled in the sheets, he rested his head on your chest, breathing peacefully for the first time in a long while. You ran your fingers through his hair in silence, remembering the time you said you’d never trust him again.

And yet, here he was. With you.

"Can I stay this time?" he whispered, barely audible.

"Only if you promise not to disappear when the sun rises," you said, kissing his forehead.

And he nodded, closing his eyes as your warmth surrounded him.

That night, finally, you were no longer enemies, allies, or spies. Just two souls, finding each other in the midst of chaos… at last.

[gds-daisy]

currently watching iris and i feel like im gonna nut every time i see vick on my screen

[philtstone]

ok for the pairing/word prompt

pairing: shawn and chief vick

word: fergulous

haha get it ok sorry actual word for the prompt is: limit

:3

set somewhere around later s2ish

"Chief, I've come to a conclusion."

"Mmm?"

"I believe this baby and I are spiritual cousins. We can commune on a metaphysical level. Just look at her great head of hair."

Bringing a six month old infant to a police station is not exactly what her mother-in-law would call orthodox parenting, but the nanny cancelled last minute, and, if Karen is being truthful, there's a limit to the number of hours she can go in a row without having her daughter close by.

It's also true, Karen has to admit, that Iris was born with a fully-thatched head of thick dark curls.

"Don't drop her, please," is all she says, signing at the bottom of yet another ream of paperwork. To say it had surprised her when Shawn Spencer spent the better part of the last hour after her ten a.m. briefing hovering above her desk and pretending very hard like he had no interest at all in holding a baby is an understatement. Whatever cool detachment and casual flippancy he’d used to flirt around her office with previously is now gone, and Karen observes with no small measure of bemusement the fluttery look of mesmerized fascination on his face while he stands, shockingly still, with her unusually quiet and peaceful baby nestled only slightly awkwardly in the crook of his arm.

"Boss," Shawn starts again after another blessed minute of silence, his eyes still glued to the baby. "You gotta level with me here. Does Mr. Vick get more attention from womankind when he goes out with the stroller?"

"I'm going to have to ask that you don't make me consider the possibility, Mr. Spencer."

She signs another document.

"Aw, come on. Chicks love it when a man is on the same mental wavelength as kids. That's why I worked at a summer camp for six months, you know."

She has always wondered whether Shawn has experience working with children; there was that one horrible suicide case a few weeks ago that left a little girl in foster care, and the three hours she spent at the station that could have been miserable for all involved were mostly occupied instead by elaborate games of i Spy and – inexplicably – bananagrams. Shawn had claimed the game was a staple feature of Gus’s work backpack.

Not entirely unbelievable, Karen admits. 

"Mmm," is all she says now, flipping to her next page serenely. Iris coos. Shawn stares at her in awe and lets her suck on his probably-unclean pinky.

She doesn't grimace, because when she looks up it's to the sight of Detective O'Hara frozen behind the glass door to her office, an expression on her face akin to a limpid-eyed doe caught in the throes of a cotton-candy-flavored swoon. If the door were open Karen thinks that they’d probably hear a squeak. She watches Juliet catch herself, turn on her heel, and scamper back to her desk.

Karen sighs; she probably was going to deliver a much needed report on the Lamden case.

She needs that report, dammit.

"Mr. Spencer," she says cooly, internally lamenting the imminent loss of her free baby soother. "Don't you have a murderer to catch?"

"Hm?" says Shawn, nasally. Iris has grabbed ahold of his nose and is burbling softly.

"The dead girl from this morning?"

"Oh, yeah," Shawn says, sounding like a cartoon character. "The boyfriend did it."

"Concrete evidence, if it won't be too much trouble, Mr. Spencer."

He rolls his eyes, but Iris is deposited carefully back into her bassinet. She hiccups. Shawn salutes and skips away. As Karen expected, Detective O'Hara reappears exactly a minute later, clutching case files to her chest and looking only a little bit more dreamy-eyed than usual.

"If you could leave the Lamden report on my desk, Detective," Karen starts without looking up, and, when Juliet, too, begins to hover, hides another pleased grin.

Perhaps this wasn’t the worst idea she’d ever had, after all.

[thanosw0rld]

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒔𝑾𝟎𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒔

Take a look at each verse this blog has! These are also on my carrd

you are free to start a roleplay starter with any of these verses just specify what verse you want!

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑹 𝟐𝟑�� 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬: This is the main verse for my squid game blog. this is where choi su-bong (thanos) is a player and in the games. it can follow similar to canon times except he doesn't die. this verse can also include being after the games, how choi su-bong deals with the trauma after the games.

𝑮𝑼𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑺 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬: This is an in games subverse where thanos faked his death with the help of young-il / inho with namgyu, both becoming guards and watching over the players. a trade of their good combat skills / immortal views for exchange of being exempt of the games

he starts his conversations with 🔫and will be tagged as #Guard Thanos.

𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑺 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬: This is a second verse where thanos has died in the games via fork by myunggi. he roams the dorms, bound to namgyu for some reason. he cannot leave to the afterlife and is stuck bothering namgyu.

can other people see him? he's not sure. he knows namgyu can though..

he starts his conversations with 👻 and will be tagged as #Ghost-thanos

𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑭! 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑺: this is a third verse where thanos is a werewolf! it follows the fantasy world that i have made with my discord moots! this can be two verses where it takes place IN the squid games but he is secretly a werewolf hiding amongst the other players OR it can be where the squid games do not exist and he is just a little wolf boy.

will be tagged as #Werewolf Thanos

(rp threads only)

𝑮𝑨𝑵𝑮! 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑺 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬: this is a fourth verse where thanos is a gang member in his dads gang. a serial killer who is quite ruthless. he is inspired by kurt kunkle from spree and vick from iris!

will be tagged as #Mafia Thanos

(rp threads only)

𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹! 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑺 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬: This is a subverse where su-bong is a twitch screamer under the name "thanos world" who likes to play minecraft and cause drama.

will be tagged as #Streamer Thanos

(rp threads only)

𝟐𝑷! 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑺 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬: This is an alternative verse where su-bong has swapped personalities with his current self. he is a shy boy who got stuck in the games due to paying off his fathers debt. he is sweet and kind and doesn't want any trouble.

will be tagged as #2p Thanos

(rp threads only)

[i-might-be-vanny]

Currently watching IRIS on Netflix. Episodes that Vick/TOP doesn't show up in:

Episode 1

Episode 5

will post updates